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Date:         Sun, 8 Aug 1999 02:58:36 -0500
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Irene, your quizes are tough.  I don't even recognize all these, and of the
ones I do, I can only place two.

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1. ???
2. This sounds familiar...
3. I've read it...
4. Can't just place it...
5. ???
6. "Much Ado About..." by Phil Attcliffe
7. "Always Something There To Remind Me" by The Zoomway

-Diyan
zimri@hotmail.com

...me goes to check Wendy's & Cynthia's responses... Oh Irene!  Now I'm not
sure I want to send this.  I can't believe I didn't recognize "Firestorm".
I guess I'll have to go read it again: shucks <bg>.

-D
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It's now been a week since the invitation went out, and so, as intimated
earlier this week, we're closing the book - no more volunteers, please :)

We'll be assigning people to roles over the next few days, and then we'll
send everyone taking part a cast list.

Looking forward to figuring out where those mysterious trousers came from...

Yvonne and Tanya
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I have *finally* finished "Only You: Reality".  It's at my web site (see my
sig) and I have forwarded it to the archive for posting.

I know some of the people on this list do not have access to the web, so I
will be posting it here in bite-size chunks just as soon as I get a
minute<g>

I do like feedback, but I prefer to get it one-on-one, so please send your
comments to me at my e-mail address (see below:)

Margaret

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In a message dated 08/08/1999 11:27:09 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
brignell@SYMPATICO.CA writes:

<< so I
 will be posting it here in bite-size chunks just as soon as I get a
minute<g>

 I do like feedback, but I prefer to get it one-on-one, so please send your
 comments to me at my e-mail address (see below:) >>

Well, I'm sure you won't mind a round of public "hurrahs!" <g>

--Laurie
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Margaret Brignell wrote:

> I have *finally* finished "Only You: Reality".  It's at my web site
> (see my sig) and I have forwarded it to the archive for posting.
> Margaret Brignell

To begin with ...
I'm glad you finished it! I'm flying there to download and can't wait to
read it!
More later!
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Woo-hoo!  New installment of Only You!  I've been anxiously waiting, so
thanks, Margaret!  (Bet you'll see your webpage hit count go through the
roof today <g>)
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Date:         Sun, 8 Aug 1999 13:08:20 -0400
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This is the fourth in a series of fanfics that came out of an idea
by Laurie F.  She liked my Pre-Metropolis Clark stories (The
Rules, The Long Road, and The One) and thought this set would also
make a good story.

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

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

I would like to thank my proofers Laurie F., Peace, Debby S.,
Lynda L., Lauren W., APP, and Hazel for their input and support.
A special thanks to Debby S. for providing me with copies of
scripts I needed to make the story believable:)

Words surrounded by * are emphasized.

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Previously in "Only You" Clark lost his parents at age ten and
bounced around a variety of foster homes.  Lana Lang is not the
only one who knows the secret of his origins.  When we last saw
Clark he had just found Lois Lane, who is now wondering why he had
never mentioned Lana Lang.

The saga continues:

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Only You:  Reality
by Margaret Brignell     March 1998     brignell@sympatico.ca
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Metropolis, New Troy -- May, 1997
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"I'm sorry, Superman, but you *cannot* see Ms. Lane.  Visiting
hours are *over*!"

Clark had to mentally bite his tongue, in order to not blurt out
his desperate need to see Lois to this nurse.  He'd hurried back
>from the fire as fast as he could, so he could see Lois again, he
was on her floor and almost within reach of her, only to be
frustrated by this officious nurse.  He took a deep breath.

"I realize that, Ms...."  He quickly glanced at her name tag,
"Delaney.  However, I was here less than an hour ago seeing Ms.
Lane through the check-in process.  I had to leave for an
emergency.  I just want to know that she's all right."
The phone rang, Ms. Delaney answered with "4 West" and listened to
the voice at the other end.  "Ten a.m.  That's right.  In front of
the main doors."  Another pause and then "You're welcome."

While the nurse was on the phone, Clark had tried to see the
patient list on the computer monitor, to determine which room Lois
was in.  He had pretty much established that Lois' name must be on
the previous screen, and was considering other options for
communicating with Lois, just as Ms. Delaney hung up the phone.

"Now, Superman, Ms. Lane is in her room.  She's fine, resting
comfortably and cannot be disturbed, even by anxious friends."
Ms. Delaney smiled at him reassuringly.  "She'll be seeing Dr.
Friskin first thing in the morning to make sure she's fit to be
released.  You can see her when she leaves the hospital, at the
press conference."

"Press conference?!"

"Yes, press conference, in front of the main doors downstairs at
ten a.m.  Mr. Olsen arranged it with hospital security less than
half an hour ago.  The phone has been ringing off the hook ever
since."

"But...but...Ms. Lane may not be well enough for a press
conference."

"Well, that's between her and her doctor.  In the meantime, she
needs her rest.  You cannot visit her now.  It will be time for
lights out in less than half an hour ."

Clark was going to protest again, but seeing the expression on Ms.
Delaney's face, he recognized an immovable object when he saw one.
Besides, he needed to have a "chat" with Mr. Olsen about forcing
Lois into a press conference in her current state of fragility.
So, instead of pushing for visiting rights, he thanked the nurse
for her help, and as soon as he had gone through the revolving
doors of the hospital entrance, took off for Mr. Olsen's
penthouse.

                         *****

Mr. Olsen's doorman had informed Clark that James Olsen was out at
a fund-raiser for orphaned children.  He wouldn't be home for
another hour or so.  Mr. Kent could call him on his cell phone if
it was an urgent Daily Planet concern.  He'd be sure to let Mr.
Olsen know that Clark had called.

Clark spent most of the flight home, kicking himself for not
leaving at least a note for Lois.  He'd been so anxious to set Mr.
Olsen straight it had completely left his mind.

Frustrated, Clark arrived home, washed his uniform, fixed himself
a snack, poured a glass of milk and flipped on the TV.  It was
tuned to the Larry Kidsign show.  He had been about to flip onto
something else when he heard Lana's voice.

"It was *her*!  He was obsessed with *her*.  I'm sure of it. I
don't know what she did to him, but overnight she had him under
her spell.  He had *me* and yet he refused to follow through with
the wedding after he had met *her*.  Now he's brought her back
>from her European hideaway.  He's bewitched.  What else could it
be?"

Clark gritted his teeth to prevent himself from uselessly
screaming at the television set.  Lana looked her usual smug,
supercilious self.  She was wearing her hair in that blond,
"perfect" television colour and style that he'd always hated.  She
was being as vindictive and bitter as he'd ever known her to be.
Thank goodness Lois was in the hospital and not listening to this
venom from Lana.  Lois didn't need to hear *any* of this.

Larry nodded sympathetically.  "So now that she's once again back
in Metropolis, what do you plan to do?"

"Fight.  I plan to fight.  I have no intention of letting her get
away with this a second time."  Lana crossed her arms and set her
chin in the familiar stance that meant she wasn't going to budge
on this issue.  "And all that talk about amnesia and her being
lost in the Congo is just a smoke-screen for what *really*
happened.  Really!  What kind of story is *that*?"

Clark rolled his eyes.  This was just the kind of trite thinking
he'd come to expect from Lana.  What was she going to do?   "Fight
for her man?"  Clark shuddered at some of the possibilities that
came to mind.  Lois didn't deserve this kind of lunacy.  He *had*
to do something to stop Lana now, but what?

The channel broke for commercial, the voice-over saying  "Stay
tuned, there's more with Larry Kidsign and his guest, after these
few words from our sponsors."

Clark was tempted to phone the station and tell Lana to stop lying
and to get a life.  However, he knew that the station would be
only too happy to broadcast his antagonism to the world at large,
so he restrained himself.  Besides, his lawyer had warned him
about making public statements that could be misinterpreted.

He paced, fuming, wondering what other lies and malicious gossip
Lana was going to spread when the program resumed.  Clark flopped
back on the sofa and picked up his snack and glass of milk as the
commercial faded to the Larry Kidsign emblem.

"Well, folks, you've heard the story.  Superman isn't quite the
clean, wholesome superhero we've all been led to believe.  I'm
interviewing the young lady who can tell you exactly what kind of
man he is."  The camera panned back to Lana, who smiled modestly.
"So folks, if you want to ask Ms. Lang any questions, just call
the toll free number running across the bottom of the screen and
she'll be happy to answer you."

Larry hit a button on the console in front of him.  "You're on the
air.  State your name and where you're from."

"Hi, Larry.  I just want to say how much I really love your show.
I'm Cheryl, in Nashville.  I wanted to ask Ms. Lang if Superman
likes country music."

Clark nearly choked on his milk.  He'd been preparing himself for
questions about the intimate details of his and Lana's
relationship--not this!

Lana said, "Yes," quickly, "he likes all kinds of music," and
Larry thanked the caller.  To anyone else it would appear that
Lana knew his taste in music, when in reality she'd dismissed his
music collection as irrelevant and always brought her own CDs
whenever she had come over to his place for dinner.   She hadn't
lied, exactly, he *did* like all kinds of music, but Lana would
have no more idea about whether he liked country music than she
would know how to fly.

There were two more callers, asking about Clark's colour
preferences and if he drank beer and if so, what brand.  Lana said
his favourite colour was "green" when it was actually blue, and
said he never drank beer, which wasn't true, either.  She was
probably trying to dodge answering the question about the brand,
since she had never paid any attention to Clark's likes and
dislikes and wouldn't know what brand he preferred to drink.

The next caller said she was "Laurie from Joyceville."

"I'd like to ask Ms. Lang whether she has Mr. Kent's permission to
give out personal information about his life?"

Lana looked bewildered.  "Permission?"

"Yes, Ms. Lang, you are giving out details on Superman's life.  I
want to know if you have his written permission to do that?"

Larry Kidsign spoke up, "This is a free country, Laurie.  Ms. Lang
has the right to speak."

"She can speak about her own life.  I got in *big* trouble for
saying less about my ex than she's saying about Superman.  I want
to know if she's aware of the legal implications."

Larry Kidsign rolled his eyes and smiled.  "Why don't we move on
to our next caller?"

Clark felt frustrated.  Any caller that seemed to have any
sympathy for *him* was cut off short, while the frivolous calls
were aired.  Sighing, he got up and took his empty glass and plate
into the kitchen.  He washed the few dishes he'd used, all the
while listening to Lana tell the world that his hat size was 8 3/4
(Clark never wore hats so he had no idea what size he wore), his
shoe size was 12 (it was actually 11) and he loved pizza.  (Well,
she was bound to get one right, eventually).

He heard a scream for help, did the quick change into one of his
spare costumes and flew towards the sound.  It was fortunate that
he now had more than one costume, since the costume he had been
wearing earlier this evening was still in the washer.  He had
never liked flying in a wet costume.  He could never be sure it
would be dry by the time he got to the scene of the crisis.
Having spare costumes made his life much easier now.  A famous
couturier had requested exclusive rights to duplicate his costume.
He'd agreed on the understanding that only he, Superman, would get
the result and any promotion on their part would include the name
of a charity of Clark Kent's choosing.  They had agreed and as a
result were now creating the costumes for Superman.   They had
suggested various "improvements" but Clark had been adamant that
they stick to Lois' design.  Somehow silver hadn't seemed like the
right colour for a superhero, and he kind of liked the cape.
Besides the red, blue and yellow costume assisted him in
remembering how to *be* Superman.

In a matter of seconds he'd separated the rapist from his victim,
and by that time the police had arrived.  Clark handed the felon
over to the police and returned to his apartment.

While he was changing, Lana told the world that he wore Calvin
Klein underwear (he didn't), used Brut after-shave (negative
again) and used a Gillette shaver.   This last bit of information
had Clark rolling his eyes, since Lana knew perfectly well he
couldn't use any kind of shaver.  He figured the fact that these
companies sponsored the Larry Kidsign show might have had
something to do with the answers.  He hoped that the public was
smart enough to figure this out too.

By the time Clark got back in front of the TV screen a more
serious question was being asked.

"Ms. Lang, Superman is doing wonderful things for Metropolis.
Why are you defaming his name?  What's your agenda?"

Lana got that superior expression on her face that Clark was all
too familiar with.  "He promised to marry me.  He *jilted* me for
Lois Lane.  I'm not going to let the world forget that."

The caller interrupted.  "So your agenda is revenge?  He found
someone he liked better, so you have a smear campaign against him.
Is that it?"

Clark wished he'd been paying closer attention when this man
phoned in, so he would know his name.  He would have liked to
thank this man for saying the things to Lana that he himself
wasn't able to.

Lana's face was flushed.  "He's been sneaking off to be with his
lover and now he's brought her back to Metropolis so she'll be
handy.  He can't do that to me!  I'm going to make sure the world
knows the kind of two-faced, lying alien he really is!"

Larry Kidsign interrupted.  "So, folks, you can judge for
yourself.  When you see Superman in the company of Lois Lane,
we'll all know the truth."  He smiled smugly.  "So, Mr. Kent, if
you're watching this, remember, we're watching what you do!"

Clark's heart sank.  If this man and his camera crew were watching
every move he made, how could he ever see Lois again?  Should he
just tough it out, or would it be better to just stay away from
Lois so she wouldn't suffer at Larry Kidsign's hand?  He was still
pondering this problem when the phone rang.

"Clark...where's that story on Lois Lane?  I expected you to have
the outline into the news desk as soon as she'd entered the
hospital."

"Er...Mr. Olsen...I don't think...."

"No, Clark, *I* do the thinking, that's why I'm the owner and
you're the reporter.  Now, where's that outline?"

"I...I'm not writing a story on Lois Lane.  I can't."

"Can't!  What do you mean 'can't'?  What am I paying you for?"

"Superman exclusives!"  Clark took a deep breath.  "I rescued
several tourists from a burning hotel tonight.  I'll have the
story into the Copy Desk in the next half hour."

"Tourists!  I'm not interested in tourists!  I want the low-down
on Lois Lane.  Now where's that story?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Olsen, I just can't give you that story.  Lois is
vulnerable and under attack--I don't want to add to her problems."

"Oh, that's okay."  Mr. Olsen's tone of voice changed to
reassuring.  "There's no problem.  I talked to her father.  We've
got an exclusive, and he's approved the news conference with her
tomorrow morning."

"But, Mr. Olsen...."

"But me no buts, Kent.  I have that press conference in the bag!
If you can't deal with the story on Lois Lane, I suggest you just
let Harris take the exclusive and you just show up at the press
conference tomorrow morning and stay quiet.  I don't want you
interfering with Planet exclusives, at least not in public."

"But...."

"You heard me, Kent!  Be at that press conference.  I want to tell
the world what a hero you are."

Clark wiped his hand across his forehead.  Kidsign had warned him
that they would publicize Clark/Superman's every encounter with
Lois to prove he was a cad.  Mr. Olsen was now telling him that he
*had* to show up at the news conference to demonstrate what a hero
he was.  Clark felt beleaguered from all sides.

It seemed like *anything* he did would only rebound on himself and
ultimately hurt Lois. On the other hand, what could Lana really
do?  Maybe he was just being paranoid.  He should follow Mr.
Olsen's advice and attend that press conference.  James Olsen was
overly enthusiastic, and favoured flash and pizzazz over
substance, but he did generally get things right.  Look at Mayor
White:  if Mr. Olsen hadn't pressed Perry White to run for office
Tempus would now be mayor by default!   Clark shuddered at the
very thought.

"Kent?"

Clark realized Mr. Olsen was waiting for an answer.  "Yes, Mr.
Olsen, I'll be there."

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After submitting his story, Clark spent the next few hours
patrolling Metropolis.  It was almost dawn the next morning when
Clark found himself floating outside of the fourth floor window of
Lois' hospital room.  Using his special vision, he watched her
toss and turn in her sleep.  He thought he saw tears on her
cheeks.  His heart tightened.  He needed to be near her, to touch
her in order to know that she was really okay.  Would alarms go
off if he tried to enter through the window?

Just as he determined that the window wasn't linked to the
hospital security system, he heard a van door slam.  He'd been
paying such close attention to Lois he hadn't even heard it stop
right underneath where he was floating.  He backed against the
wall, wishing that he had worn a black turtleneck and pants for
this expedition, rather than his flamboyant costume.  If they
looked up, the men from the van would have no trouble seeing him
against the brownish brick of the hospital wall.

The truck had the CBA Studio NewsLive logo splashed along the side
panel.  Both the driver and the passenger left the van and started
setting up the antenna for transmission.

"So what's this news conference about?"  The driver grunted as he
pulled the antenna dish around to face away from the building.

"Something to do with that reporter who disappeared four years
ago, Joe."

"I thought they found her last year?"

"Nope, different woman, apparently.  At least Superman says she's
not the same one."

"And you believe that?"  Joe sounded sceptical.

"Well...."  The other man struggled with a tripod, manoeuvring it
through the van's side door.  "Superman seems like a straight up
guy.  I don't think he'd lie."

"Maybe so.  But, you know Maureen?"

The man finished struggling with the tripod, and nodded.  "The
redhead in Sports?"

"Yeah, that's her.  Well, Lucy over at Larry Kidsign's show was on
the same flight from London last night as Lois Lane.  She told
Maureen that she saw Clark Kent and Lois Lane holding hands.  She
said they didn't look like a couple who had never met before--like
Superman claims."

"Well, maybe so, but I wouldn't exactly bet the farm on anything
Maureen told me."

"You don't have a farm."

"Doesn't matter, the principle's the same."

"Fred, you are *so* naive.  Next thing you'll be telling me you
believe everything that you see on television!"

Fred grunted and pushed his head inside the truck.  "Will you stop
chattering and just help me get this stuff set up?   The boss
expects everything to be a go at least two hours ahead of time.
If you keep chattering, we're not going to have everything set up
the way he likes and still have time for breakfast!"

Joe muttered something about people who took their job too
seriously and took the other end of another tripod that Fred was
manoeuvring out of the van.

Clark floated up and over the hospital, grateful that these two
men were too pre-occupied with their work to look up.   He wished
he had been able to make sure Lois was really all right.  He was
worried about her.

                         *****

After daybreak, Clark landed in an alley near the Daily Planet,
did a quick change from Superman to his everyday suit and strolled
into the Planet through the side entrance, to avoid the usual
crowd of gawkers waiting for Superman at the front entrance.

His story on the hotel fire was on page 3 of the early edition.
The upcoming press conference with Lois Lane was being ballyhooed
on the front page above the Daily Planet banner.  Clark was once
again having second thoughts about going to that news conference.

Clark was hoping that Dr. Friskin would determine that Lois wasn't
up to participating in the event.  However, if Lois didn't appear
at the conference after all this promotion, the rumour mill would
go into high gear.  If she did, and he was there too, Kidsign and
Lana would go full steam ahead with their whispers and innuendo.
On the other hand, if he did *not* show up, they would probably
draw some dire conclusion from that too.

Clark felt trapped.  He was damned if he went and damned if he
didn't.  At least if he was there, maybe, just maybe, he could
help Lois in some way.  It was in this frame of mind that he
joined Mr. Olsen in the limousine departing for Metropolis General
Hospital.

                         *****

Outside the front entrance of the hospital, Clark joined the crowd
of people with cameras and microphones jostling for prime views of
Lois Lane leaving Metropolis General.  He stood at the rear of the
crowd, to remain as inconspicuous as possible under the
circumstances.  A microphone and lectern were set up a few feet in
front of the main door.  The CBA NewsLive equipment was in prime
locations for coverage of the event.  Mr. Olsen walked up to the
microphone and introduced himself to the assembled journalists and
the television audience.

At the stroke of ten, Lois walked to the microphone podium.  She
looked so fragile!  She was pale, but not quite as pale as
yesterday when she had suffered that reflex pain, from remembering
her past, on their aeroplane trip from London.  He imagined she
must have suffered another bout of pain while trying to remember,
during her interview with Dr. Friskin.  He wondered why the doctor
was even allowing this to continue.

Clark wished he could be right there at the podium to support her.
But after Kidsign's warning, Clark knew that any photo
opportunities with him at her side would only make Lois' life
unbearable.

Mr. Olsen finally finished his saga of how the Daily Planet had
found the long-lost Lois Lane.  "Well, now ladies and gentlemen,
as you can see, Clark Kent has done a marvellous job of research
and has brought Lois Lane back to Metropolis where she belongs."
James Olsen stood quietly basking in the applause.  "As owner of
the Daily Planet, I am proud to have two such outstanding people
in my employ.  Now, enough about me, here's the young woman you've
all been wanting to meet.  Ms. Lois Lane."

His nerves taut, Clark watched as Lois moved to stand in front of
the microphone.  Tentatively, she said "Hi, everyone.  I'm Lois
Lane.  I'm not sure what you all want to know about me, but if I
can I'll try to answer."

Moe Kellerman held up his hand.  "Ms. Lane.  What do you remember
about your life in Metropolis?"

"Not a lot.  I sort of remember things in bits and pieces. I'm not
always s-sure if what I remember is...."  Clark's heart lurched as
Lois stopped talking.  She had gone so pale, he wanted to rush to
her side and help her.  This was too much for her, in her brittle
state of health.  He should have gone to be with her--and to hell
with Lana's insinuations, Larry Kidsign's threats, and Mr. Olsen's
orders.  However, before Clark could put his thought into action,
Lois rallied and ended her sentence, "...t-t-true."

Lois had even more difficulty dealing with the next question on
where she was going to spend the rest of the day.  She looked away
>from the audience, appeared disoriented and whispered "I-I...."
before swaying against the distinguished gentlemen with grey hair
standing just behind her.  The man supported Lois by the
shoulders.  Clark assumed the man was her father.

Mr. Olsen stepped up to the microphone, his face showing concern,
and said,  "As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Lane is
still not fully recovered from her ordeal over the last four
years.  I think we should finish this interview now.  We'll
arrange another press conference later, when Ms. Lane is feeling a
little stronger."

Clark watched helplessly as Lois was being guided into a nearby
car by her father.

After the car had pulled away from the front of the hospital,
Clark turned to leave and saw Lana talking to Larry Kidsign
between the dispersing crowd of journalists.  He hadn't noticed
anything at the time, but he was pretty sure she and Kidsign had
done something to break Lois' fragile concentration, preventing
her from making a good impression.  They couldn't get away with
this kind of intimidation!

Clark walked purposely up to Lana to tell her just what he thought
of her actions, when she did one of her usual tricks of turning on
him.

"Well, if it isn't 'Mr. Superman Hero' in the flesh!"  Lana stood
in front of him, feet firmly on the ground, her arms akimbo.  "I
thought you would be right beside your little woman.  What's the
matter, Clark?  Not in the mood today?  The little lady have a
headache?"  The sneer in her voice exactly matched the expression
on her face.

Much to Clark's chagrin people were stopping to listen to Lana's
invective.  Clark gritted his teeth and then, forcing himself to
relax, said, "Lana, I know you don't believe any of this, but it
just happens to be the truth.  If you can't handle the truth,
that's your problem, not mine."

Her voice pitched to make sure that the people around them would
hear her, Lana said, "Well, lover-boy, if I actually ever hear the
truth I'll be sure to believe it."

Clark flinched at the sarcastic tone in her voice and took a deep
breath.  "Lana, I *am* telling the truth.  I don't know what I can
do to make you believe that."

"Liar!  I *know* the truth about you, and I intend to tell the
whole world *exactly* what kind of being you *really* are."
Before he could respond, she turned on her heel, as if to stalk
away.  However, almost immediately she turned back to face Clark.
"And, another thing, Clark Kent, I have every intention of making
*that* woman just as miserable as I have been, because of you.
You can tell her that from me, the next time you're together."

Lana whirled on her heel again and stalked off towards the parking
lot.

The people that had stopped to listen to the argument slowly began
to drift away.  Clark sensed their embarrassment.  He wasn't sure
if they were embarrassed for him or about him.

Larry Kidsign sidled up to Clark, a smirk on his face.  "Must be
nice to have the women fighting over you, like that.  Why don't
you come on my show, and we'll talk?  It'll give you a chance to
tell *your* side of the story."

Clark shook his head.  "Sorry, Mr. Kidsign, I have no comment for
you."

"Manifesting that Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes act right to the end, huh?
Well, Ms. Lang tells me different, and to be honest Mr. Kent, I'd
believe her over you any day. *Nobody* is as good as you pretend
to be. We know what's really going on with you and Lois Lane, and
one day we'll have the evidence to show the world."

"That won't happen, there is no evidence."

"Well, Mr. Kent, I wouldn't be so sure about that.  If I were you
I wouldn't get too close to Ms. Lane.  We at the Larry Kidsign
Show have cameras everywhere.  And, you know what they say,
Superman, *pictures* don't lie."  He winked at Clark, turned and
also headed for the parking lot of the hospital.

Clark felt cold.  He *never* felt cold.  But, Larry Kidsign's
parting words had made Clark realize just what kind of hostility
he was up against.

Any picture of himself and Lois together could be used to
manufacture "truth" that didn't exist.  In reality, they didn't
even need pictures of himself and Lois together, to "show" the
world "the truth".  Today's technology could manufacture any
combination of compromising photos from two separate pictures.
However, if Clark had understood what Larry Kidsign was really
saying, then Kidsign was just waiting for Lois and Clark to be in
the same photo frame so he could legitimately claim that the
published photo was actually of Lois *and* Clark.  What they did
with that photo, before publicizing it, Clark shuddered to think.

                         *****

"How do I feel?  I don't know.  I wish I could remember more,
and..."  Lois sat up on the couch and faced Dr. Friskin.  "I just
feel so...so *helpless*!"

Dr. Friskin made some notes and then asked, "Is there anything
that you remember that makes you feel less helpless?"

"My bedroom at my parent's home.  It's not exactly a memory.  But
I feel safe there.  It seems like a safe haven against the
upheaval and chaos going on around me."

Dr. Friskin nodded sympathetically and jotted down some more
notes.  "And, how are things between you and your family?"

Lois shrugged.  "Okay, I guess.  It's almost like I never knew
them before.  I can't sense any kind of bond between us."

"Well, it has only been two days.  These things take time.  What
are you doing to get acquainted again?"

Lois stood up and paced back and forth.  She found herself staring
at Dr. Friskin's bookshelves.  With her back to Dr. Friskin she
said, "Not very much.  Mother seems so shallow.  She's more
concerned with appearances than in trying to help me regain my
memory."  She turned to face Dr. Friskin.  "You know she actually
told me not to say anything when her friends came over to play
bridge, yesterday afternoon, so I wouldn't embarrass her!"

"And, how did that make you feel?"

"Incensed.  It made me feel so angry I could spit!"

"And what did you do about that feeling?"

Lois walked back to the couch and sat down.  "Nothing.  I just
kept my mouth shut like she asked."

"Why?"

"Because it wouldn't have been any use.  She never did love me or
care about me.  It's better to just do what she asks and...."
Lois stopped talking.  "Was that a memory?"

"I don't know. Was it?"

In a small voice, Lois replied, "I think so."  She felt tears
rolling down her cheeks.  "Oh, god, how *depressing*!  My first
real memory is that my mother never loved me!"

Dr. Friskin handed her a box of tissues and Lois wiped away the
tears and blew her nose.

"What about your father?  Did he love you?"

"I don't remember one way or the other.  Now, he seems so
*remote*.  When I can get his attention, he seems willing to help
me.  But he's really busy with his job and he's kind of distracted
most of the time...so I guess he didn't love me much either."
Lois screwed up the used tissue into a ball and pitched it at the
trash can.  "No wonder I didn't remember them!"

"What about your sister?"

Lois plucked another tissue from the box and started to shred it
into strips.  "She phoned from California last night.  She seems
okay.  I don't remember her, or anything, so it probably means we
weren't close either."

"Do you *know* that or just *think* that?"

Lois shrugged.  "Think, I guess.  I don't feel any real urge to
fly out to California to meet her."

Dr. Friskin nodded and wrote down some more notes.

"Is there anyone you remember that you would like to meet again?"

Lois swallowed.  "I know this sounds crazy.  I've only met him
twice.  But I wish Clark Kent would come and see me.  I don't know
why he hasn't.   He seemed to care about me on the plane, but I
haven't seen or heard from him since he dropped me off at the
hospital!"

"And, that bothers you?"

"Yes.  I mean it's crazy, right?  I wouldn't go out of my way to
visit my family, but I have this insane urge to be with someone
who brought me back to Metropolis because it was his job."

"Is that why he did it?"

"Well, of course!  He was in London on assignment at the right
time...."  Lois paused momentarily.  "At least, I assumed he was
in London on assignment.  But, he's Superman!  He must have flown
to England to get me and bring me back by plane!"  Lois stopped
shredding the latest tissue and looked up at Dr. Friskin.  "He
went out of his way to come and get me!  Why?"

"Why do *you* think he did that?"

"I...I think it was because of the other Lois Lane.  She taught
him to be Superman and I guess he wanted to meet her counterpart
in this world."

"And, how does that make you feel?"

"Bewildered...and disappointed.  I would like to think he came for
me because of *me*, not as a substitute for that other Lois.  I
mean, he must have really loved that other Lois to break his
engagement over her."

"Did he say that?"

Lois shook her head.  "No.  He didn't mention his engagement at
all."

"And that bothers you?"

"Yes."  Lois faced Dr. Friskin defiantly.  "Well, why not?  Don't
you think he should have at least *mentioned* it?  His ex-fiancee
hates me and I had to find out about it from a TV talk show!  And
that makes me mad!"  Lois stood up and clenched her fists.
"Really, mad!"

"His ex-fiancee makes you feel angry?"

"No, not exactly.  She scares me!  I saw her Friday morning, when
I got out of the hospital."  Lois shuddered.   "She was standing
right there in front of me.  When she glared at me, it made me
feel... I don't know... so lost and afraid.  I felt so
disoriented.  It brought on one of those memory-triggered pain
attacks.  I can *still* see the hatred in that woman's eyes!

"So, it's Clark Kent who makes you feel angry?"

"No.  That's the crazy part.  I keep wishing he would phone or
come and see me, or *something* to let me know he cares.  I'm
upset that he didn't tell me about this particular detail of his
life, and it makes me wonder what else he didn't bother to tell me
about, but what I'm mostly mad about is that I care for someone
who obviously doesn't feel the same way about me."

"And what do you plan to do about that?"

"I don't know."  Lois sat down again.  "He works at the Daily
Planet.  If and when I go back to work, I'll have to deal with it
then."
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"So, Clark, how's my Lois, huh?"   Perry White asked, almost the
instant Clark answered his desk phone at the Daily Planet.

Clark fiddled with the phone cord.  "Fine, I guess.  But, to be
honest Mr. White, I don't really know."

"Don't know?" Perry White's voice bellowed so loud that Clark had
to pull the receiver away from his ear.  "Judas Priest, Clark, why
ever not?  You *have* been keeping in touch with her, haven't
you?"

Clark swallowed.  "I'm afraid to go anywhere near her, Mr. White.
Larry Kidsign...."

"That scoundrel!  What's *he* got to do with it?"

"He threatened to use any photos of Lois and me, together, to...."

"Why that no good, son-of-a-b....  Well, I won't burn up the
airwaves with what I think."  There was a brief pause, then Perry
White continued,  "So, you figure any contact with Lois is bound
to end up on Kidsign's show, distorted beyond belief like all the
rest of his so-called true stories?"

Clark sighed.  "Yes!  I don't even dare call to find out how she
is."

"You're right, son.  Kidsign is just the kind of low-life to be
tapping her calls."

"With today's technology, they don't even have to bug her line."
Clark sighed.  "All I can do is stay away from her."

"Well, son, it can't be forever."  Perry's voice sounded
reassuring, suggesting that Clark shouldn't give up hope because
nothing lasted forever.  "Look, I'll talk to her and let you know
how she is.  How's that?"

"Thank you, Mr. White.  Thank you!"

"Son, I keep telling you--call me Perry."

"Yes, sir!  But please, don't mention my name when you're talking
to Lois.  You never know...."

"I know, son.  Don't worry.  Larry Kidsign will not know that you
were trying to get in touch with Lois."

"Thank you...Perry.  I can't tell you what this means to me."
Clark smiled as he hung up the phone.

                         *****

The next afternoon, Lois slowly walked downstairs from the haven
of her bedroom in her parent's home.  Her mother had called her
down to the living room to meet someone she had once known.

As she entered the room, a large, elegant man dressed in a
charcoal grey business suit stood up.

"Lois, honey.  Do you remember me?"

She blinked.  In her mind she saw this same man, in shirt sleeves,
coming out of an office door and bellowing, "Copy!"

"Perry?  Perry White?"

Perry strode forward and gathered her into a huge bear hug.
"Lois, honey, is that you?"

"It's me."

"Well, I'll be.  Last year, I thought you were back, only to find
out different.  Now, you *are* back.  I don't know how this can be
'n I don't care -- I'm happier 'n a preacher in a month of
Sundays!"

Hugging him back, Lois laughed as she said, "Perry, you don't
change a bit."  When they'd disentangled themselves from the bear
hug, she asked.  "How's the Planet?"

"Don't know.  I'm so busy now, I haven't the time to keep my hand
on the pulse of the Planet."

"You're not at the Daily Planet anymore?"

"No.  Why, honey, last year when you...no that other you...came to
us, I was elected Mayor of Metropolis."

"Mayor!"

"Yep."  He grinned at her obvious surprise.  "Mr. Olsen insisted
that I throw my hat in the ring.  I'm glad he did.  As mayor, I
can do a heck of a lot of good for the city, more than I could as
editor at the Planet."

Lois walked over to the sofa and sat down.  "Mayor.  It's going to
take some getting used to."  She smiled as he came over and sat
beside her.  "But I know you're a great mayor.  You couldn't be
anything less."

"That memory of yours might be a little wonky, but you seem to
have some sense still."  He grinned at her, and winked.

Lois grinned back.  "I guess you were right, back when I called
you for authorization to go to the Congo, I should have listened
to you -- I should have been more careful."

"You remember that?"  Perry sounded surprised.

Surprised herself, Lois nodded.  "Yes.  It's like that sometimes.
A memory just appears. Anyway, you *were* right. I should have
been more careful."

"Lois, you were *never* careful.  It's part of what makes you a
good reporter."

"I was a good reporter, wasn't I?"  Lois felt a need for
reassurance.

"Good?  You were great!  Still are, I'm sure."

"I don't know, Perry.  It's been four years.  Four *years*!  Can
you believe it?"

"Yep, it's been a long time.  A lot of water has gone under the
bridge since we both worked at the Planet."  Perry sighed.  "Who'd
have thought there'd be a man who could fly?  He defeated Tempus,
you know, barely in the nick of time.  With Tempus and his gun-
boosting ways gone, the people are coming around to a sane way of
life.  That gun-promoting President Heston is gone because it was
the end of his second term.  The people had more sense than to
elect *his* preferred candidate...."

"Who *is* President, now?"

"Why, of course, being shut up in that institution over there in
Britain, you wouldn't know, would you?  It's President Jackson...
Jesse Jackson... in the White House.  He's moving things in a more
sane direction.  People are starting to get their lives back.
There's less bickering and fighting.  Things just seem more clean
and light now, not so dark and dirty as they were even this time
last year." Perry smiled.  "I credit Superman with a lot of that
change."

Lois' heart beat faster.  "Superman?"

"Yep!  Best thing that ever happened to Metropolis.  But you know
there are some people that can't see a good thing when they find
it!  I see the media ballyhooing the worst in people like it was a
*good* thing.  I don't know what the world is coming to.  The news
media can't seem to publish the good, it's always got to be the
bad."

"Well, Perry, you always said that 'nice isn't news'."  Lois
blinked.  She could visualize several occasions when Perry had
made that statement, or ones that meant the same thing.  She
should have felt great pain at this memory flash, but for once the
pain lasted only an instant and then was completely gone.  She was
truly grateful for this turn of events.

The fleeting pain mustn't have even registered on her face because
Perry didn't appear to notice anything unusual.  He simply
responded, "Yes, but *we* never went looking to find the nasty
side, or making it up if we couldn't find it.  That's the way it
seems to be nowadays."

"Even at the Daily Planet?"

"No, the Planet still has its integrity intact.  But people don't
seem to want integrity in news, they seem to want the
gossip...that's what sells, anyway."  Perry sighed.  "I guess it's
going to take a lot longer for the media to follow the trend away
>from the dark and dirty."

"So, people will vote for the clean, but when it comes to the news
they still want to read about the dark side?"

"Yeah, I guess that'd be just about right.  Just don't you believe
everything you hear."

"I never do, Perry."  Lois grinned at him.

"Yep, you always did have a nose for the truth.  If you had been
here when Tempus reared his ugly head you would have known he was
a con artist.  Instead it was up to your double from the other
dimension to show Superman what to do."  Perry paused for a
second.  "You know, that whole experience reminded me of when
Elvis got drafted into the army and then laid eyes on Priscilla.
She was only a girl, but whoa Nellie....  He knew they were meant
for each other." Perry stopped abruptly, as if he had seen her
eyes glazing over and realized he'd gone off on a wild tangent.
Suddenly changing topics again he said, "I know it's only been a
couple of days since you've been back, but do you think you'll be
going back to your job at the Planet?  I know it's waiting for
you."

"I'm still not sure.  Dr. Friskin says to wait until I stop having
these memory-triggered pain attacks on a daily basis."

"Pain attacks?"

"Yes.  Tempus put this mind control device in my back tooth.  It
prevented me from remembering *anything* about my past life by
causing me to feel pain whenever I tried to remember.  The device
isn't there anymore, but I now have this Pavlovian response to
feel pain whenever I have a memory flash.  The doctors think I'll
eventually stop reacting that way, but in the meantime it's a real
pain."  She grinned lopsidedly up at him.

Perry put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her.  "How long
do they think it will be before you're back to normal?"

Lois shrugged.  "They don't know.  Only a few weeks for me to stop
having the pain attacks, they think.  They have no idea when, or
if, I'll fully recover my memory.  I just have to try to do things
and be with people who are familiar."

"Then getting back to work at the Planet should do you a world of
good.  I hope that can be soon, for your sake."  Perry hugged her
again, and then stood up.  "I've got to get going now.  I've got a
ribbon-cutting ceremony in half an hour."

Lois stood up.  "I'm glad you came by, Perry.  It's been good to
see you."

Perry leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.  "Now, you
listen to old Perry and get well as fast as you can.  The Planet
needs you!  You hear?"

"Yes, Perry.  I hear."  She gave him one last hug and escorted him
to the front door, waving good-bye as he fended off the reporters
standing at the end of the Lane driveway on his way to his
limousine.

                         *****

Lois stood in front of the bathroom mirror adjoining her childhood
bedroom, trying to get that last strand of hair to stay put.  It
was early Monday morning, ten days after her release from the
hospital and she was preparing for her first day back at the Daily
Planet.

Dr. Friskin had encouraged her to get back on the job, and she had
been eager to follow this advice.  This would give her the
independence she craved.  She'd spent the last four years in a
mental institution and staying with her parents seemed almost as
restrictive...perhaps more so.  Getting back into the real world
would be good for her.

Perry White's opinion had gone a long way towards persuading her
mother ("After all, he *is* the mayor!") that this was the right
thing for Lois to do.

That was all very well and good.  However, right now, staring at
herself in the mirror, Lois wasn't so sure about working again.
She was once again feeling lost and afraid.  After four years, did
she still have what it took to be a Kerth-winning reporter?  Would
Clark Kent continue to avoid her?  Would she ever fully regain her
memory? To counteract her nervousness, she started the mental
positive strokes Dr. Friskin had encouraged her to practice.  She
was Lois Lane, awarding-winning reporter.  She was a fighter.  She
had done this before, she could do it again.

Lois took a deep breath.  Well, here went nothing.  She gave her
hair a final brush stroke, put the brush back on the counter
beside the sink and left the bathroom.  She would be fine, if only
she could stop trembling.

                         *****
Her father drove her to the nearest subway station.  Strangely,
there were almost no reporters parked at the end of the driveway
to her parents' house.  There had been a small contingent there
every day since she had arrived home from the hospital.  She hoped
they had finally given up on finding a story in her return to
Metropolis.

After saying goodbye to her father and thanking him for the lift,
Lois used some of the advance she'd been given by personnel at the
Planet to buy her ticket for the subway.  She took the Metro line
in to the station just outside the main entrance to the Daily
Planet.  As the train got closer and closer to her destination,
her stomach tightened at the thought of starting work again.

The anticipation of getting right back in to the job she had once
apparently done without a second thought a few years ago was
rapidly evaporating.  Now, she was terrified.  She wanted
desperately to turn around and go back home, but she didn't want
to admit defeat.  She couldn't live with herself if she didn't
follow through and put in a day's work today.  Tomorrow would have
to take care of itself.

As the train drew into the station, she was mentally talking
herself through her nervousness.  Everything would be fine.  She
had done this before.  The people she worked with were nice and
would help her over the rough first few days.  She was Lois Lane,
award-winning reporter.  She just had to think positive.

Breathing deeply, she stood up, exited the train and followed the
crowds from the station platform up the escalator and stairs to
the street.

It seemed like the second she stood on the street itself, she was
surrounded by people with microphones, cameras and notepads.  They
all seemed to be talking at once, demanding she answer their
questions, yet not giving her a chance to do so.

"Ms. Lane.  How does it feel to be back at the Planet?"

"What's it like coming back after all this time?"

"How are you going to do your job without your memory?"

"Hey, Lois, nice to see you back!"

"How do you feel about working with Clark Kent?"

"Yeah, what's it like...flying with Superman?"

Lois' anxiety skyrocketed.  She had no idea who these people were
or why they wanted to know these things.  Who was Clark Kent?  Who
was Superman?  Who was Lois?

She could feel the air pressing on her lungs, the faces
surrounding her were moving their lips...demanding...insisting.
She had no idea what they wanted.  She could feel a sob rising in
her throat.  She *had* to get away.  She wanted to be back home,
safe, in her bedroom, and *away* from all of this.

Then suddenly they all stopped.  Almost as one body, they turned
and looked up.  Lois looked up too--and gasped.  What she saw took
her breath away.

Superman was descending feet first, one arm raised above his head,
his cape fluttering up and behind him.  She had never seen
anything like it!  His arrivals on the evening news had given her
*no* idea of the absolute wonder of his presence.  When he landed
in front of her she had to consciously remember to close her
mouth.

He quietly asked, "Are you all right?"

She nodded, too much in awe to reply.  She had sat on a plane for
seven hours with this...being?  It was incomprehensible!

He turned around and faced the crowd.  "Ladies and gentlemen.  I
thought Mr. Olsen made it *quite* clear that he would be arranging
a press conference with Ms. Lane when she was well enough to
participate.  Your behaviour today is not going to assist towards
that end."

There was a general sound of grumbling among the crowd.  The man
Lois had seen ten days earlier, on the TV talk show with Lana Lang
and then in front of the hospital when she had been released,
jeered, "What's the matter, Kent?  Don't you want us to find out
the details of your relationship?"

"Mr. Kidsign, I know you support Ms. Lang's contention that Ms.
Lane and I have some kind of longstanding relationship.  I can
tell you that is *not* true.  Ms. Lane is a co-worker...or will be
if you'll let her pass."

He turned and faced Lois again.  She could see the muscle in his
cheek fluttering, as if he were restraining his anger.  "Come, Ms.
Lane, Mr. Olsen doesn't like his staff to be late."  He indicated
she should head in the direction of the entrance and, once the
crowd had parted to let them pass, he followed her through the
revolving doors of the Daily Planet.

Once they were inside, the outside noise was abated and Lois'
anxiety was reduced.  She looked around herself in amazement.  She
*remembered* this place!

The few people in the lobby scurried onto the first available
elevator.  She wondered why they were in such a rush to get away
>from her until she turned around and saw the irate expression on
Superman's face.

"What's the matter?  Why did they leave?"

In a severe tone of voice, he said, "They were rubber-necking.
Mr. Olsen specifically told everyone to give you some space and to
*not* do anything to make you feel like you didn't belong."

"Oh!"  Lois wanted desperately to stroke the frown from his face,
and reassure him she wasn't upset by their curiosity.  "Well,
that's okay.  I guess it's only natural that they'd be curious.  I
mean, as far as they're concerned, I rose from the dead."

He pressed his lips together, then opened them again to say, "Yes,
but they shouldn't have been hanging around the lobby waiting for
you."
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Another elevator arrived, and Superman followed her into the empty
car and stood slightly behind her.  She turned to face the front
and watched the floors light up as the elevator rose to the fourth
floor.

She heard a sound like a distant wind and when she turned to look
in the direction of the noise, she saw that the man beside her was
dressed in a grey slacks, navy blazer, white shirt and a burgundy
tie.  Lois felt her jaw drop.

"How do you *do* that?"

Clark blushed.  "I just move really, really fast."

Lois raised her eyebrows.

"I used to find a closet or someplace to change, but the other
Clark does it this way--and it seemed more practical."

Oh, right, the other Clark, who matched the other Lois.  She
didn't want to face that issue right now.  But, on looking at him
>from head to foot, there was one thing she *did* want to know.
"Where do you keep the cape and the boots?"

Before he could answer, the elevator pinged and the doors slid
open onto the noise and insanity of the newsroom she remembered.

"Lois Lane!  Welcome!"  Mr. Olsen greeted her like she was a long-
lost friend, although they had only met that one time in front of
Metropolis General, that she remembered.  "Come on into the
newsroom.  People are anxious to get reacquainted."

Clark Kent moved away from her side and led the way down the ramp
into the newsroom.

A tall, elegant woman in a navy business suit stood at the bottom
of the ramp.  Mr. Olsen guided Lois towards her.

"Lois Lane.  Carolyn DeVries, Editor-in-chief."
They shook hands.

"Pleased to meet you, Lois.  Perry has told me a lot about you.
If you're even half as good as he claims, we'll get along just
fine."

Lois was then introduced to a series of other people she vaguely
remembered working with four years ago.

At the end of the introductions, Mrs. DeVries said, "Lois, I'll
have Mr. Kent give you an orientation tour of the building.  I'm
sure a lot has changed since you were last here."

"Thank you.  That will help a lot."

Mrs. DeVries was commandeered by one of the copy editors Lois had
been introduced to earlier, and she and Clark Kent were left
standing alone.

Lois felt a little nervous.  She was standing next to someone who
she found only too attractive.  Furthermore, she now had to work,
to produce, to show that she could be the reporter she had once
been.  She took a deep breath to calm herself.  Here at the Daily
Planet, she was remembering more of her past life than at any
other time since she'd left Sutcliffe, but she knew she had huge
gaps that might be crucial for her to actually do the work.

Clark Kent coughed politely and gestured in the general direction
of the elevators. "Why don't we start with the presses.  They
haven't changed much since you worked here before."

Clark Kent gave her the tour of the Daily Planet floor-by-floor,
pointing out the location of personnel, the lunch room, the
executive floor, and the state-of-the-art computer centre
installed since Mr. Olsen had bought the Daily Planet.   She
wondered about his impersonal approach to the tour.  On the trip
over from England he had not been hesitant to hold her hand.  Now
he seemed to avoid touching her.

At the end of the building tour, he gave Lois the tour of the
newsroom itself.  This included various meeting rooms surrounding
the newsroom, which now all contained computers for group
research; a stop in front of the wall of awards--some of which had
the name Lois Lane on them, although she didn't remember getting
any of them; then on to the photocopy room, the scanner and the
fax machine.  The tour ended in front of a desk that seemed
familiar to Lois.

"Mrs. DeVries has arranged for you to have your old desk back.
She thought that the familiarity of the desk you had always used
would help your recall of past events."

Lois wondered who had given it up for her.  Whoever it was, she
was grateful.  "Yes, that will be a big help.  Thank you."
"You're welcome.  Mrs. DeVries would like to meet with you in half
an hour to discuss your work assignments, so I'll leave you to get
re-acquainted with your desk."

Lois smiled her thanks, and she watched him go towards a nearby
desk which had his name on one corner.  As she sat down at the
desk she once again wondered about why he was now treating her
differently than he had on the flight from England.

                         *****

Mrs. DeVries assigned her to work on a problem with water
contamination in the Hobb's Bay area.  It seemed an old nuclear
facility was leaking into the bay and there was now the potential
for a major catastrophe.

Lois found that investigating a news story was like riding a
bicycle.  In no time she was on top of the story and loving it.
Dr. Friskin had been right, working would help her tremendously.

Clark Kent's desk was just across the aisle and two forward.
While she was on the phone contacting various people about the old
nuclear facility, she could see the back of his head as he worked
at his computer.  Every once in a while he would cock his head to
one side, as if he could hear something inaudible to her, and then
he'd rise and leave the office for a short while.

She knew in her mind that this meant he was off being Superman,
but somehow she could not really make the mental connection
between the two sides of this man.  It was as if he were two
people.  On the one hand he was a detached, mild-mannered, overly
serious young man in conservative clothes; and, on the other, a
strong, considerate, almost god-like creature in the most
flamboyant outfit Lois could have ever imagined.  How could she
have had the temerity to expect someone like him to keep in touch
with her?  He must help hundreds of people every day.  He couldn't
possibly keep in touch with them all!

Lois, besides working on her story, filled her first day back in
the office making appointments with contacts, learning the new
computer system they'd installed during her absence, doing
paperwork and paying a visit to personnel to discuss the issue of
her back pay.

She spent most of the afternoon with the company lawyer regarding
the Planet's liability in her kidnapping and subsequent injury.
The fact that Perry White had authorized her trip to the Congo on
an approved assignment, and was willing to provide evidence to
that effect, boded well for Lois receiving compensation for her
on-the-job injury.  She also filled in the forms to make a claim
against her medical benefits to cover the huge bill from the
Sutcliffe Hospital for Post-Traumatic Stress for services rendered
for the past four years.  The hospital had apparently footed the
bill until they could identify someone to make restitution.
It seemed strange not having Perry White as the editor-in-chief,
but the woman replacing him, Carolyn DeVries, seemed competent and
a similar no-nonsense type.

                         *****

Despite doing the work she loved, by the end of her first day of
working Lois was feeling totally wiped.  It had been four years
after all since she had put in these kind of hours.  The work was
great, she loved being back in the newsroom, and she was glad that
she had come back full time, really she was, but her body just
wasn't coping all that well with putting in a full day of work.
Now she had to face getting home to her parent's house in Harmony
Heights.  Well, she couldn't sleep *here*, so she'd just have to
tap into what little energy she still had left and make the trip
out to her parents' house.

She took her purse out of the bottom drawer of her desk, slowly
stood up, and walked to the coat rack.  Clark Kent was there ahead
of her, taking her coat off the rack and obviously ready to help
her into it.

"You don't have to do that.  I can put it on myself."  Lois knew
she sounded grumpy, but she couldn't help it...she was just so
*tired*.

Sounding apologetic, he said, "I know, but I can see you're fading
fast, and I just thought I'd help get you home as quickly and
painlessly as possible."

"Quickly?"  Was he saying he was going to fly her home?  "Won't
the media be all over you if you take me to my parents' house?"

"No, I didn't mean *that* quickly.  I'll call you a cab and make
sure you get home without having to face the incessant microphones
and cameras of our 'colleagues' downstairs."  He shook her coat
out, indicating she should put her arms in the sleeves.  Slowly,
she turned around and did that.  He gently lifted the coat on to
her shoulders and let go, without actually touching her.

She felt a tinge of disappointment as he walked over to his desk
and picked up the phone.  Was he afraid to touch her?  It seemed
as if he was.  Why?  She watched him speak quickly and briefly
into the mouthpiece and then looked down as he turned around, so
he wouldn't see she'd been watching him.  He was so fascinating to
look at, but she felt embarrassed adding to the number of people
watching his every move.  She saw his shoes come into view and
looked up again.

He smiled and said, "The cab will meet you at the service entrance
in five minutes.  Do you remember how to get there?"  She nodded
and he continued, "Just tell the driver your home address.  He'll
make sure that you get there okay."

Lois walked to the elevators and pushed the button.  He was
standing in the pit of the newsroom watching her leave and she
felt self-conscious.  The elevator pinged, he waved a small good-
bye, she waggled her fingers back, and the elevator doors closed.

Lois leaned against the side of the elevator and closed her eyes.
This man was incredible!  She didn't remember ever finding a man
so utterly attractive before.  Not that she remembered any men in
her life, but that was another issue.  Notwithstanding, she had to
get a grip if she was going to be working with Clark Kent every
day.  She couldn't spend her days drooling over a man who seemed
to find her less than interesting.

                         *****

Clark peered over his glasses into the elevator and his heart
lurched as he saw Lois lean against the elevator wall and close
her eyes.  He fought a desperate urge to rip open the elevator
doors, take her in his arms, and comfort her.

He swallowed.  He really had to get a grip.  He couldn't go near
Lois, except on a professional level, unless he wanted to give
Larry Kidsign and his ilk food for their gossip mill.  He really
needed to stay focussed.  If there had been more people in the
newsroom right now he couldn't have even done this much for her.
At least now she'd get home without running the gauntlet of that
mob out front.

Slowly he turned from the elevators and walked through the mostly
darkened newsroom to his desk and sat down.  He switched on his
desk light and sat staring at his blank computer screen.

He wasn't sure he could deal with Lois working at the Planet, now
that it was reality.  The very idea that the Lois of this
dimension was alive and working at the Daily Planet *should* have
been heaven.  But, with all the controversy created by Lana and
her cohorts over Lois being here at all, it was hell!

He scrubbed his face with his hands, trying to rub the tension
away.  As he combed his hair away from his eyes with his fingers,
the memory of coming into work this morning ran through his head,
and he smiled.

He'd originally been going to do his normal routine of landing in
a nearby alley, changing into his Clark Kent clothes and coming to
work as usual.  However, seeing Lois surrounded by those goons and
obviously in need of help had changed his mind.  Despite the
possible risk of being photographed by Larry Kidsign's staff, he'd
dropped down to give her whatever help he could.  The look of
admiration on her face had been more than enough reward.

He was glad their first reunion had been when he was dressed as
Superman.  Somehow, being Superman helped him cope.  When he was
dressed as Clark Kent she had this disturbing quality of making
him feel weak at the knees and of getting past his defences.

Maybe he should quit being a reporter and become Superman full
time?  It would probably be better for Lois if he did.  She didn't
need all this furor by the tabloids in addition to her other
problems.  But, he couldn't.  The last ten days of not seeing her,
or hearing her voice, had been agony.  He couldn't not ever see or
hear her again, except when he was Superman, he just couldn't!

His original decision had been the right one.  He would continue
to work at the Planet and moonlight as Superman.  He just had to
maintain his control and not let his guard down when he was near
Lois.  That was all.

                         *****
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At the basement level, Lois stepped out of the elevator and took
the wide hall towards the service entrance of the Daily Planet.
Six of the bays were actively in use--young men flinging bundles
of newspapers into the backs of trucks.  The bay on the far right
was empty, except for the Metro cab that had just pulled into it.
She stepped carefully down the metal stairs to the street level
and got into the back of the cab.

"Okay, lady.  Where to?"  The cab driver pulled down his flag and
put the car into reverse.  He didn't wait for her to answer as he
backed out, but paused once the cab was facing the street.

Lois barely got out, "Three-four-one-two South Forest Street,
Harmony Heights," before the cab took off at breakneck speed.
She'd forgotten that Metro cabbies couldn't drive...and Clark Kent
thought *this* was going to get her home painlessly?  Oh, right,
what did *he* know--*he* was invulnerable.

She finally stopped clinging to the strap of her seat belt to make
sure she stayed on the seat when the cab finally slowed to a
reasonable pace, going in exactly the wrong direction to get to
her parents' place.

"Er, Harmony Heights is the other way."

The cabbie swerved, barely missing an ice-cream truck in his
sudden insane desire to cut it off.  "I know.  Mr. Kent said I was
to lose those clowns who wuz following you."

"Following me?  Who's following me?"

"You didn't see 'em?"  The cab made a sudden turn down a one-way
street.  "Back near the Planet.  At least one news crew and three
tabloids.  I don't mind the news guys, but those sleezebuckets at
the tabloids, them I'd be *glad* to drive off a short pier."

"Why are you still making these sudden moves?"  Lois gasped as the
cabbie made yet another lurching turn--this time onto the freeway.
"They all know where I live."

"Well, who sez you wuz going home?  You *could* be goin' on a
story.  And, one of them sleezebuckets is still on our tail."  He
revved his engine, and crossing four lanes in about as many
seconds, took the next ramp off at Wane Boulevard and did a sharp
right turn into a quiet residential neighbourhood.  He slowed to a
crawl and pulled over to the side of the street, cutting his
headlights, but not the engine--which was quietly idling, pending
another hasty retreat, she supposed.

Lois heard the scream of tires as a van sped off the end of the
ramp two blocks behind them and roared up Wane Blvd, perpendicular
to the end of the street they were on.  "Was that them?"

"Uh, huh.  Now we just wait a few minutes to see if they come
back."  He picked up his cab radio and connected to his
dispatcher.  "George?  Henry, here.  I gotta CJK passenger.  You
wanna get someone to run scared off Wane towards the south luring
a dark blue van, with sleezebuckets on board?  Thanks."

Lois heard the dispatcher's "Roger" as she looked over her
shoulder in time to see another Metro cab speed up the ramp onto
the freeway in the general direction of Harmony Heights--with a
dark blue van almost right up against its rear bumper.

"Geezus, if Fred don't pick up speed they're gonna catch on."  He
flicked the button on his radio again.  "George, will ya tell Fred
to get a *move* on, they're right up his..." Lois saw him glance
in the rearview mirror, "...tail!"

Lois grinned at his obvious switch in vocabulary.  He didn't know
female reporters very well if he thought her ears were *that*
tender!

The dispatcher made soothing noises to Henry and then told Fred to
"Juice it, like you was fresh squeezed."

Lois giggled.  Less than an hour ago, she'd been tired and
frazzled and worn right out, but *this* was getting her blood
flowing again.  She loved this kind of life.  How could she
possibly have forgotten it for four years?

Henry looked at her in his rearview mirror.  "You okay, Miss?"

"I'm fine.  Just fine.  And, please...call me Lois."

He shut off the engine.  "Okay, Lois.  Now we just set here for a
few more minutes, just to be sure them sleezebuckets don't come
back, and then we'll be on our way.  I'll have you home in a
jiff."

"Thanks, Henry."  Lois smiled.  "Do you do this sort of thing
often?"

"Not any more.  When Mr. Kent was first doing his Superman thing,
I wuz *always* doing this.  Me and my brother-in-law, Joe.  We'd
take turns ferrying Mr. Kent where he needed to go--when he wasn't
flying, that is.  It's hard to be a reporter if you're wearing
blue tights, and reporters have to get around town, but them
ambulance chasers was always following him wherever he went, so
Mr. Kent used us.  Anyways, it turns out his landlord and the
owner of Metro Cab is golf buddies, and they made this pact to
protect Mr. Kent against all them nuts and fruitcakes he has to
deal with now he's Superman.  Now we're all of us CJK drivers -
but usually Mr. Kent asks for me, or Joe."

"CJK?"

"Them's Mr. Kent's initials."

Lois could figure out two of the three but wanted to know, "What's
the J stand for?"

Henry shrugged.  "I dunno.  It's just the code we use, soze we
know what action to take."  He peered into his rearview mirror,
again.  "It looks like they ain't coming back.  Let's go."  He
started the car and slowly drove towards the freeway ramp,
carefully avoiding any indication of hurry or urgency.

In what seemed like no time at all, Lois was stepping out of the
cab in front of her parent's house.  There was only one rather
tired-looking man dozing over his steering wheel in a blue Chevy
parked on the street in front of the neighbour's house.  He perked
up when he saw her, but looked disappointed to see her alone.
Lois guessed he must be the lookout man for one of the tabloids.

Henry leaned over and opened the front passenger window.  "You
want I should have Joe pick you up tomorrow morning?  He works the
day shift and you might need special help getting past them
sleezebuckets for a few days."

She was about to protest that she didn't need to avoid the
sleazebuckets, they knew where she lived and worked, so what was
the point?  Then she realized that being followed everywhere she
went would put a definite crimp in her reporting style.  She
should keep them guessing, even on such a simple thing as getting
to and from work.  Besides, she didn't *really* want to have to
face that mob in front of the Planet every morning and evening and
Henry was waiting for her answer.

"Yes, that would be great.  Would 7 a.m. be okay?"  She saw him
note this on a time sheet.

She opened her purse, pulled out her wallet to pay Henry and
stopped open-mouthed when he told her to hold on to her money.  A
CJK didn't cost *nothing*.

"But, why not?  You did all that extra work to get me here without
the 'sleazebuckets'--I *owe* you."

"No ma'am.  Mr. Kent only calls a CJK in a real emergency.  It's
the least I can do for him."

Lois looked at Henry's face.  He was sincere.  "What did Clark
Kent *do*, that makes you want to risk your health and income this
way?"

For the first time since Lois had seen him, Henry looked
embarrassed.  "Mr. Kent, he done saved my little grand-daughter
>from being killed by a falling building...and my niece, Joe's
oldest daughter, too.  Some sadist put a bomb in the daycare
centre where my little Janie was...a *daycare* centre!  Can you
believe it?  Joe's daughter teaches there.  If it hadn't been for
Superman, they'd be dead!  I...*we* can't never do enough that
will pay him back for that.  Never!"

Lois put her hand through the cab window and squeezed his hand in
an awkward handshake.  "Thank you.  Thanks for everything."

"You're more than welcome...Lois.  Now you git into that house
while I make sure no-one's going to get after you."  He glared at
the man in the blue Chevy and made shooing motions.  "Have a nice
evening."

"You, too."   Lois walked up to the house and let herself in.
Through the window beside the front door, she watched Henry drive
off.  What a really nice man.  His devotion to Clark Kent was
amazing.  She wondered how many other supporters Superman had like
Henry.

                         *****

The next couple of weeks seemed to fly right by for Lois.  Each
morning Joe would pick her up in a cab and deposit her at the rear
entrance of the Daily Planet, and each evening Henry would take
her on the return trip.

She found out a lot about both Joe and Henry's families, but
rarely got to say more than two words to Clark Kent, himself.  He
seemed to be completely involved in either following news stories,
or in making them.  She wished he would just hold an ordinary
conversation with her.

Late in her first week at work, Mr. Olsen arranged for another
news conference.  This time she was able to remain calm and
answered most of the questions.  She simply ignored the ones about
her supposed relationship with Clark Kent/Superman, and when
pressed just stated the truth, "I don't know anything about that."

Her memory was still not there for many of the areas of her life.
However, the recall she needed to do her job seemed to be working
just fine.  She took Dr. Friskin's advice and tried to not worry
about the parts that she couldn't remember and concentrate on the
parts she could.  Eventually, she hoped, the missing pieces would
reappear and fall into place.

                         *****

Clark had tried to stay away from Lois as much as he could.  He
knew if he hovered around her that Larry Kidsign or his cohorts
would get wind of it and make her life miserable.  On the other
hand, he desperately wanted to be with her.

He had tried to spend as much time as possible at the Planet
during the last couple of weeks, just so he could be close to
Lois.  Fortunately, emergencies requiring Superman's help during
daylight hours were down from last year.  He still had to
occasionally leave for a rescue or to stop a crime, but for the
most part he was able to be in the Planet working on his usual
stories for the first two weeks she was back at work.

After Clark's dual life had been exposed last year, Mr. Olsen had
insisted that Clark keep his job at the Planet even if it was only
to give firsthand accounts of his experiences as Superman.  It
hadn't taken any great intellect to realize that he would no
longer be able to do undercover investigative journalism.
Besides, his writing style was more suited to background pieces
than it was to exposes.  So his new assignments fitted both his
writing style and his personality.

He was happy to be writing up pieces on topics like the reason
city hall needed more resources; or how the elderly were being
treated at one of the local nursing homes; why young offenders
repeated their crimes despite, or because of, the current legal
system; and so on.  Other reporters might find them dull, but he
had more than enough excitement in his other life.  He liked the
contrast, it gave a balance to his life.

He had only taken one day off during the last few weeks.  On the
anniversary of his landing on Earth, May 17, he had gone to
Washington to donate his first costume to The Smithsonian.  Now
that he had many costumes, he felt that the safest place for Lois
Lane's original was at this national institution of preservation.
It felt good to know that people would see what the other Lois
Lane had done for him.

Now, if he could only figure out a way to ask *this* Lois Lane for
a date, without the entire world breathing down their necks
everything would be perfect.

                         *****
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Lois decided she wanted to let Clark Kent know how grateful she
was for his help in making her trips back and forth to work less
stressful.  She wasn't exactly sure how to handle it, but on the
Friday of the second week after she had first met Henry she
decided to invite Clark to lunch as a thank-you gesture.  She
waited until the immediate area around their desks was clear of
prying ears and asked him.  To her dismay, he declined.

He must have seen the disappointment in her face because he said
that he rarely left the building during the day, except for
business reasons.

She raised her eyebrows in query.

He shrugged one shoulder.  "There's a group of people, mostly
women, who follow me around wherever I go.  I try to avoid them
whenever possible."

"Superman groupies?"  Lois wanted to laugh, but she could see that
this was a serious problem for him, and restrained herself.

He nodded.  "Clark Kent gets his share too."  He gave her a
crooked smile.

"Clark Kent, are you telling me that wherever you go--whether
you're dressed as Superman or not--you have hordes of women
*following* you?  That's nuts.  Why don't you just tell them to
get lost?"

"I've tried, but they just keep coming back."  He sounded
resigned.

"If you say so, Clark, but I think you need to *do* something
about this.  They're making you a prisoner inside this building."
Then another thought occurred to her.  "What about your home?  Are
they there too?"

"Not any more.  My landlord took care of that."

"How did he do that?"

"Well, he hired a company of security specialists to prevent
anyone from entering my apartment.  So far it's working.  I don't
get people trying to break in, anymore.  Although, at the moment
the National Whisper has a 24/7 watch on people coming and going
>from my place."

"Seven days a week!  Twenty-four hours a day!  Whatever for?"

Clark coloured again.  "They want to prove that you and I are
having a hot relationship.  That's the other reason we can't go
out to lunch together."

Lois narrowed her eyes.  "Okay,  that does it!  I want to know
*exactly* what's going on here.  I'm tired of all this talk about
us having some supposed relationship.  I have seen you--what?--
twice, three times in my life...outside of work.  Why do people
think we're in a relationship?"
Clark looked down at his hands and picked invisible lint off his
sleeve.  "It's kind of complicated."

"Okay.  So why don't I go out, pick us up some lunch and we can
talk about this in one of the conference rooms?"

"I wouldn't recommend you going out, either.  You'll just get
surrounded and questioned by what Henry calls the
'sleazebuckets.'"

Lois realized, for the first time, that all of her trips from the
Planet had always been by Joe's or Henry's cab.  She'd always
either brought her lunch or eaten at whatever location she was
investigating.  She hadn't gone out the front entrance of the
Planet since she had returned to work the beginning of last week.

"So, what *do* you recommend?  I *have* to eat."

Clark raised his eyebrows, as if he'd just realized she was only
human.  "Yes, I guess that *would* be a drawback."

Lois blinked.  Was he joking?  "You *do* eat, don't you?"

"Well, I *like* to eat, but I don't *have* to."

She turned on her heel, grabbed a notepad from her desk, noted
down two ham-and-cheese-on-kaisers and two large Pepsis, took some
money out of her purse, snagged the first assistant who walked
past her desk and demanded he pick up the order at Gabby's Deli,
or whatever deli was nearby nowadays, and deliver it to her and
Mr. Kent in the back conference room where they would be working
on a story.

The youth stuttered a "Yes, ma'am!" and hurried off to do her
bidding.

When Lois turned around, Clark was staring at her in awe.

"Well, don't just sit there gawking, let's get this story
clarified."  She stomped off in the direction of the conference
room.

By the time she entered the room, Clark Kent was right behind her
with a number of files in hand.

Lois pointed at the files and gave him a querying look.

He said, "If we're supposed to be working on a story, I thought we
should have some files to support that impression."

"Oh, right.  I forgot that part.  Good thing you're on your toes."
She flushed with embarrassment.  She was pretty sure she would
*not* have failed to arrange that kind of cover in her old life.

Clark laid out the files artistically on the table, some opened at
charts and pictures, to give the impression they were being
discussed.  "I have years of practice covering the truth with
other truths."

"So what is the truth?  I mean there was that on TV the first
night I arrived in Metropolis.  The one who says she was your
fiancee, and keeps popping up on every talk show around.   She and
that man who was interviewing her were at the hospital the next
morning, too.  And, he was here again, that first morning I came
to work.  So, first question, who was that woman on TV the first
night I was in Metropolis, and why was she talking about me?"

Clark closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair.  "That's
Lana Lang.  We were engaged to be married until I became Superman.
 It's not *you* she's talking about...it's the *other* Lois Lane."

"The Lois Lane that came from the other dimension?  The one that
showed you how your Special skills could be used?"

"She did more than that, she gave me the confidence to *be*
Superman.  She even created my first costume.  I had all these
skills, but I was afraid to use them.  She showed me how.  Lana
and I broke off right after that."

Lois swallowed.  The woman had said he was obsessed with Lois
Lane, but as she had supposed, it wasn't *her*...it was that
*other* Lois Lane.  She had so hoped that he would like *her*.
She needed to know how much that other Lois meant to Clark now.
Trying not to let her voice indicate her distress, Lois said, "Did
you love her very much?"

"Lana?  I thought I did.  For years she was the one person in my
life who knew about me...all of me.  When she said she would marry
me, I thought she truly loved me--I was wrong."

Lois felt herself flinch at the bleak expression in Clark's face.

"No...I meant the other Lois Lane."

"I don't *think* so. I felt drawn to her.  It was as if I'd met
another part of *me*.  I needed her.  She freed me from the narrow
life that Lana had planned for me and I had accepted as the only
life possible for someone like me.  I'll always be grateful to her
for that."  His expression had changed to something that Lois
wasn't able to read...unless it was reverence.

"Is that...is that why you came for me?  Because I remind you of
her?"

He looked startled by her words.  "No!  Never!  I saw the other
Lois Lane and felt some kind of weird compulsion whenever I was
with her.  I came to realize that what I was feeling was an echo
of my need for *you*.  Only you were *dead*!"
Lois was reassured.  He *did* care about her, but before she could
find the words to express how she felt, she saw his pain.  She
desperately wanted to wipe the anguished expression from his face
and the sadness from his eyes but had no idea *how*.

He continued, "I looked for you...but I couldn't find you, and
then..."  He breathed a shuddering sob.  She saw him manfully gain
control over his emotions.  "I am so grateful that you aren't dead
and I finally got to meet you.  I never thought I would."

A fragment of a memory of the madman in a tent crossed her mind.
"Clark?"  His head lifted and he looked into her eyes.  "That's
what *he* said.  He said he couldn't let Superman...you...meet his
true love in Metropolis!  He said that's why I was there in the
Congo...to stop you from meeting your true love!"

"I kn-know, and he almost k-k-killed you...because of *me*!  I can
never forgive myself for that."  He was raking his fingers through
his hair, the only sign, other than his stutter, that his emotions
were deeper than they appeared on the surface.

Lois walked around the table and brushed his hair from his eyes
with her fingers.  "It's okay, Clark.  It wasn't your fault.  He
tried everything to prevent you from becoming the Superman you
were meant to be...but he *failed*!  You *are* the Superman you
were intended to be.  I've seen how much people revere you, and
respect what you do...even the groupies are a kind of warped sign
that you're making this world a better place.  Tempus' plot to
stop us from meeting did not prevent the other Lois and you from
fulfilling your true destiny!  Any little bit of danger I was in
is *nothing* compared to that!"

He stood up, stepped back, and stared at her.  "Little!  Little!!
You call being maimed and at death's door, *little*?!"

"Well, it's not the only time I almost died.  Did I ever tell you
about the time I was kidnapped by a murderer and left to die in
the wilds of Ohio?  No?  Really?  Oh, right...so far we've only
talked for any length of time on the plane from England and
*then*, we only talked about *your* life story."  She grinned up
at him, hoping to erase the solemn expression from his face.

"You're making that up...right?  Please tell me you're making that
up."

Lois was distressed by his reaction.  He was really hurting...she
wasn't sure why that was so, but he was and she needed to reassure
him.

"Clark, I don't remember all the details, but I *do* know I've
been putting myself in danger since I was in high school.
Whatever you did or didn't do would not change that.  You seem to
have some universal connection with me...even Tempus said
that...however, that doesn't mean that I'll not keep getting into
trouble in the process.  You're going to have to get used to that,
I think.  I don't remember exactly what kinds of danger I've put
myself into, but I'm pretty sure that any one of them would
probably give you heart failure."

He turned away from her, muttering something that sounded a whole
lot like, "Oh, great...just what I need...more stress in my life."

"Well, Clark, I never promised you a rose garden."  She grinned at
him.

Before he could respond, the assistant arrived with the sandwiches
and drinks.  Lois thanked him and closed the door on his
departure.  She walked over to the table, sat down facing Clark
across the table and began opening her sandwich and can of soda.

Turning back to face her, he said, "Did anyone ever tell you
you're insane?"

"Oh, yes, Perry White was always telling me I was crazy."  She
giggled.  "But, he always let me go ahead with whatever I was
doing, anyway."

Clark clutched his temples dramatically and groaned.  "And, I
thought everything would be great once I found you."

"Hey, it *will* be, you just have to be patient."

"Can I get that in writing?"

Lois wasn't entirely sure if he was serious.  He always *looked*
so serious it was hard to tell.

"Clark, there are no guarantees in life.  Look at me:  against all
the odds I'm back here working at the Planet when I could just as
easily have been rotting under a mound of leaves in the jungle of
the Congo."

Clark's expression became even more serious.  "I think you were.
I mean, I'm not really sure, but I think Mr. Wells found the time
that you actually died and took me there to rescue you.  He didn't
exactly say, but I think before that you really *were* dead."

"But that's *impossible*!  I was in Sutcliffe for four *years*.
They have the records, not to mention the medical bills, to prove
it!"

"I know.  But, I think that's only one version of reality...the
one from *your* point of view.  From *my* point of view, you died
in 1993.  Mr. Wells decided to find you in 1996 and it took him
until my April of 1997 to do that.  He took me to the right place
and time in 1993 to find you, rescue you before you could be
killed, and put you in the Sutcliffe.  The next morning, in this
1997, I phoned the Sutcliffe.  You had been there four years, but
I had only left you there twelve hours earlier, my time.  Do you
see what I'm saying?"

"Yes, that reality isn't everything it's cracked up to be."  Lois
felt a little disoriented for a few seconds.  She breathed deeply
to help calm herself. "Clark, this means that I really do have a
second chance at life.  I can't just let my life not mean
*anything*.  I have to make it mean *something*.  I just have to
figure out what."

"Do you have any ideas?"

Lois shook her head.  "Not at the moment."  She could see that
Clark cared for her.  She thought he cared quite a lot.  But, ever
since he'd left her at the hospital he seemed to be avoiding her.
Maybe now was the time to ask for an explanation.

"Clark, what did you mean when you said that you thought
everything would be great once you found me?  You seem to have
been avoiding me.  Does the idea that people think we're having a
torrid romance bother you that much?"

She saw him swallow and make a couple of attempts to answer.
"Lois, I'm sorry.  It's not that I wanted to avoid you, it's just
that I was trying to stop your name from being dragged through the
gutter press.  Not that it's made that much difference, but I
thought that if they didn't actually catch us together, then you
would be spared."

"So, you were avoiding me for my own good?"

He nodded.

Lois sighed.  "Clark, has anyone ever informed you that you are a
complete idiot?"

She saw his jaw drop open, and it took all her willpower to
prevent herself from laughing.

"Oh, I see, no-one tells the great and powerful Superman that his
brain cells have atrophied?"  She threw up her hands in mock
horror.  "What is the world coming to?"

"Er..."

"Never mind, I understand.  You have this need to protect, and I
was the latest target."  She took a calming breath.  "Clark,
people need to be in charge of their own lives, you can't do it
all for them."

She got up again and started to pace.  "You know, the one thing
that I really hate the most about coming back is that I don't have
any control over my life.  I'm back living with my parents.  I
can't do my job without an audience half the time, and I can't
even invite you out for lunch to thank you for everything you've
done for me.   And to top it all off, you're avoiding me for my
own good. What kind of life is that?"

"You didn't have any control at Sutcliffe, either."

"Well, at least at Sutcliffe I couldn't remember having any other
kind of life.  This is so *frustrating* because I *know* this
isn't the kind of life I want...but I don't seem to be able to
*change* anything."  She slammed her fist down on the table, then
nursed her hand where it had made contact.

"What can you do...that's the way life is."

"No, Clark, that's *not* the way life is--not for Lois Lane!  And,
it shouldn't be for Clark Kent, either!"

She continued pacing, trying to think of a way to make her life
more bearable.  Why was Clark so calm?  He ought to be even more
frustrated by this whole thing than she was.  She at least was a
supposed "invalid" and was under medical supervision, he was as
close to a god as anyone could get.  He should be able to do
*anything*, but couldn't...or, wouldn't.

She stopped and waving her hands in frustration, said,  "Clark,
why do you put up with this....?"

"Bull?  Stupidity?  Insanity?"  Clark quietly waited for her
clarification.

Lois stopped waving her hands and glared at him.  Placing her
hands on her hips, she said facetiously, "All of the above!"

Clark shrugged.  "What choice do I have?  People are interested in
me and everything I do.  I can't stop that."

"No, you can't...but you could *manage* it.  I mean how do the
movie stars and royalty deal with all the media attention *they*
get?"

"Often, they don't.  The paparazzi are everywhere...sometimes with
deadly results."

"Yes, but the legitimate media toe the line.  They're willing to
forego the candid shot in hopes of getting an 'official'
communique...something they can legitimately present to their
manager or editor."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Well...I'm not really sure, but like you said that first morning
I came in to the Planet, the press has to perform as promised if
they want the guaranteed interview.  Decide on when and where
you'll be available to meet the press and ignore anyone who
doesn't toe the line, and only the honest press will get the
straight story."

"Is that what you plan to do?"

"Me?  Why me?  I'm only Lois Lane, reporter."

"Reputed to be the 'secret' love interest of the above-named
Superman."

She stood with her hands on her hips, trying to exude displeasure
with him, without a great deal of success.  "Has anyone ever told
you you're *really* annoying?"

"Not lately."  Clark grinned at her.

Her heart flipped over.  His smile had that kind of effect on her.
She had to stay focussed.

"Well, I *still* think we need to come up with a plan of action.
I'm tired of everyone else but me controlling my life."

"Do you have anything specific in mind?"

"Not yet.  But, I will."

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Clark felt overwhelmed.  Just looking at Lois Lane made him
lightheaded.  The realization that she was *alive* and might
actually even like him was enough to make him weak at the knees.
He was terrified of blowing this relationship, but found himself
acting stilted and serious whenever he was with her.

Clark knew he wasn't handling this budding relationship very well,
but then again he only had his experience with Lana to fall back
on.  At the time he had thought he and Lana had a good
relationship, but now he knew that his bond with Lana had been
distorted--ruled by his need for secrecy and love.  He had briefly
dated other girls in high school and college, but that hadn't
given him *any* idea about what he should do now.

Could he even ask Lois for a date?  With all the media attention
they were both getting he didn't see how he could.  It was so
*frustrating*.  He had finally found the one person he felt sure
was the one for him and he couldn't even ask her out for coffee
without it becoming front-page news world-wide!

Lois, on the other hand, was absolutely amazing.   She somehow
made their impossible situation sound manageable and seemed really
confident that a solution could be found.  So in answer to her
assertion that she would, eventually, have a solution, he
responded, "I hope so."

"So now what do we do?"  Asked Clark.

She looked up, and his heart stood still.  He couldn't breathe--
only gaze into her eyes.  He desperately wanted to kiss her, to
hold her close, to tell her how much he loved her.  And, he *did*
love her.  He *knew* that, had known it from the second he first
set eyes on her.  It was like the day he had learned to fly and he
*knew* that he *had* to fly.  He *had* to be with Lois, it was
like they were two sides of the same coin.

He had no idea how long they stood there like that, their love for
each other travelling back and forth at light speed across the
conference room table until Lois' gaze broke away and she looked
at the table.

"How long can you hold your breath?"

Clark suddenly realized that he ought to breathe again.

Taking a deep breath he said, "A very long time."

"Oh."  Lois seemed at a loss for words, which Clark was beginning
to realize was an unusual occurrence for her.

She stood on the far side of the table for a few minutes, not
looking at him.  Then she said, "You know, Clark, you are the
strongest man in the world, but you don't seem to believe you have
any power.  I don't understand.  Why *is* that?"

"My room-mate at college asked me that same question.  I couldn't
explain to him that I had these other skills that I constantly had
to hide.  I guess that's why I don't feel like I have any power,
because for so long I haven't been able to express it...first
because I had to hide my skills...now because everyone knows who I
am and I'm under public scrutiny practically wherever I go."

She still looked puzzled.  "But, why are you so concerned about
what everybody thinks?  I mean, you could go wherever you like,
make a home in the Antarctic if you wanted, and commute to
Metropolis--but you don't.  Instead, you live right here where
everyone can get at you easily--and restrict your actions to what
is acceptable to others."

Clark was startled.  It had never really occurred to him to move
out of Metropolis.  Living here felt "right."

"Well, I like *being* in Metropolis.  It seems like home.  I like
being near people and I don't want to hurt them, or their
feelings."

"Why not?  They don't hesitate to hurt yours."

"My Mom and Dad taught me to be concerned about others.  I guess
it kind of stuck, especially after they died.  I've always wanted
to do whatever they would have thought was right."

"So I guess this is still Tempus' plan working against you.  He
killed your parents, just like he did the President and Vice-
President, to prevent you from being the Superman you were meant
to be--and here you are restricted from being everything you
should be."

"What!  What did you say?"  Clark was astounded.  Could it be
true?

"He killed your...."  Lois sat down suddenly.  "I remember!  He
said he popped through a time window and scared the truck driver
into the next world and 'the little tyke didn't even notice I was
there, he was too busy waving to his parents as they drove towards
him.'  He k-k-killed your parents, Clark.  I don't know *how*, but
I know he did!"

Clark slowly sat down.  "I know how."  He felt numb.  "He used the
time portal to appear in the truck cab, if *that* didn't scare the
truck driver into a heart attack, I'm sure he had a lethal
injection of something untraceable to use as back-up"

"Time portal?"  Lois was looking rather pale.  Clark poured Pepsi
into a glass and handed it to her.

"Tempus used a time portal to escape from prison the last time I
went to the other dimension...the one where he used mind control
to become President of the United States."

Lois lowered her drink to the table.  "That's the other thing.  I
remember!  He said he killed the President and Vice-President to
make everyone believe *you* were the enemy!  I *know* he was
telling the truth!  This is the biggest story...."  Lois looked
suddenly elated.  "I...we, could win the Pulitzer for this!"

Clark moved his chair closer to hers and took her waving hand in
his.  "He *did* try to make people believe I was the 'enemy' that
time the other Lois made my costume."  He was trying valiantly to
stay focussed, but touching her was making this very difficult.
He let go of her hand.  "But, before it becomes a story, we have
to find corroborative evidence.  We can't just go on your
recollection of a conversation four years ago along with
everything that happened when Tempus tried to steal the mayoral
race."

"How can we do that?  I'm sure he didn't run around telling anyone
else this.  Hasn't he spent most of the last four years in jail in
one time period, and dimension, or another?"

Clark shrugged.  He had no idea.  Besides, they'd been in the room
long enough.  They'd better get out onto the floor and down to
work.  He started to tidy up the files they had been using as
camouflage for this meeting.  He stopped when Lois put her hand
over his.

"Clark!  Don't do that right now.  We have to figure out our
strategy if we're going to solve this.  Look, partner, why don't
you go get the right set of files, and I'll start searching the
data banks."

"Partner?"  She'd said "partner"; this was just like the other
Lois and Clark.  His heart soared!

"Sure, Clark.  This story is too big for just one person.  We'll
need to work as partners if it's ever going to be resolved."

He got up, picked up the files they'd been using as cover, and
went to the morgue to check-out the assassination story files.

When he got back to the conference room, Lois was already deep
into research on the computer in the back right corner of the
room.

He sat at the table and within moments had read the dozen or so
files he'd brought back with him.  He waited for Lois to finish
her own research before filling her in.

Lois picked up her printouts from the laser printer just outside
the conference room and sat down next to Clark at the table.

"You know, Clark, if we're going to be working as partners you're
going to have to learn to share what you've read at super speed so
I'm at least at the same place as you."

Clark was about to apologize and then saw the teasing look on her
face.  "Okay."

She'd said "partners" again.  He couldn't believe how *happy* this
made him.  Such a simple thing, but it meant *so* much!

"Clark, you look much nicer when you smile.  You should do it more
often."

Clark felt his smile broadening into a grin.  Being with Lois was
the most incredible experience.  He wanted more of this, and it
looked like, with this story and their budding partnership, he
would.

                         *****

After her talk with Clark in the conference room about how she
didn't have any control over her own life, Lois decided that one
of her main peeves about her current reality was having to live
with her parents.

She talked it over with Dr. Friskin, and then over the weekend
began looking for a home of her own.  She looked at different
places, but everywhere she went the tabloids followed her.  One
reporter even had the nerve to ask if she were looking for a love
nest for herself and Clark.  She just rolled her eyes and kept on
walking.  If she was the paranoid type, she would have thought
they were tapping her phone calls.  This must be what Clark went
through on a daily basis.  No wonder he seemed anxious all the
time.  This kind of harassment was enough to drive anyone nuts.

When she told Clark about this latest encounter, during their
Monday morning briefing session about the assassination story, he
was appalled.

"Lois, I am *really* sorry you have to go through this.  I wish I
could do something about it."

"Don't worry, Clark.  I can handle them, I just don't want them on
my doorstep every night when I get home."

"Then, I'd suggest you look at apartments with high security
features.  Not every landlord is willing to do what mine did for
me."  He paused, thinking for a few seconds.  "There's one tower
that was built by a billionaire entrepreneur who committed suicide
about four years ago.  The penthouse suite in particular is secure
against any type of illegal access."

"Good idea, Clark.  The penthouse sounds like it's out of my snack
bracket, but I'll take a look at the building."

"Snack bracket?"  Clark had a puzzled expression on his face.

Lois patted him on the chest.  "Never mind, Clark, I'll just see
if they have something in my price range."

                         *****

That same evening, in her room at her parent's place, Lois was
watching television.  She was changing channels to watch her
favourite night-time soap opera, when she happened on the Larry
Kidsign show being its usual outrageous self.  The show broke for
commercial, saying to stay tuned for Larry's exclusive interview
with Ms. Lana Lang, former fiancee of Superman.

Lois was in two minds whether to continue watching.  If she
watched, she knew she'd be infuriated.  If she didn't, she'd be
wondering what spew Lana Lang was dramatizing now.  She decided it
was better to know than to not know, and waited for the commercial
to end.

Larry ran a tape showing Clark, dressed as Superman, defending her
>from that mob in front of the Daily Planet her first morning at
work.  However, the voice over said "For all of you that thought
Ms. Lang was overstating her complaint against Mr. Kent--here you
can see for yourself:  Superman brazenly greeting his lover in
front of a crowd of witnesses, and she blatantly agreeing to his
proposal.  I'm sure only our cameras prevented them from caressing
each other."

Lois' jaw dropped.  The video showed Clark landing in front of
her, she knew he had simply asked if she were alright, but the
implication of the voice-over made his concerned expression, and
her own affirmative nod, seem like much more.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Lana Lang."  The studio audience
applauded and Lana sashayed towards Kidsign and sat demurely on
the chair he indicated.

Lois ground her teeth.  This woman's whole body language exuded
self-confidence and false modesty.

"Now, Lana.  You've seen the tapes.  How does that make you feel?"

"Hurt.  I feel hurt and humiliated.  I knew he had brought her
back because he was tired of flying back and forth, but I never
thought they'd be so *blatant* about it.  The Clark I knew would
never have expressed his emotions in public, like that.  It's so
sad to see the depths that woman has driven him to."

Lois grabbed the phone.  She was darn well going to give them a
piece of her mind!  Then, she paused.  No, she couldn't make the
call.  It would only hurt Clark.  If she called, the conversation
would more than likely be recorded and broadcast, with a similarly
slanted interpretation.

Appalled at the very idea, slowly, Lois hung up the phone.  She
was starting to understand why Clark might not be as carefree as
she would like him to be.  Living with this kind of thing, day in
and day out, must be hell.  She had not realized before what
exactly he was going through.

On the television, Lana Lang was continuing to bemoan the fact
that Clark had deserted her, that because of him her parents
couldn't live in Smallville anymore, and she wasn't going to take
it anymore.  All this was said in between promotional forays into
selling her book.  She would point out that he'd been her first
lover, he'd promised to marry her and then, after all his promises
and her sacrifices for him, he'd abandoned her for that... that...
Lois Lane.  All the details were in chapter 12 of her book  "Super
is, as Super does."

Lois felt her gag reflex set in and switched the television off.
She didn't feel much like watching a soap opera anymore, real life
was starting to feel too much like one.

                         *****

The next afternoon, Lois entered the apartment building Clark had
recommended.  The building  had a secluded feeling even though it
was right on a major street in Metropolis.  An arch over the
driveway provided access to both the courtyard front entrance and
the building's underground garage.  She walked through the arch
and to the right, where the entrance to the building was
landscaped with a small rocky fountain making a soothing noise as
she entered the lobby of the building.  The security station was
impressive, allowing every foot of the public spaces in the
building to be visible to the security team.  A friendly guard
asked who she was visiting and contacted the rental office
representative to sign her in.

She toured the building with the representative, who showed off
the amenities available to tenants.  They took the private
elevator to the penthouse which was doubly secure, with ground
floor security plus its own entrance security.  Nonetheless, the
cost of the penthouse was well above her means, even with the back
pay she had coming to her from the Daily Planet.

However, there were two vacant one-bedroom apartments lower in the
building that *would* fit her budget.  She rejected the first one
she looked at because it faced in the direction of the LNN tower.
All the LNN staff would have to do was set up a camera on a tripod
and her whole life would be up for public view.  The other
apartment had a balcony with a nice view of Oceanside Park and the
water lapping up on the park's beach, about a quarter of a mile
away.  There were no other buildings with a direct line of sight
to this apartment.  With the ground floor security station, she
could feel safe here.  Her incoming phone calls could be monitored
through the security station if she wanted it that way, but best
of all, any incoming visitors entering from the street would be
screened.  She signed a lease to move in at the beginning of June.

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Washington, DC -- June, 1997
******************************

Over the preceding couple of weeks, Lois had moved into her new
apartment, bought some new pieces of furniture and begun her life
as an independent woman again.

Over this same period, she had continued working with Clark as
they investigated the assassination story.  They covered a lot of
ground for this story on their own; but, they ran out of leads
eventually, and figured they'd have to call in the law enforcement
authorities to do any further investigation.

Clark called one of his contacts at the FBI and asked for a
meeting, telling Special Agent Tilberry that he had someone who
might have a lead on the people who had assassinated Reagan and
Bush.  The next day they flew the shuttle to Washington to meet
with the three agents of the FBI who were still working on the
Operation Saboteur case.  Lois wondered if they were flying
commercial airline so that Clark could avoid physical contact with
her.  He still seemed to be hesitant to touch her, despite her
reassurances that only people they could trust at the Daily Planet
had any way of seeing them.  They were becoming true friends, but
Clark was still extremely nervous about their public image.

They took a taxi to FBI Headquarters and walked along the entrance
hall to the main doors.  Entry into the building itself was
through an air-lock beside the main security desk.  They had to
stand inside a short corridor until the door they entered by was
closed and locked and only then was the opposite door released to
be opened.  Meanwhile their assigned escort swiped a card and
entered a passcode to get through the main revolving doors.  Once
Lois and Clark had exited into a broad interior corridor, they met
up with their escort who explained he was there to accompany them
to an interview room.

At every door and elevator, their escort had to use an electronic
card to swipe the door open. This, he explained, was to ensure
that the security desk knew their whereabouts at all times, any
deviation from the designated route would be instantly recognized
and acted upon.

Lois looked at Clark and rolled her eyes.  She whispered so only
he could hear, "Seems like overkill for two lowly reporters."

"Did you say something, ma'am?"  Their escort looked at Lois.

"Er, no."   In order to avoid direct eye contact which would let
the man see she was lying, Lois stared intently at the slow-moving
mail robot as it slid past them, along its track in the centre of
the corridor.

They continued walking through a maze of corridors until they came
to a halt in front of yet another door with a card lock.  Their
escort swiped his card through the slot and motioned for them to
enter.  Inside the room was a table, five chairs and nothing else.
One wall was mirrored with what Lois assumed was one way glass.

Their escort indicated they should sit in the two seats facing the
mirror and then left.

Before either of them had a chance to think of something to say,
three men in conservative business suits entered the room and sat
in the three chairs on the opposite side of the table.

"Welcome, Mr. Kent.  I'm Special Agent Smith and these are Special
Agents Brown and Jones.  You told Special Agent Tilberry that you
had some information about the assassination of the President and
Vice-President in the summer of 1982.  What information would that
be?"

Clark swallowed nervously.  These were exactly the kind of people
that had constituted a large part of his childhood nightmares.  It
took a couple of seconds for him to counter his nervousness.  His
apprehension was irrational.  Whatever they had been wanting from
him before, now they were trusting him to provide the information
*they* needed.

"In 1993, Miss Lane was kidnapped in the Congo by the man calling
himself Tempus, the same man who, this time last year, tried to
kill a television audience with a bomb, in Metropolis.  Tempus
told Miss Lane that he had assassinated the President and Vice-
President."

The three men changed the focus of their attention to Lois.  "And,
why has it taken you so long to bring this to our attention?"

"She was..."

"I was...."

They both stopped talking.  "Let me tell this, Clark."  She paused
and Clark nodded.  "I was hit over the head, then shot and left
for dead.  I was in the Sutcliffe Hospital for Post-Traumatic
Stress near London, England until two months ago.  I had amnesia.
I only remembered Tempus telling me about this a few weeks ago."

"Why didn't you contact us then?"

"I wasn't sure anyone would believe me.  I had to get some
corroborative evidence first."

The three men looked at each other.  Then Special Agent Smith
asked, "And, you now have this corroborative evidence?"

Lois nodded.  "We think so.  Clark, you tell them about the 'time
window.'"

"Time window?"   The man on the right asked, as he looked from
Lois to Clark.

"Yes, sir.  This same Tempus has used a form of time machine
called a 'time window' to move between dimensions and different
points in history.  He used this same machine in another dimension
to escape from prison and, through mind control of the general
population, become President of the United States.  We think he
used it to kill the President and Vice-President."

"And that's your evidence?"  The spokesman looked disappointed.

"No, sir.  We haven't been able to access the right evidence to
prove our theory.  I was hoping to look at the hotel security
videos of the assassination, using my special vision."

"We've looked at computer enhanced versions of those videos
numerous times and found nothing.  We've even blown up frames 1458
to 2178 as being the most relevant for seeing who committed the
crime, without any success."

"Can I look at those pictures?"

The three men looked at each other.

The spokesman commented, "The pictures *are* open source
information now.  Some have even been in Time magazine.  It isn't
a security issue.  Okay."

Lois hadn't seen any kind of signal, but it was obvious they were
being watched because almost immediately someone came to the door
with the photographs in question.

Lois was positive the photos would provide the evidence they
needed.

Clark took his time looking at the more than 700 pictures of the
relevant moments while the special agents fidgeted in their
chairs.  He pulled eight of the pictures to one side.  "I would
suggest you increase the magnification on the upper right quadrant
of these another 25 times.  These are the ones where Tempus steps
out of the window and shoots the President."

The agent nearest the door grabbed the eight photos and was at the
door just as the messenger came to the door and took them away.

"But, if it's there, why don't we see it at normal magnification?"

"Tempus only appeared for fractions of a second at a time.  He was
several hundred feet from the Presidential party and moving in and
out of the time window too quickly for the normal eye to see.
Even the camera only picked up every thirtieth motion.  The only
way you can see it is by magnifying the upper right portion of
those eight frames.   You'll see him appear and disappear in front
of that mirrored column.  With all the people around, it's easy to
miss him, especially since he only appears in one frame in
thirty."

Special Agent Brown asked if he could get anyone coffee--enhancing
the frames was going to take a little time.

Lois asked to visit the ladies room and was assigned a female
escort to go with her.  The only place Lois was alone was in the
stall itself.  Lois decided it must take a special kind of mind to
actually accept having to escort people all the way into the rest
room.

When she got back to the interview room, Special Agent Brown had
brought the coffee as well as some cookies.

"I'm sorry it can't be anything better, but they cut our
entertainment budget down to nothing last year.  These were made
by my wife."

Lois made polite noises until she saw they were chocolate chip.
Lois told the Special Agent to thank Mrs. Brown for her wonderful
cookies.

They had almost finished the plate of cookies by the time the
magnified photos came back.  Everyone except Clark leaned over the
table and stared at the evidence in front of them.

In these eight pictures was the sequence of events that had
happened fifteen years earlier.  In the first photograph was the
faint, shining outline of a picture frame in front of the mirrored
pillar; the next showed the still picture of a man in the process
of stepping out of the frame; the next was the man with a gun
raised part way; the next was of the man aiming the gun; the next
looked pretty much the same--the man could have been squeezing the
trigger; the next was the same but with a puff of smoke in front
of the man; the next was of the President falling and the man
lowering his gun; and the final frame was of a much smaller
picture frame, apparently in the process of vanishing, and the
President almost on the floor.

Special Agent Brown turned to Clark in awe, "Can you pull out the
sequence for the Vice-President as well?  It would save us so much
time."

Clark shrugged, "Sure."  He stepped over to the file containing
the smaller magnified pictures and pulled out four photographs.
"These are the first four.  You'll need every thirtieth frame
after this last one to get the rest of the sequence.  Those ones
aren't here."

Special Agent Smith was staring at the enlarged pictures with an
unsettled expression on his face.  "To think, that for the last
fifteen years we've had the evidence right here and didn't even
know it!  How could we have *missed* it?"

Lois decided it was time to get her exclusive.  "Can I quote you
on that?"

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, grinned and said, "Sure.
Just make sure you spell my name right."

Lois grinned and said, "Of course," and pulling out her notepad
began her interview.  In time, she beamed at Clark.  "So partner,
can we go write this up now?"

"Of course."  He turned to the three men.  "Do you have any
restrictions on what we print?"

"Well, try not to say 'idiot government agents are blind' or words
to that effect."  Special Agent Brown shook his head at the
pictures as he said this.

Lois said, "No, I think you were on the right track, you just
needed my renewed memory, and some Super help, to fit it all
together."

Special Agent Jones grimaced.  "I just wish we could reward you
for all your help."

"We-e-ll, " Lois said.  "We could both use someone with expertise
in security and crowd control.  Do you know anyone who might be
willing to help?"

The three men said, in unison, "Yes!"

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Metropolis, New Troy -- June, 1997
**********************************

             "Reagan/Bush Assassination Mystery Solved!"
                 by Lois Lane and Clark Kent

Lois gazed at the headline with satisfaction.

Carolyn DeVries and the rest of the Planet crew had been toasting
the success of Lane and Kent in uncovering this exclusive and were
now exiting the conference room.

Using the hubbub of everyone's departure as cover, Lois asked,
"So, Clark, what do you want to do next?"

Clark sat down at the edge of the conference table and picked up
the newspaper.  "I was thinking of calling in that offer by the
FBI to help us get out and about in public, without being mobbed."

She looked up at him, noting peripherally that they were alone
now, and tilting her head to one side, asked,  "And why would that
be next?"

To her surprise, he blushed.  "Well, I kind of want to ask you out
for a date, and I think I'm going to need their help to pull it
off."

"I'd prefer just you and me on the date, if that's okay with you."

"Me too, but, if we're going to go someplace without being mobbed
we're going to need some kind of security."

Lois decided to take the plunge.  "What about coming to my place?
It's quiet, and loaded with security--thanks to your advice."

When she saw him hesitate, she reassured him, "I know it's not the
kind of date you wanted to have for our first date, but maybe we
could skip thinking about this as a real date...let's just say
this is a celebration of our first story together--an almost date.
You can take me on a 'real' date some other time when things are
less crazy.  What do you say?"

"Okay."  Clark's expression relaxed.  "I'll bring dinner, so you
don't have to do any work.  I should arrive on your balcony around
7:30, assuming I don't run into any crises."

"That would be perfect."  She smiled radiantly up at him.

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Lois was standing on her balcony waiting for Clark to arrive.  She
had been out here for a few minutes before his expected time, to
be sure of not missing his arrival.

Since getting home from work, she had cleaned her entire
apartment, chosen at least three outfits, tried them on and then
finally gone with an entirely different outfit which she hoped he
would like.

She now stood looking up into the sky, her arms crossed and her
back to the wind that was coming off the water to her left.  Her
apartment was on the 25th floor of a thirty storey building and
the wind was strong at this level.  Lois was wearing a simple
knee-length navy dress, pearl necklace, and matching earrings.
She was beginning to wish she'd also put on a sweater, but didn't
want to go back inside, just in case he came while she was gone.
She wanted to be there to welcome him.

He appeared out of the sky, dressed in dark grey slacks, navy
shirt and a maroon pullover sweater, and landed feet first in
front of her, several bamboo containers balanced on one hand.

"Hi, Lois."

Shyly, she said, "Hi."

"Have you been waiting long?  I'm sorry if I'm late. You look a
little cold."

"Oh...er...no.  I was just thinking of getting a sweater.  Please,
come in."   Lois mentally kicked herself for being inept at hiding
the anxiety she felt while waiting for him, and led the way into
her apartment.

"Please, sit down on the love seat.  I'm sorry there isn't much
furniture.  I've only had time to buy a few things, I've got other
things on back order, but it still seems kind of empty.  Maybe a
carpet would help tie things together."  Lois paused to take a
deep breath.  She was into babble mode and needed to extricate
herself.

"It looks fine, Lois."  He smiled at her.  "I'm not here to judge
your choice in furniture."

Lois smiled in return.  "I know. It's just that I'm nervous and I
guess I tend to talk about inconsequential things when I'm
nervous."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm a little nervous too."
He smiled at her.

"Oh, I'm *so* glad you said that.  I wanted you to like my place
and I guess I...."  She saw the tenderness in his eyes and
swallowed, unable to finish her sentence.

"Where should I put these?"  He lifted the hand holding the food
containers made of bamboo and smelling of exotic, faraway places.

"Right...the food.  Uh, the kitchen is over here."  Lois felt
herself blushing as she led him towards her barely-used kitchen.
She really needed to stay focussed if she was going to get through
this evening without sounding like a total idiot.

"This is a nice apartment.  Did you have any problem renting?"
Clark placed the containers on the counter and lifted the lid off
the top one.

Lois picked up one of the small steamed balls from the top bamboo
container.  "Not at all.  I looked at the penthouse you spoke of,
but it was *way* too big and cost most of a month's salary, so I
looked at this one.  It seemed perfect."  She popped the steamed
ball into her mouth and forgot what she was going to say next.
The flavour of this morsel was incredible!  "My god, this is
*fantastic*.  Where did you get it?"

Clark looked abashed.  "Shanghai.  There's this little stall off
the beaten track in the old quarter that sells this incredible
food and I wanted to share it with you."

Lois grinned, feeling less nervous than she had been because of
Clark's confession.  "You were showing off?"

Clark winced slightly and said, "Yeah, I guess so."

She reached over and touched his arm.  "It's okay, Clark, I like
it that you want to impress me.  It's sweet."

"Sweet?"  He raised his eyebrows at her.

"Sure, I mean, you're the eighth wonder of the world and yet you
think you need to make an impression.  I think that's cute."

"Cute!"  He wrinkled his eyebrows, she wasn't sure if he was
perplexed or surprised.   "I guess I can accept 'cute'.  It
wouldn't have been my first choice, but it's a start."

"So what did you want me to say?  Strong?  Sexy?"  She saw the
affirmative answer in his eyes.  "Clark!  That goes without
saying!  You're the strongest man in the world!  And if all those
groupies following you around haven't convinced you that you're
sexy, I have no idea how *I'm* going to do it."

"No?  I can think of several ways."

Lois guessed that Clark's sense of humour had kicked back in.  She
rolled her eyes and reached for another steamed ball.  "Well, if
we're going to eat this before it gets cold, I guess I should get
out some plates."

"Let me."  Clark gazed around the kitchen and then went straight
to the cupboard holding the plates.  Then, moving so fast she
could barely see him, he served the food onto the plates, set the
table and lit some candles.  Eventually he slowed down and she
remembered to close her mouth.

"Sorry, I guess I was showing off again."  He looked like a little
boy waiting for someone to reprimand him.

"No, that's fine.  I like it.  Where on earth did you dig up the
candles?  I've been looking everywhere for them."

"In one of the boxes you haven't unpacked yet in the front hall
closet."

"Oh."  She walked over to the table and sat in the chair he held
for her.  She wasn't sure if she liked the idea that he could see
everything she owned whether she intended him to, or not.  "I keep
meaning to get around to them, but I just haven't."

"After we finish eating, I'll help.  If you just say where you
want things, I'll have them unpacked in a jiff."

"It's okay, Clark, you don't have to.  I can do it myself when I
get around to it."

He looked solemn.  "I guess I went over the line, huh?  I'm sorry.
It's just that I want to help...and I guess I forgot to consider
that you might want some privacy.  Please, accept my apologies, I
won't do it again."

"Clark!  Stop *apologizing* all the time.  You wanted to help.  I
just said I didn't want the help.  You don't have to keep
apologizing for being who you are."  She winced at the expression
on his face.  "God, Clark, what on earth did that woman *do* to
you that makes you react this way?"

"What woman?"

"Lana Lang."

"She didn't do anything to me.  For a long time she was the only
person who I could talk to about who I am."

"And made you apologize every time you tried to do what came
naturally, I'm sure."  Lois glared at her plate and stabbed a
harmless piece of chicken with her fork.

There was silence in the room.  Lois could hear the faint traffic
sounds far below, but not much else.  It was as if she were here
alone.

She finally heard him take a breath and she looked up.  His face
was neutral, almost mask-like.

"Look, Clark, I'm sorry. Your relationship with her is none of my
business.  It just drives me crazy when you apologize for trying
to help...okay?"

"How did you know?"  She could see the mask crumbling and she
wasn't sure she liked the agonized expression that appeared from
behind it.

"I don't know.  She just strikes me as the type who likes to
control and manipulate.  With those kind of people, I usually find
myself apologizing for doing something to them, whether I did it
or not."

He gave her a crooked smile.  "I can't see you ever apologizing
for something you didn't do."

Lois snorted and attacked the food on her plate again.

Clark reached over and touched her hand.  "You seem to understand
exactly what's going on with Lana and me.  I'm only just figuring
that out myself.  So I was wondering.... Are you jealous?"

Lois' head snapped up and she stared at him.  "What a question!
Of *course* I'm jealous!  What do you think?"

"Why?"

"Well, for one, she got to be with you, without the entire world
trying to videotape the event, and for another..."  Lois looked
down at her plate again.  She didn't want him to see the aching
desire she was feeling right now.  "...she got to be *with* you."

"How do you know that?"

Lois lifted her head and gave him her best give-me-a-break look.
"In case you haven't noticed, Ms. Lang is on pretty well every
channel and in every tabloid providing the world with the intimate
details of your relationship.  I'd have to be blind and deaf not
to know about it."

Clark made a face.  "I've generally been avoiding that kind of
thing ever since the first week after I became Superman.  Although
I thought they might be covering the intimate details of our
lives, the ones I've seen are mostly about my shoe size or my
favourite brand of beer.  I guess I should have paid closer
attention."

"So, you really have no idea what she's saying?"

Clark shook his head, "Only that, despite a lifetime of being
'close', she has no clue about my taste in music, what brand of
beer I like, or my shoe size," and tossed another steamed ball in
his mouth.

"Doesn't it bother you that she's spreading these stories about
you?"

Clark swallowed.  "Yes, but what can I do about it?  If I go on
those shows to refute what she's saying, I'm lowering myself to
her level.  There is no recourse to that kind of muckraking."

"Since you don't know what she's saying, I guess I can't ask you
how much of it is true?"

He shrugged.  "Lana and I had an intimate relationship, off and
on, for over ten years.  The facts are probably right; however,
her take on them is probably skewed in her favour."

"She says you took her virginity."

"Yes, and she took mine."  Clark paused for a few seconds.
"However, she had other relationships, I only ever knew her."  He
concentrated on the plate in front of him.

"What!"  Lois was dumbfounded.  "She *never* tells that.  I've
watched those shows.  She has never *once* mentioned going with
anyone else but you.   That's why she claims you've ruined her
life.  She claims you took the best years of her life and then
abandoned her."

"Well, she did go with other men.  The first was that rapist you
exposed..."

"Rapist?"  Lois wasn't sure if she understood what Clark was
telling her.  She had some bizarre memory of a guy trying to keep
his hand over her mouth and saying, 'I like my girls to be
willing--eager in fact,' and feeling very, very scared.  "Oh,
right, the Joan Dough story.  I remember now.  That's the name I
used all those years at Sutcliffe.  You'd think I'd have
remembered sooner, huh?  Never mind me and my memory, finish what
you were saying."

Clark nodded.  "First was that rapist you exposed in the Joan
Dough story, she was one of his early victims, and then there were
a couple of guys while I was exploring the world.  Those are the
ones I know about, anyway."

"And the part about you abandoning her?"

"She told me it was *her*--or Superman.  I chose Superman."

"*Smart* move!"

Clark gave her a crooked smile.  "I still feel guilty.  If it
wasn't for me she might not be like this now.  We were pretty
young when I let her in on my secret.  I think it warped her.  I
wish I hadn't forced that burden on her."

Lois had a sudden desperate urge to throw something sharp and
pointed at the absent Lana, but restrained herself.

"It is *not* your fault!"  Infuriated by his bewildered
expression, she said.  "Boy, she *really* did a number on you,
didn't she?  Clark!  You needed to be loved for who you *are*.
She wasn't capable of that.  Tempus set up your childhood so that
you had no choices.  You confided in the wrong person, that's all.
Can't you *see* that?"

"I've known Lana since we were in kindergarten together.  She
wasn't like this before I told her about me.  She used to be a
caring, compassionate person.  All those years of fearing that the
authorities would come and take me away destroyed that part of
her.  She wasn't being malicious, I'm sure, she was just scared
that I'd be taken away."

"Well, she may not have been malicious *then*, but she sure is
*now*.  She's still controlling your life, and you're not even in
a relationship any more!"

"But, there's nothing I can do about it!"

Lois played with her food for a few seconds, she had an idea, but
she wasn't sure how Clark would feel about it.  She took a deep
breath.

"I was thinking that we could use the help the FBI offered."

"You said you didn't want to do that.  That you wanted us to be
alone."

"Not that kind of help.  I mean investigative help.  They have
resources we can't get anywhere near."

"And...?"

"They could investigate Lana's life.  You need facts to fight her
with."

"I don't want to expose her to ridicule and humiliation.  I'm not
like that."

"Well, *I* am."  Lois glared at him.  "She's exposed *you* to
enough ridicule and humiliation, why not return the favour?"
"I don't know, Lois.  I really don't feel comfortable with this
kind of strategy."

"Oh, so you'd rather *never* have another relationship because Ms.
Lang is still pissed off with you?"  She glared at him.  "You
know, Clark, I *really* want to get to know you better, but this
woman is standing in my way.  I'll do whatever it takes to free up
the path to you; but to do it, I'm going to need *your* support."

"I'm not sure what kind of support you'd need from me."

Lois stood up and began to pace.  She finally stopped in front of
the balcony window and stared out towards the ocean.  She could
hear the waves muted by distance and the intervening panes of
glass.

"Clark, you mentioned once that when you were a child you saw a
therapist."

"Yes.  I couldn't be totally honest, so the sessions weren't as
productive as the therapist hoped."

"Have you been to one since you became Superman?"

There was no answer, so she turned to look at him.  He was staring
at her open-mouthed.  "No!  Are you saying I need therapy?"

"Are you still emotionally attached to Lana Lang?"  She continued
when he shook his head.  "Then why do you still do her bidding?
She has some kind of hold over you, which you don't seem to
understand.  I think you need to find out what it is."

"That's all very nice, in theory, but how do I see a therapist
without the entire world knowing that Superman's emotionally
unstable."  Clark grimaced.  "That's going to really rock the news
wires."

"I can think of a couple of ways.  Dr. Friskin has offered to hold
my sessions here in this apartment, so that I can avoid the hordes
of paparazzi outside her office hoping for a juicy piece of gossip
about us.   You could come here too."

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to be seen constantly
visiting your apartment.   If the media can make a two second
conversation seem like an x-rated film, I shudder to think what
they'd do with that.  What's your other idea?"

"I got a call from Timmy Neer on my answering machine, asking me
to call him.  I did.  He's invited me out to Kansas City for a
vacation with him and his wife.  He's a psychotherapist, and I've
known him since grade one.  I think we can trust him to keep any
sessions confidential."

"You know, in all the times I've gone to see Tim and Lori, it
never occurred to me to see him professionally."

Startled, Lois asked, "You know Timmy?  How?"

"We roomed together in college.  He needed someone to make sure he
didn't get lost getting to classes, and I needed someone who
couldn't see me float in my sleep, or how I shaved.  It worked out
really well."

"You don't shave?"

Clark shook his head.  "I use a mirror to burn to stubble off."

"And, you float in your sleep?"

Clark nodded.  "Sometimes.  It depends on how stressed my life is
getting.  I think the floating counterbalances the stress."

"You know when I wrote to Timmy, while he was in college, he told
me he had a great room-mate.  I don't remember if he ever told me
your name."

"Hey, I remember, now!  He had me read one of your letters to him.
He said you were in grade one together...and he had had the
biggest crush on you.  Maybe, *I* should be jealous?"  Clark
grinned at her.  "But, no, I don't have to be, he's married now."

Lois grinned.  "When was the wedding?    I remember at the time
that he wrote me all about his girlfriend Lori. I figured I'd get
an invitation to the wedding.  I'm sorry I missed it."

"September 1993, about six months after you disappeared."

"Shoot! So close and yet so far!"  Lois fumed for a few seconds
and then, sighing, said.  "Well there's no point in you trying to
see him, since he was your room-mate, he's probably watched night
and day for your visits."

Clark grinned, "Not any more.  The tabloids gave up on him as a
witness when they discovered he's blind."

"All right!"  Lois rubbed her hands together.  "Now we're cooking!
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"What if Tim can't fit me into his caseload?"

"Don't be such a party pooper.  Of course he'll fit you in.  He's
your friend, isn't he?"

Clark gave a dramatic sigh.  "One of my first questions for him is
going to be why I always seem to link up with *really* pushy
women."

Lois made a raspberry sound and returned to the table.  "Watch it,
mister, I know where you work."
"Darn, I was hoping you'd say you knew where I live."

Lois grinned wickedly.  "Who says I don't?"

"Oh."  He looked a little embarrassed.  "I guess that *is* common
knowledge, isn't it?"

"Uh, huh.  Now finish your plate, or you won't get dessert."

"I didn't bring dessert."

Lois jumped in, before he could start yet another apology.  "No, I
did."

"You are a woman of many talents."

"I know."  She grinned at him impishly.

She stood up and started to clear the table.  Clark followed her
into the kitchen with the rest of the plates and cutlery.  She
rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, threw the
napkins into the laundry hamper in the bathroom, and started the
coffee maker.

"Can I do anything to help?"  Clark looked a little hesitant.

She decided to give him a break after her previous outburst.
"I've changed my mind.  You can help empty those boxes in the
front hall closet.  From what I've seen, you can probably do them
all in the time it will take to brew the coffee."

He smiled and in no time the half-a-dozen boxes were in the middle
of her living room floor.

He pointed to the first box.  "That one holds office supplies and
paper.  Do you want them in your desk?"  She nodded and almost
instantly, the box was empty and neatly folded.  She walked over
to her desk and found the supplies neatly organized in all the
right places.

"You are *good*."  She grinned at him.

He went through the next four boxes in the same way, then stopped
at the final box.  "I think you might want to open this one
yourself.  It seems to be mostly photographs and toys and things."

"Toys?"

She sat on the floor and opened the box.  On top was a black-and-
white teddy bear.

She lifted him out and gazed at him in wonder.  "You know, I got
this bear from my Uncle Phil when I was three years old.  I had
completely forgotten all about him."  She hugged the bear and then
sat him in the corner of the love seat.  "Uncle Phil was great.  I
was really sad when he died.  I guess it'd be about ten years ago,
now."

She heard the coffee maker stop.  "I should get that...."

"No, continue with what you're doing.  I'll fix the coffee.  I
know how you like it."

Lois nodded and pulled out a photograph album.  She flipped
through the pages, but didn't recognize very many people.  She put
it to one side, to look at later when she was alone.

Next came a small cardboard box filled with dried flower petals.
She wondered why she'd kept them.  They must have meant something
at one time, but the memory was gone.  She put the box on the
coffee table and lifted out the next item.  Then was a letter
sweater, folded carefully and smelling of after shave.  She had no
idea who had given her this.  She put it with the photograph
album.

At the bottom of the box were some papers and a small plywood box.
She pulled out the papers.  They were typewritten stories signed
Lois Lane, but she had no recollection of writing them.  Some of
them had marks in the upper right-hand corner, so those must have
been school assignments.  The marks were all either A, or A+.

Clark put a cup of coffee on the table beside her.  "Find anything
interesting?"

She shook her head, "Not so far.  I remember the bear, but the
rest of this could belong to a complete stranger."

She took a sip of coffee, put the cup down and reached for the
last item.  "When I've looked at this I'll get the dessert out."

The small box was about the size and shape of a shoe box, but made
out of thin cedar plywood.  The top slid out like an old-fashioned
pencil box.  She sniffed at the cedar wood and gasped as the
memories formed in her head.

The box had originally contained the black-and-white teddy bear
her Uncle Phil had sent to her for her third birthday while he was
away on one of his trips in foreign lands.  It was her 'memory'
box!

"Lois, are you all right?"  Clark peered at her anxiously.

She nodded, unable to speak.  She slid the lid from the box and,
with trembling fingers, pulled out the contents of the box.  Each
piece she handled brought back another memory--the day she had won
the Kerth scholarship, the tooth for which the tooth fairy had
given her a whole fifty cents, her first nomination for a Kerth
award, her second nomination, the notebook she had used to "write"
stories in when she was in grade 2, her high school commencement
speech as valedictorian, her Journalism School ring, her job offer
at the Daily Planet, and finally, the green stone that Timmy Neer
had brought her from Florida.

Clark had slid down to the floor beside her, and put his arm
around her shoulder.  "What is it, Lois?"

"I *remember*!  I remember them *all*."  She leaned forward, and
pulled the lettered sweater towards her.  "I got this from Steve--
only my mother would think of preserving it.  It means nothing to
me."  She picked up the photo album and flipped through the pages.
She recognized all of the people now.  Some were friends, some
were teachers and some were people she barely knew, but she
*remembered*.  She looked at the box of dried flower petals and
knew it was the collection of all the corsages and bouquets she
had ever received.

She brushed the tears from her cheeks.  Oh, god, it felt so *good*
to be able to remember.

"Who was Steve?"  Clark asked.

"A guy I dated in high school.  My mother was impressed because
his parents were wealthy.  I broke up with him the night he tried
to rape me."

She felt Clark's hold intensify.  His expression belying his
words, he said, in a poor imitation of a mafia accent, "You want I
should do something to scare Steve?"

She giggled through her tears.  "Clark!  Of course not.  You're
not *like* that, remember?  ...and besides, the last I heard Steve
was married with two point four children.  I guess by now it's
three, or even more."

She leaned back against his shoulder.  "It feels so *good* to
remember...to not have those holes in my mind."  She felt the
tears flowing down her cheeks.  "Thanks for making me look through
these boxes."  She snuffled the tears back.  "I'm sorry I got mad
at you earlier."

He cradled her face with his hand.  "Now who's apologizing too
much, uh?"

Lois looked into his face and felt herself falling into his eyes.
She shook herself and said, "I guess I should get that dessert
now."

Clark looked crestfallen, but loosened his hold on her and
assisted her to her feet.

"I'll reheat the coffee.  What are we having for dessert?"

"Thanks, Clark."  She grinned over her shoulder at him.
"Chocolate ice cream.  Even with my bad memory I remembered I
*love* chocolate."

The expression on his face, as he looked into her eyes, took her
breath away.  She saw the longing in his eyes, and felt the desire
pulsing through the air between them.  Somehow, she had no idea
how, he kept that intense emotion hidden beneath a quiet demeanor.
Earlier she'd been afraid of him seeing her own longing, but now
she saw his yearning--raw and aching--and regretted her decision
to hide her own feelings.

She blinked and the quiet, unassuming man was back in place.  She
was sure she hadn't imagined his intense emotions.   Had she?

She took two goblets from the refrigerator, where she'd put them
so they wouldn't immediately melt the ice cream, and scooped ice
cream into each of them.  She selected two spoons and carried the
ice cream into the living room.  Clark was still standing,
watching her approach.

"Clark, did you reheat the coffee?"

"Er, no.  Just a sec."  He turned, took off his glasses and stared
at the coffee cups.  To her amazement, steam rose from each cup.

"How did you *do* that?"

He shrugged.  "I just kind of use my eyes to heat things up.  I've
been able to do that since I was little.  My Mom and Dad had me
wear glasses to teach me to know when to use and not use my
Special skills."

"Okay, you told me you could make fire with your eyes.  I just
didn't realize you had that degree of control.  I looked Superman
up in the morgue at the Planet, but the back issues didn't tell me
what I wanted to know.  So, Clark, just to fill in the gaps in my
knowledge:  besides seeing microscopic details, hearing from afar,
and flying, what else can you do?  Or, is the list so long, you
can't finish it during the course of one evening?"

She saw mischief flicker across his face.  "Well, you could say
that I'm a man of many talents."

Lois put one hand on her hip and gave him an exasperated look.
"Clark Jerome Kent, just who do you think you're trying to fool?"

"Oh, no!  Not the middle name.  Please, I'll do anything, just
*not* the middle name!"  He stopped hamming it up and changed his
tone.  "...by the way, how did you find out?"

"I have my ways."  She put the goblets of ice cream on the coffee
table and sat down.  At his quizzical look she continued, "Henry
said your code for him and Joe was CJK, he said they were your
initials.  I just did some research...it's in my job description."
She grinned up at him.

"Okay."  He sat down beside her and ticked each item off on his
fingers as he said it.  "I can see through things, move so fast I
appear to be invisible, catch speeding bullets, and lift virtually
anything--it's almost like it becomes a part of me.  I think those
things, plus the stuff you already know about, cover the high
points."  He stopped his list.  "Oh, and anything that's really
close, like my costume, is protected by this kind of aura...it
stops the material from getting ripped, and I think it's what
makes me invulnerable."

Lois gazed at him in awe.  "Is there anything you *can't* do?"

"I can't see through lead and there's a green stone called
Kryptonite that can apparently kill me if I'm exposed to it long
enough.  I haven't come across anything else, so far...except the
part about not being able to date my favourite girl in public,
that is."

"Okay, check.  Memo to self.  Buy lead-lined underwear."

"Lois!  I would never...my parents taught me not to..."

"I was *kidding*, Clark."  She reached up and stroked his hair and
repeated, softly, "I was just kidding."

"Oh, kidding.  That requires at least three days advance notice
and an application in triplicate before I could even consider...."

She placed her finger on his lips to silence him.  "Now you're
starting to sound silly."

He gently pulled her finger away from his lips and whispered,
"You have that effect on me."

Lois suddenly found herself in his arms, kissing and being kissed
by him.  His kiss was exquisite, soft and gentle, yet somehow
powerful.  She was completely absorbed in the kiss, oblivious to
the world around her.  There was no past, no future-- only *now*.
She couldn't remember *ever* being this elated by a kiss.  It
almost felt like their souls were combining and floating like
gossamer.  Then there was a tiny bump and she withdrew from his
kiss in time to see them bump into the ceiling for a second time.

"Oh, my god!  That was...that was *wonderful*!"

Clark looked dazed.  "That's never happened before!  I had no
idea...I'm sorry."

"Clark Kent, don't you *dare* apologize!  That was the most
incredible kiss I have ever experienced!  So don't you *dare*
spoil it by apologizing!"

He was gently sinking back to the floor.  She could see confusion
in his eyes.

"Clark, you mean to tell me that you never did this before...?"
She raised her eyebrows.

He shook his head.  "Lana always wanted us to be 'normal'
together."

Lois gaped at him.  Did the woman have absolutely *no* clue at
all?   "But, you're so *special*!  How could she *not* want you
that way?"

Just then they reached the floor and Clark picked up his glasses
and put them on nervously.  He avoided answering her question,
simply saying, "I'm obviously not in as much control as I thought
I was.  I...I think I'd better leave now."

Lois stood with her arms still wrapped around his neck.  "Don't
go, Clark.  I like you when you're not so in control.  It's
nice...especially the kissing part."

He looked at her solemnly, "I'm not sure you understand, Lois.  I
am completely different.  It's only by maintaining control that I
can be sure not to hurt you."

"Clark, I don't think you *can* hurt me."

"That's because I keep myself under control."  He took her hands
and tried to gently pull them from around his neck.

"No, Clark, I think even if you weren't 'in control' you wouldn't
be able to hurt me.  You said your aura protects you, and that
things seem to become part of you when you lift them?"

"Uh, huh."  Clark was looking puzzled but expectant, as if he were
hoping she had the answer to a dilemma he'd had for some time.

"Then, why wouldn't your aura protect *me* just as well as it
protects your clothes?  You said your Special nature isn't
something you control...it's sort of like breathing for me...it
just works, unless you consciously tell it not to."

Clark stopped trying to lift her hands from his neck.  She saw his
expression dissolve into one of absolute adoration, that took her
breath away.  Tugging her slightly closer, he whispered,
"So, you would be willing to take that chance with me?"

Lois looked up at him and then, suddenly realizing the
implications, became embarrassed and looked down.  "I...I....  Not
just yet.  I'm not ready.   I've n...."

Her voice trailed off and she looked up at him again.  She was
dismayed to see his face frozen in the mask she was now starting
to recognize as his defence against being hurt at the core of his
being.

"Clark!  Don't look like that, please!  It's not *you* that's the
problem, it's *me*.   I... I...."  The words stuck in her mouth.
She swallowed, "Clark it's *not* because you're different,
honestly.  It's... I... me... I'm a..."  She swallowed again.
"I'm just...not very experienced."

He gently lifted her chin with his finger, until she was looking
at his face.  She was grateful to see the mask had melted away and
he now only had a perplexed look on his face.  She found herself
shaking with relief.

"Lois, what are you trying to tell me?"

"Clark, I was seventeen when Steve tried to rape me.  Up until
then, I'd kind of assumed I'd lose my virginity with someone I was
dating, then I'd eventually find the right guy for a long term
relationship.  After my experience with Steve, I knew I didn't
*want* to do it with just anybody.  I wanted my first time to be
special, not just the result of some m-meaningless groping in a
car.  So I decided to w-w-wait."  Lois was trembling and blushing
furiously. "Clark, I'm a v-v-virgin!"   She had never told this to
anyone before.

Clark took her by the elbow, guided her over to the love seat and
sat down beside her.  He stroked her hair until she stopped
shaking.  When she drew in a final shuddering breath to gain back
her composure he took her hand in his.

"Lois, I'm sorry, I didn't think of how it was for you. I guess I
was *expecting* you to reject me for being who I am.  I had no
idea you hadn't been with anyone before."  He stroked her hand.

She took a deep breath.  "I wanted to wait until I found the right
person."

"And, you never found the right person?"

"Not until now."  She raised her head and looked into his eyes.
She saw hope and apprehension intertwined there.  He was so damn
insecure, and she had caused him so much pain.  She *had* to let
him know how she felt.  "You're the most right, special person I
could have ever hoped for."

The look on his face in answer to her declaration, made her feel
radiantly happy.  She leaned against his chest and let the
feelings of happiness and anticipation flow over her.  Then
looking up into his face again, Lois said, "Thank you, Clark, for
being so understanding.  I'm sorry I made you feel so bad.  I
didn't mean to, it's just that there's been so much happening
tonight, I didn't think about what you might think until after I'd
said it." Oh, god, she was babbling again.  "I want you to know
that I do want to have a relationship with you, but I guess I'm
afraid.  I've never done it and...and, I don't want to disappoint
you."

He stroked her hair, "Lois, I don't think you could *ever*
disappoint me.  I can wait for you to be ready.  Waiting is
something I have a lot of practice with."  He grinned at her
lopsidedly.

Lois giggled at her sudden mental image of Clark waiting outside a
castle wall with a bouquet of flowers, calling for the fair
princess to grant him the privilege of taking a lock of her hair.
"So, does this mean, fair knight, that you will slave for mine
father for seven years to win my troth?"

Clark looked amused. "I didn't know you were into fairy tales."

"There's a lot you don't know about me."  Lois smiled up at him
coquettishly.

He took a deep intake of breath.  "Now, I *know* I have to leave,
or I'll break my promise two minutes after making it."  He stood
up and walked towards the balcony door with Lois right behind him.
He turned as he reached the door and gently kissed the corner of
her mouth.  His hand stroked the side of her cheek, his fingers
combing back through her hair as if reluctant to let her go.  His
hands finally dropped away from her.

"Goodnight, Lois."  She heard the quiver in his voice.

She stroked his cheek and slowly stepped back away from him.
"Goodnight, Clark."

She watched him step off the balcony and then stood on the balcony
watching him soar up and out over the ocean until he disappeared
>from view.

                         *****

Clark drifted slowly backwards, at least slowly for him, until
Lois' apartment was out of view and he could no longer see her
standing on the balcony watching his departure.

She *loved* him!  He had hoped for it, but hadn't dared to believe
it was possible.  The look on her face when they said their
goodbyes had said it all.  She did love *him*, all of him, just
the way he was...Super powers and insecurities...and everything.
It seemed impossible, but it was true!  He could hardly contain
his joy.

He swooped and swirled and tumbled through the dark, starlit sky.
He felt giddy at the very idea that Lois had waited for *him*.
She thought he was special and right for her...it was almost
incomprehensible.  Both Tempus and Mr. Wells had said that he and
Lois were meant for each other.  Now he was beginning to believe
it might actually be true!

And, their kiss!  He had been totally absorbed by their kiss, to
the point that he'd floated them up to the ceiling.  He hadn't
even been aware the ceiling was there until they'd bumped into it.
He had never, ever lost all track of reality like that before.
And despite the fact that she'd gone through so much this evening,
Lois had calmed *his* fears.  She was incredible!

He flew higher and higher, punching his way into the vacuum of
space, knowing that this would put a damper on his overactive
daydreams.  Lois had said she wasn't ready, just yet.  He
understood that.  She had gone through a lot lately, and it wasn't
as if they'd had much opportunity to talk or be together.  What
they needed was time to get to know each other.

Maybe her idea of seeing Tim for therapy wasn't so bizarre after
all.  He did *need* to have closure on his relationship with Lana.
He'd call Tim and set up an appointment, right after he had
completed his meeting with Dr. Daitch at EPRAD first thing in the
morning.

Clark drifted back towards Metropolis and floated onto the balcony
of his own apartment.  He hoped there wouldn't be too much
criminal activity tonight--he was hoping to relive his evening
with Lois in his dreams.

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Last updated:  August 8, 1999

... to be continued.

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Yes!!  I've been waiting soo patiently for the next installment!  I'm
trotting right over to your website to grab the story.

KathR

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At 08:39 PM 08/06/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>In a message dated 08/06/1999 5:28:42 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
>DUNNFOUR@aol.com writes:
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><<  I'll bet Dean is amazed.  >>
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>Perhaps stunned if he had little idea what to expect...
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>--Laurie (the Ord one)

I suspect this is the case because I think few in "Hollywood" (the
entertainment biz) realize there are real people out here, thinking, caring,
creative, surprising people. Dean, keeping at least tentatively in touch
with
the fans (and hugging quite a few of them) may find his work affected. Maybe
he'll realize (if he doesn't already) in his writing that he's writing for
real
people :)

I could go on but I'm busy listening to Stimuland (www.kfi640.com) via
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Maybe we should start working on another list for Christmas???  <VBG>

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Labyrinth
by Phil Atcliffe <Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk>

Season 6, Episode 12

Rated PG

Air Date:  August 8, 1999

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LABYRINTH

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     "I want you to come to my wedding."

     "Are you crazy?"

What?

     "Do you seriously expect me to turn up and watch you
     get married to *Lex Luthor?* I would no more go to
     that man's wedding than I'd... ride in one of his
     cars! And *you* shouldn't be going, either. He is
     *evil*; a gangster, a thief, a murderer and more -- a
     megalomaniac, too."

     "God, do you hate him that much?"

     "I don't know if I hate him or not, Lois. I do know
     that Luthor is the only man in the world that I've
     ever even come *close* to hating. He cares for nothing
     and no-one but himself, and is utterly amoral.
     Remember that, the first time you have a fight with
     him; you may win in the short term, the way you always
     did with me, but he won't stop until he's broken you."

     "I suppose you hate me, too."

     "Hate you, no. Pity you, yes. I wonder what happened
     to my friend and partner...."

No, this isn't right. This isn't how it happened.

     "...that she could be so blind, so *stupid* that she
     would fall for this kind of snow-job from the most
     corrupt man in the city. I must have had you wrong all
     this time, Lois. I thought you were infatuated with
     Superman because he was good and tried to help and
     protect people. Turns out you must have only been
     interested in his power, after all; and when you
     couldn't get that, you went straight for the richest,
     most powerful *human* man that you could find!"

No!

     "Well, enjoy it while you have it, Lois... because
     Luthor won't always get away with his crimes; one day,
     and it can't come too soon, he'll make a mistake, and
     I'll be waiting. And then Lex Luthor will face
     justice, and all his money and all his power won't do
     him one bit of good. He'll be exposed for all the
     world to see as the crook that he is, and I'll be
     there to watch.

     "Maybe *you'd* better start saving. You might need a
     lawyer, too, and 'dear Lex's' assets will probably be
     frozen by the court. They will if *I* have anything to
     do with it!"

No, no....

     "Hello, husband."

     "Hello, my dear wife."

     "Where did you disappear to?"

     "Oh, I had to take care of a little private business
     -- a deal with a former rival."

     "Lex! On your wedding day? At the reception?"

     "These things crop up at the most inconvenient times,
     but a wise man deals with them when the opportunity is
     there. Besides, I wanted to make sure that there would
     be no... distractions... on my wedding *night*... or
     for at least the next month. Which there won't be,
     now. Not from that source. Not ever, in fact."

     "Oh. Okay. Oh, hey, where does that door you came in
     through lead to? And what was that funny green glow I
     saw behind you?"

     "All part of the deal, my dear. All part of the deal."

No! No!

     "Superman! To what do I owe the unexpected... honour
     of this visit?"

     "Save the insincere pleasantries, Luthor. I'm here to
     give you a message. Two, in fact."

     "Really? What might they be?"

     "The first one is... you win."

     "Oh, yes... and what, exactly, did I win?"

     "The sick games that you've been playing with me ever
     since I saved the 'Prometheus' and discovered that you
     were the mastermind behind the sabotage of the EPRAD
     space program. Your repeated attempts to kill me,
     discredit me or force me to leave Metropolis: the
     multiple emergencies, the cyborgs, the nuclear plant
     leak, the clone, all the others -- I'm sure you
     remember them.

     "Well, I've had enough. Up till now, I've managed to
     thwart most of your plans, but now you've done
     something that I can't stop, fix or escape. So... you
     win. You'll be pleased to learn that, after I leave
     here, no-one will ever hear of Superman again. Not in
     Metropolis, and not anywhere else, either.

     "But before you get too wrapped up in your moment of
     triumph, you should hear my *other* message. And that
     is while you may have won, your victory will be a
     Phyrric one. You see, you may have ruined my life, as
     you have done for so many others, but I will *not*
     allow you to do that to Lois Lane. And we both know
     what will happen to her if she marries you. So,
     goodbye, Luthor, and may you rot in Hell as you
     deserve!"

     "AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!"

     "Lex! Oh, my God, Lex!"

     "Lois! I didn't know you were there. I'm... sorry you
     had to see that."

     "Superman! You... you *killed* him!"

     "Yes, I did. And now that he's dead, the truth about
     him will come out, and you'll know why. I'm sorry it
     had to come to this, but it was either him or you."

     "Or *me?!* Are you trying to tell me that you killed
     the man I was going to marry for *my* sake? Why, you--
     "

     "That's right, Lois. Oh, you don't believe me, I know
     -- but then, you never did believe anything I ever
     told you about Luthor. Now, though, you'll find out
     the truth. Who knows, maybe you'll find it within
     yourself to forgive me, once you understand. Not that
     it matters, because we'll never see each other again.
     Goodbye, Lois."

No, no... no, no, no, no....

     "Lex Luthor, you are under arrest. The charges include
     multiple counts of murder, attempted murder, arson,
     blackmail, forgery, grand theft, assault and battery,
     and conspiracy to commit all of the above. In
     addition, there is a long list of other felonies with
     which you will also be charged at Metro Police
     Headquarters. You have the right to remain silent--"

     "Lex! Inspector Henderson? *Superman?* What's going on
     here?"

     "What's going on, *Mrs Luthor*, is that your husband
     is going *down!* It didn't take me as long as I
     thought it would. Your new wife more of a distraction
     than you expected, Luthor? She certainly seems to have
     made you sloppy, and now you're going to pay for it!

     "Yes, that's right; threaten and bluster all you want,
     but you're not getting away with it *this* time. The
     police and the FBI have got all the evidence they need
     to put you away for good, and none of your tame
     politicians or shysters are going to be able to get
     you off. You're going to prison, Luthor, for the rest
     of your miserable, wasted life! Take him away,
     Inspector."

     "With pleasure, Superman. Oh, and hey, thank your
     friend Kent for me, will you? Between the two of you,
     we've got the most airtight case the D.A.'s office has
     ever seen. Let's go, Luthor; you've got a date with a
     judge -- and a Grand Jury!"

     "My God, Superman.... This is... horrible. You were
     right... all this time, you and Clark were right. I
     can barely believe it, but this evidence... my husband
     is a monster...."

     "Yes, he is. He always has been. We tried to tell you,
     but you wouldn't listen. Oh no, the great Lois Lane
     could tell what a man was like. Well, Mrs Luthor, I
     hope you enjoyed your marriage, all... what, two
     months of it? Because it is effectively *over.* No
     judge will grant Luthor bail, not with the charges
     he's facing, and he'll never be released, either. The
     only question in my mind is how long he'll live in
     prison; he's a skilled fighter, but there are an awful
     lot of his former employees in prison who are only
     there because they're fall guys for him -- and now
     that he's powerless, they are going to take great
     delight in having their revenge. I don't imagine the
     guards will care much; they always enjoy it when one
     of the 'big shots' gets his comeuppance, and Luthor
     won't be able to buy protection, not now.

     "Well, that's that. Good riddance to bad rubbish, at
     last. Goodbye, Mrs Luthor. I suppose I'll see you in
     court...."

     Whoooooosh....

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

     "Wait, Superman! Come back. Please... Clark, don't
     leave me... please, Clark!"

"Clark! *Claaaarrrrk!!*" Lois screamed as she shot upright in
bed. She looked frantically around the room, not quite realising
where she was. So disoriented was she that it even took her a
moment to focus on the familiar figure of her husband lying
beside her. Once she did manage to grasp that he was there, that
they were together, at home, in their bedroom, with their
daughter asleep in the next room, she hurled herself across the
bed at him, wrapping her arms around him and clutching at him
desperately.

Clark, who had awakened instantly at his wife's cry, tried to
reciprocate the hug -- if that's what this could be called -- but
found that his arms were pinned. He gently pried her hands from
his body, just for long enough to move so that he could wrap his
own around her. The horrified look on her face as he moved her
away from him chilled his blood. When he held her to him again,
she grabbed at him even more frantically and burst into tears.

He didn't have the faintest idea what could have upset her so,
but he knew that she needed him, so he continued to hold her,
gently stroking her hair and reassuring her over and over that
it was all right, he was there.... Eventually, her weeping
subsided into an occasional sob, though her grip on him didn't
slacken any.

After a while, he felt her relax a little, and took the chance
to carefully lift her head so that he could look at her. "Honey,"
he whispered, forcing his voice to remain calm and strong for
her, and not to show any of the anguish that he felt. "What's
wrong? What happened?"

It seemed to take Lois a moment to realise that he'd said
something, but at last she appeared to emerge, at least
partially, from the fog of misery that had her in its grip. "Oh,
Clark..." she sniffed, "Oh, God... it was horrible...."

"What was, honey?" Clark persisted.

Lois shuddered, and this physical reaction appeared to clear her
mind even more. "I'm sorry, Clark," she said, "It was just a
nightmare."

'*Just* a nightmare?' "It must have been pretty bad to upset you
like this, sweetheart. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really... but maybe I should. It was just... oh, it was
about five years ago, when I was engaged to Lex." It was a
tribute to super-self-control that Clark managed to refrain from
reacting to that, not even stiffening with the tension that would
have flooded through him had he let it. That was not a time he
cared to remember, much less dwell on.

"...and I drove up to you in the Mercedes convertible that I
borrowed, and we started to have that conversation -- but it
wasn't the same, because you wouldn't get in the car, and you
were angry with me, accusing me of only being interested in
power...."

She paused for a second to wipe her eyes. "...and then it
changed, and I was at the reception, talking to Lex. He'd just
come back into the room, and behind him was this green glow, and
I remembered what you told me about that cage of his....

"Then I was in his office, and so were you. You were saying that
he'd won, but you wouldn't let him ruin my life the way he had
yours, and... and you *killed* him with your heat vision! Then
you told me that maybe someday I'd understand why you'd had to
do it, but that it didn't matter because I'd never see you again.

"And then it all changed again, and you were there with Inspector
Henderson, and you were arresting Lex. I must have been married
to him, because all you would call me was 'Mrs Luthor', and you
hoped that I'd enjoyed the last couple of months, because it was
now over. And then..." Her voice broke on another sob. "And
then... you flew away, and I was *alone*...."

"Shhh..." he soothed as she buried her head against his shoulder
once more. "It was only a dream, honey. None of that happened.
And I will never leave you. Not again, not ever, not while there
is a breath in my body."

He tightened his grip on her, and that seemed to do the trick.
Her body gave one final convulsive shudder and relaxed. He lifted
her face again and kissed her lips softly. "It's all right,
honey. You relax and go to sleep. I'm here, and I love you, and
I won't leave you."

She was still for a moment, just gazing into his eyes, before
smiling just a little and placing her head on his shoulder -- but
slowly this time, comfortably, without the urgency and the
distress. Happily, in fact. She fell asleep quickly, and her
husband was reminded of another time when she had drifted off
almost at once after being reassured; there was no Prankster
trying to kill her tonight, but perhaps Luthor's evil and his
warped "love" were greater threats.

Clark lay holding Lois for a long time that night, but he found
little of the pleasure that doing so normally brought him.
Indeed, his face was grim. 'Yet one more thing for which Luthor
has to answer.'

                    *         *         *

"Someone is going to *answer* for this!" growled Lex Luthor,
pounding his fist on the board-room table for emphasis. "LexCorp
is under *attack!* Over the last five months, profits have become
losses, productivity is down, stock prices on half the
subsidiaries still listed on the Exchange have plummeted... the
entire company is haemorrhaging to death! I've never *had* to
sell assets in my entire life, but if I don't keep unloading the
stocks in my personal portfolio -- stocks which are *supposed*
to provide capital for diversification -- we'll have a cash flow
crisis and have to file for Chapter 11 protection!

"*LexCorp* hiding from creditors! This is unthinkable!

"It's *got* to be deliberate! Five months ago, the company was
as sound as it's ever been. Not as *large* as it's ever been, but
that was only a matter of time; if my... *offspring* and his
front-man puppet could succeed in re-acquiring so many former
subsidiaries, then doing so myself ought to have been straight-
forward enough. And then, once the corporation was back to its
original size, it would be ready to expand even further. Now...
*now*, we're fighting tooth and nail just to stay solvent!"

Michael Van Allen, President of Lexor Industrial Bank, watched,
stone-faced, as his employer ranted on. Behind the expressionless
mask, though, he was mightily amused to see the great Lex Luthor
pounding his desk like any ordinary CEO faced with the prospect
of a disintegrating company. Luthor didn't have angry
stockholders to placate -- there was a wall of subordinates and
holding companies to protect him from that -- but no group of
complainants could possibly have caused the man more bitter
frustration and anguish than his own ego and damaged self-respect.
He'd never admit it, but LexCorp was more than just a corporation
to its owner; it was the primary instrument of his power, an
extension of his personality and an expression of his self-image,
and, as such, Luthor took the company's present tribulations *very*
personally.

So personally, in fact, that Van Allen made a mental note to take
extra steps to ensure that Luthor never found out that he had
been taking advantage of LexCorp's troubles to feather his own
nest. Many of the stocks which Luthor had been forced to sell had
found their way, by devious routes and at remarkably low prices,
into his own portfolio, and he doubted that their former owner
would look upon that favourably, should he ever learn of it.

Not that it was likely that he would; stocks were stocks, and,
should Luthor regain the wherewithal to rebuild his portfolio --
or should that be *when?* -- he could easily replace what he'd
been forced to relinquish without the need to buy back the exact
same shares. And that is what, as a veteran of the stock market,
he would most probably do. On the other hand, Luthor was just
paranoid and vindictive enough to decide that he wanted to know
who had got their hands on "his" property, and he had the means
to trace ordinary stock transactions with ease.

So, Van Allen decided, the more layers of protection that he
could put between himself and his new possessions, the better.
He'd already taken precautions against SEC investigations --
after all, the definition of "insider trading" wouldn't take much
stretching, if any, to fit the case -- but more might be--
probably *were* necessary; the *last* thing he wanted to have to
deal with was an angry Lex Luthor, who was unlikely to believe
that his employee had had nothing whatsoever to do with the
problems that had led to the sale of those stocks, and had merely
seized an opportunity to acquire some valuable assets at a
bargain price.

Van Allen could see why Luthor wouldn't believe in his innocence.
Rumours of the company's woes, both truth and utter fantasy, had
already reached the ears of people in the financial world, and
the sharks were beginning to gather in response to the scent of
blood. Although it had yet to buy back all the shares of its
subsidiaries that had gone onto the market after its break-up
five years ago, LexCorp was not a publicly-owned or -traded
company -- *Lex Luthor*, share his property with anyone? Ha, ha!
-- so it was supposedly safe from take-overs and the like, but
there was more than one way to skin a cat, and the cannier
corporate raiders knew them all.

The mere fact that Luthor had had to dip into his personal
portfolio of stocks was a good indication that the squeeze was
on; he wouldn't have to resort to such measures unless the
corporation was running out of easily convertible assets, *or*
it was unable to obtain financial backing -- which, ordinarily,
the banks would have been falling over themselves to provide.
Finance for *LexCorp?* What a coup for a banker to be able to
boast of! LexCorp *never* went outside for funds; that was the
job of its own banks. The money market would have died of
starvation years ago if it had had to depend on LexCorp for
business.

So if no-one was willing to back the company financially, it was
in more than serious trouble, and Van Allen was inclined to agree
with his boss that it had to be deliberate. The sheer number of
problems befalling almost every one of the corporation's
divisions and subsidiaries, all of which had been performing
perfectly -- or, more to the point, to Luthor's satisfaction --
mere months ago, indicated that this was more than random chance.

For the present situation to be nothing more than a run of bad
luck, which seemed to be the generally accepted theory within the
company itself (in lieu of a better explanation, especially one
which didn't imply staff incompetence), would require almost
every employee to have violated all the "bad luck" superstitions
that one could think of, simultaneously and repeatedly. Not even
tripping over a black cat while walking under a ladder and
stepping on cracks in the pavement, then falling into the window
of a mirror shop, spilling salt *and* seeing the moon over your
left shoulder as you fell, *all* on Friday 13th, could cause luck
*this* bad! The situation had gone from bad to desperate over the
last few weeks, and Luthor's temper (and -- dare he even think
it? -- *sanity*) had deteriorated in direct proportion to the
state of LexCorp.

No, there was a mind behind this. But whose? And how were they
doing it?

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"Hey, Nicky! Come and take a look at this -- ol' Lexy-boy is just
gonna love this one!"

"What now, Alex?" Nick Trifyllis grumpily came over to the
computer and peered over his brother's shoulder at the screen.
He didn't really want to hear about Alex's latest hacking scheme,
but he knew from long experience that it was quicker and less
trouble to feign interest now rather than have to put up with
hours of repeated entreaties.

"You know how we got into LexLabs' research files last week?
Well, I found out that their medical division is about to submit
a new anti-cancer drug for FDA testing. All the company reports
say it oughtta be a real big earner for them -- but not if I have
anything to say about it!" He giggled, and stretched in his seat,
cracking his knuckles. Nick winced slightly; he'd seen Alex like
this before, and it always meant trouble for somebody -- but
then, that was the point, wasn't it?

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Hey, what's not to enjoy? This is a hacker's dream; with those
codes we were given by... you-know-who, I got into LexCorp's
computers. That's all I needed -- that's all any good hacker
needs; all it took was a little work, and now, I have access to
almost everything in every system in the entire company, and
*that* lets me nose around in systems everywhere. I mean, look
at this: to mess up the FDA submission, I'm gonna be bouncing
files around between the Pentagon, the DEA, Interpol in Paris,
and even the NIA! How's *that* for hacking, man?"

"What? Are you crazy, Alex? The *NIA?* What the *hell* are you
doing messing around with those guys? Do you have the faintest
idea what they'll do to us if they find out that you're fooling
around in their computers?"

Alex swivelled around to glare at his brother; his playful air
was gone now, and his voice was hard as he replied, "They can't
do anything worse than Luthor'll do if he finds out what we've
been doing to his precious LexCorp! Which they won't, any more
than he will. Come on, Nick, give me some credit for
intelligence, willya?"

Nick said nothing, taken aback by his brother's sudden change of
attitude. It was easy, even for him after all this time, to
underestimate Alex. The guy gave the impression that working with
computers was just a big game, but dare to doubt him and it was
like a completely different person would suddenly emerge, one who
took what he did *very* seriously, and expected you to do the
same.

The brothers matched steady gazes for a few moments before Nick
ducked his head, saying, "Sorry... it was just kind of a shock.
I know you're good, Alex, but...." He trailed off, unable to say
what he wanted without adding insult to injury. Then, in an
obvious attempt at reconciliation, he smiled and went on, "I
guess you better show me just *how* good you are -- again! What
are you up to?"

Alex matched his brother's smile, his enthusiasm back instantly.
"Don't worry, Nicky," he soothed, "No-one's gonna find me, not
the way I can re-route my commands. Even if they find the files
I've stashed here, there and everywhere, there's no way anyone
can trace where they came from. Even *I* couldn't, because I'm
using a randomiser in the command sequences; I know where the
files end up, but not what path they used to get there, or how
many interconnections they went through to get there -- except
that there's more than six; that's the minimum I put in. It's
almost impossible to trace a single transfer like that, because
you need to have the access codes at both ends, but *six?* Forget
it!"

"If you say so..." murmured Nick. "Okay, so we're safe. Tell me
about this FDA thing."

Alex laughed. "Oh, you're gonna love this, man. LexLabs is all
set to download their research data to the FDA, and when they
do... my baby goes into action. For a start, what the guys in
Washington are gonna get is *not* what the lab guys are gonna
send! In fact, it's the exact opposite: what the FDA *and* the
NIH will receive is an application to have the drug -- or what
they *think* is the drug; the chemical composition data will
be... tweaked a little -- declared a hazardous substance. All
LexLabs' preliminary test data will be switched with some similar
figures from the Army's Chemical Weapons archives. The FDA are
gonna think that this 'wonder drug' is the worst thing since
mustard gas!

"Geez, I'd love to be a fly on the wall when the labs hear back
>from the feds. Instead of the standard test schedule that they're
expecting, the great white hope of LexLabs Medical is going to
be placed under the Hazardous Material regulations; nobody's
gonna be allowed *near* the stuff without a full-body protective
suit and massive decontamination procedures -- not to mention the
storage and disposal protocols. The FDA will probably include a
commendation for the company for bringing the matter to their
attention!"

Nick said nothing, but his brows arched in amazement. Alex saw
this and went on gleefully, "And, just to add insult to injury,
all the *real* research files will have mysteriously disappeared
>from the LexCorp computers, but, after another multiple-node re-
routing -- hey, whaddya think about sending them via the White
House to begin with? -- they will equally mysteriously turn up
in the databanks of half-a-dozen *other* research houses -- like
STAR Labs, Metro U and some of the big drug companies! Where they
will be flagged to come to the attention of people like Bernard
Klein after a week or so. It'll take LexLabs longer'n that to
realise that they've lost the data -- and they'll *never* be able
to recover it!"

That did it; Nick tried unsuccessfully to stifle a guffaw, and
the strangled sound was music to his brother's ears, being the
closest thing to genuine laughter that had emerged from the guy
in weeks. Nick had been real down since Chris was killed, and it
was good to hear that he might be pulling out of it a bit. It
wasn't a lot, but it was a start, and, just like in hacking, you
could go a long, long way once you'd made a start....

Equally welcome was the comment that followed the laugh: "Geez,
Alex, you don't believe in doing things by halves, do you?"

"Not where LexCorp's concerned, I don't." And now it was Alex's
turn to lose all trace of humour; his voice was cold and stern
-- deadly, even. "I am going to *destroy* it, Nicolas. I am going
to make sure Mr Lex Luthor loses every red cent that he has, and
then I'm gonna take his lousy, murdering hide and *nail it to the
wall!*"

Nick stared at his brother with sudden apprehension. This wasn't
like Alex, not at all -- or, at least, it *hadn't* been like him,
until recently. His little brother had changed when he learned
who was responsible for Chris' death; most of the time, he was
still the fun-loving, easy-going guy that he'd always been, if
a bit subdued due to all that had happened, but every so often,
another Alex emerged, one with a new and frightening obsession.
Alex had always been prone to a certain amount of obsession --
what hacker wasn't? -- but now, there was something different
about him. Something cold, hard and dark.

And, to make matters worse, Nick realised that he'd had no idea
just how grandiose Alex's plans had become. Helping Beth Luthor
put her husband in jail was one thing, but Alex seemed to have
decided that that wasn't enough; he was out to shatter LexCorp,
to rob Luthor of everything he owned... and then what? Kill him?
Nick was beginning to be afraid that that was exactly what Alex
had in mind.

He also couldn't get something out of his head -- an old saying
that his grandfather had once told him of, years ago: Before you
set out on the path of revenge, remember to dig *two* graves.

                    *         *         *

"Very well, Michael, that will be all. I'll expect those figures
on the LexAir restructuring by tomorrow noon."

"Yes, sir. They'll be ready. Oh... that reminds me: I have some
news regarding our missing IT Director-cum-embezzler, Owen
Preece."

"Do you, now? Can it possibly be that there's some *good* news
for a change? Go on."

"Well, sir, first of all, let me apologise for not bringing this
to your attention until now, but we waited until we had something
concrete to report, rather than waste your time with something
that was only a possibility...."

Luthor waved impatiently, the unspoken message "Get On With It!"
very clear. So Van Allen did: "I don't need to remind you that
the last we heard of Preece was when he withdrew $300,000 from
his personal account after that 'very convenient' computer glitch
put it there. Since he took it away in cash, there's been no way
to trace him through the money -- or so we thought. We were
wrong."

Luthor leaned forward at that, and Van Allen continued, "We were
wrong because we didn't know-- then -- of the actions of an
enterprising young teller downstairs. This young lady, whose name
is Sarah Hudson, realised that taking that much money in cash is
highly unusual these days, particularly when the person taking
it is the head of the IT Division -- who, of all people, ought
to be familiar with electronic banking. She considered it *so*
unusual that, with no time to consult with higher authority, she
decided that she needed to take action, and did. Specifically,
she did what had been trained to do, should she be involved in
a hold-up; she activated the new equipment recently installed in
the teller cages."

"What?" said Luthor. "You mean...."

"Yes, sir," replied a smiling Van Allen. "All $300,000 were
marked with the LexTrace system. The bills look no different, but
every single one has been coated with the tracer dye and can be
positively identified as part of the money taken by Preece by
exposing them to the scanner.

"When I learned this, I sent out a warning to all our offices and
to any other bank which has purchased the LexTrace system -- and,
as you know, it's been one of the biggest money-makers for the
Security Division this fiscal year. After that, all we could do
was wait.

"Yesterday, the waiting paid off. We received notification from
the Columbus Agricultural and Industrial Bank that they'd
received four marked bills from a local customer -- a
supermarket. They made enquiries, and the market was certain that
the bills must have come into the store within the last two days.
It's not conclusive evidence, but...."

"But it tells us that it is highly likely that Mr Preece is in
Ohio, or has been, some time within the last few days," Luthor
interrupted. "Yes, this is good news, Michael." 'Better than you
realise, because I know things about the LexTrace system that you
don't....' "More than enough to set some wheels in motion. Keep
me informed of any further developments."

Van Allen nodded, stood up and went to leave. Just before he
reached the door, Luthor had one final thing to say: "Oh, and
Michael... I think Ms Hudson has earned a place on the LIB fast-
track scheme, don't you? Initiative and judgement such as hers
should not be wasted."

The banker nodded again, and left. Luthor sat silently for a few
moments before reaching out to touch a switch on his intercom.
"Ms Barrows, please come in here. I have a job for you...."

                    *         *         *

Enrico O'Reilly was not a happy man. And he had reason. Quite a lot
of reasons, actually.

For a start, he was more-or-less continually in a drug-induced
half-stupor, and had been ever since he'd been arrested. He
couldn't remember what had happened immediately before the cops had
taken him in, but whatever it was, it must have been one heck of a
shock; it had caused him to suffer from hallucinations and left him
with an incessant feeling that he couldn't get rid of, even now,
that there was somehow something *wrong* with his body.

Things were much worse when he slept, the hallucinations
recurring in the form of bizarre dreams that he was some kind of
animal -- and then he wasn't! But, even when himself, he was
facing some nebulous but horrifying figure -- or maybe two of
them -- threatening him. He invariably woke from these dreams
screaming, and he had become deathly afraid of sleep for that
reason. Unfortunately, the prison doctors hadn't been able to do
much for him other than prescribe tranquillisers.

During his few lucid moments, he also had to face the fact that
he was awaiting trial for the murder of that aircraft mechanic
-- whom he had, in fact, killed -- and there wasn't much chance
that he'd go free. Not when he'd been so *stupid* as to be
caught with the murder weapon and with traces of blood on his
shoes. The cops were having a field day with the forensic evidence,
and his lawyer advised him that it was an open-and-shut
case. The defence would go through the motions with all the
professional expertise one could want, but there was very little
chance of it doing the defendant any good.

The lawyer had muttered something about a plea of diminished
responsibility when told of Enrico's nightmares by a "helpful"
guard. Enrico didn't think that he was meant to hear that, and he
didn't like the idea. Prison was bad enough, but copping an
insanity plea would mean he'd wind up in the booby hatch! No way --
he wasn't nuts, he *wasn't!* He just kept having these crazy
dreams....

Nor was there any chance of having the charge reduced, even if
the cops didn't think they had him dead to rights. Enrico was not
the only person to whom his lawyer was giving advice; legal
confidentiality meant nothing to Lex Luthor, and it would be a
brave attorney who tried to invoke it -- especially when Luthor
was footing the bill.

Enrico's "confidentiality", on the other hand, was *expected*,
and nothing less would be tolerated. It had been made very clear
to him, both openly by the lawyer and relatively subtly by a
number of people in the prison -- including staff *and* prisoners
-- that his only chance of survival lay in keeping his mouth shut
about Luthor's affairs.

This hadn't surprised him. He'd known, right from the moment that
he'd been arrested, that there was no way he could plea-bargain
-- not and expect to live. He knew too much, and Luthor would
have him killed if it reached his ears that there was so much as
the faintest whisper of the barest suspicion of the merest
possibility that Enrico might say something that he shouldn't.

Luthor might want him dead anyway, just to be on the safe side.
No, Enrico knew that his only hope was to be *aggressively*
silent; to say absolutely nothing and do it in such a way that
it would be obvious that he wasn't going to betray his employer.
Except that the drugs made it so hard to concentrate, and he was
afraid that something would slip out by accident while he was
doped up -- which was most of the time.

Not that he had any choice in the matter. He knew, when he could
think clearly about it, that only this way was there any chance
that Luthor might take him back on the payroll, if and when he was
paroled; New Troy wasn't as easy-going as, say, California, but
he'd heard of guys with murder raps getting out in ten years or so.
He wouldn't get a job at the same level, of course, but the boss
would always need someone to do the dirty work, and he'd have
proved that he could be trusted.

The problem was that Luthor wasn't the only one who knew, or
suspected, that Enrico knew things that might be to the
disadvantage of his employer if they got out -- and *they* had
contacts in the prison, too. He had already been sounded out --
cleverly, deniably, but nonetheless definitely -- by a screw and
a couple of cons, and he was fairly sure that they were working
together. He didn't know who they were working *for*, although
he had some ideas -- Intergang had pretty much disappeared from
the Metropolis scene after the Churches all ended up in the
slammer, but it was a world-wide organisation, and what better
way to get a foothold back in this city than to take over an
existing operation?

Which left Enrico walking a very narrow tight-rope, because
Intergang would have even less compunction than Luthor (if that
were possible) about doing him harm if he refused to co-operate.
But if he *did* co-operate... well, he knew what was likely to
happen. Fortunately, the guys who'd made the first approaches
hadn't been able to get at him when he was really doped up, but
he couldn't rely on that in the future. Nor could he rely on
either side to keep him safe, although he'd have to ask Luthor
to do something about this, lest the man think that he was
seriously considering talking; but then, by doing that, he would
run the risk that Luthor would find it simpler to eliminate the
problem -- and him.

And yet, in spite of the dangers besetting him from all sides,
Enrico O'Reilly could have put up with his present situation if
it wasn't for that *stupid* nickname that the screws had hung on
him! Some joker had seen his initials -- "E. O'R" -- on some
paperwork, and had immediately christened him "Eeyore" after a
character in a kid's cartoon! If he heard that... that... *name*
one more time, Enrico was gonna do something violent, drugs or no
drugs -- except that that would only make matters worse. Then
again, a few days in solitary would get him away from those
Intergang stooges... for a while -- and maybe he could get some
rest.

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Clark was finishing off the story of a routine super-rescue when
the "You've Got Mail" icon popped up on the screen. He wasn't
expecting anything from anyone, so it wasn't likely to be urgent;
in any case, Perry would be yelling for this copy if he didn't
get it finished, and a wise reporter knew when and how to
prioritise.

A few minutes later, the story had sped its way across the office
LAN to Editorial, and Clark sat back in his chair to look at the
message, wondering who it could be from. If he was lucky, it
might be from Lois, who was at home looking after Laura today;
if he was *un*lucky, it'd be another of those junk e-mails that,
despite every effort of the Planet computer people, still managed
to get past the mail filters. Failing that, it could be from just
about *anyone*.

It turned out to be from Dr Klein, asking Clark to stop by some
time that afternoon or evening. Apparently there was something that
he wanted to show him and, from the way the e-mail was phrased,
Clark was fairly sure that it had something to do with decoding the
clone project files. Bernard complained that his "bedside manner"
was too blunt for clinical work, Clark mused (though he, for one,
had no complaints), but the scientist could be surprisingly subtle
in "print"; guess it came from writing all those reports.

Anything to do with those files was high priority, as far as Clark
was concerned, and he was fairly sure that he could get away now...
but he'd better check with Perry anyway. He tilted his glasses and
took a quick x-ray look at his boss, and, sure enough, the editor
was looking over his story. He got up and headed for Perry's
office. Knocking produced the usual gruff "invitation" to enter --
the one with the implied message that this interruption had better
be important or the transgressor would be covering dog shows for
the next week.

Clark opened the door, but didn't enter the room, trying to give
the impression that he wanted to be on his way out as soon as
possible -- which, of course, he did. "Chief," he called, "Do you
need me to do anything to that story on the Superman rescue? I've
got to check something out at STAR Labs, and I'd like to get
going."

Perry looked up, blinking as his eyes changed focus from the
screen to the figure in his doorway. "No, Clark. This looks
pretty good, so you can go."

Clark sketched a salute, shut the door and headed for the
elevator. When it arrived, Jimmy emerged with a sheaf of photos
in his hand and went to head down the ramp. He seemed to be in
a hurry, but upon seeing Clark, he stopped and grinned. "Hey, CK,
thanks for the advice."

"No problem, Jimmy," Clark replied automatically. Then *he*
stopped. He needed to leave -- whatever Dr Klein wanted could
well be urgent -- but he couldn't *not* ask: "Uh... which bit of
advice are you talking about?"

"About me and Penny," his friend replied. Clark looked blank, so
Jimmy went on, "You know -- about sharing the chores...." As he
said this, he winked and one arm twitched, almost as if he would
have elbowed Clark had he been close enough.

It took Clark a moment to work out what Jimmy was referring to,
but he finally remembered Lois telling him of a conversation that
she'd had with the younger man while their souls were switched.
Appropriately, she'd brought it up while the two of them were
doing the housework -- Laura was playing happily on the floor,
so it was "normal" speed around the house for Clark that day --
and he'd been pleased to hear that their friend was thinking of
settling down. He'd also laughed -- and leered -- at Lois'
description of how she'd tried to convince Jimmy to do his share
of the chores. Much to his delight, Lois had been having similar
thoughts herself, and, once the work was done and Laura had been
fed and put down for an afternoon nap, the couple had proceeded
to demonstrate to one another what delightful uses they could put
all that time saved sharing the housework....

The memory made him smile, but he suppressed it (mostly) and
asked, "So, does this mean that the two of you are going to...."
Clark paused, remembering where he was. The Planet newsroom was
nothing if not a hot-bed of gossip, and people like Ralph were
only too eager to find out the details of their colleagues'
private lives and then spread the news around, embellishing it
as they went. He and Lois had had enough trouble that way -- just
look at the way that Ralph had assumed that Kate Martin was his
girlfriend! -- and he didn't want to expose Jimmy to the same
malicious stupidity.

Jimmy seemed less concerned, immediately picking up the sentence
where Clark had left off. "Move in together? Yes and no.... we're
thinking about it -- *really* thinking about it -- but we're both
a little nervous still. It's kind of a big step, you know?"

Clark nodded. He knew. It was just that, in his case, it was a
step that he'd wanted to take all his life. And he'd never been
happier than since taking that step.

"But last weekend, we decided to give it a trial run. Penny came
over and we spent the weekend together. We wanted to see what it
would be like doing all the... um, old, married things...."
Jimmy's voice had become hesitant and more than a little
embarrassed at the latter, but Clark just grinned. "So we went
shopping, cooked dinner, washed up together, watched TV... even
did the housework!

"Penny was kinda surprised that I wanted to help. I think she was
expecting to have to do everything -- actually, from the look on
her face when she arrived, I think she was relieved that the
place wasn't much worse! I'd spent a bit of time picking a few
things up already, but not too much, 'cause I remembered what you
said, and that's pretty much what I told her: it hadda be done,
and we could do it much quicker together, so this was one part
of what we were trying out."

Jimmy flushed slightly and he cast a quick look around to see who
might overhear before going on in a much softer voice, "I gotta
admit that I mentioned what you said about doing the housework
together giving us more time for... other stuff... and I was kinda
nervous-- when she didn't say anything, I thought I'd put my foot
in it. But once we got started, I guess she didn't *need* to say
anything... man, I didn't know that cleaning a house could make a
woman move like *that!*"

Clark's grin grew wider. "It doesn't, Jimmy -- not unless they
*want* it to. Off-hand, I think you got off on the right foot
there. Keep going like that, because that's what really counts.
Which reminds me -- *I* have to go. I'll see you later."

"Okay, CK. See you later." With that, the two friends parted, one
to deliver his photos, the other to find out what Dr Klein had
to show him.

                    *         *         *

"Lois!" Clark called as he closed the front door of the
townhouse.

"Hi, Clark," his wife said from the stairs. She was carrying
Laura, and looked down at the little girl. "Look, sweetie --
Daddy's home."

Laura gurgled happily as her father kissed her mother soundly,
then scooped her up for one of their games; this one involved
Clark gently head-butting Laura in the stomach, and it never
failed to produce a joyful near-giggle and a huge smile from her.

Lois looked on contentedly. One of the unsung joys of parenthood,
both she and Clark were finding, was that there were ways of doing
things with Laura -- playing, getting dressed, even jobs around the
house -- that were unique to each of them, and ways that they could
share. Laura never reacted as happily if Lois tried the head-
butting game, but that was okay; she'd spend hours playing the
finger game with her mother, but lost interest fairly quickly if
Clark tried it. No, some things Lois and Laura did together, others
Clark and Laura did together, and there were yet others that all
three of them could join in, and that was just fine.

Eventually, Clark put Laura on the floor of the living room with
some toys, gave her a quick kiss, watched her start to play and
then, as he put it, turned his attention to the *other* lady in
his life. Said lady had been waiting for this and, for a little
while, the couple concentrated on certain things that *they*
liked to do together....

                    *         *         *

"So what did Dr Klein want, Clark?" Lois asked as she finished
the last of her wine. Dinner was over, Laura was asleep upstairs,
and the two reporters were relaxing together on the couch. Clark
was unwinding from his day (in both his jobs) by telling Lois
about it, and she, as ever, was insistently curious as to what
had been happening while she'd had a comparatively leisurely day
just being a mother.

"He... had something to show me," Clark replied, in a slightly
distracted tone. He was having a quick super-look at Laura, just
to be sure that she was sleeping peacefully, because this might
take some time....

"It was to do with decoding those files," he went on. "Dr Klein
hadn't had much luck in making any more sense out of them than
the last time I spoke to him about it. Of course, he's only been
able to work on it outside of his regular work hours -- and you
know what they're like!"

Lois rolled her eyes at that. Bernard Klein was another
workaholic, if she ever saw one -- and who should know better
than her? What was worse, he was a *scientific* workaholic who
could get lost in equations or computers or lab experiments for
days on end. It sometimes amazed her that the man could do as
much "unofficial" work -- like Kryptonian fertility tests and
computer file decoding -- as he did.

"So you can imagine my amazement," Clark said, "when he presented
me with complete, perfectly decoded copies of every file that I'd
managed to get hold of, *and* half a dozen others as well!"

"Whoa!" said Lois, eyebrows up. "What did he do?"

"That's the strange part, honey. According to Dr Klein, *he*
didn't do anything -- other than look at his e-mail this morning.
Apparently, he received a message from someone who calls himself
'The ANT'; all it said was something like, 'Save these to disk.
Lane and Kent might find them interesting,' but these files were
attached to it in some kind of odd format. Bernard tried to look
at them before saving them, but all he could see was gibberish.
He thought he'd better save them anyway, and when he did, the
files seemed to run a self-extraction routine and decoded
themselves -- *and* deleted themselves from his mailbox. So he
looked at the first file again, just to see what had happened,
and there was the clear text of a LexLabs report, dated April
1994.

"He looked through them all, and could tell from the titles that
they were progress reports from the cloning project. He
recognised some of the text from a couple of them as stuff that
he'd managed to decode, and he realised that somehow, this Ant
person had sent him all the data that he'd been trying to
unscramble for months!"

"But how?" said an amazed Lois. "And who is this Ant character,
and why would he tell Dr Klein to give those files to *us?* Who
even knows that we're interested in them?"

"I thought about that on the way home, and I think I know. Think
about the word 'ant' as a set of initials."

"Initials? Okay.... A-N-T.... Of course! *A*lex and *N*ick
*T*rifyllis! Didn't Owen Preece say that Chris might have given
Alex a copy of the files? He must have managed to decode them and
sent them to Dr Klein-- why? Why not straight to you or me?"

"I don't know. Maybe he wanted a scientist to read them --
someone who he knew would understand what they meant. Dr Klein's
well-known in the scientific community, and we've written about
him and quoted him often enough for him to be a logical choice
if someone wants to funnel information our way via an expert
source. Alex and Nick don't know about everything that he's done
for us, or even that he was working on decoding the same files,
but they do know that he can understand the science, and that
we're close. Q.E.D."

"Makes sense. Okay, so what was in the files? Does this means
we've got the proof we need to put Lex away, once and for all?"
Lois' voice was enthusiastic and full of anticipation, but wary;
she wanted this to be the break-through they needed, but she also
knew that any attempt to expose Lex Luthor had to be foolproof.
Was this?

Apparently not. "I don't think so, Lois. To be honest, the files
don't tell us much more than we already knew. They confirm that
the cloning project was nowhere near creating a stable, long-
lived adult clone at the time that it was supposedly shut down
by the very 'clone' that it was supposed to have created.
Creating *any* kind of adult clone at that time -- or later --
required frog DNA, but we knew that, and nothing in the files
that Dr Klein hadn't decrypted really adds to or alters that at
all.

"What it comes down to is that there is no doubt now that there
never *was* a clone. Luthor's story of being kidnapped and replaced
by his own clone not long after he proposed to you, and being
imprisoned for almost three years, is just that -- a story.

"The Lex Luthor living in the LexCorp Building penthouse is the
same man who was there five years ago, and who tried to kill me and
marry you, who committed suicide by jumping off that building, who
was resurrected by Gretchen Kelly, who went to prison, who
kidnapped you from our first wedding... and who knows that I'm
Superman.

"Unfortunately, just knowing that isn't enough. We still need
*proof* that we can use in court, and these files aren't it."

"Yeah," said Lois, resignedly. "I can see it now. Lex's lawyers
would have a field day if we tried to expose him using this stuff
as our evidence. It's electronic, for one thing, and the courts
are still wrangling over how admissible computer files are -- too
easy to edit, and all that...."

"Added to which is the fact that the people who obtained this
'evidence' are known to have a grudge against Luthor -- or his
clone," Clark continued the thought. "And it doesn't matter
whether it's you and I, or Alex and Nick; we all got our hands
on LexCorp proprietary information by dubious means -- not to
mention that Alex is a convicted felon, and for computer hacking,
to boot. They'd tear it all to shreds."

It was disheartening, but they had always known that this wasn't
going to be easy -- not if they were going to do it the way it
had to be done, the *right* way. It would be all too easy to get
rid of Lex if they didn't have to respect the law; Lois'
nightmare of a few nights ago had shown how quick and simple it
would be for Clark to kill him. He could do that from miles away
-- *hundreds* of miles away! But if they took the easy way...
they'd be as bad as Lex.

Lois and Clark's eyes met. They looked at one another with love,
and saw that love returned. They reached out and took each
other's hand, and in that touch, they found strength, as they had
always done since each of them had let the other through their
own personal barriers and found that the strength was there to
be given for the asking. And with that strength came
determination. Okay, if it had to be the hard way, then Lane and
Kent would *do* it the hard way!

"Right," said Lois after a pause, the length of which could have
been moments... or an eternity. "Just what *do* we need to prove
that Lex is, was and always will be Lex, world without end,
amen?"

Clark laughed. "I don't think 'amen' is exactly appropriate, Lois
-- but I don't know what they say at the end of a Black Mass."

Lois laughed, too, and they shared one more moment of joy. Then
they got serious. "What we need," Clark said, "is what we've
always needed: something that we can get a DNA sample from that
can positively and unarguably be identified as coming from the
'clone'. Then, when it's shown to be identical to Luthor's DNA,
we have real, unshakeable proof -- unless he claims to have had
an identical twin stashed away all these years. The problem is,
where do we get a DNA sample that can only be from the clone, and
that couldn't possibly have been tampered with in the last four or
five years?"

"Hmmm... good question. Okay, next step: what would we need to
find in order to have a suitable DNA sample?" Lois already had
a good idea of the answer, but the two reporters were using a
technique that they had worked out over the years, especially
when dealing with something "technical": one of them would ask
the questions, taking particular care that there was a strict
logical progression between one question and the next; and the
other, generally the one who'd done the most research about
whatever they were working on, would answer, brainstorming as
necessary to cover all the possibilities. They found it to be
very effective, usually giving them at least a lead to follow,
often more than one; it was also something that the Planet
newsroom staff, even Perry White, knew better than to
interrupt....

"Well, the police take their samples from a few cells scraped
>from the inside of the mouth," Clark mused. "But it could be
almost any tissue, provided it's been preserved somehow between
then and now. Hair would do -- as we know from that clone of me
-- or blood, or a piece of skin, if it had been stored somewhere
very cold or very dry; muscle tissue, again if it's been stored
properly; bone marrow... just about any part of the body, with
the possible exception of nail clippings!"

"Really?" Lois asked. "Okay for voodoo, but no good for DNA
tests, huh?" At Clark's amused nod, she lapsed into silence for
a few moments. Eventually, she glanced at Clark and said, "What
about the DNA sample the police took when Lex was arrested?"

"I don't think so, honey. They took one, sure, but if the
'clone's' fingerprints were tampered with, would you bet on the
DNA records escaping the same thing?" Lois grimaced in answer.
"It might be worth checking out anyway," Clark reflected after
a moment or two, "because the phoney record -- if there is one
-- would have to be very carefully made. There has to be no doubt
that it's Luthor's DNA, but it also has to show signs of the
genetic tampering needed to create the clone. That's not an easy
balance to strike, and we might be able to show that it's fake.
But I wouldn't count on it."

"Yeah, you're right... but it's worth remembering. Okay, so no
official DNA samples. Blood -- what about blood?"

"Blood would be perfect -- *if* we could find some that we could
be certain that came from the 'clone'. And that's the problem."

"Yeah.... Where could we find something like that? I don't
imagine he'd have been kind enough to donate blood -- would he?"

"I doubt it, but we could check. Even if he did, the odds of the
donation still being around after five years aren't good. We might
have a better chance if we found that Luthor kept a private
supply in case of injury, but we'd have to find it and get access
to it -- and then find some way to be certain that our sample was
taken during the right time period."

"True... hey, what about the rubble from the tunnel where he had
those 'spare bodies'? He must have bled on that."

"No luck there. I checked with Dr Klein, and the DNA from any
blood on the rubble would have degraded long ago, even if we
could find it -- that tunnel was filled in by the City while you
were in the hospital."

"Darn... that would have been poetic justice, seeing him exposed
by his own blood from that place. Where else could we find a
blood sample.... I know! The blood test before the wedding -- that
*has* to have been the clone!"

The couple sat up, exchanging hopeful glances... but then Lois
sagged back onto the couch. "Darn it -- they don't keep the
samples after they test them, remember? We made sure of that
before *our* wedding. They don't do DNA analysis, either -- and
even if they did, the records could have been tampered with, the
same way that the police records have."

Clark smiled reassuringly. "It was a good idea, honey, and it
might be worth checking anyway. You never know...."

Lois smiled back -- a tired, frustrated smile, but a smile
nonetheless. "Okay," she said, "Blood looks to be a wash-out --
unless we get lucky. What else could we look for?"

"Hair would probably the easiest thing to find, if we had any
reason to believe that there was any out there to be found. I
don't imagine he's left samples of skin, tissue or bodily fluids
lying around...."

Clark's voice trailed off, but Lois didn't immediately notice
because something he had said earlier had struck a chord in her
mind. Something was trying to surface from her memory, but it
hadn't quite emerged when she was distracted by her husband
crying, "Wait a minute! *Tissue* samples...."

Lois came back to the here and now with a start. "What? Clark,
*what?*"

Clark was already up from the couch and looking around the room.
"Lois, where's that list of the murder victims?"

'Huh?' Not sure what this meant, but certain from Clark's manner
that it had to be important, she sat up and replied, "There's a
copy in my briefcase -- it's upstairs in the bedroom -- and
there's--" There was a *whoosh*, and Clark was handing her the
briefcase before she could finish her sentence: "--another one
on my laptop...."
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Lois rummaged around in the case, self-consciously clumsy in that
way that everyone is when being watched by someone impatient for
you to produce something in a hurry. Finally, or so it seemed to
her, she found the list and gave it to Clark. He took it from her
gently, thanked her while scanning it intensely -- his expression
closely resembled the one he got when he was using his heat vision,
but the paper didn't burst into flames -- and then lowered it and
stared into space for a while.

Lois was on tenterhooks as she watched her husband, but she said
nothing, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought. Eons
later, or so it seemed, he murmured something that sounded like,
"It could be. It just could be...." Lois heroically resisted the
impulse to throw something at him, but the effort, not to mention
the curiosity that was consuming her, must have shown in her
eyes, because Clark quickly sat down beside her and spread out
the list on her lap.

"Look, honey. We've got a total of 26 murders, right? Nine of the
victims we have identified as being people who bought, or tried
to buy, items from Luthor's collections at the auction after his
'death'; three more were major stockholders in former LexCorp
subsidiaries whose deaths conveniently allowed Luthor to regain
control of the companies while the wills were in probate, and we
know that he has since bought back the shares owned by those
victims.

"What we couldn't do is find a link between those twelve and the
rest of the victims, because they didn't have any connection with
either any of the other victims or with any of Luthor's former
property -- most of them couldn't afford it!

"What if we've been going about this all wrong? What if the link
is Luthor himself, rather than what he owns or owned?" He pointed
to some of the names on the list. "Look at what these guys do for
a living: Smith was a lab technician at police headquarters;
Andersen was a pathologist who did some work on the side for the
D.A.'s office; these two worked at Metro General, in the records
office and as a nurse; this one here was a celebrity barber!"

Again, Lois felt as though there was something that she ought to
remember, but before she could try to focus on it, Clark went on,
"Do you see, honey? If I'm right, then these... five, seven...
*ten* victims were killed because they'd had contact with
Luthor's DNA or with the records of it!"

Lois saw. And it made sense. Lex wouldn't stick at a few more
murders if they would cover his tracks; he was a great one for
being thorough, was Lex. But that still left....

"What about these four, Clark?" she asked, pointing to a cluster
of names at the bottom of the list. The four victims in question
were relatively recent additions, and they seemed to have even
less in common with the rest of the list than some of those whom
Clark had just talked about.

Clark shook his head. "You've got me there, sweetheart. I can't
see how an astronomer, an electrician, a physicist and an optical
technician fit into that pattern, even if two of them did work
for Luthor. But I still think that the rest of the names are
connected; maybe we'll find how these guys tie in once we get a
little further.

"And we *will* get further on this; I can feel it all starting
to come together...."

Lois agreed; she felt the same -- that fine, sharp tingle at the
back of the neck that indicated that a story was about to bust
wide open. What Clark hadn't said, but that both of them knew
full well, was that when things started to come together like
this was also when it was most dangerous....

                    *         *         *

Lindy Barrows unplugged her mobile phone from her newly-acquired
laptop computer and stashed them both into her travelling bag
before heading for the LexCorp executive travel reception
counter. As promised, Mr Luthor had e-mailed her that Owen
Preece, or at least the money that he'd taken from LIB, was now
to be found not in Ohio, but in a small town not far from
Decatur, Illinois. It didn't take long to arrange her flight to
Springfield -- on a company exec-jet, no less -- but that wasn't
surprising; LexCorp demanded top efficiency from all its
employees, and having personal orders from The Man himself only
made the staff even more eager to speed her through the departure
formalities.

Lindy had no direct knowledge of how her boss had managed to
track the cash, but she had a few ideas. It had to have something
to do with that LexTrace system, but, if so, then its
capabilities were rather more than what was common knowledge --
which was hardly surprising. From the phrasing of that e-mail,
she figured that it must have some way of locating the marked
money in real time, not merely by waiting for some bank out in
the boondocks to detect a marked bill and report it. Maybe the
dye gave off some kind of radiation that could be picked up by
satellites? Well, whatever, it certainly made Lindy's life easier
to know almost exactly where her quarry was -- and that other
little gadget in her case would help with that, too.

                    *         *         *

"Well, well, well.... Look who's in Lexy-boy's bad books.... I
knew bugging his e-mail system was a good idea!"

"What *now*, Alex?" muttered a weary Nick, just loud enough to
be heard.

"Remember Owen Preece, Chris' old boss? Seems he's done a runner
with 300 grand of the firm's cash, and Luthor ain't too happy
about it."

"'Done a runner', Alex? Have you been watching PBS again? And so
what? Why are you interested in him?"

"Of course I've been watching PBS; I get some of my best ideas
that way." 'Including one which is gonna be the final nail in
LexCorp's coffin.' "Why am I interested in him? Don't *you* find
it interesting that, straight after the guy who killed Chris is
arrested -- but *not* for Chris' murder -- LexCorp's IT Director
steals $300,000 and starts running? With Luthor's new not-so-tame
bloodhound, one Lindy Barrows, hot on his heels?

"Come over here and have a look at Ms Barrows, alias 'Lindsey
Bailey'. I managed to find a photo of her in the police files
when I was fixing the coroner's records of 'our' bodies. She was
arrested about the time we 'died', on suspicion of involvement
in Chris' murder, and breaking and entering -- into *my*
apartment!"

That got Nick's attention. He shook his head to clear it as he
got up from the sofa and came over to peer at the screen over his
brother's shoulder. "Kristos, Alex," he swore on seeing the mug
shot, "That could be the woman who was with O'Reilly...."

"I *thought* so!" Alex replied triumphantly. "I'm betting it was.
Take a look at this." He brought up the e-mail from Luthor that
Lindy had been reading at the airport. Nick read it, his eyes
widening as he absorbed the import of the message. "Think about
it, Nicky. We got a woman who was poking around my place after
we faked our deaths; she looks like the woman you saw with
O'Reilly when he killed Chris; and Lexy-boy gives her orders like
*that!* Unless he's got a whole team of female killers at his
beck and call, the smart money is on her being O'Reilly's
accomplice. *And* being equally guilty of killing Chris."

Nick stared at the picture on the screen, horrified. "What's she
doing out on the streets? Why isn't she locked up if the cops
arrested her?"

"What do you think? Luthor, of course! He got her a sharp lawyer,
the lawyer told her what to say, and she was scott-free in a
couple of hours."

Nick flopped back down on the sofa. Silence reigned in the room
for some time, until he hesitantly asked, "Should we do anything
about this?"

"What do you want to us to do? We're supposed to be *dead*,
remember? Which we will be for real, if little Lindy here lays
her eyes on either of us!"

Nick couldn't argue with that, but he wasn't happy about it.

"Look, Nicky, Preece is just gonna have to take his chances for
a *little* longer," Alex said. He held up one hand with the thumb
and forefinger about half an inch apart. "We are *this close* to
putting the kibosh on Luthor. If Preece can stay hidden for just
a few more days, he won't have to worry any more; Lexy-boy is
gonna have much bigger things to deal with than a guy who
embezzled a mere 300 grand."

"But it's not Luthor the guy has to worry about! If Luthor's
gonna be that tied up, do you think he'll bother calling off his
dogs? Come on, Alex, we can't just ignore this. Besides, how much
do you want to bet that Preece knows something about Chris'
death? He's probably the one who gave Chris the job of protecting
those damn files in the first place! Which means that he's on the
run for the same reason we are; we gotta help him somehow....

"What about telling those reporters? They know as much as we do--
more, probably -- about Chris' death, and they did let us go.
Maybe they can help him."

Alex thought about that. "Okay..." he said eventually. "Yeah,
okay." His fingers began to fly over the keyboard. Shortly
thereafter, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile.
"There you go, Nicky; one untraceable, encrypted e-mail off to
Lane and Kent, complete with a copy of everything that Luthor
told the lovely Ms Barrows, and a request that they do whatever
they can for Preece. That's about all *we* can do, and we've done
it. Now, what about some dinner?"

"Okay," agreed a somewhat relieved Nick. It was his turn to cook,
so he headed for the kitchen. Behind him, Alex sighed with
relief, closed the e-mail window and opened a new editing file. PBS
had indeed given him an idea, one so grand in its scope that it was
almost sublime in its sheer audacity, and he couldn't wait to begin
its creation. The computer prompted him for a name, and he halted
his typing, remaining motionless while he thought about it.
Finally, a shark-like grin spread over his face as he entered the
name -- the only possible name for *this* file, really.

LCKILLER.

                    *         *         *

"There it is, Mr Luthor. Checked, tested, documented as
surpassing the specs by a good 10 per cent, and ready to be
shipped. The boys at the Pentagon are gonna have a field day when
they get their hands on this baby!"

"I'm sure they will," Luthor replied coolly. 'That is, they would
if they were ever going to see this. And who knows, perhaps they
will -- *after* it's accomplished its real job.' "Very good,
Wright. I take it from what you say that the earlier... problems
have been ironed out."

"Oh, yeah, sir. That new power core was the answer; we hardly had
to touch anything else, once we got that fitted and working. The
extra performance came from that, nothing else; all we had to do
was make sure the focusing system could handle the increased
energy flux. And there's no way that we'll have a repeat of that
short that we had last December. Can't happen, not now."

"That's good to hear. Perhaps the delay, not to mention the
expense, will have been worthwhile." The "short" that Wright had
mentioned had been the biggest set-back in the development of the
machine resting on the stand in front of its owner. What should
have been a simple test, undertaken for security purposes in an
old, disused warehouse inhabited only by rats and a few of the
city's homeless, had turned into a fiasco when the power source
had malfunctioned, starting a fire. The fire was put out quickly
enough, and the building was no great loss anyway, but the need
to re-design the power core had set the project back by months
and cost tens of millions of dollars. Still, it was done now, and
that was what mattered.

"Pack it up and put it into maximum security storage until the
military are ready to collect it. Make sure that you keep track
of it; this is one crate that we don't want to lose. In fact,
send the details to my personal workstation. There's too much
hanging on this project to take chances."

"Yes, sir!" And with that, the men who had been standing around,
silently observing the exchange between the big shots, set to
work. They were well-paid and efficient, so the packing was done
in short order. Luthor watched for a while, then, once the crate
was sealed, left and headed back to the penthouse. 'At last!' he
thought, exultant. 'Mr Kent, your Nemesis awaits you.' Or,
rather, it *would*, once he, Lex Luthor, decided exactly where
and when his enemy would meet his ultimate, inescapable fate.

It had been a long and difficult road to this point, but it would
be worth it. The financial difficulties that LexCorp was
experiencing at present had been exacerbated, to say the least,
by the huge amounts siphoned off to fund this project over the
last year and a half, but that would no longer be a problem. With
more normal internal reserves, Luthor was certain that *his*
company was robust enough to withstand the efforts of their
mysterious attacker until he could find and eliminate -- or, just
possibly, recruit -- him or her, even if the hunt did not begin
in earnest until after his triumph over that meddling alien.

No, at the moment, the main question on Luthor's mind was what
to do about the members of the project team; should he have them
killed immediately, or wait until Kent was dead and he was
certain that their services were no longer required? He'd already
had to have some people connected with the project eliminated --
two members of the preliminary design team, and a scientist and
an outside contractor who had simply been too nosy for their own
good.

For once, the question answered itself, at least for the moment.
Ms Barrows was already engaged in dealing with Preece, so he
would have to wait for her return -- successful, he trusted --
before taking any steps in respect of the project staff. And, now
that he thought about it, it really did make sense to delay the
"risk management" until *after* the proof of the capability of
the team's creation; it was unlikely, but he might need them to
increase its power even more, and a wise man allowed for such
possibilities, however improbable.

The thought of Lindy Barrows reminded him: he must summon
Enrico's lawyer and check on the current status of his erstwhile
assistant. Enrico knew too much to be left undealt with.

                    *         *         *

To an outside observer, it might have seemed ever so slightly
uncanny. To anyone who worked in the Daily Planet newsroom, it
was nothing unusual -- for Lane and Kent, at least. An astounded
Lois looked up from her computer screen, just in time to meet the
gaze of her husband, who had raised his head to cast a startled
glance towards her in almost perfect synchronisation.

Lois was fairly sure that her expression matched his, so there
was no need to ask what he was looking so surprised about. She
cocked her head, indicating the conference room; he nodded, spent
a few seconds closing down something on his screen -- and Lois
could guess what -- and got up and headed that way; she was right
behind him, pausing only to blank her screen and transfer her
server connection to the conference room machine.

Once they were inside and the door safely closed behind them, the
couple just stood and looked at each other for several moments.
Neither spoke, because all they could think of to say were silly
things like, "Did you read what I read?" Finally, as the silence
began to stretch to the point of discomfort, Lois sat down at the
computer, turned it on and brought up that astonishing e-mail
message. "How the *heck* did Alex get hold of this?" she asked
softly, disbelievingly, the question addressed more to herself
than to Clark.

"I have *no* idea, honey," Clark replied, equally softly, coming
over to lean over her shoulder. "Unless his reputation as a
hacker -- and that jail term -- were well-earned. This looks like
he's tapped into Luthor's private e-mail system... and the mind
boggles at what he'd have to do, to do *that* and get away with
it! And I thought Jimmy was good...."

Lois said nothing, but went to work on the computer, entering a
standard search request for information on Lindy Barrows. It
didn't take long before the response came, but there wasn't much
of interest to see -- except for the photo.

"Well, well...." Clark said grimly. "'Lindsey Bailey', I
presume."

Lois looked up at Clark with wide, troubled eyes. "Clark, we've
got to do something to help Owen Preece. Bailey-- Barrows--
*whatever* her name is, this woman knows almost exactly where he
is, and I *don't* think she's on her way to Illinois to ask him
politely to give back that money!"

There was no answer to that, so Clark didn't make one. Instead,
he stood up and stared off into space for a minute, lost in
thought. Lois, watching, noticed that his mouth began to tighten
slightly -- a sure sign of bad news. "What is it, sweetheart?"
she whispered gently.

Clark turned a troubled countenance towards her. "You're right,"
he said. "We do need to help Preece. Which means that we need to
get to Decatur as soon as we can. Except that I can't figure out
how... *we* can go. What about Laura? We can't just take off and
leave her, but I don't want to have to fly off by myself and
leave you... um, holding the baby -- if you'll excuse the
expression...."

Lois had to stifle a laugh at the unintentional pun, which wasn't
too hard. She had been dreading this moment. In the time since
Laura's birth -- almost a year now -- the new parents had dealt
with the huge changes in their lives that having a child brought.
They'd coped with an awful lot in that year -- everything from
night-time feedings to the custody fight to having to deal with
each other's feelings (*and* bodies!) when Superman was needed
-- but the one thing that parenthood *hadn't* done was to break
up "Lane & Kent". Sure, they worked separately when one or other
of them was at home looking after Laura, but when they were both
at work, they were a team.

Until now, it seemed. Someone had to find Preece, but they
couldn't both hare off to Illinois when they had a little girl
to look after -- which meant that Clark would be the one to go
while she stayed home. The stereotypical sexism of the situation
would have infuriated Lois, except that she had worked that out
of her system during the Trifyllis case; if Clark went after
Preece and Barrows while she remained behind to look after their
child, it would be for purely practical reasons. What she hated
was the precedent: if this could happen once, it could happen
again and again. And neither Lois nor Clark looked forward to a
future in which that was the case.

However, Lois was not one to let problems like this go
unchallenged. 'What we need is a little lateral thinking....
Maybe we could take Laura with us? Nah... unless we borrowed
Martha and Jonathan's RV? No, we'd still have to leave her by
herself for long periods. Unless....'

"Clark..." she cooed, a small smile spreading across her face,
"Do you think your parents would like to visit Decatur?"
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It took Lois a few minutes to convince Clark that it would be
possible to turn a story-hunting trip into a family outing,
requiring only the co-operation of Laura's paternal grandparents,
but he finally agreed that it was worth a try -- under certain
*strict* guidelines, designed to keep the senior Kents and their
grand-daughter as far away as possible from any danger.
Fortunately, Lois argued, "Superman Express" would simplify that
enormously.

Clark suggested that, in that case, maybe it wasn't necessary for
his parents to make the trip; he could fly Lois there and back
just as quickly, whether it was from his parents' RV or from
Metropolis, but Lois disagreed: if he was called away for some
reason, like the proverbial Indian monsoon floods, she'd be able
to get across town, or even to the next town if he was going to
insist on keeping his family at a distance, *far* more easily
than she could get home to New Troy from the wilds of Illinois!

Once again, Clark had to agree. He knew when to quit; he was sure
that his folks would be only too happy to join in the fun --
'Fun? Oh, boy....' -- and Lois' idea, classic Lane thinking that
it was, would let them work together... and this might just help
put Luthor away for good. So, there was only one thing to do:
"Close the blinds, honey."

The sudden change of subject bewildered Lois, but she got up to
do it... and Clark went into over-drive. By the time she had
closed one set of blinds, he'd done the rest and was sitting at
the computer, typing furiously. Fortunately, the conference room
machine had recently been upgraded, because Clark was pushing it
to its limits in respect of operating speed. Windows opened and
closed at a mad rate, and lines of text flowed across the screen
non-stop. Even with the upgrade, the computer gave out the
occasional pathetic beep as its input buffer overflowed.

About 30 seconds later, he was done. "Right," he said, sitting
back in the chair, "That's all our current stories finished or
up-to-date. Now let's go see Perry and tell him we'll be out of
his hair for a couple of days."

'Out of his hair....' Lois froze, her mind working furiously.
What *was* it about that phrase? She'd been trying to remember
something for a couple of days now; she didn't know what, only
that it was important and that she kept getting distracted before
she could really concentrate. This time, though, she was
determined to catch this elusive memory. She closed her eyes and
began a breathing exercise designed to help her shut out the
world, and let her mind float free.

'Oh, my God.... Of *course!*' Her eyes snapped open scanned the
room for Clark. Finding him, she reached out to grab his
shoulders and said frantically, "Clark, we've got to go home.
Now!"

"Huh? Honey, what is it? What about Preece?"

"Never mind Preece -- this is important!" Lois hissed; it would
have been a snarl, but she was trying to keep her voice down.
Clark looked shocked, and she relented when she realised why.
"Oh, I don't mean it like that, Clark, but this is *more*
important! Really. If I'm right, we might have just what we've
been looking for--" She paused, and Clark could almost see the
wheels turning. "--*and* it'll help Preece; all we'll have to do
is take care of this hit-woman, and he'll be safe. A crook, but
still safe...."

Lois dragged an unresisting, albeit rather bewildered Clark out
of the conference room, out of the newsroom and out of the
building. The trip to Hyperion Avenue was one of the shortest on
record, even counting those made in a super-hurry, and Lois had
barely parked the Jeep before charging into the townhouse and
racing up the stairs. Clark, who got to "tidy up" after Whirlwind
Lane -- lock up the car, close the front door, that sort of thing
-- was just in time to see his wife disappear up the ladder into
the attic.

Puzzled, he followed her, pausing in the hatchway to watch as
Lois frantically rummaged in an old cardboard box that he
recognised from when she moved into his apartment after their
wedding. Judging by the freshly-torn tape and ripped sides, it
hadn't been opened since it was sealed up, nearly three years
ago. What on Earth could be in there to set Lois off like this?

Whatever it was, she didn't seem able to find it. He could hear
her mutter under her breath, "Where is it, where is it..." as she
tossed the box's contents to the four corners of the room. Clark
lowered his glasses and took an x-ray peek into the box. Lois was
about half-way down by now, but he still couldn't guess what she
was looking for; nothing he could see looked out of the ordinary
in any way.

But then she yelled a delighted, "YES!" and grabbed something
>from inside the box. Not with her hand, though; whatever it was,
she wasn't touching it directly, picking it up instead inside a
clean handkerchief. Once she got the mysterious object out of the
box, she punched the air with the hand holding the handkerchief,
her face gleefully triumphant-- and finally noticed the bemused
figure of her husband leaning against the hatch frame, a
quizzical look on his face.

He didn't need to ask what this was all about -- or, at least,
to put it into so many words; the question was obvious from his
entire manner -- because Lois started to explain in an
enthusiastic torrent: "I found it, Clark, I *found* it! It's just
what we need, it'll show him for what he is, once and for all --
just look--" She held it out to him, but then suddenly snatched it
back before he could take it. "No, wait, it's better if you don't
touch it-- *I* shouldn't touch it, either; that's why I'm using
the handkerchief-- but then it's gonna be hard to open it this
way. Clark, do you know where those silk glove liners are-- or,
better yet, what about those disposable surgical gloves Daddy
gave us when Laura was born-- as though I couldn't bear to touch
my own daughter, even when she does need a diaper change--"

"Hold it, Lois, hold it..." broke in a laughing Clark. 'Babble,
thy name is Lane,' he thought, stifling a further guffaw, 'and
long may it be so.' He took a step backwards, off the ladder, and
the familiar *whoosh* could be heard. To Lois, he just seemed
to... *flicker* -- but when the flicker stopped, he was carrying
a pair of thin rubber gloves, and wearing another pair himself.

"Oh, thanks, Clark," she said, carefully putting the handkerchief
down. But before taking what she'd asked for, she went back to
the box and scrabbled around in it for a few seconds, eventually
pulling out an old, torn envelope. Only after putting that down
next to the handkerchief did she come over to put on the gloves.

Now suitably gloved, she picked up the handkerchief and the
envelope and followed Clark down the ladder and back down the
stairs to the living room. Once there, sitting next to her
husband on the couch, she placed it on the coffee table and at
last unwrapped it to reveal....

...another box. A red velvet jewellery box, to be exact.

Clark looked at his wife. "Lois, why the fuss about touching
*that?*"

It took her a moment to respond, as engrossed in staring at the
box as she was. "What?" she yelped. "Oh -- I'm just trying to be
careful, sweetheart. See, if I'm right, what's in here is the
answer to all our problems with Lex, and I just want to make sure
that no-one can say that we've tampered with it...."

"Go on," Clark replied, his voice low and serious.

She made to open the box, but couldn't seem to do it -- or was
it that she didn't *want* to do it? Neither of them said anything
until Lois finally met Clark's eyes and said, somewhat bashfully,
"Clark, can you use your vision gizmo on this? I-- I-- you'll
think I'm crazy, but I'm scared to open it; there's too much
riding on what's inside, and I want to be *sure* that Lex's
lawyers can't say that we faked this."

Clark reached out to touch her face in their special way. His
hand felt odd in the glove, but the touch and what it conveyed
were what they had always been -- and just what Lois needed at
that moment. "No, Lois," he said, their gazes still locked, "I
don't think you're crazy. I won't tell you what I *do* think you
are, because we'd get distracted -- and, as much as I love them,
now is not the time for those kinds of distractions. I think
you're being sensible, and careful -- and, knowing you, probably
brilliant! Okay, you hold that for me and turn it around so that
I can get a look at what's inside from every angle -- if I need
to?"

Lois wasn't sure if he'd need to or not, so she did rotate the
box on the palm of her hand after Clark took off his glasses and
began to look. After a few moments, he asked her to turn the box
over, which she did. Finally, he whistled in... was it amazement?
and met her eyes again.

Inside the box was a locket, and inside *that*... but that wasn't
what had caught Clark's attention or caused the whistle. The
locket itself looked to be an antique -- about 130 years old, if
Clark was right -- but was surprisingly plain in design. It was
oval-shaped, with a flat, plain gold back, featureless except for
some engraving, and an egg-shaped front made of a jet-black semi-
precious stone. 'Literally jet black,' Clark thought; he was no
mineralogist, but that looked like jet itself.

"You want to tell me about this?" he asked, his words half
question and half statement.

"Well, you see, Lex gave me this as a 'pre-wedding present'. It's
supposed to be very old and *very* rare--"

"It's that, all right," Clark interrupted. "Lois, do you know
what this is?"

"It's a locket," she answered, wondering at his interest. "Just
some old antique Lex found in an auction catalogue. I didn't like
it much, but it was expensive and that's all he cared about. What's
important is what's *in* it--"

"Lois...." Clark stopped her again. "This is no ordinary locket.
Luthor wasn't kidding when he said it was rare: I doubt if there
were ever more than a couple of these made, and I'd be surprised
if any of them were alike. If you look on the back, you'll see
some engraving; it's fairly worn now, but still clear. There's
just two letters: 'VR'."

Lois didn't get it. "Virtual Reality?"

Clark laughed. "No, honey. 'Victoria Regina.' I think this locket
may have belonged to Queen Victoria once."

Lois' eyebrows shot up and she looked at the box with new
respect. Clark reached out and gently turned her hand so that the
bottom of the box was towards him; a quick x-ray check confirmed
his suspicions. "Yeah," he said thoughtfully, "if you look on the
inside of the front of the locket, there's some more engraving:
another 'VR', but this one's intertwined with the letter 'A'."

"A for Albert?"

"Yeah," Clark repeated. "I reckon that's what's called a mourning
locket, made for the Queen after her husband died. I've seen one
like it in the British Museum." Then he stopped and snorted in
disgust. "Typical Luthor. It's unique and it's valuable --
priceless, even -- so never mind what it was intended as. What
kind of man gives his...." His voice tightened; even after five
years, and nearly three years of marriage, he still hated
thinking of Lois being engaged to Luthor. "...wife-to-be a
*mourning* locket?"

"One with a gigantic ego," Lois said dryly. She knew that
thinking of that time still hurt Clark -- she didn't like it much
herself -- but they *had* to think about it now, because in that
horrible period of their lives, and in the small box in her hand,
lay the key to the downfall of the man who had *made* it so
horrible.

"One with an ego so big that only something fit for a queen would
do for *his* bride," she went on sneeringly, "and one who thought
he -- *and* she -- were so much better than everyone else that
'mere royalty' should feel themselves honoured to be replaced by
us! Which is why he threw out the lock of hair that was in the
locket when he bought it and put one of his own in there instead
-- for me to *treasure*." The last word was so sarcastic in tone
that it could have peeled paint.

"What?" cried Clark. He knew that the hair inside the locket,
pressed down behind a piece of transparent rock crystal, must
have been important, but somehow he hadn't expected *this*. "You
mean--"

"I mean that I watched Lex -- or his clone, because this happened
well after he was supposed to have been replaced by the clone --
cut a lock of his hair and place it in that locket, sealing it
in with a piece of specially-cut rock crystal... and it's been
there ever since! I only wore the thing the once, when he gave
it to me, and after Lex's suicide, I stuffed it in the back of
a drawer and forgot about it! I think this is the first time I've
even *seen* it since then -- didn't my mother pack up that
dresser for us? Or was it Martha?"

Now Clark's brows were up. Was it possible? Was the evidence that
they needed to expose Luthor right there in that small box? He
shook his head to help fight down the hope that had surged inside
him, and forced himself to think about this, rationally and
(hopefully) objectively. Lois had the right idea: they could have
The Answer, but it would be worthless if it wouldn't stand up in
court.

"Okay, honey," he said slowly, "let's take this one step at a
time -- just like a story." 'Oh, it's gonna be a story, all
right... I hope.' "Did anyone else see this?"

"No," Lois replied, matching his mood, and determination. "No,
it all happened in the penthouse, and not even Asabi or Nigel was
there -- and they'd hardly be reliable witnesses. But, Clark, we
*can* prove that it must have been the clone. The auction didn't
take place until *after* the clone was supposed to have taken
over." She put the box down and picked up the papers in the
envelope that she'd found earlier. "Look, this is the provenance
that came with the locket. I didn't bother to look at it, but I
remember Lex saying that I should keep it safe so that the
locket's... what did he say? -- 'value and authenticity', that
was it -- would be maintained. I kept it with the locket, but
that's it."

Clark quickly looked through the papers, and Lois was right --
not that he'd doubted her, but here was documentary proof. The
'clone' was the one who had bought the locket, and it had lain
forgotten in Lois' dresser and in the packing container ever
since -- which meant that if DNA analysis showed that the hair
came from Lex Luthor....

'No, hold it, Kent. "One step at a time," remember? I think we've
got the true origin of the hair sewn up; now, what can the
lawyers do to challenge it, and how can we forestall them?
Hmmm....'

Clark took the jewellery box and looked at it again, both with
and without super-vision -- and then it hit him. "Oh, boy..." he
murmured. His head snapped around to face his wife, who was also
deep in thought. "Lois, we've got to get this to a lab right
away."

Now it was Clark's turn to be fired with a sudden need to *move*.
He jumped up, grabbed Lois' hand and hauled her, gently but
irresistibly, to her feet.

"We going to see Dr Klein?" Lois asked, caught up in his urgency
as she picked up and re-packed her bag, tossed carelessly in the
direction of the sofa as she had charged for the attic.

"Nope. I think we need to see Inspector Henderson first, and
he'll probably want the police lab to do it. Maybe we could ask
him to get Dr Klein to watch, just to make sure they do it
right...."

"Maybe. Now, would you mind telling me what this is all about?"

"Oh, sure, sweetheart," Clark said as they headed out the door,
sounding almost surprised that he hadn't already done so. "It's
really very simple...."

                    *         *         *

As it turned out, Dr Klein was the one who did the tests after
all, with a police forensic scientist (a trusted friend of
Henderson's) as assistant and observer. This wasn't even unusual;
the Metro PD lab didn't have the advanced equipment that STAR
Labs had at its disposal, so it was standard procedure for work
requiring anything out of the ordinary to be farmed out. It
seemed crazy to the cops that the city was prepared to pay for
outside work rather than spend less money for a decently equipped
lab at Headquarters, but try to explain that to the bean-
counters....

The particular tests that were wanted in this case didn't take
long, although it seemed like centuries to Lois and Clark. By
contrast, Henderson, used to the slower pace of the over-worked
MPD staff, was pleasantly surprised when the results came through
so "soon".
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"Well, that's it," said Bernard Klein in his usual matter-of-fact
tone. "It's pretty conclusive. Based on dendro-chronologically-
corrected carbon-14 tests, backed up by pollen identification,
shed-skin cell age samples and an ozone isotope count, I can
state that that box hasn't been opened since the middle of 1994.
And the airtight seal under the rock crystal hasn't been broken
for even longer."

"Is that right, George?" asked Henderson, as Lois and Clark held
their breath.

"Count on it, Bill," was the reply from the police scientist.
"Bernie here didn't miss a trick. Any one of those tests would
stand up in court, the way he did them, but *four?* Solid as a
rock! I'd be prepared to swear to their accuracy on a stack of
Bibles that even Superman would have trouble lifting."

"Is that what you wanted?" asked Dr Klein. Then he noticed Lois
and Clark, locked in an ecstatic clinch. "I guess it was."

"Break it up, you two!" Henderson barked after a while. "We're
not finished yet!" As the two reporters sheepishly disentangled
themselves, the Inspector turned back to the scientists. "How
long will that DNA test take?"

"It's not gonna be quick, Bill," George answered, "Not at the
level of accuracy that we're gonna need, not even with STAR Labs'
latest and greatest sequencer/analyzer on the case -- and that's
*some* machine, let me tell you! This is not some quick-and-dirty
ID check; we could do *that* by tomorrow morning with what
they've got here! What we need is a detailed sequence profile
that we can check for frog DNA and then use as a reference for
when we get hold of a sample from... the suspect. And that will
take time -- a heck of a lot less than it used to, but we're
still talking about... oh, about a week, Bernie?"

Dr Klein nodded in agreement. Henderson looked impressed. "That's
good," he said, sounding as though he meant it. A strangled noise
came from one side, and he looked over at an astonished Lois.
"That *is* good, Lane. This sort of thing used to take over a
month to do properly, if you want it to stand up in court. Still
does, just about anywhere else in the world; we're lucky to have
STAR Labs."

He looked at his watch, and then back at Klein. "Let me know as
soon as you've got the results. Doesn't matter when -- any time,
day or night; I need to know ASAP."

The scientists agreed and left, lapsing into shop talk as they
went. The inspector turned back to Lois and Clark. "So far, so
good. I'm gonna head back to Headquarters and start compiling the
charge list, so if the DNA checks out--"

"You mean *when*," Lois stated positively.

"*If* it checks out," Henderson repeated, "I'll be all ready to
sit on Judge Black's doorstep five minutes later to get a warrant
and an order to take a DNA swab. Now, keep a lid on this! I don't
mind giving you an exclusive once Luthor is behind bars, but any
leaks could wreck the whole case."

"Don't worry about that," Clark assured him. "We're just as
interested in making sure this goes over smoothly as you are.
What are you going to charge him with?"

"The easy ones first, huh, Kent? This is gonna have the D.A.'s
office running around in circles once it gets out! What's the
legal status of a convicted felon who's been pardoned, only it
wasn't *him* who was convicted, it was someone that he was
pretending to be -- but he wasn't pretending at the time, just
later when he was pardoned--! Don't ask me; I'm only a cop.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter, at least not to begin with. I've got
plenty of things that I can charge him with without needing to
worry about double jeopardy -- once I've got the evidence, that
is. Obstruction of justice; perjury -- and then there's all those
charges that were never brought against the 'clone', 'cause he
was thought to be dead! Abduction -- of you, Lane; conspiracy to
impersonate a public official -- to wit, the President of the
United States; assault and battery; attempted murder; arson....
It'll be enough to keep Mr Luthor and his lawyers occupied while
the courts figure out whether any sentence he gets on *those*
charges will be on top of the ones he already got four years
ago!"

On that note, they began to leave. Henderson hung back a little
and, when Lois wasn't watching, motioned to Clark to do likewise.
Lois didn't notice and dived out of the front entrance, heading
for the Jeep.

Once she was outside, the Inspector drew Clark over to one side
and muttered quietly, "Do me a favour, Kent -- keep your eye on
that wife of yours. I don't know whether she realises it, but she
is the key to this whole clone-impersonation thing. Lane is the
*only* witness who can say that the hair in that locket came from
the so-called clone's head. Without her, all Luthor's lawyers
have to do is claim that the clone put a lock of the real
Luthor's hair in there -- to cover its back, maybe. I know it
sounds crazy, but crazier things than that have come up in court.

"So stay close to Lane, and keep her out of trouble -- if that's
possible. And if you see Superman, maybe you could ask him to
keep an eye on her, too."

"Don't worry, Inspector," Clark replied. "Both Superman and I
will do our best to keep Lois safe. For what it's worth, we're
gonna be out of town for a couple of days on a related story, so
that should help us keep a low profile for a while. You've got
our mobile numbers, so call us if you need us -- and do it anyway
when you get the warrant. Lois will *kill* you if we don't get
that exclusive on Luthor's arrest!"

Henderson nodded in agreement, grinning in spite of himself as
Clark left to join the subject of their discussion. The detective
watched him go, sobering quickly. So much hung on the testimony
of Lois Lane, and he was worried. "Superman *and* Kent... I just
hope that's gonna be enough to keep Lane whole," he murmured.

                    *         *         *

Alex blinked tired eyes as he closed the window containing the
LCKILLER code. It was shaping nicely, but he needed a break.
Unfortunately, it was the middle of the night and Nick was
asleep, which rather limited his options in the way of
relaxation. He'd probably done enough for tonight, but he wasn't
sleepy at all; what could he do to help wind down before
crashing?

'What does any good hacker do for relaxation?' he thought. 'We
hack!' "Let's take a look at My Favourite Murderer...."

He quickly called up Enrico O'Reilly's records from the
Metropolis Prison medical database. "Oh, dearie, dearie me..."
he murmured in falsetto as he scanned the list of medications
that Enrico was receiving. "Poor Eeyore's having trouble
sleeping. Must be a guilty conscience... well, I can help you
with that, you bastard!

"Just a little dose of Dr Trifyllis' Wonder Guilt Reliever, and
all those awful secrets that are keeping you awake at night will
be gone -- they won't be secret any more! The cops will know all
about what you've done for your boss... and won't Lexy-boy enjoy
being questioned over that! I don't imagine that they'll arrest
him for it -- not yet, but that'll change... once he doesn't own
so much as the clothes he's wearing!"

Smiling vindictively, Alex set to work on the medication list,
making occasional reference to a print-out of an article that
he'd found on the "New Troy Pharmaceutical Journal" web-site
while idly net-surfing one day. He added a new drug here, changed
another to a slightly different formulation there.... The end
result was a list that was remarkably like the original, but the
drugs thereon wouldn't do much to help Enrico sleep; what they
*would* do was to react with one another once in his bloodstream
to produce a kind of inhibition remover -- a truth serum, if you
will. Once it took hold, for the next few days, Enrico O'Reilly
would answer *any* question that anyone put to him, in graphic
and tedious detail. The big problem for anyone interrogating him
would be to shut him up!

                    *         *         *

Lindy Barrows pulled her car over to the side of the road and
reached behind her to bring her travelling bag onto the front
seat. It had been stupid to put it the back in the first place,
but force of habit could make one do a lot of stupid things.

Now that she was away from the airport, she pulled out the laptop
and her mobile phone and connected them as she had done back in
Metropolis. In moments, she was connected to her e-mail service,
but there were no new messages awaiting her. This was good news;
it meant that Preece-- okay, the money, but Lindy couldn't
imagine him leaving that behind -- hadn't left that small town.
This astonished her: with all that money, she'd have been out of
the country like a peregrine falcon with its tail on fire.
Instead, Preece had made his way to that hick burg, presumably
to lie low until the heat was off.

Rather naive of him, really, to think that the heat would *ever*
be off. You didn't steal *anything* from Lex Luthor and expect
him to forget about it, and especially not 300,000 bucks at a
time when LexCorp was short of cash. Actually, it was odd that
Preece had taken so little; either he wasn't very greedy, or he'd
only stolen as much as he though he could get away with. Maybe he'd
thought that a relatively small amount wouldn't be missed.... Fat
chance.

Okay, so she had her target located in broad terms; once she got
there, it would be time to narrow her search down -- and that was
the job of that other useful little gadget in her bag. Yet
another of the latest high-tech wonders to have come out of
LexLabs, it had been nicknamed the Tricorder, and its job was to
help in pinpointing leaks and unwanted emissions of any
detectable substance from the outside. This it did by combining
one or more sensors, the appropriate ones being simply plugged
in as needed, with an extremely accurate satellite navigation
system, enabling the location of the sensor readings to be
plotted with great precision.

This particular Tricorder, the first of a special production
batch for LexCorp Security Division, was set up to detect the
LexTrace dye. It also had the latest GPS software from the
Communications Division, which was rumoured to be so accurate
that the Pentagon had set up a black project to study ways of
misleading it. That didn't matter to Lindy; what did matter was
that this not-so-little black box would enable her to track the
stolen money, and where the money was, she would find Owen
Preece.

Unfortunately, the dye sensor, however it worked, had a pretty
short range, so she'd have to cruise around Hickburg until she
got a sniff. That shouldn't take too long -- the town wasn't
exactly big -- and once she did, that would be one more loose end
tied up for the boss.

Lindy put the car into gear and headed towards the town, the
Tricorder resting on the seat beside her. In just a few hours,
she could begin her hunt.

                    *         *         *

The RV trundled into town at a leisurely pace, three of its
occupants casting interested glances about themselves at the
familiar-seeming surroundings while the fourth one frowned at a
map... and the fifth dozed comfortably in her carry-cot. To
Martha, Jonathan and Clark, it all seemed comfortably home-like;
this was Illinois, not Kansas, but some things about a small town
were universal. To Lois, of course, this meant that she was once
again in the equivalent of uncharted wilderness, but at least
this time she had three interpreters to help her deal with the
natives.

"Uncharted" seemed to be an appropriate adjective just at the
moment, too, because she was having a hard time making anything
she could see through the windows of the RV correspond to what
was supposed to be there, according to the map. It was infuriating;
here they were, barely half-an-hour's drive (if that) from Decatur
-- a respectable, if small, outpost of civilisation -- and already
she could have been sailing up the Zambesi for all the use this
blasted map was!

'Why do people in these places try to *hide* everything?' she
thought, exasperated, as she searched for a street sign, a
recognisable feature like a town hall-- *anything* that would give
her some idea of where she was, so that she could find their way to
the camping ground which they were planning to use as a base.

"Having trouble, honey?" Clark asked, recognising the signs.

"No, no, of course not-- *yes!*" Lois replied, at first
determined, as ever, to prove that she could deal with anything,
and then deciding that maybe it wasn't worth the effort, not when
she had her "native guides" to help. "Here," she said, passing
over the map, "You're the small-town expert, farm boy; *you* work
out where the heck we are!"

"O-kay," he said, annoyingly cheerful at the prospect. He looked
at the map for a moment or two, then outside again. Lois watched
him, thoroughly fed-up, in the firm expectation that he would
immediately have the answer and proceed to tell Martha, who was
driving just then, where to go... but nothing happened. Clark
frowned and glanced down at the map, then raised his head and
looked around, turning in his seat to see behind him.

"I see why you were having trouble," he said dryly. "Think I'll
have to cheat a little." He lowered his glasses slightly and cast
another glance around; to an outside observer, it would have
looked no different to his previous one, but the adults in the
RV knew better.

"There we go..." Clark said after a few moments. "Mom, turn right
down by the church."

'Thank heavens for super-vision,' thought Lois. For, once they'd
located themselves on the map -- or, rather, once they'd realised
that the map wasn't worth the paper it was printed on, and Clark
told Martha how to get where they wanted to go -- it was only a
few minutes until they arrived at the camping ground.

The owner was a friendly soul, particularly after he'd discovered
that the Kents came from Kansas (Lois kept her mouth shut, and
no-one corrected the man's erroneous impression). He laughed when
Jonathan mentioned their map troubles, saying that the company
who published it were notorious for that sort of thing locally;
it seemed that they'd got their hands on an old, inaccurate
survey and based their maps on it. The errors had been pointed
out dozens of times, but the company didn't want to go to the
expense of drawing fresh maps -- at least until they'd sold all
of the old ones. They got away with it because there wasn't a lot
of out-of-state traffic around here -- what went through the county
almost never ventured off the expressways -- and the locals knew
where they were, anyway.

His tale got Lois' dander up, and she began to mutter about
exposes of rural con artists. Clark agreed privately, but that
was for later; right now, he saw an opportunity to turn the
conversation to some practical use. "If that's the case, someone
we know might have had the same problem recently," he said
casually. "I don't suppose you've met Owen Preece, by any
chance?"

Clark turned to Lois. "You remember Owen, honey. Used to work in
computers, until he came into that... windfall and retired."

Lois played along. "Of course I remember Owen. One day, he
announced that he was leaving, and next thing we knew, he was off
touring the world. But he always wanted to see this country
first. Last we heard, he was around these parts," she informed
the camp owner. "That was one of the reasons *we* came here; he
made it sound so peaceful that we thought we'd take a look
ourselves. Actually, he seemed to like it so much that we
wondered if he was going to stop here for a while. You ever run
into him?"

The owner didn't think so, but then, the camp kept him pretty
busy. If they wanted to know that sort of thing, they should ask
Verity Marshall; she not only ran the town's only real estate
company, she was the biggest snoop and gossip in the county. If
*anyone* round here knew this Preece fella, it'd be Verity.

Lois and Clark exchanged significant glances. Martha thanked
their loquacious host and drove the RV to the designated site.
Clark was pleased to see that it was not only close to the
communal facilities, it also backed onto a hedge that would
provide excellent cover for super-departures and -arrivals.

Meantime, Martha had been thinking. "Well, it looks like you've
got your first lead," she said as she parked. "Do you want to
head into town and see this Mrs Marshall while Jonathan and I set
up camp with Laura? Oh, wait-- how are you going to go into town
if we've got the van? Should we all come with you?"

"Don't worry, Mom. We weren't planning to use the van. We don't
want to strand you, and the whole point of having you along is
to have somewhere separate from our investigation where we know
Laura will be safe and well looked after. We'll..." He made the
flying hand-signal. "...into town, and if it looks like we'll be
here for a while, we'll go to Decatur and rent a car. It'll be
less noticeable if we have to stake out some place, anyway."

"Oh. Okay, honey." Martha sounded disappointed -- and probably
was, if Clark knew his mother. Nonetheless, he didn't want his
parents involved in this. He would have preferred that *Lois*
wasn't involved, since she was so vital to exposing Luthor's
clone story, but he knew better than to suggest that she stay
here while he saw what he could get out of Mrs Marshall. The
*real* reason that his parents were there, the reason behind the
reason that he'd just described to them, was so that Lane and
Kent could work together, and that was that.

Naturally, with that settled in his mind, Fate intervened, in the
form of a call on his cellphone a few minutes later. Somewhat
surprised, he pulled it out of his hip pocket and answered,
"Clark Kent speaking."

"Kent, this is Henderson. Does this 'related story' of yours have
anything to do with that supposed series of murders that you and
Lane have been hassling Homicide about for months?"

"Well... yeah. We think we know who's next on the list, and we're
trying to stop him becoming victim number 27."

Henderson grunted. For just a moment, he thought about suggesting
that the reporters let the local police (wherever they were)
know, but remembered who he was talking to -- or, rather, who
Clark's partner was -- and decided not to waste his breath. "Is
that gonna take long?"

"We don't know -- why?"

"Because I could really use you here now-- *you*, Kent! I want
Lane to lie low as much as possible. Remember Enrico O'Reilly?"

'All too well,' Clark thought. 'He nearly killed both Lois and
me. If Nick Trifyllis hadn't switched us back into the right
bodies....' "What about him?"

"Someone in the prison hospital slipped him a Mickey, and he's
confessed to almost all those murders, and he says they were all
done on Luthor's orders. It's not admissible evidence, but it's
one hell of a lead! The thing is, since no-one in Homicide
thought that *all* these killings were connected, the facts are
scattered around in over two dozen files, and it's gonna take
days, if not weeks, to pull them all together -- but you two have
been working on them, too, so I thought you might have what I
need. Is there any chance that you can get over to Headquarters
and let me have a look at what you've got?"

Clark had to stop and think. It would be easy for him to return
to Metropolis to give Henderson a copy of their files, but that
would mean leaving Lois. On the other hand, this could be their
chance to tie Luthor to those killings, and Clark wanted him to
pay for as many of his crimes as could be proven in a court of
law. Besides, having Luthor face as many charges as possible
would keep both him and his lawyers busy, so there'd be less
chance that they could challenge the DNA tests.

"Hang on a second, Inspector," he said, hitting the privacy
switch on the 'phone. Lois was, naturally, staring at him with
unabashed curiosity. "Honey, it's Henderson-- *no*, the DNA tests
aren't finished yet," he said, forestalling the obvious question
which he could see her gearing up to ask. "Nothing so straight-
forward. It's O'Reilly -- he's still in the prison infirmary, but
he's been drugged by somebody, and he's confessing to all the
murders! And that he did them on orders from Luthor! Henderson
wants me to give him a copy of our files so that he can save time
relating them all."

Lois' face was a study in varied emotion: joy, astonishment,
laughter, triumph, confusion -- all were there, and a few more
besides. She also understood what this meant in terms of their
immediate situation. "Go," she said firmly. When he hesitated,
she shooed him with her hands. "Go! And you can drop me in town
on your way."

That *really* made him hesitate, but Lois was expecting it.
"Please, Clark. You've *got* to go back to Metropolis; Henderson
*needs* our files. Just think, this could be the break-through
that we've been waiting for. This could be our best chance to put
Lex in prison -- and once he's locked up, the whole clone thing
can be worked out at our leisure -- or Dr Klein's.

"Don't worry about me. I know Henderson's got you worried, and
I know why, but I *will* be careful. I'm only going to talk to
Mrs Marshall, and then I'll come straight back and wait for you--
I *will*, even if she knows where Preece is. But I do need to go,
and go now, and so do you."

Clark wasn't happy, but he couldn't argue. Somehow, it didn't
surprise him that Lois had realised what Henderson had said to
him about her; he could only hope that it would make her that
extra bit more careful -- but he doubted it. However, there was
nothing he could do; she was right, and they both needed to get
going.

Sighing, he told Henderson that he'd be there as soon as possible
-- which ought to be in less than an hour if he could "arrange
a lift." Henderson said he'd be waiting.

Clark walked round behind the RV and spun into the suit. Lois was
right there, and he scooped her up and they shot into the sky.

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"Ahhhhhh...."

Nick looked up from the magazine he was reading as the sound of
Alex's long, satisfied sigh filled the room.

"Look at that..." Alex murmured, his eyes fixed on the code on
his screen. "What a lovely sight. There it is... the end of
LexCorp, just waiting for me to press one key."

Nick, hearing this, came over to stand behind him. "So, it's
done?"

"Oh, yeah, Nicky. It's done. Written, tested, debugged -- all set
to go. All I gotta do is--" Alex paused as a thought struck him,
and he swivelled his chair around to face his brother. He reached
out and grabbed Nick's arm. "No, I got a better idea. All *you*
gotta do is hit 'Return'."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. I know you've been bored stiff while I've been
working on this, so now it's your turn to have some fun. Just hit
the Return key, and away she'll go.

"Come on, Nicky," Alex urged when Nick seemed to hesitate. "This is
our chance to hit back at the guy who had Chris killed -- and a
whole lot of other people. This is what Beth Luthor asked us to do
-- to cut Luthor off from his money and power, to bring him down so
that he can go to prison like the crook that he is! Well, *this* is
how we do it.

"And I want *us* to do it, together, because it was *our* brother
he murdered. I've written the code, so I want you to be the one
to put it into operation."

Nick wasn't sure about this; he was even less sure that what Alex
had done was what Beth Luthor had wanted, but somehow, it didn't
seem to matter. Alex was right, he told himself, Luthor had to
pay for his crimes, and it was either this... or kill him! And
the latter just wasn't an option; Nick didn't want to be dragged
down to Luthor's level, and he didn't want Alex dragged down,
either. So....

Slowly, reluctantly, he reached down and touched the Return key.
The touch, made with one fingertip at the full stretch of his
arm, was so light that he almost thought that he hadn't done it
hard enough for anything to happen. The computer disagreed,
however, and a stream of incomprehensible text began to flow
across the screen... until it blanked itself, leaving only the
cryptic message:

REMOTE NODES READY.
Program downloaded to 15 locations.
First phase scheduled for SINGAPORE.
Exchange opens in 05:38:27

As Nick watched, the 15 locations became 16, and the "27" became
"26", and then "25"... and then the message disappeared and the
screen resumed its usual appearance. "Geez, Alex, what is this?
A countdown?"

"You better believe it. The countdown to Armageddon for LexCorp,
courtesy of you and me and world-wide capitalism. And the clock
is ticking...."

                    *         *         *

Lindy drove slowly into town, coincidentally -- or not; there
weren't that many roads to choose from -- following the same
route as the RV had earlier. She also had the same map, and was
having similar problems working out exactly where she was. This
was proving to be particularly frustrating, because a) she needed
to find somewhere to stay, and b) how could she do a careful,
thorough sweep of the town in order to find Preece if she
couldn't trust her map?

The answer to the first of her problems appeared a block beyond
the church, in the form of the Shady Rest Motel. The place did
not impress her on first sight, and it didn't improve on closer
examination; however, it was (reasonably) clean, and it was
*there*, so she'd just have to make the best of it.

While checking in (as "Lorna Barnes"), she learned of the perfidy
of the map-makers, and was informed that she could get a
reliable, locally-produced map at the town general store. After
stashing her bag in the motel room and making another quick check
for updates on Preece's position (no change), she headed back out
into town to get one.

She had instructions on how to find the general store, which, as
might have been expected, was located in the centre of town along
with other "essential" services like the local bank and the real
estate agency. It was particularly fortuitous that the bank was
so close, because it enabled Lindy to train the Tricorder on the
building, and thereby confirm that Preece hadn't deposited his
loot there.

This was the one thing that she had feared since she had learned
where Preece was hiding. It wasn't likely that he'd entrust the
money to a bank -- the spread and speed of modern communications
meant that even places this far out in the boonies could have
been alerted to watch for large cash deposits -- but if he *had*,
it would have made her job that much harder, because she'd have
had to either stake out the bank and watch for him, or try to
trace him through the tiny amounts of LexTrace dye that might
have come off the money and got onto his clothes, luggage and
skin. She still might have to do that if it turned out that
Preece had stashed the money somewhere away from his person --
like, say, burying it underground -- but there was time enough
to deal with that once she actually found the cash. First,
though, she needed that map....

                    *         *         *

"Sorry, ma'am, but I can't find any mention of M-Mr Preece in our
files," the eager young man half-stammered as he came out of the
back room. "M-Mrs Marshall should be back in about an hour. C-can
I get her to call you?"

"Oh, *no*," Lois said as though the very idea was ridiculous.
"It's not that important," she lied. "He's just an old
acquaintance that we thought we'd look up, *if* he was here. We
don't even know that he stayed here more than a few days, but the
guy who runs the camping ground said that Mrs Marshall would know
if anyone did."

"Well, that's true enough," he replied, feeling a little less
tongue-tied now that he'd been reassured by this gorgeous stranger
that he hadn't let her down in a matter of life and death. Keen to
prolong her visit -- and his opportunity to feast his eyes on her
-- by engaging her in a genuine, non-work-related conversation, he
elaborated on this: "Verity-- Mrs Marshall -- she's kinda the
unofficial town census-taker. The official one, too, when the
government takes one. She says that that's why she spends so much
time finding out what's going on around town -- that and because
she says it's good for business, but everyone knows that she just
loves to gossip.

"You should be careful, ma'am! Verity'll know if Mr Preece lives
around here, right enough, but she'll be falling over herself
trying to find out about *you* if you're staying long in these
parts."

"Oh, that's okay," Lois said, "I'll just send my husband along
next time. He knows how to deal with people like that." 'And
he'll keep your eyes in your head as well, my boy.'

The mention of a husband seemed to deflate the young man
momentarily, although Lois was sure that he must have seen her
rings, and she took the opportunity to make a polite farewell and
escape. She closed the door of the agency office behind her...
and flattened herself against the wall as she saw Lindy Barrows
get out of a car and walk into the general store next door.

Once she was certain that the woman had gone into the store, Lois
crept cautiously towards the car. She peered into the windows and
saw the Tricorder on the front seat.

'What the heck is that thing?' she thought, her eyes flicking
across to the entrance to the general store, and then back to the
car. There was nothing further of any interest in either place,
however, so she retreated to a point along the street from where
she could watch without being obvious about it -- at least from
the direction of the car -- and began, not quite frantically, to
think.

What should she do? Clark wasn't here, and she didn't know when
he would be back. Lindy Barrows *was* here, and had that gadget
in her car that... what? Lois didn't know, but she'd bet that it
must have something to do with finding Preece. Which meant that
the easiest, and above all, *quickest* way to find the guy in
Clark's absence was probably to follow Barrows -- but how was she
to do that? She had no car, and couldn't get one in the few
minutes, if that, before the woman came out of the store and
drove off. Even if she had had a car all ready and waiting, it
would be difficult to follow someone on the quiet roads around
here without it being obvious that that was what she was doing.

Lois cast her eyes to the sky, hoping against hope that she might
see a familiar caped figure, but to no avail -- which was not
surprising. If it came to that, *nobody* was around; she'd never
seen a town, small or no, as deserted as this place was right now.
Okay, that meant she was on her own. Time to resort to the methods
that had made Mad Dog Lane the scourge of the Metropolis
underworld.

Her eyes still firmly fixed on the general store, Lois crept
around to the rear of the car, thanking the powers that be that
Lindy had parked nose-to-kerb, and began to work on the lock of
the trunk with her lockpicks. It took a few tries, but her skill
had not deserted her and she soon had it open. As she had hoped,
the capacious trunk was mostly empty -- but not for long. She
climbed in and closed the lid, wrapping the strap of her hand-bag
around the lid catch to stop the lock from engaging, and also to
keep the lid down as if it were properly closed. Curled up as
comfortably as she could manage in the trunk, Lois settled down
to wait.

Her wait was not long. She could tell from muffled sounds from
outside when Lindy emerged from the store and got back into the
car, tossing a bag of assorted purchases into the back seat as
she did so. Lois was expecting the car to drive away almost
immediately, but instead there was a longish pause in which
nothing obvious happened, and she asked herself what the woman
in the driver's seat was doing. Faint rustles and crackles coming
>from the inside of the car seemed to indicate that she was doing
something involving paper; it went on for some time, and Lois
wondered with a grin if Lindy was trying to make sense of one of
those crazy maps.

If so, she seemed to have better luck with it than either Lois
or Clark had had -- or maybe she hadn't yet realised how hopeless
the thing was -- because she fairly soon started the engine and
reversed into the street, moving off towards the outskirts of
town.

                    *         *         *

For what must have been the hundredth time -- although, from the
way she felt after doing this for far too long, *thousandth*
might have been more like it -- Lindy pulled over to the side of
the road, stopped the car and picked up the Tricorder. Activating
it, she moved it around in yet another scan for the elusive dyed
cash... and yelped in delight as it *finally* lit up and beeped
at her with a positive reading.

'At last!' she thought, 'And about time, too.' She'd expected her
search to be relatively quick -- until she'd seen an accurate map
of the town. She'd been stunned to see just how strung out this
place was, and her optimism had been summarily dashed when she'd
started to work out how many scanning points she'd need in order
to cover *all* of it with the Tricorder.

Naturally, she hadn't been lucky enough to detect anything -- at
least not of the magnitude that would locate the bulk of the
money, although there were plenty of low-level readings
indicating places where Preece had spent a few bucks -- until
she'd spent fruitless, frustrating hours driving back and forth
in order to scan something like 95 per cent of the town. Only
now, with the twilight starting to fail, did she find what she
wanted.

Well, it would be a pain to have to lug the Tricorder around in
the dark, but it would make her approach to Preece's hideaway,
not to mention the final confrontation -- or, to be accurate, his
murder -- that much simpler. First, though, she still had to find
the money -- and her victim.

She spent a few moments getting a more precise direction to the
money and marking a rough line from her present position on the
map. Then she drove to her next scanning point and took another
reading -- which, much to her relief, was still positive. Once
again, she took her time finding a precise direction to the
"target" and marking it on the map. The intersection of the two
lines ought to indicate the exact position of Preece's cash, and
maybe if the bearings had been drawn carefully with proper
drafting instruments on a decently flat surface, it might do
that; however, Lindy wasn't so stupid as to think that her rough-
and-ready drawing methods could produce anything other than a
point from which to start a closer search.

Fortunately, she wasn't restricted to only two scans, and the
more bearings she could take, the better would be her starting
point. However, she only managed a third line on the map before
she must have moved out of range of the money and the Tricorder
returned to its former unhelpful inactivity. Things weren't that
bad, though, because her three lines all converged on a small
area which the map showed as the house and outbuildings of a
farm, probably quite an old one since it was so close to the
town.

Lindy squinted at the map in the rapidly-dwindling light, but
couldn't find anything that looked like an entrance to the farm,
so she figured she'd have to drive around a bit to find a way in.
She did a U-turn and cruised slowly back along the road, looking
for the turn-off that the map said would take her past the farm
buildings.

A few minutes later, she eased the car, its lights out, under a
stand of trees that overhung the road not far from the farm gate.
She could see the farmhouse and buildings, although they were
mostly formless black shapes in the deep purple twilight. The
only visible light came from the house itself, so she guessed
that the place must have settled down for the night -- which
suited her just fine.

She lifted the Tricorder yet again, but this time with a feeling
of anticipation rather than the boredom that had come to
accompany her earlier efforts. She pointed it at the farmhouse,
and got a positive indication, but quite a low one. Training it
on the barn, by contrast, produced a much stronger reading.
'Okay, so the money's in the barn -- Geez, how hackneyed can you
get? -- and there's something in the house; either a few bucks
>from the stash, or Preece has got some of the dye on himself,'
she thought.

The question was, what should she do now? Go after Preece, with
who knew who else in the house, or locate the money, knowing that
Preece would come there eventually -- but not necessarily that
night? Well, whatever it was, she was gonna get out of this car
and scout the place on foot; she could really do with stretching
her legs after all that driving.

In the trunk, Lois was feeling much the same way. She had moved
and stretched as much as she could within her hiding place, but
she had had to be careful not to make any noise, and also that
the trunk lid didn't fly up. The limits that that had put on her
had left her pretty stiff by this time, so she was very glad to
hear the slam of the car door and the click of the central
locking system.

Lindy had gone past the farm gates before stopping, the better
to make a smart departure after completing her mission, so Lois
was able to watch her move stealthily along the fence-line and
disappear into the yard. Once she was safely out of sight, Lois
climbed out of the trunk and spent a few moments working her
screaming muscles; then, feeling more like a human being rather
than a human pretzel, she took stock of her situation.

She had no real idea where she was, other than that it was
somewhere on the edges of town. Barrows had come here on the
trail of Preece, using some sort of electronic gizmo as a guide,
and was now sneaking into that farm for purposes unknown, but
likely to be nefarious and to involve Preece and his money. She
was also likely to be, in the words of the police phrase that had
become a cliche, armed and dangerous.

'Hmmm...' Lois thought, 'If I was a cop, right now, I'd be
calling for back-up.' Which she could do, too, now that she had
a little privacy. She rummaged in her bag and found, much to her
relief, her cellphone. Taking it out, she was about to hit one
of the speed-dial buttons, but stopped. She still didn't know if
Clark was back yet, and it might not be a good idea to call him;
if he was in the suit, he wouldn't be able to answer. Better call
the Kents instead; that way, if Clark was back, she'd be able to
talk to him anyway. Besides, Martha and Jonathan would be
worried.

They were. "Lois, honey, where *are* you?" asked a concerned
Martha. "It's been *hours*...."

"I know, Martha, I know. Is Clark there?" Lois whispered.

Martha took the hint from Lois' voice and lowered her own. "No,
he's not. Why? Are you in trouble? Do you need help? Where are
you?"

'Good question....' "Look, Martha, I'm okay. I don't *know* where
I am, though, because I ran into that Barrows woman in town and
hid in the trunk of her car, and she's been driving around and
around all this time. We're outside a farm somewhere on the edge
of town, and she's just sneaked in there; I think she's found
Preece somehow, and I've gotta go after her. When Clark comes
back, tell him to look for a car parked by the side of the road
just down from the farm gates. I'll try and leave some sort of
sign for him so he'll know he's got the right one...."

A loud bang interrupted her, but it wasn't a shot, merely a
screen door being thrown open rather too energetically. In any
case, it reminded Lois that there was a killer out there stalking
a victim, and she needed to do some stalking of her own if Owen
Preece was to have any sort of chance of survival. She quickly
told Martha that she had to go and shut down her 'phone, stuffing
it back into her bag.

She wanted to go after Lindy, but she forced herself to stop and
think: she'd said that she'd try to leave a sign of some sort for
Clark, but what? She looked around, but nothing obvious came to
mind; she couldn't even scratch something in the dirt, because
with the paved roads, there wasn't enough dirt to scratch
anything in!

For a moment, she entertained the mad idea of creating her own
"crop circles" in a nearby field, but dismissed the idea -- it
would take too long, and she didn't have any of the tools that
hoaxers used. It did give her an idea, though, and she again
dived into her bag to look for something.

There it was! She climbed onto the trunk lid and created her
signal, then hopped down and quickly but quietly followed Lindy
towards the farm.

                    *         *         *

The internal countdown in the 28 copies of Alex's program stored
in computers all over the world (without their owners' knowledge)
reached zero, and the scene was set for what was going to be one
of the more unusual days in the collective memory of the business
world.

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As she approached the farm buildings, taking care to stay in the
shadows, Lois began to regret not following her quarry
immediately. Calling for back-up was all very well, but she
didn't *have* any right this instant, and now was when she needed
it, because Barrows had disappeared and could be anywhere --
lurking, waiting with a gun for her to show herself and become
a target.

'Anyway, this is a farm -- *Clark's* kind of place, not mine. I
hunt killers on the streets of Metropolis, not in barns and
milking sheds!' Particularly not barns and sheds like *these*;
being used to the Kent farm and others around Smallville, which
were kept in good condition by people who used them to make a
living, Lois was not impressed by the ramshackle appearance of
this farm. 'Jonathan would have a fit if he saw this place....'

Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of voices coming from
inside the dilapidated barn. Two voices, one male and one female
-- and the female voice was familiar. From what she could make
out, Barrows had been waiting for Preece to show himself, and had
followed him in, ambushing him neatly. Lois couldn't figure out
why Lindy hadn't simply shot him until the woman began to pelt
Preece with questions about the whereabouts of the money he'd
stolen; it seemed that she knew that it was in the barn, but she
wanted its exact location -- to save her having to search for it,
she said.

Preece, who seemed remarkably resigned to his fate from his
manner, wasn't particularly interested in co-operating, which
annoyed Lindy. She was tired and impatient after her search, and
his seeming equanimity in the face of impending death infuriated
her to the point that she kept less of a hold on her tongue than
she might have normally. Lois could hardly believe her ears as
the woman began to alternately wheedle and badger Preece to
reveal the location of the money, and she hastily pulled out her
tape recorder to get some of what Lindy was saying on the record
-- especially the parts about Lex ordering her to track him down
and kill him!

As the "conversation" continued, Lois put the recorder and her
bag down by the barn door. Lindy's patience was just about gone,
so if she was going to do something, it would have to be now. She
slid quietly into the barn, for once blessing its run-down state,
which allowed her to get inside without having to worry about
cattle-grids or any other kind of noisy obstacle.

The inside of the barn was a maze of shadows, the only light that
of a large storm light resting on a hay-bale. She couldn't
immediately see Preece, but there was Barrows, only a couple of
yards away, her back to Lois, an automatic pistol -- a *large*
one, complete with silencer -- trained purposefully on the source
of the male voice. From her stance, Lindy was about to give up
on talking and start shooting, so Lois knew that it was now or
never.

Having no weapon, and no time to look for one, Lois charged.
Fancy moves were not an option in this situation, so she simply
launched herself at Lindy in a flying tackle that would have done
a football player proud, crashing into the woman's back before
there was any time for her target to even notice she was there,
much less react to it.

The sudden impact threw Lindy off her feet, and she fell heavily,
with Lois right on top of her. It also caused her to call out as
she fell... and pull the trigger of her gun. There was a *phutt*
and a cry of pain, followed by a muffled thud in the darkness,
but neither woman had the attention to spare for that; they were
too busy with each other!

Lois' first priority was clear -- get that gun away from her!
Even as she fell on top of Lindy, she reached out to grab the
wrist of her gun hand; once they'd hit the ground, she scrambled
to get to a position where she could slam gun and hand against
the ground repeatedly until Lindy let go.

Lindy's other arm was underneath her body, so, once she released
the gun, she was able to push upwards with both hands in an
attempt to throw Lois off. Lois hung on to the gun hand, though,
and dragged it with her as she rolled off Lindy. Lindy, now on
her back, kept rolling in an attempt to get on top of her
assailant; Lois was expecting this, however, and Lindy rolled
right into an explosive right hook. Her head snapped back and hit
the ground with a *thunk* that made Lois wince. The wince turned
into a relieved (and satisfied) sigh as Lindy's body lay still; she
was out cold.

Breathing heavily, Lois got up and walked unsteadily over to pick
up the light, directing its beam onto the fallen figure of
Preece. To her relief, he was still alive, but unconscious and
bleeding from a shoulder wound. She looked around for something
to staunch the flow of blood with but, unsurprisingly, there was
nothing handy.

"Don't worry," came a voice from the doorway. Startled, Lois
whirled to shine the light that way, assuming a defensive stance
as she did so -- or, as good a one as she could without dropping
the cumbersome torch. Only after this reflex action did she
recognise the voice -- *and* the brightly-coloured costume
revealed in the beam of light. "The sheriff and an ambulance are
on their way," Superman said as he came into the barn.

Lois did drop the light then, racing over to wrap her arms around
him. "Oh... about time," she breathed, "Where *were* you?" Not
that she gave him much of a chance to answer, pulling his head
down for an enthusiastic kiss.

"You know where I was," he said, a short while later. "Until a
couple of minutes ago, anyway."

He let Lois go and moved over to look at Preece; it didn't take
him long to open the man's clothes around the wound and apply
some heat vision to control the bleeding. Then he looked around
and floated up to the hayloft, returning to earth with a coil of
fencing wire which made serviceable hand-and foot-cuffs for the
still-comatose Lindy Barrows.

With both killer and victim secured, the couple strolled out of
the barn to await the authorities. After a quick sweep with x-ray
vision to ensure that no-one else was around, Clark went on with
what he had begun to say earlier. "Henderson kept me at the
prison hospital for hours, going over and over our murder files.
O'Reilly's confessions won't stand up in court, so he's got to
start investigating them all more-or-less from scratch -- as if
he'd just had a tip-off that needed to be verified. I don't envy
him the job, after what we've gone through over the last few
months.

"Once I got away, I headed straight back here, and Mom gave me
your message. I searched the area from the air until I found the
car-- nice signal, by the way."

Lois laughed. "Well, I had to come up with something that you'd
know was from me...."

"Yes, well, I think you did that all right. Only you, Lois, would
draw the El shield and an arrow in lipstick on the roof of a
car!"

"Hey, it worked, didn't it?"

"Yes, it worked," he chuckled. "I found it just in time to see
you go for Ms Barrows. Oooh -- that was some tackle! It reminded
me of playing football in college; the coach would have given his
right arm for our defensive team to have been able to do
that...."

Lois was pleased by the tribute, but also surprised -- and a
little angry. "If you were here then, why didn't you help?"

He sighed. "Honey, I said I *saw* you go for her -- telescopic
vision, remember? I didn't actually get here until a second or
two later. Besides, you seemed to be doing fine all by yourself;
that punch reminded me of the guy who flattens the horse in
'Blazing Saddles'!

"If it's the gun you're worried about... well, if Ms Barrows had
somehow managed to go after it again, or even get close to it,
rest assured it would have been a puddle of slag before she could
touch it!"

Clark turned to Lois and gently took her face in his hands.
"Lois, you're always telling me to let you do your job and not
to be over-protective, and I do *try* to do what you ask...."

That made Lois stop and think. Why *was* she so het-up, anyway?
What had just happened here was what she had always said that she
wanted: she'd investigated, she'd taken care of the bad guys, and
Clark hadn't interfered or tried to hog the action; instead, he'd
been there to back her up and protect her *if* she'd needed it
-- which she hadn't. Circumstances had kept them apart for most
of the time, which was never as good as working together, but
they'd both done their jobs and everything had turned out okay,
which was how it should be.

She realised that most of her anger stemmed from old fears that
should have been dead and buried by now, but had exhumed
themselves when Clark had been concerned about her joining the
hunt for Preece. He had only wanted to keep her safe -- and not
because he thought she was incapable, but for sensible, important
reasons -- but part of her, ever quick to take offence, had
expected him to become autocratic and shove her into the
background. Which was crazy, because Clark had *never* done that;
if he wanted her to have a low profile, it was because she needed
to have one -- then.

She looked into his eyes, full of love and understanding, and
once again thanked God for this man. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said,
hugging him. "I was... surprised, that's all. It's just nerves
-- you know, stress reaction."

"Oh, I know, Lois. I know...." And with that, the couple fell
silent, remaining close until flashing lights announced the
arrival of the sheriff and an ambulance.

                    *         *         *

Preece regained consciousness as they loaded him into the
ambulance and began to mutter to himself. His voice was never
strong, and it faded in and out of audibility -- at least, to
ordinary ears -- and it was difficult to understand what he was
saying, especially if you were more concerned with treating his
wound. So it was that only two people heard and paid attention
to one significant outburst. It consisted of four words, the
first two of which were so soft that it required super-hearing
to catch them: "Mrs Luthor... warned me...."

Clark heard them all, and was intrigued. He filed it in the back
of his mind, the better to mull over the possibilities that it
implied, and made a mental note to tell Lois. However, at the
moment, he had to deal with the sheriff, who needed statements
giving a full account of the evening's happenings, plus as much
background information as he could get. Oh, and would Superman
mind findin' the money that was the cause of all this ruckus?

Superman didn't mind -- he'd already found the strongbox
containing the cash, and it wouldn't take long to unearth it from
its hiding place -- but he really wished that Rachel Harris was
here instead of this guy. He could have asked Rachel if it could
wait until the morning, and she'd have agreed; what with the gun
and Lois' tape, there was more than enough evidence to hold Lindy
Barrows on, and Preece wasn't going anywhere. But the local sheriff
wasn't his friend and wasn't too fond of strangers (even
Kryptonians) coming in and causing trouble, and he wanted to sort
everything out then and there. Which meant that this was going to
be a *long* night.

The other person who heard and took notice of Preece's words was
Lindy, who was being marched over to the sheriff's car as the
stretcher was wheeled to the ambulance. She didn't catch the
name, but did hear about the warning -- and it gave her furiously
to think. Who could have warned Preece? Warned him about what?
And when? And how could they know to warn him of anything?

After pondering the possibilities on the way to the town jail,
she, too, made a mental note to tell someone -- Lex Luthor. She
was in trouble, but it should still be possible for a lawyer to
get her out of it, and her employer would be more inclined to
make the effort if she could present him with some positive
results: namely that, while Preece wasn't dead, his loot had been
recovered, and also that there might be a security leak
somewhere. Somewhere high up.

                    *         *         *

"Let me see if I understand the situation correctly, Ms Barrows.
You have located Mr Preece and his ill-gotten gains -- both of
which are now in the hands of the local sheriff -- but in the
course of so doing, you accidentally shot him and have been
arrested and charged with attempted murder. Is that correct?"
Lex Luthor's voice was as cool and as nonchalant as ever. And
yet, somehow, it carried an undertone of absolute contempt for
an underling who had been so incompetent as to bungle such a
*simple* assignment.

"Yes, sir."

"I thought so. Very well; a lawyer will be with you as soon as
possible." What Luthor didn't say was that the lawyer's primary
task would be to recover the money, arrange for Preece's
extradition and to ensure that no awkward questions were asked
about the LexTrace system and the Tricorder; if, after arranging
all that, there was any way that Lindy Barrows could be freed,
then it would be arranged -- but *only* if doing that did not
interfere with the other, *important* concerns.

"Thank you, sir," a suitably humble Lindy replied. "There is one
more thing, sir...."

She related Preece's words to Luthor, and went on to describe some
of what she thought those words might mean -- just enough to show
that, despite her current predicament, she was an intelligent,
loyal employee. She had to be careful not to overdo it, though;
there was a saying amongst people who worked closely with Luthor
that the boss' grandmother had learned to suck eggs many years
ago... and her grandson was known not to appreciate anyone trying
to instruct either her or him without specific orders.

"Thank you, Ms Barrows. I'll... take that under advisement."
Luthor's tone as he terminated the call was noticeably different.
Now it was his turn to think, and think hard. For just a moment,
he debated with himself as to whether or not he should make
Lindy's release a higher priority... but no.

Of far more import was the significance of what she had just told
him. Someone had warned Preece -- but who, and of what?
Ordinarily, he'd have suspected Kent, or even Lois, but since
they had been involved in Preece's capture (and Lindy's), that
seemed unlikely. So who else would know enough to warn Preece,
and thereby (presumably) scare him so badly that he would cut and
run, pausing only to embezzle a comparatively small sum? Who?

He touched the intercom. "Hold all my calls." This conundrum was
going to require immediate and, he suspected, prolonged
attention. If someone out there was interfering with his affairs,
he, she or they needed to be identified and dealt with -- or, at
the very least, watched. That would require planning, but planning
was what he prided himself on.

A few rooms away, a trembling Beth Luthor struggled to control
the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. 'Oh, God; oh, God...'
she more than half-prayed. Lex had found Preece! *And* he knew
that someone had warned the former IT Director that he was going
to be killed. It didn't matter that, at the moment, Lex didn't
know what Preece had been warned *of*; he knew that the man had
been warned, and it was only a matter of time before he found out
who had warned him. And he would find out; Beth knew her husband
well enough to be sure that he *would* find out, one way or
another.

'I've got to get out of here! But where can I go?' Where *could*
the wife of Lex Luthor go? Where was a hiding place remote
enough, secure enough to protect her from the power and fury of
an angry Lex? She wasn't sure there *was* such a place.

There was only one chance that she could see. She'd arranged this
last-chance bolt-hole for just such an emergency, so now it was
time to use it. First, though, she had to get out of here, and
without running into Lex....

                    *         *         *

Luthor sat back and reviewed the results of his day's work. He
now had a comprehensive plan which would flush out Preece's ally,
if the man himself managed, by some miracle, to resist... shall
we say, the *incentives* that he would be given to identify his
"benefactor". As part of this plan, extra security measures would
be put in place to detect, locate and track anyone interfering
with his or LexCorp's affairs without proper authorisation -- and
the means of obtaining *that* were about to change radically --
so it should also catch the person of persons who had been
attacking the company. If, indeed, they were not the one and the
same. All that remained was to put the plan into operation.

His smug thoughts were interrupted by a commotion from outside
his office. Raised voices that could penetrate the expensive
sound-proofing were not something to which he was accustomed, nor
were near-desperate cries from his staff of, "You *can't* go in
there! Mr Luthor does not want to be disturbed!"

The sound-proofing muffled the reply, at least until the doors
crashed open to reveal Michael Van Allen and two men in suits;
medium-to-high-level Federal government employees, if Luthor knew
anything about tailoring -- which he did. The government types
marched in, with Van Allen trailing reluctantly and one of his
secretaries fighting a last-ditch attempt to protect her boss.

"It's all right, Miss Stafford," Luthor assured the stricken
woman. "I'll deal with this." He waited until she had left,
closing the doors behind her with an air of relief, before
glaring at the unwelcome visitors. "Michael. Gentlemen. May I
enquire as to the meaning of this intrusion?"

"That's what we'd like to ask you, *Mister* Luthor," the taller
of the two unknown men began, angry and sarcastic. "We don't know
*what* you were trying to do, but it sure as blazes backfired,
and one heck of a lot of people are going to suffer because of
it!"

"Easy, Joe," his companion murmured. "Excuse us, sir. I'm Martin
O'Toole from the SEC, and this is Joseph Rogers from the
Department of Justice. We're here to ask you a few questions
relating to the... unusual activities LexCorp has been involved
in on stock, futures and currency exchanges in the last 24
hours."

Luthor's face, always a bland mask in situations such as this,
went even blanker than usual. "Gentlemen... I know of no 'unusual
activities'. Perhaps you would be kind enough to assume my
complete ignorance of this matter and start from the beginning."

The men from the government exchanged glances. "If that's so,"
Rogers said, "then we have some very bad news for you, sir.
Several LexCorp subsidiaries have been undertaking extremely
large transactions on exchanges all over the world, and, without
exception, these transactions have resulted in heavy losses --
*very* heavy losses!"

"How heavy?"

There was a pause, which stretched on and on. Finally, Van Allen,
who had been silent ever since entering the office, could bear
it no longer. "Sir, the accumulated debts total... total...."

The banker seemed unable to get the words out, until Luthor
glared at him. "...over *ten billion dollars!* Sir, LexCorp is
*bankrupt!*"

TO BE CONTINUED....

In Season 6, Episode 13, "Stronger Than Me Alone" by Phil Atcliffe. Coming
soon!

Characters in this episode are copyrighted by DC Comics, December 3rd
Production and Warner Brothers. No infringement is intended in any part by
the author or the Season 6 group, however, the ideas expressed within this
episode are copyrighted (c) 1999 to the author.
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For those of you who prefer the multi-media version :) it's up!

Lois and Clark have worked all year to bring Lex Luthor down.  But
they're going to have to hurry, or someone else will beat them to it.

This is the first part of our season finale, and Phil has done an
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Date:         Sun, 8 Aug 1999 17:39:21 -0500
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WOW....Another great story in the 'Only You' series.

Please write more, soon

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Hey everyone -

    I haven't contributed much to this list, so you don't know me, but I was
just wondering if anyone knew the first names of the famous Norcross and
Judd?  I've heard the names Billy and Serena, and I think those are ones
that
are mentioned in one of the eps, but I can't be certain.

Thanks!

-Rachel M.  :)
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> Wow!  that's about the most eloquent I can get about this one.  I knew I
> should have just saved it until I had the second half, but, no, I had to
> read it.  And I'm terrible with cliffhangers.  Between Margaret Brignell's
> story and this one, I'm rapidly being reduced to babbling insanity.

> Nan
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In a message dated 08/08/1999 9:03:58 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:

<< Between Margaret Brignell's
 > story and this one, I'm rapidly being reduced to babbling insanity. >>

I know how you feel. I proofed Margaret's twice and reread it again tonight
and I'm still in awe. :)  (and I can't wait to see how Phil plays out the
threads in ep 13 either!!)

--Laurie F
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Please forgive me, I am experiencing
vacation withdrawal <g>

I did however, did not want to let
another moment pass without thanking
the S6 staff for some excellent episodes.

On vacation (in various planes and airports
of course <g>) I *finally* got to read
Hypergirl and The Hand of Fate.

Hypergirl was a sweet tale,
I loved the speech patterns of little
Laura :o)
I had printed out the story in paper-saving
print mode, and later looked at it on the web
for picture illustrations, and you can only
imagine my happy surprise to find one of my
very favorite FoLCs cast as the one and only
Hypergirl herself!  Gave new meaning to an already
delightful story. Thanks Crys.

As for the Hand of Fate, I don't think
you would want me to quote the whole ep here, huh?
All I can say is I pictured it in my mind as an episode
(minus commercials! hehe) That is the best compliment
I can muster. It read like I was watching it on TV, right
down to the special effects and lighting for Dr. Fate's
scenes at the end <g>
Mr. Atcliffe, with all due respect sir....You Rock! :o)

Thanks to all of you who are responsible for
putting this season together :o)

Maggie
p.s. thank you very much to NormanMayes
for the excellent instructions for the word
wrap thingy :o)

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Wow!  This was beautifully written, but that's what I've come to expect
>from Phil's stories.

I can hardly wait till the next episode to see how this will be played
out.

It's wonderful how all the diverging story lines are coming together so
neatly.  Excellent planning on everyone's part!

Thanks to Phil, and to all the Season 6 writers for this and all the
season 6 stories.

Irene

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Date:         Sun, 8 Aug 1999 22:12:06 EDT
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Those are the names I remember hearing, Rachael.
I can't be sure, but I think Perry mentioned them in the episode with "Top
Copy"
where that one woman was an assassin for Intergang and tried to kill
Superman.........
I loved that one.......... taped over it though, so I can't be sure.
Figures.......  :)
Hope that helps!
Heather
(the obsessed w/ fanfic lurker)
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That was great that you guys gave Dean some of the nfic, but should there
not be something for Teri.  After all, I think that she did as great a job
as Lois and Dean did as Clark/Superman.  Or was there a posting before I
started on this list to the fact that she does not receive them for some
reason.  Just asking

Sue

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In a message dated 08/09/99 2:26:32 AM !!!First Boot!!!, smodolo@HOTMAIL.COM
writes:

> That was great that you guys gave Dean some of the nfic, but should there
>  not be something for Teri.  After all, I think that she did as great a
job
>  as Lois and Dean did as Clark/Superman.  Or was there a posting before I
>  started on this list to the fact that she does not receive them for some
>  reason.  Just asking
>
The reason we gave nfic to Dean was because he expressed interest in it when
he was in St. Louis last month. As far as we know, Teri hasn't indicated
that
she is interested in anything to do with Lois and Clark lately so I think it
might be presumptuous to send her some.

Chris

Chris
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> The reason we gave nfic to Dean was because he expressed interest in it
when
> he was in St. Louis last month.
> Chris
>
He did? Weeeeeellllll, what did he say?
How did this come about? Details people.
Details.  <---uh, oh! my InnerPerry is showing
again ;o)

Maggie
expert in the art of lurking for a month,
then posting twice in one day <g>

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Date:         Sun, 8 Aug 1999 22:42:36 -0700
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I'm replying to some very old threads tonight, as I try, on the very
last day of vacation, to catch up with the posts in my "needs a
response" file.

Debby Stark wrote:>I certainly appreciate all the feedback I get, but
I'm so far behind on my
>reading (I'm currently about half way through "The Last Time I Saw
Elvis"
>and I have other, older stories in my cue and a lot more stories
writeen since that
>one) that I'm late in jotting off letters of comment. Heck, I'm late
in
>everything (except I get to my work place at 7:30am every morning).
I'm glad
>there are a lot of readers on this list or all us writers would have
to wait
>quite a while for that precious feedback :)

I'm in exactly the same situation as Debby;  (except I get to work at
8:30 or 9 am in the morning <g>)  the amount of fanfic that I've
printed out and haven't yet had a chance to read has become an
embarrassment of riches.

I'm also feeling more than a little guilty about not giving more
feedback and appreciation to the writers.  In the past 6 months, I've
seen an unbelievable amount of extraordinarily well-written fanfic
appear on this list and in the archive.   There was a concern
expressed at one point that the Kerths might discourage some of the
newer writers, but my list of people to thank would seem to prove just
the opposite: it's a mix of old and new authors.

I'd like to send a personal thank you and critique to each of  you,
because that's certainly what you deserve for all of your hard work
and for sharing your talent with the rest of us.  I'm afraid, though,
that you might have a very long wait for that.  So instead, I'm going
to say that in the last 6 months, I've especially enjoyed the fanfic
that Sandy McDermin, Margaret Brignell, Zoomway,  Debby Stark, Judith
Tylke, Labrat Sheila Harper, Karen Ward, Pam Jernigan, Kathy Brown,
Peggy Mueller, Crystal Wimmer, Melissa Day Hall and Genevieve have
shared with us.  Thank you for helping us to remember what we loved
best about L&C; you've not only provided us with entertaining stories,
but have managed to capture the essence of what was L&C, and of what
made us fall in love with the show and its characters.

My apologies if I haven't mentioned some names--it's only because your
work is still in my ever-growing pile of fanfic waiting to be read!

Pat

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Correct me if I'm wrong, but hasn't Teri seen nfic already? Or was that
just regular fic? I seem to recall she saw some form of fanfic and
mentioned it to some FoLCs.

Sarah
scmurra1@students.wisc.edu
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To preface this post, I don't completely remember all the titles that were
sent, but I know it was mostly nfic and by some (but not all) of my favorite
authors.

Not to make this a me, too post, but I couldn't have said it more
succinctly.
Teri has not in recent history expressed any interest, but Dean has.  So if
he wants it, why not send it to him?

And, boy, was I jazzed about what titles were sent to him. When he
see's/reads what he gets, he should be thrilled!!!  Some of the best stuff
out there...  Sheila, Kathy, Demi, Dom, oh, heck, too many people to
mention, but some really, really great stuff.  All of the selections were
good, and there are a lot more out there that could have been sent.  Good
job all around, tho...

And I'm really jazzed you mixed a few non-nfics in there.  Nice to let him
know we're not *always* in the gutter.  But what a lovely pretty picture it
makes... ;-)

Just sorry not to see any of Chris Mulder's stuff in this category (unless
I've forgotten the original list, sorry if I have).  She just captures for
me (along with others!) the non-nfic side of the relationship.

Anyway, I just wanted to say *Good Job!* to whoever could send it along to
him.  I hope he enjoys it,  And gets as much enjoyment out of the stories as
we do.  The stories that were sent to him by some of the above mentioned
authors are some of my favorite re-reads.  I apologize for not telling you
authors that.  Please consider this a "blanket" THANK-YOU  for your writing.
 I'll try to do it personally in the next few weeks.
Deb
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>From: Chris P <CP13607@aol.com>
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>Date: Sun, Aug 8, 1999, 7:39 PM
>

>In a message dated 08/09/99 2:26:32 AM !!!First Boot!!!,
smodolo@HOTMAIL.COM
>writes:
>
>> That was great that you guys gave Dean some of the nfic, but should there
>>  not be something for Teri.  After all, I think that she did as great a
job
>>  as Lois and Dean did as Clark/Superman.  Or was there a posting before I
>>  started on this list to the fact that she does not receive them for some
>>  reason.  Just asking
>>
>The reason we gave nfic to Dean was because he expressed interest in it
when
>he was in St. Louis last month. As far as we know, Teri hasn't indicated
that
>she is interested in anything to do with Lois and Clark lately so I think
it
>might be presumptuous to send her some.
>
>Chris
>
>Chris
>
>
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In a message dated 08/09/99 3:43:30 AM !!!First Boot!!!, debbie@IKOS.COM
writes:

> And, boy, was I jazzed about what titles were sent to him. When he
>  see's/reads what he gets, he should be thrilled!!!  Some of the best
stuff
>  out there...  Sheila, Kathy, Demi, Dom, oh, heck, too many people to
>  mention, but some really, really great stuff.  All of the selections were
>  good, and there are a lot more out there that could have been sent.  Good
>  job all around, tho...

Thanks, Deb. The stories were kind of picked by a group of us on IRC. We
wanted to give him a sampling of some of the best stuff out there. We did
include a link to the nfic directory, in case he wanted more. He
specifically
asked about "adult" stories, so we concentrated on those. <g> I hope he
enjoys reading them as much as we did and maybe he'll then sample some of
the
regular fic out there. I, too, would recommend Chris Mulder's fic and a lot
of other authors too. :)

Chris
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Yeah, that's it, Rachel. I didn't remember it either, and had to research
it when I wrote What REALLY Happened. (which BTW and hint hint <BG> is now
on the archive :)

Melisma

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>Hey everyone -
>
>    I haven't contributed much to this list, so you don't know me, but I
was
>just wondering if anyone knew the first names of the famous Norcross and
>Judd?  I've heard the names Billy and Serena, and I think those are ones
that
>are mentioned in one of the eps, but I can't be certain.
>
>Thanks!
>
>-Rachel M.  :)
>
>
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Hi everyone,

I mostly lurk, but the quality of the fanfic I've been seeing on this =
list has made me bold enough to ask--are there any FoLCs who are also =
duSERs?  I'd love to see a serious story where Ben Fraser and Ray =
Vecchio (the original, not Kowalski) meet and work with Clark Kent and =
Lois Lane.  Just think--Superman and Super Mountie!  <g>

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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 00:42:51 -0700
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I wrote:

>So instead, I'm going
>to say that in the last 6 months, I've especially enjoyed the fanfic
>that Sandy McDermin, Margaret Brignell, Zoomway,  Debby Stark, Judith
>Tylke, Labrat Sheila Harper, Karen Ward, Pam Jernigan, Kathy Brown,
>Peggy Mueller, Crystal Wimmer, Melissa Day Hall and Genevieve have
>shared with us.

I *knew* that I was going to miss someone here; besides missing a
comma between LabRat and Sheila Harper (though I'd love to see a joint
effort by them ;) I forgot to thank C.C. Malo, and all of the FoLCs on
the round robin teams :)

Pat

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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 02:22:17 EDT
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In a message dated 08/09/99 6:12:31 AM !!!First Boot!!!,
maggie13@BELLSOUTH.NET writes:

> He did? Weeeeeellllll, what did he say?
>  How did this come about? Details people.
>  Details.  <---uh, oh! my InnerPerry is showing
>  again ;o)

I wasn't actually in St. Louis. Maybe someone who was there could give the
details?

Chris
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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 10:35:01 +0100
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On Sat, 7 Aug 1999 10:23:45 -0500 Kathy Brown <kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM>
wrote:

> >P
> >O
> >I
> >L
> >E
> >R
> >
> >S
> >P
> >A
> >C
> >E>
>
> For me, after reading the first paragraph, I sat back in my chair and said
> "ho hum, another deathfic... oh joy."  However, by about a page in, I had
> launched forward in my seat going "Wow!" <g>  This really was a good
story.

I personally don't mind deathfic _as long as it's well written_
(Christy Kubit's, Pam Jernigan's and Jac MacPherson's stories come to
mind - sorry, can't remember titles offhand). But likewise I thought
this was an excellent and well-plotted story, and for the author's
first fanfic was extremely well done. Despite the subject, it wasn't
maudlin or over the top; it seemed very realistic. She also used a
lot of continuity from the show, which always helps.

I also wrote to tell her so; I've been writing a lot of feedback
letters lately! Not just because the feedback thread was originally
mine and therefore I feel I ought to, but because there have been so
many good stories, from the Season 6 eps to Mandy's 'When Two
Worlds...' Book 2, Richard Mobile's 'Life in a Different World' and
Carol Malo's 'Strange Visitors.' I haven't yet got around to reading
'Labyrinth,' Phil, or Margaret's latest 'Only You,' but you can both
expect to hear from me when you do!

Wendy

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On Sat, 7 Aug 1999 08:13:17 -0700 Nancy Smith <deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET>
wrote:
>
> Why aren't you going to post this to the Archive?  So what if it's a joke?
Lois
> and Clark (and your) fans deserve to read this one!  Remember, comedy was
an
> integral part of the show!

Hi Nan (and Irene and Debra),

I'm not being coy or anything like that; I suppose I just felt about
'Wit's End' in the same way as I do about a certain vignette on
Zoom's nfic message boards (the one I refuse to name - see Anne's
site <g> - and which Debra insists on calling 'Clonus Interruptus').
'Wit's End' was written as sort of a spoof/joke, and while I'm
surprised and delighted that so many people enjoyed it, I still have
sort of mixed feelings about it.

But perhaps I'll think about it, when my existing queue has lessened
a bit <g>.

Wendy
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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 11:47:32 +0100
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I posted my comments to the S6 website, but thought I'd repeat them
here for Phil's benefit. If anyone's not read it yet, get over to
Pam's site and get ready for a treat!

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Wow! Phil, what a story! And what a set-up for the concluding episode!
You've started to
tie together any number of loose ends from both this Season and Season 5, to
say nothing of
elements from Seasons 1 to 4... I bow to your skill!

Some moments I loved:
"The Lex Luthor living in the LexCorp Building penthouse is the same man who
was there
five years ago, and who tried to kill me and marry you, who committed
suicide by jumping
off that building, who was resurrected by Gretchen Kelly, who went to
prison,
who kidnapped you from our first wedding... and who knows that I'm
Superman."

Oh YES!! Just as we've all suspected all along.

The locket - what an ingenious idea, and so plausible, knowing Lex. And now
you've set it
up so that Lois is now the most important witness to the clone story being
fake. *And* put
her in danger again - what will you do in the next instalment?

And Beth:
"This is what Beth Luthor asked us to do -- to cut Luthor off from his money
and power, to
bring him down so that he can go to prison like the crook that he is! Well,
*this* is how we
do it."

Yes! it was obvious from towards the end of Season 5 that she was beginning
to regret the
bargain she'd made with Luthor, and finally we're seeing her do that.

As for the denouement:
"The banker seemed unable to get the words out, until Luthor glared at him.
"...over *ten
billion dollars!* Sir, LexCorp is *bankrupt!*" "

Wow! Now that is justice - or at least the start of it. Great stuff.

Oh, and I ROFL'd at this bit:
"Lois laughed. "Well, I had to come up with something that you'd know was
from me...."
"Yes, well, I think you did that all right. Only you, Lois, would draw the
El shield and an
arrow in lipstick on the roof of a car!" "

Thanks, Phil, and can't wait for the final instalment!

Wendy
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Pat wrote:
>
>I *knew* that I was going to miss someone here; besides missing a
>comma between LabRat and Sheila Harper (though I'd love to see a joint
>effort by them ;) I forgot to thank C.C. Malo, and all of the FoLCs on
>the round robin teams :)
>
Geez, Pat, I have enough trouble coping with seeing my name in among such an
illustrious list and cheek by jowl with Sheila's, never mind anything else.
<g>

Glad you mentioned Carol - who must have provided some of my favourite
reading material this year so far. In gfic anyway. ;) And as someone still
woefully behind in their reading, who probably won't catch up until the
third Millenium, can I just say....me too!

LabRat :) (still trying to work out her nfic nominations...)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
labrat@ukf.net

"The Right Hon was a tubby little chap who looked as though he had been
poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "When!"  -- PG Wodehouse,
Very Good, Jeeves.

"We're living in an age where you have to call a chick and ask her if she'll
wear a dress tonight. And they say, "You're weird."  --- Tim Rose.
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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 12:08:26 +0100
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On Thu, 5 Aug 1999 16:51:04 -0400 "Tylke, Judith"
<jtylke@FLSOUTHERN.EDU> wrote:

>         Hazel, your fanfic recommendation was a really nice surprise,
little
> did I know when I started reading that one that you were recommending my
> story, wow!

Judith, you should know by now that your story caused quite a flutter
on this list! It's amazing; I don't know what's happening lately but
it seems every week now there's a couple of really great stories on
the Archive. I suspect that there'll be a number of new names in the
Kerth nominees lists next year, and a few new winners as well! I know
I already have a long list of stories I want to nominate.

> Getting feedback from those self same authors gives me
> goosebumps, how much better can it get then to have the authors you admire
> tell you they like your work?  Or offer constructive criticism that helps
> you to improve your skills simply because they are nice people?
>
Yep; know exactly how you feel, Judith. I still feel hugely flattered
that Sheila offered me some comments on A and B plot balance in one
of my recent stories. But then, FOLCs in general are 'darn nice guys.'

>         I received one not very nice mailing which mentioned 'verbosity'
and
> a few other unkind criticisms without any 'I liked that part' or 'this bit
> was good'.

Well, I did say 'in general.' I still feel guilty about a
not-very-complimentary review I posted to the Season 5 reviews site
last year; for a moment I allowed myself to forget the authors are
people who have feelings, like the rest of us. I want to apologise
for that, and I do try to do better now. So it does make me feel bad
when I hear that writers (especially newer writers) have received
unkind comments. Apart from Judith's own experience, I've heard that
one FOLC who posted a story here recently - which was complimented by
several readers - received one very unkind feedback email which has
made her think twice about writing any more. That makes me angry, I'm
afraid.

Wendy
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Okay, thanks for answering my question.  Dean expressed an interest in the
n-fics.  Fine.  Sounds good to me.  And it was great of you guys making sure
he got some  <vbg>

Sue

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Without further ado, here are the answers to my last quiz.

1. Ordinary People:  A Jimmy Olsen Adventure   by Mary Wallace

I found this to be a very humourous story!

2.STRANGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED  (TUFS Episode #14) by Julie Mack

Julie proves that she is just as strong writing gfic as nfic in this
story.

3.  Firestorm by Irene Dutchak

Um...no comment except to say I thought it might fool some of you.

4."Menage a Trois" - (A Lois & Clark Story) - by Vixen (12/14/94)

This is a great story for all those who wanted to see Lois get revenge
on Claude.

5.Behind Every Woman...   (TUFS, Episode #23)
By Kat Picson and Craig Byrne

Another TUFS episode that is a lot of fun!

6. Much Ado About ... by Phil Atcliffe

What can I say about this story except - if you haven't read it yet,
you better asap!

7.ALWAYS SOMETHING THERE TO REMIND ME By Zoomway

A beautifully written alt-Clark story with a twist.  One of my
favourite all time fanfics!

Wendy Richards won with 5 correct answers - #2, #3, #5, #6, and #7.

Congratulations Wendy.  You've won ... um, nothing!

Cindy and Diyan tied for 2nd place. Cindy guessed #3 and #7.  Diyan
guessed #6 and #7.

Thanks to everyone for playing.

I think I'm going to have to make my next quiz harder!

Irene

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In case there is anyone who hasn't yet read Part 4 of Margaret
Brignell's Only You series yet, get on over to her website and read
it! Margaret may have kept us waiting, but I can assure you that it
was worth it.

I know she prefers private feedback and that is what she will get,
but here's a couple of my favourite moments:

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'Superman was descending feet first, one arm raised above his head,
his cape fluttering up and behind him.  She had never seen
anything like it!  His arrivals on the evening news had given her
*no* idea of the absolute wonder of his presence.'

Oh yes. That is just a perfect description. Really, really nice.

'Lois sighed.  "Clark, has anyone ever informed you that you are a
complete idiot?" '

LOL! Only Lois would dare to tell Superman he's an idiot!

Wendy

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GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

wendymustpostwendymustpostwendymustpostclonusinterruptusclonusinterruptusand
atwitsendatwitsendwendymustpostwendymustpostwendymustpost

Okay everyone, join the chorus now... :)

Melisma

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At 10:53 AM 08/09/1999 +0100, you wrote:
>On Sat, 7 Aug 1999 08:13:17 -0700 Nancy Smith <deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET>
>wrote:
>>
>> Why aren't you going to post this to the Archive?  So what if it's a
joke?  Lois
>> and Clark (and your) fans deserve to read this one!  Remember, comedy
was an
>> integral part of the show!
>
>
>Hi Nan (and Irene and Debra),
>
>I'm not being coy or anything like that; I suppose I just felt about
>'Wit's End' in the same way as I do about a certain vignette on
>Zoom's nfic message boards (the one I refuse to name - see Anne's
>site <g> - and which Debra insists on calling 'Clonus Interruptus').
>'Wit's End' was written as sort of a spoof/joke, and while I'm
>surprised and delighted that so many people enjoyed it, I still have
>sort of mixed feelings about it.
>
>But perhaps I'll think about it, when my existing queue has lessened
>a bit <g>.
>
>Wendy
>----------------------
>Wendy Richards
>w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
>
>
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Wendy Richards wrote:

> On Sat, 7 Aug 1999 08:13:17 -0700 Nancy Smith <deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET>
> wrote:
> >
> > Why aren't you going to post this to the Archive?  So what if it's a
joke?  Lois
> > and Clark (and your) fans deserve to read this one!  Remember, comedy
was an
> > integral part of the show!
>
> Hi Nan (and Irene and Debra),
>
> I'm not being coy or anything like that; I suppose I just felt about
> 'Wit's End' in the same way as I do about a certain vignette on
> Zoom's nfic message boards (the one I refuse to name - see Anne's
> site <g> - and which Debra insists on calling 'Clonus Interruptus').
> 'Wit's End' was written as sort of a spoof/joke, and while I'm
> surprised and delighted that so many people enjoyed it, I still have
> sort of mixed feelings about it.
>
> But perhaps I'll think about it, when my existing queue has lessened
> a bit <g>.
>
> Wendy
> ----------------------
> Wendy Richards
> w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk

I hope you do.  I remember when I first came across the Archive in February
of this
year.  I was absolutely delighted to find all these stories about Lois and
Clark--the
more the better, as far as I was concerned.  The occasional spoof was a
wonderful
counterpoint to the ones that dealt with more dramatic subjects.  Lois and
Clark needs
comedy as well as all the rest.  The readers who don't belong to the email
list are
missing out, as I found out when I first discovered this list and dug back
through its
archives.  I think they would enjoy "At Wit's End"--even the American ones
who don't
recognize all the characters.  I know I did, and the only one I knew was Dr.
Who,
since my husband used to watch the show on some cable channel or other.
But, I
correctly guessed that the others were from other shows being shown in
England.
Anyhow, that's just my two cents.  Take it for what it's worth.

Nan
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Since Wendy apparently feels reluctant about posting her fic to the
archive, I thought I'd send out this quiz a bit earlier in a week to offer
her a bit of encouragement. ;)

Crossovers: that unique genre that exists only in fanfiction! (Well, comics
cross each other all the time, I'll admit, but only with other comics. In
fanfic, the crossovers can be truly bizarre. <g>) When I started putting
this quiz together, I was surprised to discover how many there were. I
tried to avoid using the same crossover more than once (LnC/X-files,
LnC/Batman, etc.), but it meant skipping a lot of the good ones.=20

As always, give title and author for full credit, and feel free to look it
up to your heart's content. :) Advance warning: two of the stories are
*not* available on the archive. You can specify the exact genre of the
crossover if you want to get a smiley-face sticker on your test paper.
Remember: SPOILER SPACE!

Excerpt 1:

"I'm bringing you in for the murder of twenty-seven people at the Jade
Palace last night."

The Joker just looked at him and started giggling maniacally, "Oh, that
little thing? Is that all? It was barely worth the effort I put into it."

"Why, Joker?"

"Have you ever eaten at that place? The food was simply h-o-r-r-i-b-l-e,
horrible. In good conscience, I couldn't let them remain open."

Clark started to see red. He grabbed the Joker by the neck and lifted him
off the ground. "All those people..."

Coughing, "showed an alarming lack of taste and style, eating in a dump
like that. They couldn't possibly be allowed to propagate those horrendous
tendencies on this already dreadfully dull world. That would have been a
REAL crime. Hahahahahahahehehehehe!"

Batman burst through a window in the front in time to hear the last bit of
their exchange. He immediately noticed the look of rage painted on
Superman's face. "Superman! PUT HIM DOWN NOW!" He saw Superman look slowly
in his direction, and then look back at the Joker.

The sound of Batman's voice broke the spell of hate and rage that had
engulfed Clark. His arms, and then his body began to shake. He tossed the
Joker in the direction of Batman. "Take him and lock him up. Get him out of
my sight," he said with disgust. Nausea swept over Clark, a reaction to
what he had just felt, what he had almost done. He had to either sit down
or fall down, and he chose to sit.

Meanwhile, Batman tied the Joker up, cuffed him to a cross bar on the other
side of the warehouse, and used a miniature cellular phone from his utility
belt to call Gordon for a pick up. As he walked back toward Superman, he
saw the pain and fear in his eyes. He spoke to Superman in a voice low
enough so the Joker could not hear. "The pain will lessen. It will never go
completely away, but it will lessen. Trust me, I know."

"I almost..."

"But you didn't. You didn't cross that line. You did the right thing.
That's what keeps us from becoming monsters like him."

Excerpt 2:

"Now, these two," Perry said as he pointed to Lois and Clark, "are my star
reporters.  They're practically like my own kids.  This is the dynamic duo
of Lois Lane and Clark Kent."

Robby Robertson moved toward them and shook their hands warmly. "I've read
most of your work, both of you.  You two are great.  Oh.. and your pieces
on Superman!  You've got to tell us how you do that.  We've been trying to
get Spider-Man to give us an exclusive for years!"  At the last comment
Jameson gruffed.

Lois and Clark looked at each other and shared the private joke. "Well,
Superman is a close friend to both of us.  When he wants to talk, we talk,"
Lois said factually.  *Never mind the fact that if Clark wants to talk to
Superman all he has to do is talk to himself!* Lois thought with a grin.

Robertson smiled warmly as he let go of their hands.  "Maybe we should put
Peter on the reporter beat.  After all, he gets those shots of Spidey.
Maybe he could get us an interview?"  The last line Robby directed over at
Peter who smiled briefly before getting elbowed by his wife.

"Cute couple."  Clark commented softly to Lois.  Lois in turn nodded.

Excerpt 3:

Sam Beckett felt the leap end, but it felt more gradual somehow as though
he were taking longer to find his way into this life.  He looked down and
saw a Superman costume.
=20
"Oh, boy," he muttered.  Taking stock of his surroundings he immediately
noticed that he was inside a green glowing cage, and that there appeared to
be no movie cameras.  He saw that the door was locked but that the keys
were in easy reach.  He heard a familiar clang behind him.

"Sam, you aren't going to believe this."

"What, Al?"

"There is a ninety eight percent probability that you are Superman and are
supposed to get out of this cage and get far away from it."

"You're right, I don't believe it.  But I don't have a better explanation,
and I seem to be thinking more clearly this trip."

Al shuddered, "Well, the guy in the waiting room just tore the door off its
hinges and disarmed a marine by melting his gun with what Ziggy said were
heat beams.  He apologized after we convinced him we weren't working for
Luthor." He shuddered again.

Excerpt 4:

"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha! Why is it always Marsha?" Lucy stormed up the
stairs, leaving Ellen and Lois gaping in her wake.

"Jan!" Ellen started up the stairs. Lois dropped her head to her hands.
This was one place she did not want to be.

She looked up, and sure enough, Jonathan was standing there, with Martha at
his side. They were dressed exactly like Mike Brady and Alice the maid.
Clark appeared behind them.

"Uh, Dad?"

"Yes, Greg?"

Clark suppressed a wince. "Where's the TV remote?"

"Is your homework done, son?"

"Yes."

"I believe that Peter had it last."

A scruffy dog ran through the room, dragging a battered metal box trailing
wires and dropping batteries. Jimmy ran after him, hollering, "Tiger! You
bad boy!"

Mxy chuckled behind them. "Nice try, kiddies." As Jimmy chased the dog in
circles around the kitchen, the imp frowned. "Even I can't take much more
of this."

Excerpt 5:

"Now let me see if I understand this," Quinn asked himself some time later.
"I'm told there's a man who can fly, has the strength of a thousand men,
bounces bullets and lasers off his chest like spitwads, he sees through
things, melts things with his eyes, and can see the atoms of an object if
he wishes.  Human kind has no defense against him except for a green rock.
He's saved the world on more occasions that one would care to count, helps
people, stopped California from slipping into the ocean and still is bent
on human destruction.  And STILL isn't a human, but an alien.  Is that
about right?  You had me going until you said alien. I mean there's no such
thing... on Earth, that is. Probability indicates there is life=
 elsewhere..."

Quinn was interrupted in his train of though by a deep sigh from the
professor, "Not quite, Mr.  Mallory."

"*MR.*?  I had completed my first doctorate and gained my first billion by
the time I was 19!" the shock was obvious on the Dr. Mallory's face.  An
obvious disgust grew on his face. "What happened?"

"Maybe I could have done those things, but I chose to have a life!  I
joined the football team, screwed up, got a job, all the normal teenage
things.  I just wanted to stay healthy, no, *normal*. I'm not so full of
myself to believe I *could* have done them, but maybe."

"Good Lord!  I can't imagine not succeeding where my father wanted me to so
much before his death."

"Well, MY father wanted me to live normally, not be a slave to my mind!"

"Man, this is getting confusing," Rembrandt's attempt at humor calmed the
situation a bit.

"OK, Rembrandt, he's Dr. Mallory and just call me Quinn." The healthier of
the two added with a pointed barb at his counterpart.

"Gentlemen!" the professor's harsh voice broke the rage  both Quinns were
beginning to feel, "If I may get us back on track, Mr. Mallory, in 1966 a
meteorite crashed near Smallville, Kansas.  Now this is what the public
believes.  In that day and age, I was still operating under my doctorate
title as a quantum physicist for the US Air Force.  I had no direct
involvement, but there were rumors all over the base I was stationed at
that it was not a meteorite but an alien space craft.  A birthing matrix,
if rumors are to be believed.  A living infant child was supposedly
recovered.  Even those of us who heard rumors were sworn to secrecy.  And
the couple who discovered the child were paid off.  The US Armed Forces
feared another Roswell, New Mexico incident."

"But if this were true professor, why don't *we* have a 'Superman'?"

Quinn's question was only natural.  However he knew what Wade's reaction
was going to be.  After a long, drawn-out breath Arturo answered, "Again,
if rumors are to believed, he was... dissected."  No statement ever hurt
more.=20

Excerpt 6:

"Guns don't mean anything to me," Superman said with a sniff.  "Especially
not toy guns."=20

"I think this one will," Sydney said with a sneer.  Pressing the trigger,
Superman was stunned by the impact of a kryptonite ray, which came out at
him.  She had obviously come to Metropolis prepared, as this "toy gun" had
enough kryptonite to put Clark six feet under.=20

A huge breeze whipped past the two of them, accompanied by a red blur--and
Sydney screamed out as she was picked up, her gun being tossed aside.
Clark looked up, seeing the woman tied up with rope and sitting on the
ground.=20

But was most astonishing was seeing who was standing there.  "So we meet at
last," the man said, extending his hand as he greeted Superman.  The man
was dressed in red from head to toe, and Clark immediately recognized him
as the Flash--the speediest superhero around, possibly even faster then
himself.=20

"Thanks for the help," Clark said, shaking his hand. Looking at the Flash,
he felt a strange sense, as though he knew him from somewhere. =20

"Any time," the Flash said.  As the prison guards ran up to take care of a
very shaken Sydney, he said, "Sorry to talk and run--but I need to get back
to work.  I'll be seeing you."  Clark watched as the Flash began to run
away, almost appearing to vanish as he ran at a speed rivaling Superman's.=
=20

Excerpt 7:

Lois Lane opened the two windows which faced her small balcony. "Superman
will probably be in a hurry, and my apartment doesn't have collision
insurance."

"It's been quite a while, Ms. Lane," Mulder commented.  "Maybe he's not
coming."

"Well," Lois shrugged.  "I don't know how far away he is, or at what
distance he can pick up the signal.  But he always comes back to
Metropolis.  He'll be here."

Scully leaned against the sofa.  "I've read that Superman considers
Metropolis his home.  I wonder what drew him here in the first place?"

At that moment a blue and red blur passed through a balcony window and
solidified into the form of Superman.  The costumed man tenderly placed a
hand on Ms. Lane's cheek.  "Are you all right, Lois?"

Scully shot a glance to Mulder and wondered if Superman had unintentionally
answered her question.  Mulder nodded and stepped toward the Man of Steel,
"I'm afraid Ms. Lane called you for us, Superman."

Superman looked at the strangers for a moment and then interposed his body
between them and Lois Lane.  "What are the guns for?"

Mulder raised his eyebrows.  "I guess the stories about your x-ray vision
are true."

Excerpt 8:

He walked cautiously up to the structure, discreetly lowering his glasses
so that he could take a  look inside. No success; it seemed to be lined
with *something* preventing his vision from penetrating it, though
strangely enough Clark didn't think it was lead. The structure had windows
on the front, but they were opaque, although a strange glow seemed to come
>from within. On the front, a small sign read 'Police Box.'=20

Police? No police precinct that Clark knew of had ever used a structure
like this.=20

The door was slightly ajar. He hesitated, wondering whether it was safe to
enter given the inexplicable way in which the structure had simply appeared
in front of them. But a small hand pushed its way past him, thrusting the
door further open.

"Come on, Clark!" Lois urged, "Don't you want to get the story here?"

"Lois!" Clark protested. "We don't know what's in there - I can't=85" he
lowered his voice noticeably, "=85X-ray it."

"Oh, we'll be fine," she dismissed his concern. "You're more than capable
of getting us out safely." She darted past him and inside the structure.
With a wry, helpless grimace, he followed her.

Once inside, Clark couldn't believe what he was seeing. The structure,
police box, whatever it was, had appeared from the outside to be large
enough to house one, perhaps two people. Inside, it was cavernous; they
stood inside one large room and it seemed that there were others off it.

"Clark=85 what the heck is this?" Lois demanded, coming to stand next to=
 him.

"I have absolutely no idea," he told her, staring around him in bafflement.

"It's a TARDIS, of course," a booming, English-accented voice sounded from
behind them. They swung around, to be confronted by a tall man with
twinkling eyes and unruly curly hair. He wore a long woollen coat and a
multicoloured scarf which reached almost to his ankles.

Excerpt 9:

Lois turned back to the mirror, and sighed happily, "Don't I look like a
princess out of a fairy tale?"=20

Clark put his hands on her shoulders, "So where's your fairy godmothers or
whatever princesses have?"=20

Lois laughed and turned back to Clark and kissed him lightly on the lips,
"You get, you have to change into your tux and you had better not stand me
up on the altar buddy!"=20

"No mam, Prince Charming's honor"=20

"Do Prince Charmings have honor?" Lois laughed at the idea of Clark and all
the fairy tale Princes standing in line reciting the "Prince Charming's
Code of Honor".=20

"Why do you think I'm leaving right now, and not taking you away to have
you all to myself right now." Clark laughed and took her in his arms and
kissed her quite soundly.

High in the corner of the room, three little women appeared with a pop.
All were dressed in the same type of dresses and pointy hats that tied
under their chins.  One was dressed in yellow, another in blue and the
third in pink.  They all had little wings on their backs and were carrying
magic wands in their hands.  They fluttered around in the corner of the
room, buzzing in happiness.=20

"Oh my, doesn't she look just positively beautiful" Fauna, the yellow fairy
said.=20

"Yes, we have done well haven't we?" Flora, the pink fairy said.=20

"Well, she was harder to raise than any of the others, Aurora included."
Merryweather, the blue fairy said, with a harmphf.=20

"Well, it all turned out right in the end, don't you think Merryweather?"
Fauna said.=20

"But something isn't quite right, is it?" the Merryweather, blue fairy was
frowning looking at Lois, "It's her dress."  And with that, Merryweather
waved her wand at Lois and the color of her dress changed from white to=
 blue.=20

Flora, who was looking elsewhere at the time, saw the color of Lois's dress
and said, "Oh No, that will never do, Pink" and as she waved her magic
wand, the color of Lois's dress changed from blue to pink.=20

"Flora, quit that, Blue."=20

"I will not Merryweather, Pink."=20

"Blue."=20

"Pink."

Excerpt 10:

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 their
galaxy.=
=20

"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?"=20

"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."=20

"It will manifest itself in other ways, though," Jor reminded her. "It's an
incredibly rich planet in that respect. He'll be tremendously strong
there."=
=20

"Let him be," Lara said. "Let him be strong, Jor. Let him be more powerful
than any other being on the planet. Let him fly, for all I care." She
hugged her precious son tightly. "Just let him live," she added, her voice
so low Jor could barely hear her.=20

Enjoy!
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> Excerpt 1:
Don't know the story, but it's a Batman crossover

> Excerpt 2:
>
> "Now, these two," Perry said as he pointed to Lois and Clark, "are my star
> reporters.  They're practically like my own kids.  This is the dynamic duo
> of Lois Lane and Clark Kent."

Don't know what it is, but it's a Spiderman crossover

> Excerpt 3:
>
> Sam Beckett felt the leap end, but it felt more gradual somehow as though
> he were taking longer to find his way into this life.  He looked down and
> saw a Superman costume.

Don't know it (this is getting to be a pattern <g>) but it's Quantum
Leap.
>
> Excerpt 4:
>
> "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha! Why is it always Marsha?" Lucy stormed up the
> stairs, leaving Ellen and Lois gaping in her wake.

Um... don't know what... but it's the Brady Bunch.
>
>
> Excerpt 6:
>
> "Guns don't mean anything to me," Superman said with a sniff.  "Especially
> not toy guns."
>
Don't know what it is, but it's a Flash crossover.

> Excerpt 7:
>
> Lois Lane opened the two windows which faced her small balcony. "Superman
> will probably be in a hurry, and my apartment doesn't have collision
> insurance."

Aha! Well, I know this one - Lois and Clark meet the X-Files, by
Zoomway. An X-files crossover, perchance?

> Excerpt 8:
>
> He walked cautiously up to the structure, discreetly lowering his glasses
> so that he could take a  look inside. No success;

Hazel, Hazel, Hazel... 'At Wit's End in the East End'... by... um....
And it's both a Doctor Who *and* an EastEnders crossover ;)

> Excerpt 10:
>
> By the following morning, all was in readiness. Death loomed menacingly
> over the planet's skies, drawing nearer and nearer with each passing
> moment.

And I know this too!  'Escape from Krypton', by.... none other than
Hazel!

Wendy
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In a message dated 8/9/99 7:08:54 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<< So it does make me feel bad
 when I hear that writers (especially newer writers) have received
 unkind comments. Apart from Judith's own experience, I've heard that
 one FOLC who posted a story here recently - which was complimented by
 several readers - received one very unkind feedback email which has
 made her think twice about writing any more. >>

Wendy makes a very good point here.  I think people need to remember that,
for the most part, these authors are not professional writers and in many
cases aren't even out of school yet.  As a teacher who has to critique what
students write, I can say that anyone who feels they have comments to make
that will be perceived by an author as "negative" should think several times
about if they should do so at all.  I would recommend that if one wants to
be
critical, one should: a) write privately, not to the list, b) begin the
comments with some specific, positive feedback, c) make the criticism in as
kind and as helpful a manner as possible (i.e. "I couldn't help but notice
that you used a lot of run-on sentences which made it difficult to follow
the
plot."), and pick only ONE thing to criticize, and d) finish up with some
more positive comments.

I think it is possible that a lot of talent could be stifled by negative
feedback and it would be everyone's loss.  I can think of one writer in
particular that I recently wrote to because I was so moved by her most
recent
story.  The difference in her writing over the last year is amazing.  Her
style has matured and become much more polished.  I shudder to think what
might have happened had she received a lot of negative criticism.  I have a
feeling she may have received some helpful advice from editors or fans; but
the point is, you can let someone know something gently, if you feel it is
that important.   Otherwise, to quote everyone's mother, "If you can't say
something nice, don't say anything at all."

The authors are, as Wendy says, people with feelings, who taking time and
energy to do something which brings the rest of us a lot of enjoyment.

(I'll get off my soapbox now.)

Ann
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Ann E. McBride wrote:

> In a message dated 8/9/99 7:08:54 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
> ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:
>
> << So it does make me feel bad
>  when I hear that writers (especially newer writers) have received
>  unkind comments. Apart from Judith's own experience, I've heard that
>  one FOLC who posted a story here recently - which was complimented by
>  several readers - received one very unkind feedback email which has
>  made her think twice about writing any more. >>
>
> Wendy makes a very good point here.  I think people need to remember that,
> for the most part, these authors are not professional writers and in many
> cases aren't even out of school yet.  As a teacher who has to critique
what
> students write, I can say that anyone who feels they have comments to make
> that will be perceived by an author as "negative" should think several
times
> about if they should do so at all.  I would recommend that if one wants to
be
> critical, one should: a) write privately, not to the list, b) begin the
> comments with some specific, positive feedback, c) make the criticism in
as
> kind and as helpful a manner as possible (i.e. "I couldn't help but notice
> that you used a lot of run-on sentences which made it difficult to follow
the
> plot."), and pick only ONE thing to criticize, and d) finish up with some
> more positive comments.
>
> I think it is possible that a lot of talent could be stifled by negative
> feedback and it would be everyone's loss.  I can think of one writer in
> particular that I recently wrote to because I was so moved by her most
recent
> story.  The difference in her writing over the last year is amazing.  Her
> style has matured and become much more polished.  I shudder to think what
> might have happened had she received a lot of negative criticism.  I have
a
> feeling she may have received some helpful advice from editors or fans;
but
> the point is, you can let someone know something gently, if you feel it is
> that important.   Otherwise, to quote everyone's mother, "If you can't say
> something nice, don't say anything at all."
>
> The authors are, as Wendy says, people with feelings, who taking time and
> energy to do something which brings the rest of us a lot of enjoyment.
>
> (I'll get off my soapbox now.)
>
> Ann

I second that!  I was pretty nervous when I submitted my first fanfic
("Dagger of
the Mind".).  If I had gotten a lot of negative feedback, I might never have
tried again.  I can take some, but when you're new at anything a lot of
nasty
comments can kill your desire to continue.  I have often thought that even
professional critics are frequently unnecessarily nasty in their reviews.
There's a difference between pointing out a weak spot and saying "The whole
thing
sucks".  Nastiness as a goal in itself isn't good; constructive criticism
is,
which is something I think a lot of people tend to forget in their desire to
show
how erudite and suave they can be, and how much better they are than the
rest of
us.  (Sorry about the soapbox.  This is a particular peeve of mine.  Mean
people
irritate me.)
Anyhow, if you have the desire to be nasty about someone's writing, kindly
remember that you may be killing off a burgeoning talent.  Even if a first
story
has some flaws, subsequent ones will get better and better.  I've seen it in
just
the short amount of time I've been reading L and C fan fiction.  So please
exercise some discretion.

Nan Smith
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Heather and Melisma -

    Thank you both for helping me out!  I'll check "Top Copy," and by the
way, I like that ep, too!

-Rachel  :)
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A second entry... I was skipping through the Archive for extracts for
my next quiz (coming soon...) when I stumbled on these. So, while my
first three entries were stories I recognised without any help,
Hazel, this entry is as the result of a little detective work ;)

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>
> Sam Beckett felt the leap end, but it felt more gradual somehow as though
> he were taking longer to find his way into this life.  He looked down and
> saw a Superman costume.

Lois and Clark/Quantum Leap Crossover - Michael Chary

> Excerpt 5:
>
> "Now let me see if I understand this," Quinn asked himself some time
later.
> "I'm told there's a man who can fly,

A Slide into Heroism - Scott Johnston (Sliders)

> Excerpt 6:
>
> "Guns don't mean anything to me," Superman said with a sniff.  "Especially
> not toy guns."

The Flash - Kyle Harper (TUFS)

Wendy

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I don't mean to be rude, but wouldn't it be quite odd for Teri to be reading
that stuff, especially when she is married? I mean reading about her and
"Clark" doing the snow melting boot shaker..especially with all the rumours
going around about her and him. Okay, now I am making no sense.
 LOL
 Erin
 -who is not even old enough to read nfic-
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Rhonda said:
>Hi everyone,
>
>I mostly lurk, but the quality of the fanfic I've been seeing on this list
>has made me bold enough to ask--are there any FoLCs who are also duSERs?
>I'd love to see a serious story where Ben Fraser and Ray Vecchio (the
>original, not Kowalski) meet and work with Clark Kent and Lois Lane.  Just
>think--Superman and Super Mountie!  <g>
>
>Bye,
>Rhonda

Oooh, wow.  I don't write fanfic, but I agree.  A Lois and Clark/Due South
crossover would be great!  Someone, please, use her idea!  I'll be first in
line to read it.

Jessi
jessi914@hotmail.com

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Labrat wrote:
<<Glad you mentioned Carol - who must have provided some of my favourite
reading material this year so far. In gfic anyway. ;)>>  Thanks for the
comment, Labrat, especially right now.   And let me return the compliment,
both g & n. <g> I did try writing an nfic scene but when I reread it, --LOL
.
 Sometimes, the better part of valour, etc.

Carol
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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 15:29:11 -0500
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I just wanted to take this opportunity to say farewell to you all.  It seems
that I've lost interest in LnC and am leaving FoLCdom and will not be
writing anymore.  I wanted to let you all know that you've meant the world
to me and I've appreciated everyone who's said such wonderful things about
my stories.  I'll miss you all.

Mandy
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>From MR. D8A's work email

Aww Mandy don't go.  I hope that it was nothing I said about your stories.
I did love reading about the New Adventures of Ultra Woman and Superman.  It
saddened my heart and took the wind out of my sails to read your email.  I
feel so melancholy right now and am tearing up.  I hope no one comes into my
cube for a while.

You have so much potential.  I would hate to see it go to waste because of a
few insensitive comments.

Please don't go.

And shame on you whoever darkened and crushed her creative spirit.

MR. D8A  A.K.A.  James

Philippians 4:8
...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is
pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is
excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.
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Aww Mandy don't go.  I hope that it was nothing I said
about your stories.  I did love reading about the New
Adventures of Ultra Woman and Superman.  It saddened
my heart and took the wind out of my sails to read
your email.  I feel so melancholy right now and am
tearing up.  I hope no one comes into my cube for a
while.

You have so much potential.  I would hate to see it go
to waste because of a few insensitive comments.

Please don't go.

And shame on you whoever darkened and crushed her
creative spirit.

===
Mr. D8a
Philipians 4:8
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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 14:30:06 -0700
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Mandy Crustner wrote:

> I just wanted to take this opportunity to say farewell to you all.  It
seems
> that I've lost interest in LnC and am leaving FoLCdom and will not be
> writing anymore.  I wanted to let you all know that you've meant the world
> to me and I've appreciated everyone who's said such wonderful things about
> my stories.  I'll miss you all.
>
> Mandy

I hope you haven't taken the comments of some critic to heart, Mandy.  I
think
your writing is wonderful.  I loved your "When Separate Worlds Collide"
stories
in particular, and was looking forward to the next installment.  It's a
severe
loss to all of us in FoLC-dom to lose you.  Are you sure you won't
reconsider?

Nan Smith
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Nan wrote,
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From:         Margaret Brignell <brignell@SYMPATICO.CA>
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At 01:27 PM 8/9/1999 +0100, Wendy wrote:
>In case there is anyone who hasn't yet read Part 4 of Margaret
>Brignell's Only You series yet, get on over to her website and read
>it! Margaret may have kept us waiting, but I can assure you that it
>was worth it.

Thank you:)  I was afraid all that waiting would have given people
"lunchbag letdown"<g>

>I know she prefers private feedback and that is what she will get,

:)  And, I got it and I'll be replying, um, er...shortly<g>

>but here's a couple of my favourite moments:
:)

Despite the fact that I can never *stand* my stories by the time I
"publish" them, these are two of the things I too liked about this one:)

Margaret

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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 18:04:03 EDT
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Mandy!!
Nooooo don't leave!!!!!!! :(:(:(
You will be missed terribly so if you decide to come back, remember you
still
have lots of people online who think you rock!  Don't forget us! :(

Mols
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Nooooooooooooooo, Mandy.  You just can not leave.  You were the first one I
met on this list and you were
the first to make me feel not alone with loving L&C so much.  You just can
not go, I won't let you. You have to
stay, you just have to.   I've read all your stories and I want
more.........I can't lose a friend like you,   You will
not go. Please.
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Mandy :( ::sniff:: I love ya man!! You rock. Please don't leave us ;*(
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At 11:01 PM 08/08/1999 -0600, you wrote:
>
> Hi everyone,
>
> I mostly lurk, but the quality of the fanfic I've been seeing on this list
> has made me bold enough to ask--are there any FoLCs who are also duSERs?
I'd
> love to see a serious story where Ben Fraser and Ray Vecchio (the
original,
> not Kowalski) meet and work with Clark Kent and Lois Lane.  Just
> think--Superman and Super Mountie!  <g>
>
> Bye,
> Rhonda

Fraser/Superman:  "Nice suit."

I can see Lois and Ray trying to outsleuth the suits, and Deif setting them
all
straight. I'd have it be in L&C's prerevelation time period, too, if I could
think of an A plot. Only Dief and Clark would know Clark's secret...

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
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At 08:26 PM 08/08/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>Hey everyone -
>
>    I haven't contributed much to this list, so you don't know me, but I
was
>just wondering if anyone knew the first names of the famous Norcross and
>Judd?  I've heard the names Billy and Serena, and I think those are ones
that
>are mentioned in one of the eps, but I can't be certain.
>
>Thanks!
>
>-Rachel M.  :)

Joe and Judy?
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Mandy Crustner wrote:
>
> I just wanted to take this opportunity to say farewell to you all.  It
seems
> that I've lost interest in LnC and am leaving FoLCdom and will not be
> writing anymore.  I wanted to let you all know that you've meant the world
> to me and I've appreciated everyone who's said such wonderful things about
> my stories.  I'll miss you all.
>
> Mandy

Mandy,

I don't know why everyone's assuming that you're leaving the list
because of a merciless crit -- unless I'm out of the loop here.  I
prefer to think that you're leaving because there's something new and
wonderful in your life which is taking up all of your attention.  I wish
you a great deal of luck, and thank you for your recent kind comments to
me.  This week I will make it my business to read your last L&C fic and
send you my comments. I feel that good writers deserve well thought out
feedback, and I know (and hope) that you'll want to continue writing in
some capacity.  You're talent is blossoming and you shouldn't stop now.

Best wishes,
Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 21:09:48 -0400
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Hello Everyone:

Just wanted to drop a line to folcs who live in the Washington, D.C.
area or who are coming to see Cabaret or visit our fair city during the
Labor Day weekend that I am making reservations for a brunch scheduled
for Sunday, Sept. 5 at Gabriel at the Radisson Barcelo near Dupont
Circle.  Gabriel is a very popular, highly recommended brunch
destination.  In fact, they've informed me that they're going to be
closed for most of the week during this period and open *only* for their
Sunday brunch. (Unless the guy talking to me didn't know his um ... xxx
>from his elbow.<g>)  Then, maybe, we'll go for the gospel brunch at the
Corcoran.

Gabriel serves an all-you-can-eat buffet for $19.75 per person.  Their
cuisine has a slightly South American flavor, however it's not
overwhelming. They have four "stations" -- one with traditional food
(eggs, muffins,
pastries, bacon, sausage, etc.); one with meat (suckling pig, carved
roast beef, quesadillas<sp>); one with hot casseroles, salads, paella,
and other wonderful delicacies, and one with all kinds of desserts
including pies, custards, and cakes.  You can visit all of them as many
times as you like.  The atmosphere is very cozy and the service is
friendly. If you are of age and like to drink, included in the price is
as many mimosas as you'd like.

2121 P Street NW, Washington, DC (Between 21st and  22nd Streets NW in
the Radisson-Barcelo Washington Hotel).

Anyway, there are approx. seven of us going as long as I can make the
reservation.<g>  Please e-mail me asap either at smcdermin@erols.com or
smcdermi@nas.edu (my office e-mail) if you'd like to join the group.
I'm thinking 11:00 a.m. seating, if not we'll go for the 1:00 p.m.

You're more than welcome.

Sandy (in Washington, D.C.)
smcdermin@erols.com
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Debby wrote:
<<Fraser/Superman:  "Nice suit.">>

simultaneous reply from both "Thank-you kindly."

& also <<Only Dief and Clark would know Clark's secret...>>

maybe Fraser's Dad, too?

btw, historical trivia -- John Diefenbaker's nickname was "The Chief" so I'm
sure there's a Perry crossover here somewhere.

Carol
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Sorry to send this to the whole list, but Cindy, I've lost your
address.  I was all set to send you some proofed pages of your very
excellent work, and ... ARGH!!

Please email me privately at sirenegold@yahoo.com and I will get back
to you.

Sorry again to inconvenience everyone else!

Irene
Who is getting really good at juggling but occasionally drops a ball (g)
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Date:         Mon, 9 Aug 1999 21:38:11 -0400
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The subject's a play on that David Niven book, "Bring on the Empty
Horses." (The story behind the title is funny in and of itself.)  By the
way, for those who haven't read him, David Niven wrote some wonderful
books about his time in Hollywood and all the old legends, including his
experiences "rooming" with Errol Flynn. His other book was "The Moon's a
Balloon."

Wendy Richards wrote:
>
> On Thu, 5 Aug 1999 16:51:04 -0400 "Tylke, Judith"
> <jtylke@FLSOUTHERN.EDU> wrote:
>
>         I received one not very nice mailing which mentioned 'verbosity'
and
> a few other unkind criticisms without any 'I liked that part' or 'this bit
> was good'.

>>Well, I did say 'in general.' I still feel guilty about a
>>not-very-complimentary review I posted to the Season 5 reviews site
>>last year; for a moment I allowed myself to forget the authors are
>>people who have feelings, like the rest of us. I want to apologise
>>for that, and I do try to do better now.

I read your S5 comments, Wendy, and I don't understand what you're
chastising yourself for.  Your comments were honest, straightforward,
and bore no malice that I could perceive.  Both Season 5 and Season 6
have an area for reviews -- labelled simply ... reviews -- not praise
and plaudits *only.*  It's okay to like one story less than another.
That's what makes us individuals.  As long as you're not personally
attacking someone or saying that the writer should never write again, I
think it's okay to have an opinion.  What makes us adults is the ability
to disagree in an adult manner and offer our opinions honestly.  We are
among friends aren't we?

Perhaps what you're implying is that you didn't offer enough
substantiation in your review?

>So it does make me feel bad
>when I hear that writers (especially newer writers) have received
>unkind comments. Apart from Judith's own experience, I've heard that
>one FOLC who posted a story here recently - which was complimented by
>several readers - received one very unkind feedback email which has
>made her think twice about writing any more. That makes me angry, I'm
>afraid.

Although I certainly don't support "unkind feedback," I wouldn't want to
give constructive criticism a black-eye either. We talk a lot about
young people on this list and err on the side of protecting them.  We
now have very careful rules about criticism.  But, I think we are
sending the wrong message.  We appear to be saying that criticism is
something so embarrassing, it must be handled off list.  That having
someone make a constructive comment about a story publicly is something
to be ashamed of -- both for the writer and the "critic" (for lack of a
better term).

I can understand how one "unkind" email (and I put that in quotes
because I'm not sure all our definitions are the same) can overwhelm a
person -- so much so that it doesn't matter how many other glowing
remarks you get *that's* the one upon which a writer will focus.  I can
understand because it's happened to me, and it didn't make me feel good
either.  But, when I think of all the wonderful back-channel,
constructive comments which are being made and which we all could
benefit from if we could only read them, I get frustrated.  It's too bad
that in order to eliminate that one potentially bad e-mail, we've
eliminated a lot of good e-mails -- or at least pushed them behind the
scenes.

Sandy -- who recently received a comment from someone that another
person's critique of my short story was more interesting than my story
itself.<g>  I agreed with the guy and thanked him for "just his personal
opinion," as he put it.  It drove him crazy, and he wrote another e-mail
backtracking.;) (Still, my heavy-handed critic is a marvelous poet and
someday, when he grows up, I think he'll be wonderful too.)
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At 09:13 PM 8/9/1999 -0400, Carol wrote:
>Debby wrote:
><<Fraser/Superman:  "Nice suit.">>
>
>simultaneous reply from both "Thank-you kindly."
>
>& also <<Only Dief and Clark would know Clark's secret...>>
>
>maybe Fraser's Dad, too?
>
>btw, historical trivia -- John Diefenbaker's nickname was "The Chief" so
I'm
>sure there's a Perry crossover here somewhere.

Oh, oh, I can't resist<g> They could have the final coup in "The
Diefenbunker" (the 50's/60's bomb shelter for politicians just outside
Ottawa<g>) and they could capture that infamous rival of the Dief (Elbows
Pearson) doing some dastardly deed<G>

Margaret
Lester B. Pearson was another Prime Minister of Canada aka "Elbows" since
his name was L. Bowles<g>

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In a message dated 08/09/1999 9:18:07 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
sirenegold@YAHOO.COM writes:

<< Sorry again to inconvenience everyone else! >>

Speaking for myself, I was somewhat amused by your subject line. Couldn't at
all figure what might be in this message...

--Laurie
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At 09:13 PM 08/09/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>Debby wrote:
><<Fraser/Superman:  "Nice suit.">>
>
>simultaneous reply from both "Thank-you kindly."
>
>& also <<Only Dief and Clark would know Clark's secret...>>
>
>maybe Fraser's Dad, too?

Fraser Sr.: I say, you're tall, dark and ghostly. Who are you?
Surprise guest: I'm Jor-el. That one's dad. It's fun watching the kids,
isn't
it?

>btw, historical trivia -- John Diefenbaker's nickname was "The Chief" so
I'm
>sure there's a Perry crossover here somewhere.
>
>Carol

I'm thinking it would be good for Superman to split after putting in a brief
appearance and CK and BF trying inadvertantly to out-mild each other while
Lois
and Ray argue all the time :)  On neutral territory probably. Not Chicago,
the
Yukon or Metropolis.

Debby
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In a message dated 8/9/99 5:32:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:

<<
 Mandy Crustner wrote:

 > I just wanted to take this opportunity to say farewell to you all.  It
seems
 > that I've lost interest in LnC and am leaving FoLCdom and will not be
 > writing anymore.  I wanted to let you all know that you've meant the
world
 > to me and I've appreciated everyone who's said such wonderful things
about
 > my stories.  I'll miss you all.
 >
 > Mandy

 I hope you haven't taken the comments of some critic to heart, Mandy.  I
think
 your writing is wonderful.  I loved your "When Separate Worlds Collide"
stories
 in particular, and was looking forward to the next installment.  It's a
severe
 loss to all of us in FoLC-dom to lose you.  Are you sure you won't
reconsider?
  >>

Mandy,

I've got to go with Nan on this one.  You and your stories will be sorely
missed.  (Didn't you kind of leave us hanging in "When Separate Worlds
Collide"? )  I'll join with Nan to ask, won't you think about reconsidering?

Ann
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In a message dated 8/9/99 9:31:08 AM EST, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

Before I give my answer to the only fanfic out of this group i have read, I
just have to say that the fanfic about Marsha and Jan.. etc. had my
ROTFLMAO!
 That is DEFINATELY a fanfic I have got to read! <G>

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

<< Excerpt 7:

 Lois Lane opened the two windows which faced her small balcony. "Superman
 will probably be in a hurry, and my apartment doesn't have collision
 insurance."

 "It's been quite a while, Ms. Lane," Mulder commented.  "Maybe he's not
 coming."

 "Well," Lois shrugged.  "I don't know how far away he is, or at what
 distance he can pick up the signal.  But he always comes back to
 Metropolis.  He'll be here."

 Scully leaned against the sofa.  "I've read that Superman considers
 Metropolis his home.  I wonder what drew him here in the first place?"

 At that moment a blue and red blur passed through a balcony window and
 solidified into the form of Superman.  The costumed man tenderly placed a
 hand on Ms. Lane's cheek.  "Are you all right, Lois?"

 Scully shot a glance to Mulder and wondered if Superman had unintentionally
 answered her question.  Mulder nodded and stepped toward the Man of Steel,
 "I'm afraid Ms. Lane called you for us, Superman."

 Superman looked at the strangers for a moment and then interposed his body
 between them and Lois Lane.  "What are the guns for?"

 Mulder raised his eyebrows.  "I guess the stories about your x-ray vision
 are true."
  >>

Ok this is the only fanfic I have read and all i can sorta remember is the
title and i think it was "Lois and Clark, Meet the X-files." by Zoomway.  Am
i right?

Alexis ;-.)
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Hi there..

I am currently in the midst of writing my first fanfic and i had a couple of
clarifying questions.

First of all, can someone tell me the name of the resteraunt where Lois and
Clark had their first date?

And secondly, Mxy plays a prominate role in my story.  I have often seen him
reffered to as an imp.  i was under the impression that he was a nymph.  Or
am I correct and i am just spelling it wrong?  Please help???

Thanks in advance!

Alexis ;-.)
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In a message dated 8/9/99 10:50:16 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Debby@SWCP.COM
writes:

<<
 I'm thinking it would be good for Superman to split after putting in a
brief
 appearance and CK and BF trying inadvertantly to out-mild each other while
 Lois
 and Ray argue all the time :)  On neutral territory probably. Not Chicago,
the
 Yukon or Metropolis.
  >>

LOL!  I can see it now.  Not only could CK an BF try to out-mild each other,
they could out-trivial each other too.  Lois and Ray of course, would
probably need paava leaves before it was all over.

Ann
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In a message dated 8/9/99 11:36:26 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
MsLoisette@aol.com writes:

<<
 First of all, can someone tell me the name of the resteraunt where Lois and
 Clark had their first date?

 And secondly, Mxy plays a prominate role in my story.  I have often seen
him
 reffered to as an imp.  i was under the impression that he was a nymph.  Or
 am I correct and i am just spelling it wrong?  Please help???
  >>

Can't answer the first question, although it maybe on Zoomway's concordance
or Jeff Sykes's Episode guides.

Mxy is an imp.  I believe that nymphs are always females, of the good fairy
variety and live in nature, i.e. wood and water nymphs.  But good ole Mxy
("spelled the usual way") tells people he is an imp, a mischief-making
demon,
according to my son the mythology scholar.

Ann
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LOLLOLLOLLOL!!!

Margaret, why don't *you* write that crossover? Sounds like you have some
terrific ideas :) I, the disloyal (or perhaps just ignorant) Canuck that I
am, have never seen Due South, but I think it would be magnifique for
another Canadian to write it... Er, perhaps I could do the LnC parts and
you do the DS parts? (I can't believe I just suggested it!)

Melisma

----------------------------------------
At 09:50 PM 08/09/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>At 09:13 PM 8/9/1999 -0400, Carol wrote:
>>Debby wrote:
>><<Fraser/Superman:  "Nice suit.">>
>>
>>simultaneous reply from both "Thank-you kindly."
>>
>>& also <<Only Dief and Clark would know Clark's secret...>>
>>
>>maybe Fraser's Dad, too?
>>
>>btw, historical trivia -- John Diefenbaker's nickname was "The Chief" so
I'm
>>sure there's a Perry crossover here somewhere.
>
>Oh, oh, I can't resist<g> They could have the final coup in "The
>Diefenbunker" (the 50's/60's bomb shelter for politicians just outside
>Ottawa<g>) and they could capture that infamous rival of the Dief (Elbows
>Pearson) doing some dastardly deed<G>
>
>Margaret
>Lester B. Pearson was another Prime Minister of Canada aka "Elbows" since
>his name was L. Bowles<g>
>
>
>%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
>Margaret Brignell
>brignell@sympatico.ca
>Ottawa, Canada
>
>
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"Ann E. McBride" wrote:

> Can't answer the first question, although it maybe on Zoomway's
concordance
> or Jeff Sykes's Episode guides.
>

I know where the concordance is, but do you have a url for Jeff Syke's
Episode
guides?

Cindy
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In a message dated 8/9/99 11:42:40 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
chaste@CYBERHOTLINE.COM writes:

<< I know where the concordance is, but do you have a url for Jeff Syke's
Episode
 guides?

 Cindy
  >>

 <A HREF="http://www.ms.uky.edu/~sykes/lc/index.html">The Original Internet
Lois and Clark Episode Guide</A>

Here is a link to that so i hope it works! ;)

BTW. i didn't find the info i needed yet, so if anyone has the name of the
resteraunt or if you knew there wasn't a name, please let me know.

Thanks.
Alexis ;-.)
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In a message dated 8/10/99 1:50:21 AM Central Daylight Time,
MsLoisette@aol.com writes:

<< BTW. i didn't find the info i needed yet, so if anyone has the name of
the
 resteraunt or if you knew there wasn't a name, please let me know. >>

Lois and Clark's date was at Fouquet's restaurant according to the script.
It
was actually filmed at the Warner Bros. commissary <g> Well, dolled up for
the occasion ;)

Zoom
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In a message dated 8/9/99 11:59:21 PM Pacific Daylight Time, Zoomway@aol.com
writes:

<< Lois and Clark's date was at Fouquet's restaurant according to the
script.
It
 was actually filmed at the Warner Bros. commissary <g> Well, dolled up for
 the occasion ;)

 Zoom >>

Wow.. kewl!  I want to use a name of a restaraunt to represent where their
first date was in my fanfic.  Do you think it would be ok if i used the name
you just mentioned?

Thanks.
Alexis ;-.)
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In a message dated 8/10/99 2:01:52 AM Central Daylight Time,
MsLoisette@aol.com writes:

<< Wow.. kewl!  I want to use a name of a restaraunt to represent where
their
 first date was in my fanfic.  Do you think it would be ok if i used the
name
 you just mentioned? >>

Sure, why not? Ralph's Pagoda gets mentioned a lot ;)

Zoom (yeah, yeah, posting too much ;)
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We'll miss you too, Mandy, and you'll always be welcome if you decide
to rejoin us. You already know what I think of your writing talent
and your enthusiasm, so there's no need for me to repeat it here.

Thanks for saying goodbye rather than just disappearing.

With every best wish,

Wendy

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Wendy Richards
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Erin,

I have no idea whether Teri Hatcher reads 'adult fiction' or not, but
the stories are fantasies, and they're not about her, they're about
two fictional characters. And it's quite normal for adults - married
or not - to read erotic fiction. Some like to, some don't, and
whether they do or don't is no reflection on the state of their
marriage. It's just something which can be fun.  ;)

Wendy

On Mon, 9 Aug 1999 13:53:37 EDT Erin H <ErinFoLC@AOL.COM> wrote:

> I don't mean to be rude, but wouldn't it be quite odd for Teri to be
reading
> that stuff, especially when she is married? I mean reading about her and
> "Clark" doing the snow melting boot shaker..especially with all the
rumours
> going around about her and him. Okay, now I am making no sense.
>  LOL
>  Erin
>  -who is not even old enough to read nfic-

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In a message dated 08/09/1999 11:36:26 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
MsLoisette@aol.com writes:

<< And secondly, Mxy plays a prominate role in my story.  I have often seen
him
 reffered to as an imp.  i was under the impression that he was a nymph.  >>

Well, I guess i always pictured a nymph as a sort of slender young woman...

--Laurie (NOT nymph-like)
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I felt that Sandy's thoughtful comments on constructive criticism
deserved a reply, since I raised the topic in the first place.

Sandy wrote:
>
> Perhaps what you're implying is that you didn't offer enough
> substantiation in your review?
>
Yes, I think so. I said I didn't particularly like an ep without
explaining why - an author, reading that, could feel very angry or
discouraged, rightly so.

>
> Although I certainly don't support "unkind feedback," I wouldn't want to
> give constructive criticism a black-eye either. [snip]  We appear
to be saying that criticism is
> something so embarrassing, it must be handled off list.  That having
> someone make a constructive comment about a story publicly is something
> to be ashamed of -- both for the writer and the "critic" (for lack of a
> better term).
>
Yes, I agree with you partly here. There are some people who can't
take public criticism no matter how constructive - some of them are
very new writers and that, of course, makes a difference and we
should respect that. Now we might also agree that some people have
fragile egos; that's true, but again I think we should respect that.
We are dealing with amateur writers, after all, not (for the
most part, that is) people who want to write professionally. Some do
want to write professionally, and those writers sometimes ask for
more detailed and constructively critical feedback.

It's not that criticism is perceived as embarrassing, though - at
least I don't think so - but that perhaps a lot of it is best handled
as a dialogue between the author and reader.

Of course, some discussion of stories posted is very helpful, not
just for the writer concerned but for other writers as well - we can
all learn from that kind of discussion. When I posted Perfect Match,
there were comments in relation to part of it which made me realise
that it needed work, and I appealed for help and *got* it. A number
of FOLC made suggestions, which as well as helping me fix the problem
also helped to understand things like motivation a lot more. I don't
know, but I hope, other writers also learned something from that
debate, as well as the discussions we've had on things like where we
get our ideas from and so on.

I'd hate to think that this sort of online 'writers' seminar'
couldn't happen on this list any more. That, as I understood it, was
partly what the new format for posting stories was designed to
achieve: we all state now what kind of feedback we want, and whether
it's to be public or private.

> I can understand how one "unkind" email (and I put that in quotes
> because I'm not sure all our definitions are the same) can overwhelm a
> person -- so much so that it doesn't matter how many other glowing
> remarks you get *that's* the one upon which a writer will focus.
[snip]

I suppose the point is that none of us knows just how our comments
might be viewed by another person, whom we *don't* know no matter how
often we 'speak' on email. Someone who comes across as vivacious and
confident on the list could in reality be very shy and lacking in
confidence.  (Like me, for instance - seriously!)

It's never easy to get the balance right, and I don't pretend to
offer any answers.

Thoughts, anyone?

Wendy
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> <<Only Dief and Clark would know Clark's secret...>>
>
> maybe Fraser's Dad, too?

Oh yes, Fraser's Dad would have to know ... but I bet he wouldn't tell
Fraser.  Just make cryptic comments to drive him nuts <g>  "I may be
dead, son, but I'm not blind!"

Wonder if Clark could hear Fraser's Dad?  Now that'd be a trick... <g>
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In a message dated 8/10/99 8:27:41 AM Eastern Daylight Time, ereid@IOL.IE
writes:

<<  Who made the most entertaining villain, Lex or Tempus?  I think Tempus,
because he always made me laugh, whereas I found Lex to be a little pompous
at times.  What do you think?
  >>

I agree with you.  Lex took himself so seriously much of the time, plus
there
was that  whole obsession with Lois that would get in the way.  When Lois
has
dinner the first time with him, he tells her that his objective is always
"pleasure."  She responds that she thought he would say "power."  I think
Lois was right.  If Lex was pursuing pleasure rather than power, he must
have
been mighty unhappy.  He certainly never seemed to be having much fun.
Tempus, on the other hand, usually seemed to be having lots of fun, right up
until he realized that Lois, Clark and H. G. Wells had foiled him again.

Ann
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>Liz Wrote:
>
>I've been reading some of the debates about Lex Vs Scardino, or Lex Vs=20
>Deter, but I think there is another  possible pairing.  Who made the =
most=20
>entertaining villain, Lex or Tempus?  I think Tempus, because he always =

>made me laugh, whereas I found Lex to be a little pompous at times.  =
What=20
>do you think?

I have often wondered this as well.  I like Tempus better, because he =
does have an interesting sense of humor, and sometimes I just hate =
Luthor because he is so two-faced and evil in its purest form.  But I =
don't know if the better villain should be based on whether or not I =
liked the character.

With that being said, I think Tempus really did hate Superman and wanted =
to disturb the creation of Utopia, but I also think he tried to break up =
Lois and Clark partly for the fun of it and to see if he could actually =
pull it off.  So for him, much of his villainous activities were just a =
game.

As far as Luthor is concerned--he is just pure evil and very selfish.  =
When Luthor was up to his tricks, it seemed to me that Lois and Clark =
were always very fearful of what he might try to do next.  Luthor's =
tactics also seemed much more cold blooded than Tempus'.  I mean--he =
brainwashes Lois, creates frog-eating clones, he locks Superman up in a =
Kryptonite cage and all those other terrible things.

Not to say that Tempus isn't bad--he is, but I think Luthor was the =
"best" villain because he seemed to be the most evil.  Tempus was always =
making me laugh with that  crazy voice and he *super*-sarcastic remarks! =
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Ara :o)

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because he=20
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Luthor=20
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he tried=20
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could=20
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were=20
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In a message dated 8/10/99 9:25:02 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET writes:

<< Wonder if Clark could hear Fraser's Dad?  Now that'd be a trick... <g> >>

I would think only if Fraser's Dad wanted him to.  I think that's how it
works with ghosts -- they only appear to people they want to see them, thus
making them nuts when no one else sees or hears the ghost and doesn't
believe
them.

Ann
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Just a quick checkin here.  I read this installment the night I got it and
loved it.  Personally, I am enjoying each succeeding installment more than
the one before.  I guess in part that's because I don't like to read about
Alt Clark being unhappy and, while necessary, the earlier ones are so very
sad.  I hope you don't think that means I don't like sad fiction but you are
reading the comments of someone who still can't read more than a page or two
at a time of Roger Stern's 1992 novelization of the Life and Death of
Superman.  This in spite of the fact that I know it all comes out okay at
the
end.

Keep up the good writing.

Charlotte
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> To beat the dead horse one last time, I don't think people are saying that
> criticism is out of bounds--far from it.  My husband is pretty merciless
> when he critiques my efforts, and as a result my writing is a lot better
> than it would otherwise be.  What I am saying is that the criticism should
> be constructive, not nasty.  If you criticise, say why, and do it in a
> helpful manner; don't just tear down without offering anything positive in
> exchange.  Criticism doesn't have to be destructive.  Good criticism is
> meant to point out the places where improvement can be made.  I'll take
that
> kind any time.  Now I'm going to bury the horse.  At the risk of sounding
> disgusting, I think it's been beaten to a pulp.

    Nan
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Charlotte Fisler wrote:

> Just a quick checkin here.  I read this installment the night I got it and
> loved it.  Personally, I am enjoying each succeeding installment more than
> the one before.  I guess in part that's because I don't like to read about
> Alt Clark being unhappy and, while necessary, the earlier ones are so very
> sad.  I hope you don't think that means I don't like sad fiction but you
are
> reading the comments of someone who still can't read more than a page or
two
> at a time of Roger Stern's 1992 novelization of the Life and Death of
> Superman.  This in spite of the fact that I know it all comes out okay at
the
> end.
>
> Keep up the good writing.
>
> Charlotte

Gee, I thought I was the only one who did that!

Nan
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>From MR. D8A's work email
LOL Sandy!  This site could revolutionize speech as we now it.

>>Speaking of dialects, I was noticing how quickly some people were able
to come up with the answers to the fanfic quizzes which have been
recently posted.  I kept thinking, how could they be made harder.<g>
So, I went surfing a little bit and came upon a very interesting website
called "The Dialectizer."  The way it works is, you put any amount of
text you want into a box, click the button, and it changes your passage
into that particular dialect.  I tried this with portions of "Love as a
Blonde" -- especially portions heavy with dialogue -- and it was simply
hilarious.  However, I didn't want to post the results here because a
couple of these "dialects" are extreme representations of how some
groups are "thought to speak" and may be offensive to someone. If this
doesn't offend you; however, you might want to take some of your work
and give it a whirl.<<

Anyway, the website is:

http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/

Here is a sample of what it can do with a piece of Irene's Starfire and
Sunstorm Part Two - Martha

Original form
"Honestly, Martha. You have no idea. One of my children keeps turning into a
little monster. We know why, but we don't know what to do about it...No, I
don't blame her. But you know how Jon feels about her...No.  No better.
You'll see what I mean when you're here next week... I wish Jonathan were
coming too, but we understand why he's not... Oh well.  Maybe we can finagle
a girl's night out...I love you too, Martha.  I can hardly wait... I'll tell
them. Give my love to Jonathan. Bye."

Redneck
"Honestly, Martha. Yo' haf no idea. One of mah chillun keeps turnin' into a
li'l monster. We knows whuffo', but we don't knows whut t'do about it...No,
ah doesn't blame her. But yo' knows how Jon feels about her...No. No better.
Yo'll see whut ah mean when yer hyar next week. Shet mah mouth!.. ah wish
Jon-Boy were a-comin' too, but we unnerstan' whuffo' he's not... Oh fine.
Mebbe we kin finagle a gal's night out...ah love yo' too, Martha. ah can
hardly wait... I'll tell them, dawgone it. Give mah love t'Jon-Boy.
Goo'bye."

Cockney
"Straight up, Marffa. Yer 'ave no idea. One of me children keeps turnin'
into a wee monster. We know why, but we don't know wot ter do about it...No,
right, I don't blame 'er. But yer know 'ow Jon feels about 'er...No, init?
No better. Yer'll spot wot I mean wen yor 'ere next week... I wish Jonathan
were comin' too, but we understand why 'e's not... Oh well. Cor blimey guv,
would I lie to you? Maybe we can finagle a girl's night out...I luv yer too,
Marffa. I can 'ardly wait... I'll tell them. Give me luv ter Jonathan. Bye."
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Well, it's not perfect=85 ;)

> Cockney
> "Straight up, Marffa. Yer 'ave no idea. One of me children keeps=20
turnin' > into a wee monster.

'wee' is definitely not Cockney; it's very Scottish, in fact.

>Maybe we can finagle a girl's night out

I doubt whether many Cockneys have heard of 'finagle' either - but it=20
certainly looks fun.

Wendy
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Hi, this is Heather,

I've been on this list a long time, but I'm just a lurker so no one really
knows me to well. I've got a problem. I've been wanting to see Lois and
Clark
(suprise, suprise) I have a lot of the shows on tape, but I'm missing a
number of them too. If there's anyone who lives in the Chicago area and
knows
when it's on, could you tell me? I haven't been able to find on when it airs
for the last 3 weeks and I'm goin' nuts!

Thanks guys
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Hi Heather -

    I don't live in the Chicago area, but I *do* know that "Lois and Clark"
airs every Sunday morning at 7 our time, which would be 8 your time.
Central
time, right?  I live in Mountain time, so those should be the correct times.
Oh, and it's on TNT.  I haven't been able to watch many of them since I have
a strict code of not getting up before 8 A.M. during the summer, but I'm
looking for eps that I haven't taped, like you're doing.  If they changed
the
schedule for L&C, I'm sorry, and pay no attention to what I'm writing.

Good luck!

-Rachel  :)
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At 12:32 PM -0400 8/10/99, Rachel Madden wrote:
>Hi Heather -
>
>    I don't live in the Chicago area, but I *do* know that "Lois and Clark"
>airs every Sunday morning at 7 our time, which would be 8 your time.
Central
>time, right?

Rachel is correct ... L&C airs at 8 am Sunday mornings on TNT in Central
Time.  Good luck finding it, Heather!

Kathy

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Rachel Madden wrote:

> Hi Heather -
>
>     I don't live in the Chicago area, but I *do* know that "Lois and
Clark"
> airs every Sunday morning at 7 our time, which would be 8 your time.
Central
> time, right?  I live in Mountain time, so those should be the correct
times.
> Oh, and it's on TNT.  I haven't been able to watch many of them since I
have
> a strict code of not getting up before 8 A.M. during the summer, but I'm
> looking for eps that I haven't taped, like you're doing.  If they changed
the
> schedule for L&C, I'm sorry, and pay no attention to what I'm writing.
>
> Good luck!
>
> -Rachel  :)

I don't know how helpful this is, but TNT broadcasts Lois and Clark Sunday
morning at 9:00 eastern time and pacific time.  If you get on the TNT site,
I
think you can hunt around and find their schedules for your time zone.  I
did it
once a few months ago.

Nan
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Thanks, James, for giving me a huge belly laugh!  Maybe I should run my
next story through this thing before I post it to the list.

What a riot!

Irene

--- "Mr. D8a" <James.Tull@EMRSN.COM> wrote:
> From MR. D8A's work email
> LOL Sandy!  This site could revolutionize speech as
> we now it.
>
> >>Speaking of dialects, I was noticing how quickly
> some people were able
> to come up with the answers to the fanfic quizzes
> which have been
> recently posted.  I kept thinking, how could they be
> made harder.<g>
> So, I went surfing a little bit and came upon a very
> interesting website
> called "The Dialectizer."  The way it works is, you
> put any amount of
> text you want into a box, click the button, and it
> changes your passage
> into that particular dialect.  I tried this with
> portions of "Love as a
> Blonde" -- especially portions heavy with dialogue
> -- and it was simply
> hilarious.  However, I didn't want to post the
> results here because a
> couple of these "dialects" are extreme
> representations of how some
> groups are "thought to speak" and may be offensive
> to someone. If this
> doesn't offend you; however, you might want to take
> some of your work
> and give it a whirl.<<
>
> Anyway, the website is:
>
> http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/
>
> Here is a sample of what it can do with a piece of
> Irene's Starfire and
> Sunstorm Part Two - Martha
>
> Original form
> "Honestly, Martha. You have no idea. One of my
> children keeps turning into a
> little monster. We know why, but we don't know what
> to do about it...No, I
> don't blame her. But you know how Jon feels about
> her...No.  No better.
> You'll see what I mean when you're here next week...
> I wish Jonathan were
> coming too, but we understand why he's not... Oh
> well.  Maybe we can finagle
> a girl's night out...I love you too, Martha.  I can
> hardly wait... I'll tell
> them. Give my love to Jonathan. Bye."
>
> Redneck
> "Honestly, Martha. Yo' haf no idea. One of mah
> chillun keeps turnin' into a
> li'l monster. We knows whuffo', but we don't knows
> whut t'do about it...No,
> ah doesn't blame her. But yo' knows how Jon feels
> about her...No. No better.
> Yo'll see whut ah mean when yer hyar next week. Shet
> mah mouth!.. ah wish
> Jon-Boy were a-comin' too, but we unnerstan' whuffo'
> he's not... Oh fine.
> Mebbe we kin finagle a gal's night out...ah love yo'
> too, Martha. ah can
> hardly wait... I'll tell them, dawgone it. Give mah
> love t'Jon-Boy.
> Goo'bye."
>
> Cockney
> "Straight up, Marffa. Yer 'ave no idea. One of me
> children keeps turnin'
> into a wee monster. We know why, but we don't know
> wot ter do about it...No,
> right, I don't blame 'er. But yer know 'ow Jon feels
> about 'er...No, init?
> No better. Yer'll spot wot I mean wen yor 'ere next
> week... I wish Jonathan
> were comin' too, but we understand why 'e's not...
> Oh well. Cor blimey guv,
> would I lie to you? Maybe we can finagle a girl's
> night out...I luv yer too,
> Marffa. I can 'ardly wait... I'll tell them. Give me
> luv ter Jonathan. Bye."
>

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Liz asked:

<<  Who made the most entertaining villain, Lex or Tempus?  I think Tempus,
because he always made me laugh, whereas I found Lex to be a little pompous
at times.  What do you think?
   >>

If you ask who was the most entertaining villain, I think we all agree it
was Tempus because Lex, as Ann mentioned, "never seemed to be having much
fun". But as for the question who was the *best* villain - I think that Lex
wins, big time.
True, he was "pure evil and very selfish", as Ara described him,, but he
also had a very human side, which made it sometimes impossible for me to
hate him (Ouch! Ouch! Stop throwing things at me! :c) ). Like in "Pheromone,
my lovely", or the episode when he tests Superman, and loose (forgot the
name of this ep). I also found Lex more whole as a person and as a character
(and of course John Shea has much to do with that), which made him a more
interesting villain. Sure, he is selfish, and pompous, and evil, and he used
other people for his own pleasure, but that just emphasized his loneliness
and the tragic side of his character.

Yael. (who finds herself writing even though she's decided to lurk on this
list forever.)

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Date:         Tue, 10 Aug 1999 12:10:56 -0600
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Yael wrote:

> If you ask who was the most entertaining villain, I think we all agree it
> was Tempus because Lex, as Ann mentioned, "never seemed to be having much
> fun". But as for the question who was the *best* villain - I
> think that Lex
> wins, big time.

Hey, good! Somebody agrees with me!  <g>  Yael, I'm glad we share the same
view.  I LOVE Tempus, and you're right.  I think he wins hands down as the
most entertaining--and probably best loved--villain, but I'm still a
die-hard Lex fan.  :)

John Shea did indeed do an incredible job portraying the villain, and I love
the smugness he brought to the character, especially that infamous smug
smile.  It makes me laugh whenever I picture it in my head.  He did that SO
well!  And as for him always challenging Supes, and the whole battle of good
vs. evil...I just loved the way the powers that be weaved that storyline in.
I think it gave a great undercurrent to the show, and I remember being so
excited when I saw that Lex was going to resurface in second season.  The
Phoenix was a really great ep, and not just for the "almost first date"
parts.  <g>

You all can throw cyber tomatoes at me as well, <g> but I'll always love the
unforgettable Lex portrayal by John Shea, and applaud him for a job well
done.  ;)

Erin  :)
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Is any one aware of another e-mail address for Rachel M. The one below that
was attached to her story in the archive keeps coming back to me as User
Unknown. I'd like to send her my feedback on her story. Thanks for your
help.
Didn't Take You Long

by Rachel M. LCWSnutbag@aol.com
Submitted June 1999

Ray Reynolds
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From:         "Irene D." <sirenegold@YAHOO.COM>
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Hey Erin and Yael,

I have to agree with you two.  Tempus made me laugh more, but Lex kept
me fascinated.  He was a 3 dimensional character.  I can't pretend to
begin to understand all the facets to his character, but I was always
aware that they were there.

With Tempus, when one of his plots was foiled, I got the feeling that
he would always say, "Oh, darn!" and pick himself up to try again.
With Lex, there was real suffering (which is a good thing!) when his
plots were foiled.  He was an emotionally deeper character, with a
great deal of suave charm.  And let's admit it, John Shea is certainly
nothing to snear at although I will admit that when I see him
portraying a sympathetic character, I'm always waiting for him to pull
out that handy chunk of Kryptonite! (g)  I have to remind myself that
he is an actor first and foremost.  To see John Shea play a nice guy is
almost as big a shock as it was to see Mark Harmon play Ted Bundy in
that made for TV movie that I've forgotten the name of.

Anyway, I digress.  Much as I love Tempus as a villain, his humour, his
sarcasm, and his irrepressible personality, I felt that Lex was a much
more complex character to portray and gave John Shea much more of a
chance to "strut his stuff" at least in the acting sense.

Irene

--- Erin Klingler <erink@IDA.NET> wrote:
> Yael wrote:
>
> > If you ask who was the most entertaining villain,
> I think we all agree it
> > was Tempus because Lex, as Ann mentioned, "never
> seemed to be having much
> > fun". But as for the question who was the *best*
> villain - I
> > think that Lex
> > wins, big time.
>
> Hey, good! Somebody agrees with me!  <g>  Yael, I'm
> glad we share the same
> view.  I LOVE Tempus, and you're right.  I think he
> wins hands down as the
> most entertaining--and probably best loved--villain,
> but I'm still a
> die-hard Lex fan.  :)
>
> John Shea did indeed do an incredible job portraying
> the villain, and I love
> the smugness he brought to the character, especially
> that infamous smug
> smile.  It makes me laugh whenever I picture it in
> my head.  He did that SO
> well!  And as for him always challenging Supes, and
> the whole battle of good
> vs. evil...I just loved the way the powers that be
> weaved that storyline in.
> I think it gave a great undercurrent to the show,
> and I remember being so
> excited when I saw that Lex was going to resurface
> in second season.  The
> Phoenix was a really great ep, and not just for the
> "almost first date"
> parts.  <g>
>
> You all can throw cyber tomatoes at me as well, <g>
> but I'll always love the
> unforgettable Lex portrayal by John Shea, and
> applaud him for a job well
> done.  ;)
>
> Erin  :)
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Hi FoLCs,

Chief Pam sent this to me inadvertently yesterday, intending to send it to
the list as a whole.  Sorry it took so long to get here--I wanted to check
with her and make sure it was meant for the list instead of just forwarding
it without permission.

Bye,
Rhonda
-----Original Message-----
From: Pam Jernigan <jernigan@bellsouth.net>
To: Rhonda Robinson <rosrobin@ab.imag.net>
Date: Monday, August 09, 1999 7:52 AM
Subject: Re: Fanfic Idea

>> I mostly lurk, but the quality of the fanfic I've been seeing on this
list
>> has made me bold enough to ask--are there any FoLCs who are also duSERs?
I'd
>> love to see a serious story where Ben Fraser and Ray Vecchio (the
original,
>> not Kowalski) meet and work with Clark Kent and Lois Lane.  Just
>> think--Superman and Super Mountie!  <g>
>
>LOL, that'd be fun... Ray would roll his eyes "Oh, no, there's two of
>them" -- Clark is almost as polite as Fraser.   And I can just hear
>Fraser, when Lois starts to babble... "Lois.  Lois. Lois. Lois." until
>she stops to listen <g>
>
>--
>-------------------------------------------------------
>Pam Jernigan            |  jernigan@bellsouth.net
>ChiefPam on IRC         |
>-------------------------------------------------------
>Larry: "You know, e-mail.  Aren't you wired, online,
>surfing the web?  HTML, good buddy!"
>Bob: "Oh.  Uh...I got cable last month."
>Larry: "You are *so* early nineties."
>--VeggieTales
>-------------------------------------------------------
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At 11:48 AM -0700 8/10/99, Reynolds, Raymond H. wrote:
>Is any one aware of another e-mail address for Rachel M. The one below that
>was attached to her story in the archive keeps coming back to me as User
>Unknown. I'd like to send her my feedback on her story. Thanks for your
>help.
>Didn't Take You Long
>
>by Rachel M. LCWSnutbag@aol.com
>Submitted June 1999
>
>Ray Reynolds

Rachel just posted to the listserv earlier today, I believe.  If this is
the same Rachel (and I think it is), her email address came across as:

Rachel Madden <LnCSwing@AOL.COM>

Boy, Rachel, you sure do change screen names often. <g>  If you want me to
change your address on your archived stories, please let me know!

Kathy

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In a message dated 8/10/99 6:34:43 AM Central Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<< Yes, I agree with you partly here. There are some people who can't
 take public criticism no matter how constructive - some of them are
 very new writers and that, of course, makes a difference and we
 should respect that. Now we might also agree that some people have
 fragile egos; that's true, but again I think we should respect that.
 We are dealing with amateur writers, after all, not (for the
 most part, that is) people who want to write professionally. Some do
 want to write professionally, and those writers sometimes ask for
 more detailed and constructively critical feedback. >>

That's probably the greatest truth here. Most of the subscribers to the list
are readers, and the rest are writers. Of the writers, I'd guess less than
ninety percent of them have aspirations to become professional writers.  The
small percentage who want to become professional writers might find fanfic a
poor training ground. Before the pitchforks and torch-bearing villagers come
pounding at my castle door, I don't mean to say there aren't fanfic writers
talented enough to become professional writers, because there are fanfic
writers that good, and a handful have become pro writers. Rather, fanfic
comes with its own universe and characters set up by others as well as a
built-in audience. Professional fiction doesn't come with these presets
unless someone wants to attempt to write Star Trek fiction or some other
established source material fiction.

Most of all though, I think those who want to go professional would find the
most benefit in a professional appraisal of their work. This can be a tad
expensive and not for the faint of heart <g> However, almost every
profession
has initial costs whether paying for a technical trade course, college
tuition, acting lessons or whatever. Then again, if someone believes he/she
has a great novel,  just send it out to various publishers and take a
chance,
or contact a literary agent who will work with amateurs. Sometimes this is
an
investment for them if they see true talent. They *want* you to be a success
because that means money for them as well.  Writers' Digest puts out a line
of books helpful to writers who want to become professional. This even
includes books that have literary agents or those that specialize in
screenplays and so on.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program ;) There are some amateur
writers who don't want to become professional writers, but want to be the
best they can be as a fanfic writer. I think that's why those who do welcome
any and all comments when they post a story *say* so.  There are others who
welcome any and all comments *privately*. I think we should respect the
writers' choices here.  Some writers just deal better in a one-on-one
situation. Again, respect their choice. And for some fanfic writers, writing
fanfic is simply a fan's way of expressing himself or herself and has little
to do with writing aspirations of any kind. Some paint pictures. Some put up
websites and some write fanfic.

Zoomway@aol.com
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Said Wendy:

Well, it's not perfect… ;)

> Cockney
> "Straight up, Marffa. Yer 'ave no idea. One of me children keeps
>turnin' into a wee monster.

>'wee' is definitely not Cockney; it's very Scottish, in fact.

>Maybe we can finagle a girl's night out

>I doubt whether many Cockneys have heard of 'finagle' either - but it
>certainly looks fun.

The first one sounds more Liverpudlian than Cockney to me ;)

Dinna ye agree, hen?
Yvonne
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Go to this URL http://TNT.turner.com/scifi/loisandclark/index.html
and click on the L&C Schedule to see whats coming up.

They are going to start the first season eps on Sunday with Starnge Visitor.
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Title: Dance of the Seven Veils
Part: 1/1
Author: Erin Klingler
Rating: PG
Feedback: Always welcomed!  Privately or publicly.
Notes:  If it hadn't been for Wendy persistantly asking me, "When are you
going to write your next fanfic?" I might not have gotten my brain thinking
of a few new story ideas, or gotten excited to right one during my busy time
of year.  ;)  So if you don't like this one, blame her.  <vbg>  This story
isn't anything earth-shattering, it's just something fun I whipped up.  I
hope you like it!

*************

This story takes place the morning after Lois does her rather seductive <g>
dance for Clark in the episode “Pheromone, My Lovely”.  This has no A-plot
to speak of.  It’s just a short story I pulled out of my list of story ideas
when I was starved to write another fanfic.  Hopefully it’ll curb my
appetite until I have time to finish my next big drama fic that I’ll sooner
or later have time to finish.  <g>  I hope you like this one, though!  ;)

Feedback (public or private) is always welcome!

Dance of the Seven Veils
by Erin Klingler
erink@ida.net

“I can’t believe I did that!”  Lois muttered in complete embarrassment as
she stormed into her apartment and slammed the door shut behind her.  “What
in the world has gotten into me?”

When she’d left Clark’s apartment only minutes before, she’d felt utterly
humiliated.  But by the time she’d reached her apartment, her feelings had
evolved into anger.  Now she was bordering on a full-blown traditional Lois
tantrum.

“The Dance of the Seven Veils?”  she raged.  “Who knew I could even do that
stupid dance?  Let alone perform it for some guy I hardly know!”  She
stomped through her apartment on her way to her bedroom, yanking off her
overcoat and kicking off her shoes as she went.

Not that she hadn’t done her fair share of bold and headstrong things
before.  She remembered dressing up in that stupid chicken costume with all
those bright yellow feathers when she’d gone undercover, slipped on that
slinky black dress and seductively sung her rendition of ‘I’ve Got a Crush
On You’ in front of a roomful of leering men, not to mention the time she
donned tattoos and leather to get close to Lenny Stoke for the sake of a
story.

And those were just a few of the dozens of the despicable things she’d done
in her lifetime!  But showing up at Clark’s apartment in that skimpy costume
and performing that seductive dance for him had really taken the cake!

By the time she reached her bedroom, she’d already managed to strip off half
the costume and she sat down on the bed to pull off the rest.  With one last
angry yank, the costume came off and she threw it disgustedly across the
bed, silently vowing never to do anything so embarrassing again in her life.

She reached over and yanked open her top dresser drawer, nearly sending it
toppling to the floor, and grabbed the first articles of clothing she
touched.  As she pulled on the gray tank top and faded jeans, she tried to
pacify herself by remembering how understanding Clark had been about the
whole thing.

He’d been great about trying to ease her embarrassment, making sure to
reassure her that she hadn’t been herself last night, that it was the
effects of the perfume that had affected her.  But that hadn’t lessened her
humiliation.  Instead of Lois Lane, star reporter, she may as well now be
known as Lois Lane, cheap floozy.

Flopping backward onto the bed, she grabbed her pillow and pulled it over
her face.  *I acted like some girl who’d do anything to seduce a man!  But
this time it wasn’t just any man.  It was Clark.  My partner and friend.*

She groaned.  *I may as well move to the Himalayas!*

When she’d calmed down a bit, she slid the pillow from her face and took a
couple of deep breaths.  *You’ll get over this,*  she reassured herself.
*You always do when things like this happen.*

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of something glittering and
turned her head to get a better view.

The costume.

The sun was streaming in through her bedroom’s partially opened blinds and
reflecting off the rhinestones, making the sheer gold and green fabric
shimmer in the light.

Knowing that the costume was just an ugly reminder of her humiliating night,
she sat up in disgust, preparing to grab the costume and chuck it in the
nearest garbage.  But before she could, something stopped her.

Confused by her sudden change in emotion, she stared at the costume for a
long minute, attracted by the shimmery bodice and filmy green veil.  She
reached out to touch it, fingering the delicate beadwork and stitching.  If
it hadn’t been tied to such a despicable act of passion, she’d have thought
it was almost…pretty.

A smile slowly formed on her face.  Clark must have liked the costume, too,
considering his hormone-induced plea when she’d woken up that morning.  Or
at the very least, had liked the way she’d looked *in* it.

There wasn’t much she remembered about last night, like where she’d found
such a revealing outfit or how Clark had reacted when she’d arrived at his
apartment wearing such a garment, but she definitely remembered Clark’s
words when she’d woken up that morning on his couch.  His words still echoed
in her mind:

“Lois, I can’t take it anymore!  If you really want me, I’m yours.”

Unable to help herself, Lois laughed out loud.  *Did Clark really say that?*
she asked herself.  If so, he must’ve been fighting to control himself
throughout the night.  And that could only mean one thing.

*He’s feeling about me the same way I’m beginning to feel about him.*

She grinned.  Maybe the costume hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

With sudden, newfound enthusiasm, she got up off the bed and went over to
her closet, rummaging around the bottom of it momentarily before pulling out
an empty box.  Then she returned to the bed and gathered up the costume.

“It would be a shame to throw away such a pretty outfit,”  she rationed as
she folded the fabric gently into the box.  “Besides, who knows when an
occasion might arise when I’ll want to perform that dance again?”

With a mischievous smile, she carefully settled the lid onto the box to
protect the sheer fabric inside and pulled a chair up to her open closet.
Then she stepped up onto the chair, set the box on the top shelf and pushed
it way back into the furthest, darkest corner of her closet.

Satisfied, she stepped off the chair, reached up for the chain and turned
off the light.

The End  ;)

***********************************************

Erin  :)
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Erin Klingler wrote:

> Title: Dance of the Seven Veils
> Part: 1/1
> Author: Erin Klingler
> Rating: PG
> Feedback: Always welcomed!  Privately or publicly.
> Notes:  If it hadn't been for Wendy persistantly asking me, "When are you
> going to write your next fanfic?" I might not have gotten my brain
thinking
> of a few new story ideas, or gotten excited to right one during my busy
time
> of year.  ;)  So if you don't like this one, blame her.  <vbg>  This story
> isn't anything earth-shattering, it's just something fun I whipped up.  I
> hope you like it!

All right, Erin, now the inevitable request--do we get to see an expanded
version of this, sometime?

Nan

>
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Hi Folcs!

I just noticed I typed "right" instead of "write" in my new fanfic summary
that I just submitted to this list.  Oops. <sg>  Rest assured, I really *do*
know the difference.  :P

That'll teach me to submit something while I have children fighting all
around me!  <g>

Erin  :)
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Nan wrote:

> All right, Erin, now the inevitable request--do we get to see an expanded
> version of this, sometime?

LOL!  Mmmmm...maybe.  <g>  I can definitely see this becoming more than just
one story.  :)

Now I'm off to break up those fights that my children seem to have been
having *all day long*.  <sigh>

Erin  :)
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Sorry, Kathy, I can't help myself.

It's not necessary to change my address on my other stories, but it would be
helpful if you would.  Thanks a bunch for putting up with me!

-Rachel  :)
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At 10:30 PM 8/9/1999 -0700, Melisma wrote:
>LOLLOLLOLLOL!!!
>
>Margaret, why don't *you* write that crossover? Sounds like you have some
>terrific ideas :) I, the disloyal (or perhaps just ignorant) Canuck that I
>am, have never seen Due South, but I think it would be magnifique for
>another Canadian to write it... Er, perhaps I could do the LnC parts and
>you do the DS parts? (I can't believe I just suggested it!)
>
>Melisma

Okay, true confessions time.  I've barely watched Due South either<g>  I
work for the Mounties, so I can see where the show didn't exactly meet The
Force way<g>  I'm so busy with Only You, I don't see any time in the
forseeable future for writing anything else.

Margaret
Who is sure people will start marching on her home with lit torches if she
doesn't finish Part 4 "real" soon<G>

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Erin Klingler wrote:

> Nan wrote:
>
> > All right, Erin, now the inevitable request--do we get to see an
expanded
> > version of this, sometime?
>
> LOL!  Mmmmm...maybe.  <g>  I can definitely see this becoming more than
just
> one story.  :)
>
> Now I'm off to break up those fights that my children seem to have been
> having *all day long*.  <sigh>
>
> Erin  :)
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I hear you there!  Fortunately, my twin boys are off at Boy Scout camp this
week
and my 14 year old daughter is off visiting her married brother, so I'm down
to
two grown kids right now.  I'm trying to take advantage of the peace and
quiet
to get a little writing done.  Unfortunately I'm a little stuck on an A-plot
for
Dagger #3 (anyone who wants to send me a few ideas, they'd be welcome.)
I've
pretty much got the B-plot all worked out.  In the meantime, while I'm
turning
over the possibilities in my head, I'm working on a rewrite of a second
season
plot, just to keep writing.  I've found that often an idea for a story that
I'm
having trouble with will pop into my head while I'm working on another, even
one
that may never see the light of day, which this one may not.  Not everything
that I write is worthy of being read, believe me.(Virtual holding of nose
here.)I was glad to see a story by you again, anyhow.  I was wondering how
long
it would be before we heard from you.  I haven't seen an original "Erin
Klingler" for some time now.  I'll be looking forward to seeing what you do
with
this one, when you get around to elaborating on it.

Nan
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Great, Erin.  The complexity of Lois' character is all there.  Wonderful
vignette.  Laurie
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I vote for Lex.  Lex is a much more complex character.  He is evil and yet
seductive and charming (in a slimy way) at the same time.  He could give to
charity, yet he always had a selfish reason to "give."  A truly evil man,
with enough intelligence to pull the wool over (even) Lois' eyes.  Mmmm,
fun.
 Thanks to John Shea for making Lex real.            Laurie  (two posts in a
day?)
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Hey everyone!!
I'm back from a turned out to be three instead of 2 week vacation.  While I
was on it I kept on reading and reading but Classic books instead of LnC (I
ran out half way through).  While reading 'The Three Musketeers', I had the
strangest of dreams.  Okay you are going to think that I'm a total nut for
this one!  I dreamt the characters of LnC into the plot and character
interactions of The Threes Musketeers.  I was wondering if anyone has ever
done a fanfic using that book.  Clark as D'Artangnan, Lois as Madame
Bonacieux, Lex or your fav criminals as the Cardinal, or you could use
intergang and have the Cardinal's men as henchmen.  Whoa!!! I need to stop
this because it's turning out really strange.  Well, before I get booed off
the stage, I'm gonna go!
eilonwy jamison

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Hi,

I was wondering how many people are on this list now.  Can someone tell me?

Lansbury1@aol.com
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At 05:34 PM 8/10/1999 -0400, Zoomway wrote:
>Now, back to our regularly scheduled program ;) There are some amateur
>writers who don't want to become professional writers, but want to be the
>best they can be as a fanfic writer. I think that's why those who do
welcome
>any and all comments when they post a story *say* so.  There are others who
>welcome any and all comments *privately*. I think we should respect the
>writers' choices here.  Some writers just deal better in a one-on-one
>situation.

That would be me<g>  I really like getting feedback, but I'm of the
generation that was taught not to air their "dirty laundry" in public, so I
prefer to deal with issues one-on-one.

It's not that I can't take negative feedback (although I admit that I don't
really *like* it<g>  Who does?) it's that I'd rather deal with it on a
"face-to-face" basis:)  If I've goofed, I'd rather not have the entire
world know about it, until I've at least had a chance to defend myself
first:)  (Or, make up a really great excuse<g>)

> Again, respect their choice. And for some fanfic writers, writing
>fanfic is simply a fan's way of expressing himself or herself and has
little
>to do with writing aspirations of any kind. Some paint pictures. Some put
up
>websites and some write fanfic.

:)  Thanks Zoom, I couldn't have said it better myself:)

Margaret
PS.  In my last message I meant *Part 5*, it's just that I've been dealing
with 4 so long that I now have problem typing anything higher than that
number<G>

Oops!  Too Late!  I see crowds, with flames held high, slowly advancing
towards the front porch at this very moment<g>

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OK, the Brits on the list are giving their critique of the Cockney
interpretation, I guess 39 years in Tennessee qualifies me to answer to
the Redneck interpretation.  Much to my chagrin, it's pretty accurate.
The "Shet mah mouth!.. " part has me confused. It took a while to
figure out what "whuffo' " was supposed to be. They should have spelled
it "y-fo".  While most (local) people I know would enjoy this for the
laugh, most would not liked to be stereotyped as talking like this.
(Never mind that it's completely understandable.)
TerriAnn
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--- "Mr. D8a" <James.Tull@EMRSN.COM> wrote:
> From MR. D8A's work email
> LOL Sandy!  This site could revolutionize speech as
> we now it.
>
> >>Speaking of dialects, I was noticing how quickly
> some people were able
> to come up with the answers to the fanfic quizzes
> which have been
> recently posted.  I kept thinking, how could they be
> made harder.<g>
> So, I went surfing a little bit and came upon a very
> interesting website
> called "The Dialectizer."  The way it works is, you
> put any amount of
> text you want into a box, click the button, and it
> changes your passage
> into that particular dialect.  I tried this with
> portions of "Love as a
> Blonde" -- especially portions heavy with dialogue
> -- and it was simply
> hilarious.  However, I didn't want to post the
> results here because a
> couple of these "dialects" are extreme
> representations of how some
> groups are "thought to speak" and may be offensive
> to someone. If this
> doesn't offend you; however, you might want to take
> some of your work
> and give it a whirl.<<
>
> Anyway, the website is:
>
> http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/
>
> Here is a sample of what it can do with a piece of
> Irene's Starfire and
> Sunstorm Part Two - Martha
>
> Original form
> "Honestly, Martha. You have no idea. One of my
> children keeps turning into a
> little monster. We know why, but we don't know what
> to do about it...No, I
> don't blame her. But you know how Jon feels about
> her...No.  No better.
> You'll see what I mean when you're here next week...
> I wish Jonathan were
> coming too, but we understand why he's not... Oh
> well.  Maybe we can finagle
> a girl's night out...I love you too, Martha.  I can
> hardly wait... I'll tell
> them. Give my love to Jonathan. Bye."
>
> Redneck
> "Honestly, Martha. Yo' haf no idea. One of mah
> chillun keeps turnin' into a
> li'l monster. We knows whuffo', but we don't knows
> whut t'do about it...No,
> ah doesn't blame her. But yo' knows how Jon feels
> about her...No. No better.
> Yo'll see whut ah mean when yer hyar next week.  "ah wish
> Jon-Boy were a-comin' too, but we unnerstan' whuffo'
> he's not... Oh fine.
> Mebbe we kin finagle a gal's night out...ah love yo'
> too, Martha. ah can
> hardly wait... I'll tell them, dawgone it. Give mah
> love t'Jon-Boy.
> Goo'bye."
>
> Cockney
> "Straight up, Marffa. Yer 'ave no idea. One of me
> children keeps turnin'
> into a wee monster. We know why, but we don't know
> wot ter do about it...No,
> right, I don't blame 'er. But yer know 'ow Jon feels
> about 'er...No, init?
> No better. Yer'll spot wot I mean wen yor 'ere next
> week... I wish Jonathan
> were comin' too, but we understand why 'e's not...
> Oh well. Cor blimey guv,
> would I lie to you? Maybe we can finagle a girl's
> night out...I luv yer too,
> Marffa. I can 'ardly wait... I'll tell them. Give me
> luv ter Jonathan. Bye."
>

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>OK, the Brits on the list are giving their critique of the Cockney
>interpretation, I guess 39 years in Tennessee qualifies me to answer to
>the Redneck interpretation.  Much to my chagrin, it's pretty accurate.
>The "Shet mah mouth!.. " part has me confused. It took a while to
>figure out what "whuffo' " was supposed to be. They should have spelled
>it "y-fo".  While most (local) people I know would enjoy this for the
>laugh, most would not liked to be stereotyped as talking like this.
>(Never mind that it's completely understandable.)
>TerriAnn

Come to think of it, what area of the country do people associate Rednecks
with anyway?  I'm trying to decide if I should be offended or not. ;-)

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>I mostly lurk, but the quality of the fanfic I've been seeing on this list
>has made me bold enough to ask--are there any FoLCs who are also duSERs?
>I'd love to see a serious story where Ben Fraser and Ray Vecchio (the
>original, not Kowalski) meet and work with Clark Kent and Lois Lane.  Just
>think--Superman and Super Mountie!  <g>

Serious? Um... I don't think I could put Big Red and Big Blue together in a
story without, well...

"Whoa, that's bright."

Lois slowly dropped her gaze from the top of the Stetson to bright red
serge tunic of the Mountie in front of her. "Look who's talking."

"Guess someone just out boy-scouted you, Benny." The tall Italian behind
the Mountie grinned at his partner as Superman slowly drifted to the
ground, a kiteen in each hand and a small girl clinging to his back.

"I wanna do it again!" The small child bounced up and down on Superman's
back, her arms in a stranglehold around his neck. "Put the kitties back!"

The Mountie rubbed one eyebrow with a thumb. "I fail to see how the
appelation 'boy-scout' applies, Ray. The motto for the scouts is 'Be
Prepared' and I doubt very many people are prepared to rescue kittens by
flying."

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<excerpt>I mostly lurk, but the quality of the fanfic I've been seeing
on this list has made me bold enough to ask--are there any FoLCs who
are also duSERs?  I'd love to see a serious story where Ben Fraser and
Ray Vecchio (the original, not Kowalski) meet and work with Clark Kent
and Lois Lane.  Just think--Superman and Super Mountie!  <<g>

</excerpt>

Serious? Um... I don't think I could put Big Red and Big Blue together
in a story without, well...

"Whoa, that's bright."

Lois slowly dropped her gaze from the top of the Stetson to bright red
serge tunic of the Mountie in front of her. "Look who's talking."

"Guess someone just out boy-scouted you, Benny." The tall Italian
behind the Mountie grinned at his partner as Superman slowly drifted to
the ground, a kiteen in each hand and a small girl clinging to his
back.

"I wanna do it again!" The small child bounced up and down on
Superman's back, her arms in a stranglehold around his neck. "Put the
kitties back!"

The Mountie rubbed one eyebrow with a thumb. "I fail to see how the
appelation 'boy-scout' applies, Ray. The motto for the scouts is 'Be
Prepared' and I doubt very many people are prepared to rescue kittens
by flying."

<</snippet>

Misha

(who happens to like Kowalski- experimental hair is more fun than no
hair ;)

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Cute story, Erin!  A nice treat to find it in my box. :)

One very minor thing you will probably want to change before submitting it
to the Archive (you are submitting it, right? <g>)

>not to mention the time she
>donned tattoos and leather to get close to Lenny Stoke for the sake of a
>story.

Whoops, Lenny Stoke was early second season, not mid-first season. Like I
said, very minor. :)

Thanks for posting it!!

Kathy

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> First of all, can someone tell me the name of the resteraunt where Lois
and
> Clark had their first date?

> > << Lois and Clark's date was at Fouquet's restaurant according to the
script.
> > It  was actually filmed at the Warner Bros. commissary <g> Well, dolled
up for
> >  the occasion ;)
> >
 > >  Zoom >>

Isn't it sort of a fanfic tradition that the restaurant was called
Angelina's (which comes from Chris Mulder's story)?  Was the name
"Fouquet's" actually used in the ep or was it just in the script?

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LOL, Misha - I think the list has found an author who is up to the task...
:)

Melisma

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At 10:59 PM 08/10/1999 -0500, you wrote:
>
>>I mostly lurk, but the quality of the fanfic I've been seeing on this
>>list has made me bold enough to ask--are there any FoLCs who are also
>>duSERs?  I'd love to see a serious story where Ben Fraser and Ray Vecchio
>>(the original, not Kowalski) meet and work with Clark Kent and Lois Lane.
>> Just think--Superman and Super Mountie!  <g>
>>
>
>Serious? Um... I don't think I could put Big Red and Big Blue together in a
>story without, well...
>
>"Whoa, that's bright."
>
>Lois slowly dropped her gaze from the top of the Stetson to bright red
>serge tunic of the Mountie in front of her. "Look who's talking."
>
>"Guess someone just out boy-scouted you, Benny." The tall Italian behind
>the Mountie grinned at his partner as Superman slowly drifted to the
>ground, a kiteen in each hand and a small girl clinging to his back.
>
>"I wanna do it again!" The small child bounced up and down on Superman's
>back, her arms in a stranglehold around his neck. "Put the kitties back!"
>
>The Mountie rubbed one eyebrow with a thumb. "I fail to see how the
>appelation 'boy-scout' applies, Ray. The motto for the scouts is 'Be
>Prepared' and I doubt very many people are prepared to rescue kittens by
>flying."
>
></snippet>
>
>Misha
>(who happens to like Kowalski- experimental hair is more fun than no hair
;)
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Hey! Another good fanfic idea - any takers? :)

Melisma

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At 12:33 AM 08/11/1999 GMT, you wrote:
>Hey everyone!!
>I'm back from a turned out to be three instead of 2 week vacation.  While I
>was on it I kept on reading and reading but Classic books instead of LnC (I
>ran out half way through).  While reading 'The Three Musketeers', I had the
>strangest of dreams.  Okay you are going to think that I'm a total nut for
>this one!  I dreamt the characters of LnC into the plot and character
>interactions of The Threes Musketeers.  I was wondering if anyone has ever
>done a fanfic using that book.  Clark as D'Artangnan, Lois as Madame
>Bonacieux, Lex or your fav criminals as the Cardinal, or you could use
>intergang and have the Cardinal's men as henchmen.  Whoa!!! I need to stop
>this because it's turning out really strange.  Well, before I get booed off
>the stage, I'm gonna go!
>eilonwy jamison
>
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Oh darn, and here I was psyching myself up for a collaboration on a
crossover... Oh well, mebbe another time?

Melisma

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At 07:28 PM 08/10/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>At 10:30 PM 8/9/1999 -0700, Melisma wrote:
>>LOLLOLLOLLOL!!!
>>
>>Margaret, why don't *you* write that crossover? Sounds like you have some
>>terrific ideas :) I, the disloyal (or perhaps just ignorant) Canuck that I
>>am, have never seen Due South, but I think it would be magnifique for
>>another Canadian to write it... Er, perhaps I could do the LnC parts and
>>you do the DS parts? (I can't believe I just suggested it!)
>>
>>Melisma
>
>Okay, true confessions time.  I've barely watched Due South either<g>  I
>work for the Mounties, so I can see where the show didn't exactly meet The
>Force way<g>  I'm so busy with Only You, I don't see any time in the
>forseeable future for writing anything else.
>
>Margaret
>Who is sure people will start marching on her home with lit torches if she
>doesn't finish Part 4 "real" soon<G>
>
>******************************
>Margaret Brignell
>brignell@sympatico.ca
>Ottawa, Canada
>%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
>My fanfic now available at:
>http://www3.sympatico.ca/brignell/
>******************************
>
>
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Hi Erin,

Thanks for a fun little read. Yes, I agree - it couldn't hurt to expand on
it. If ya want... But in any case, I'm looking forward to your next fic
post :)

Melisma
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Oh, Mr D8A - this cracked me up! I was sitting here trying to discretely
get through my list mail without attracting my mom and dad's attention to
what I was doing (they don't understand my obs... er, hobby :o) but I
couldn't help myself - I was ROTFLMAO, and Mom asked what was so funny. I
was laughing so hard I could barely talk...

Thanks for showing us the not-so-serious side of writing :)

Melisma

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At 10:11 AM 08/10/1999 -0500, you wrote:
>>>From MR. D8A's work email
>LOL Sandy!  This site could revolutionize speech as we now it.
>
>>>Speaking of dialects, I was noticing how quickly some people were able
>to come up with the answers to the fanfic quizzes which have been
>recently posted.  I kept thinking, how could they be made harder.<g>
>So, I went surfing a little bit and came upon a very interesting website
>called "The Dialectizer."  The way it works is, you put any amount of
>text you want into a box, click the button, and it changes your passage
>into that particular dialect.  I tried this with portions of "Love as a
>Blonde" -- especially portions heavy with dialogue -- and it was simply
>hilarious.  However, I didn't want to post the results here because a
>couple of these "dialects" are extreme representations of how some
>groups are "thought to speak" and may be offensive to someone. If this
>doesn't offend you; however, you might want to take some of your work
>and give it a whirl.<<
>
>Anyway, the website is:
>
>http://www.rinkworks.com/dialect/
>
>Here is a sample of what it can do with a piece of Irene's Starfire and
>Sunstorm Part Two - Martha
>
>Original form
>"Honestly, Martha. You have no idea. One of my children keeps turning into
a
>little monster. We know why, but we don't know what to do about it...No, I
>don't blame her. But you know how Jon feels about her...No.  No better.
>You'll see what I mean when you're here next week... I wish Jonathan were
>coming too, but we understand why he's not... Oh well.  Maybe we can
finagle
>a girl's night out...I love you too, Martha.  I can hardly wait... I'll
tell
>them. Give my love to Jonathan. Bye."
>
>Redneck
>"Honestly, Martha. Yo' haf no idea. One of mah chillun keeps turnin' into a
>li'l monster. We knows whuffo', but we don't knows whut t'do about it...No,
>ah doesn't blame her. But yo' knows how Jon feels about her...No. No
better.
>Yo'll see whut ah mean when yer hyar next week. Shet mah mouth!.. ah wish
>Jon-Boy were a-comin' too, but we unnerstan' whuffo' he's not... Oh fine.
>Mebbe we kin finagle a gal's night out...ah love yo' too, Martha. ah can
>hardly wait... I'll tell them, dawgone it. Give mah love t'Jon-Boy.
>Goo'bye."
>
>Cockney
>"Straight up, Marffa. Yer 'ave no idea. One of me children keeps turnin'
>into a wee monster. We know why, but we don't know wot ter do about
it...No,
>right, I don't blame 'er. But yer know 'ow Jon feels about 'er...No, init?
>No better. Yer'll spot wot I mean wen yor 'ere next week... I wish Jonathan
>were comin' too, but we understand why 'e's not... Oh well. Cor blimey guv,
>would I lie to you? Maybe we can finagle a girl's night out...I luv yer
too,
>Marffa. I can 'ardly wait... I'll tell them. Give me luv ter Jonathan.
Bye."
>
>
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Melissa Day Hall wrote:

> >The Mountie rubbed one eyebrow with a thumb. "I fail to see how the
> appelation 'boy-scout' applies, Ray. The motto for the scouts is 'Be
> Prepared' and I doubt very many people are prepared to rescue kittens by
> flying."
>

Very funny piece.  I'm eagerly awaiting the forty page version.
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Hey Kathy!  :)

> Cute story, Erin!  A nice treat to find it in my box. :)

Always nice to hear something like that from you, Mrs. Queen of Fanfic.
<bg>

> One very minor thing you will probably want to change before submitting it
> to the Archive (you are submitting it, right? <g>)

ROTFL!!!  Well, if that wasn't a subtle hint, let me give you a
sledgehammer!  LOL!  Yes, I'm planning on submitting it as soon as I get any
quirks out of it...like the one you pointed out.  Oops.  <sg>

I also had somebody mention that Lois' dress in IGACOY was white, not black.
Another oops that I appreciated someone pointing out.  What would I do
without you observant ppl!  I swear, you should be a professional editor.
<g>

Anyway, I've got a couple of racquets to string, so I should go do that.
I'm not really in the mood, but hey!  It's a little bit of money to put
toward those windows! <g>

More later on your earlier email, too.  :)

TTYS!

Erin  :)
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SORRY FoLCS!!!

I meant to send that email privately to Kathy, not to the entire list!
Sheesh, today seems to be a day of "oopses" for me!

Forgive me!

Erin  (hiding in embarrassment  :P)
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Date:         Wed, 11 Aug 1999 01:03:49 EDT
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Hi everyone -

    I have an idea for a story that I don't think I could do justice to, and
was wondering if any of you out there would like to try and write it.

The scenario is:

32 years ago, which would 1967 - Perry White is 20 years old and has a
position at the Planet that is much like Jimmy's.  Billy Norcross and Serena
Judd are the top reporters at the Planet, and the Editor-in-Chief is (insert
required name here).

Perry White witnesses the relationship between Norcross and Judd transform
while he is working as their researcher on a particular article that they
are
working on, and realizes how much his life is changing as well.

This was just what I had in mind, but if any of you want to try this, you
can
make the plot anything you want it to be.  I was just thinking about how
Norcross and Judd would have affected Perry, and how that relates to the
impact Lois and Clark have on Jimmy, and how it reminds Perry of how he was
once was young and saw a relationship form between Norcross and Judd that
was
like the relationship that formed between Lois and Clark.

Good luck to anyone who decides to try this!

-Rachel  :)
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Can you help me?  For some reason at 6:20 pacific time my computer froze,
and
when I got it started again it had erased all my unread email from the
LOISCLA-GENERAL list and the NAOS list that you moderate.  Is there any way
I can
retrieve the messages that came in between 6:20 and 7:56 Pacific time from
those
two lists?  Is it possible that you have a record of any of them?  Or would
there
be a record anywhere else?

Nan Smith
(who is fuming right now)
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To anyone who sent me email between 620 pm Pacific time and 7:56 pm
Pacific time, August 10, please resend it.  My computer had a temper
tantrum and erased all my email after that time.

Nan Smith
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In a message dated 8/11/99 12:07:10 AM Central Daylight Time,
deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:

<< Can you help me?  For some reason at 6:20 pacific time my computer froze,
and
 when I got it started again it had erased all my unread email from the
 LOISCLA-GENERAL list and the NAOS list that you moderate.  Is there any way
I can
 retrieve the messages that came in between 6:20 and 7:56 Pacific time from
those
 two lists?  Is it possible that you have a record of any of them?  Or would
there
 be a record anywhere else? >>

The NAOS list posts are archived at:

http://www.onelist.com/viewarchive.cgi?listname=LoisandClarkNAOS

The LOISCLA-GENERAL-L posts are archived as well, but I don't know where.
All
I  have is the information on how to retrieve the archive list for yourself
>from listerv:

Contributions sent to this list are automatically archived. You can get a
list   of   the   available   archive  files   by   sending   an   "INDEX
LOISCLA-GENERAL-L" command to LISTSERV@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU. You can then
order  these files  with a  "GET LOISCLA-GENERAL-L  LOGxxxx" command,  or
using  LISTSERV's database  search  facilities. Send  an "INFO  DATABASE"
command for more information on the latter.

Zoomway@aol.com
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Margaret Brignell wrote:
>
> At 05:34 PM 8/10/1999 -0400, Zoomway wrote:
> >Now, back to our regularly scheduled program ;) There are some amateur
> >writers who don't want to become professional writers, but want to be the
> >best they can be as a fanfic writer. I think that's why those who do
welcome
> >any and all comments when they post a story *say* so.  There are others
who
> >welcome any and all comments *privately*. I think we should respect the
> >writers' choices here.  Some writers just deal better in a one-on-one
> >situation.
>
> That would be me<g>  I really like getting feedback, but I'm of the
> generation that was taught not to air their "dirty laundry" in public, so
I
> prefer to deal with issues one-on-one.

I think everyone is well of aware of your preferences on everything,
Margaret.  It's a misfortune, however, that the idea that a writing
mistake, or problem, or even a discussion is called dirty laundry by
anyone.  A mistake, if indeed one is made -- for criticism isn't
necessarily about correcting an error but discussing two interpretations
of an aspect of writing -- is NOT something dirty.  And, I'd hate to see
a young person get that impression.

> It's not that I can't take negative feedback (although I admit that I
don't
> really *like* it<g>  Who does?)

Me, I like it.  I like constructive criticism because that's what I
learn from. (Boy that's an awkward sentence.)

> it's that I'd rather deal with it on a
> "face-to-face" basis:)  If I've goofed, I'd rather not have the entire
> world know about it, until I've at least had a chance to defend myself
> first:)  (Or, make up a really great excuse<g>)

1)  This list is not the whole world.  It's a a very small group of
fairly nice people; some are your friends.

2)  The "whole world" will know "you've goofed" -- or at least parts of
that world.  Do you think because no one is telling you of an error
publicly (or privately, for that matter) that no one's noticing it?

3)  It's not about "defending yourself."  Constructive criticism is not
an attack; I'd hate to see that point of view become the prevailing one,
although I'm afraid it has.

In any case, no one suggested that we should abandon the recently
created criticism rules.  However, we've also had at least two people on
this list who received what they perceived to be harsh criticism --
*privately.*  This says *to me* that maybe we -- those who have no
problem accepting criticism -- have not been doing a good job of showing
(and learning ourselves) what constructive criticism is and how to go
about getting it and giving it.  It's a huge part of writing -- having
others read your work and give feedback of all kinds and then editing
and reediting in response.  It's a never ending process, although I've
held myself back, with difficulty, from going past the archive door.

> > Again, respect their choice. And for some fanfic writers, writing
> >fanfic is simply a fan's way of expressing himself or herself and has
little
> >to do with writing aspirations of any kind. Some paint pictures. Some put
up
> >websites and some write fanfic.
>
> :)  Thanks Zoom, I couldn't have said it better myself:)

No one is *not* respecting anyone's choice -- I think, although calling
criticism dirty laundry does make me wonder.  Has anyone here publicly
"criticised" Margaret's story?  No. But, there are people here -- *not*
a few people -- who feel the exact opposite way and I would hate to see
their preferences ignored or buried or ESPECIALLY seen as "airing dirty
laundry" because of the preferences of others.  So -- hear this -- when
one is talking about constructive criticism on this list, we're talking
about constructive criticism of the people who want it.  Not of you.
So, you can stop feeling like you must defend yourself on topics that
don't concern you.

Sandy (who doesn't quite equate discussing real life "love" affairs,
crazy uncles, and illegitimacy publicly with discussing periods, commas,
and dangling participles -- although I'm not against writing about
fictional indiscretions.<g>)
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Hey Erin,

This is great! I love it! You've pegged Lois's embarrassment and
mortification beautifully, and I really feel for her ;)  But I like
her sudden realisation of what Clark had said to her, and the hint
that she does feel more for him than she's admitting.

So... do tell, just what is she planning to do with that costume???

> Notes:  If it hadn't been for Wendy persistantly asking me, "When are you
> going to write your next fanfic?" I might not have gotten my brain
thinking
> of a few new story ideas, or gotten excited to right one during my busy
time
> of year.  ;)   So if you don't like this one, blame her.

Ummm... and since everyone likes it, can I claim credit? <g>

Wendy

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Wendy Richards
w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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In a message dated 08/10/1999 11:58:02 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< Come to think of it, what area of the country do people associate
Rednecks
 with anyway?  I'm trying to decide if I should be offended or not. ;-) >>

Well, tell us where you are from and then we can decide if we've offended
you
or not. <g> just kidding

--Laurie (the Ord one)
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TITLE: The Confession
Part: 1/1
Author: Wendy Richards
Rating: G
FEEDBACK: Public or private; positive or negative. But see note at=20
the end.
SUMMARY: As posted previously on Zoom's Message Boards, this was part=20
of the 30-minute vignette challenge. Lois reacts to Clark's 'death'=20
in TOGOM.

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The Confession

Lois sat slumped on her sofa, tears still streaming down her face. It=20
was three hours since that dreadful, paralysing moment at the club,=20
but her grief and pain had not even begun to abate. Perry had offered=20
to take her home with him; Jimmy had offered to stay with her, but=20
Lois had refused both offers. She wanted to be alone with her own=20
thoughts and memories.

Clark was dead.

Clark,  her best friend, the man who, she was only beginning to=20
realise, meant more to her than anyone else in her life, had been=20
shot at point-blank range, right in front of her. He had looked taken=20
aback as he'd been faced with the gun, but had still placed his body=20
in front of hers, shielding her from any danger.

One shot had rung out; one shot had been all it had taken to fell her=20
best friend to the ground.

Clark had crumpled and fallen to the floor in front of her, and had=20
lain still, so still. Even as she had been weeping over his body,=20
Capone had ordered his thugs to get rid of Clark; he hadn't wanted no=20
'stiffs' littering up the place.

Lois choked back another sob as she recognised that if she hadn't=20
insisted on going to the club in the first instance, Clark would=20
still be alive. But she had; and he was now dead as a result. She=20
would never again hear him call her 'Lo-isss' in that way he had when=20
he was trying to tell her he was irritated at something (but he=20
wasn't really); she would never be able to call him late at night=20
when she couldn't sleep and needed someone to talk to; she couldn't=20
just drive over to his place and watch movies with him for hours; she=20
would never again be able to bounce story ideas off him. And she=20
would never again glance up and catch him watching her with that=20
wistful little smile on his face; that smile which seemed to say that=20
he cared for her more than he ever dared tell her.

Had he really been in love with her? Lois wasn't sure. Once, she=20
would have said 'yes' without hesitation, but that had been before he=20
had stood in front of the Planet and told her that he wasn't in love=20
with her, that he had lied, that he only saw her as a friend. Since=20
then, it had been much more difficult to interpret his feelings for=20
her. He cared about her very much - *had* cared, she reminded herself=20
- that was obvious. He had been there for her through all those long=20
weeks after her abortive wedding and the horrible discovery that Lex=20
had been a criminal; he had held her when she cried, and had listened=20
to her for long hours when she'd needed to talk. He had protected her=20
when she'd been in danger - and tonight he had secured her safety=20
with his own life.

Yes, she mused with a renewed spate of tears, Clark had loved her.=20
And, what was more, no-one else had ever loved her in the way he had;=20
and she had a sneaking suspicion that she would never again be loved=20
so thoroughly, so unselfishly. Even Superman, who she believed cared=20
about her, didn't love her like that. He didn't value her happiness=20
over his own. He liked being with her - and he also would ensure her=20
safety whenever he was required - but he didn't want her, didn't need=20
her.

Superman! Lois stilled suddenly. Had anyone told him that Clark was=20
dead?=20

Why hadn't he been there to prevent it? He'd saved so many other=20
people's lives, people who deserved it less than Clark. Why had he=20
not saved Clark?

Lois shook her head and forced herself to get up; padding into the=20
kitchen, she made herself a hot milky drink. Perry was right. She=20
should get to bed. Things would seem better in the morning=85.

No, they wouldn't! She felt like throwing the milk-carton across the=20
room. How could things ever be better again? Clark was dead.

Her attention was caught by a framed picture standing on her display=20
cabinet; in a daze, she walked over and picked it up. It was of Clark=20
and herself, at that year's Kerth Award ceremony. She had been=20
furious that he had been nominated and she had not, but his gentle=20
persuasion had overcome her resistance and she had gone as his date.=20
She had done her best to act like a proper date too, forgetting her=20
hurt pride at not having been nominated, and when he had won the=20
award she had been the one cheering the loudest on his behalf.

She gazed at the photo. She had never told Clark just how handsome he=20
looked in his tuxedo, although he had complimented her on her evening=20
dress and the way she had styled her hair for the occasion. Yet he'd=20
looked=85 incredible. As if he should have been featured on the=20
Planet's society page rather than writing for its news section. Clark=20
was... had been... a very good-looking man.

And he had also been kind, and generous, and thoughtful, and=20
humorous, and affectionate.... She remembered all the times when he=20
had offered her a hug, when she had accepted the strength and comfort=20
of his open arms and broad chest. He had been her safest, most secure=20
port in the storm.

*Most* secure?

The thought struck her as a little odd; surely that would be=20
Superman? But no, she corrected herself. Sure, Superman rescued her,=20
made sure she was safe, but then he flew off. Clark always stayed=20
around to ensure that she was comforted. When Kyle Griffin had been=20
after her, although Superman had called briefly to her apartment to=20
assure her that he would be looking out for her, she had only really=20
felt safe when she'd gone over to Clark's place. When he'd said that=20
he 'would not let that happen' after she'd told him she was terrified=20
of being killed, she had believed him and felt confident in his=20
ability to keep her safe and whole.

But he hadn't been able to protect himself.... With a renewed sob,=20
she replaced the photo on its shelf and stood, wrapping her arms=20
around herself.

A rap on the door disturbed her concentration. She ignored it. It=20
came again. Slowly, she padded to the door and looked through her=20
spy-hole. A figure stood outside, clad in a voluminous hooded cloak.

"Who is it?" she demanded sharply.

The voice which came back was muffled. "A friend."

"Who are you?"

A pause. Then the voice replied, "I have some information about Clark=20
Kent's shooting."

With shaking hands Lois opened the door and mutely invited the=20
stranger in. Something about the way he walked seemed familiar, but=20
she couldn't put her finger on what it was.=20

She turned to face him, but his face was shaded by the hood and so=20
she was unable to see his expression. "You'd better tell me whatever=20
it is you know, then go," she said tonelessly.

"If that's what you want," the stranger's voice replied softly. Lois=20
started; it couldn't be....

The hood was thrown back, and Clark stood in front of her.=20

She ran to him, pushing aside the cloak. He stood there dressed in=20
jeans and a shirt, the familiar Clark she knew and loved.

Loved...? She pushed that thought aside to deal with later.

"Clark...? But how...?" she stammered helplessly.

He smiled at her, a beautiful, warm, delighted smile. Then his arms=20
enfolded her and she was held tightly against his chest. She nestled=20
into his arms as if she never wanted to let go of him again.

After a few minutes he put a little distance between them, still=20
holding her. He gazed down at her and she saw him frown. His index=20
finger came up and trailed gently down her cheek.=20

"Tears, Lois?"

"Clark... I thought you were dead!" she sobbed. "I... oh, God, I=20
missed you so much, I thought I'd never see you again, I thought...."

She saw a shadow cross his face before he shook his head. "I'm fine,=20
Lois. I'm sorry I scared you. But I had to pretend, let them think I=20
was dead, so that they would concentrate on getting rid of me and=20
ignore you. And now, you know, we have something we can pin on Barrow=20
and get him put away."

Lois reached up and stroked his face, the face which was now very=20
dear to her. "Clark=85 you can't believe how happy I am to see you=20
alive. But... but *how*? You were shot at point-blank range... you=20
*had* to be dead!"

She saw him frown again. "Ummm... well, Lois, there's something I=20
have to tell you. And I know I should have told you before now - it=20
wasn't fair of me to deceive you the way I did. And the way this=20
worked out, you had to suffer needlessly, all because I never told=20
you." His voice was soft, apologetic, regretful. He held her closer=20
to him again briefly, then loosened his grasp so that he could brush=20
a kiss across her forehead.

She waited.

After a moment, he spoke again. "Lois=85 the reason I wasn't killed=20
tonight is because that bullet couldn't have killed me." He sighed=20
heavily, as if afraid that she would be angry when he finally told=20
her. "Lois, I... I was wearing a bullet-proof vest."

- The End -

NOTE:

Okay, well, before I get asked why Lois wasn't wearing a vest as=20
well, or how Clark could justify to anyone leaving her alone and=20
unprotected in the club after he allowed himself to be dragged off,=20
let me say that I see the above ending as something like one of the=20
blooper tapes, where one actor says something completely unexpected=20
in the context of the plot.   :P

Wendy
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Oops.  Dejavu Pam and I must think alike!
James

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From: Rhonda Robinson [mailto:rosrobin@ab.imag.net]
Sent: Tuesday, August 10, 1999 4:59 PM
To: James.Tull@emrsn.com
Subject: Re: Re: Fanfic Idea-2

Hi James,

You sent me this message.  Did you mean to send it to the list?

Bye,
Rhonda
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From: James.Tull@emrsn.com <James.Tull@emrsn.com>
To: rosrobin@ab.imag.net <rosrobin@ab.imag.net>
Date: Tuesday, August 10, 1999 4:00 PM
Subject: RE: Re: Fanfic Idea-2

>Never really watched a whole episode.
>Now what about these possibilities:
>
>Law & Order
>Cheers
>Home Improvement
>X-Files
>Northern Exposure
>Walker, Texas Ranger
>Diagnosis Murder
>7 Days
>JAG
>Time Trax
>Touched by an Angel
>Quantum Leap
>Sliders
>Terminator
>Predator
>Lethal Weapon
>
>I would be happy to read any stories like these.  In fact I can hardly wait
>for the answers to the crossover quiz!
>
>Hey Archive maintainers maybe we should add a Crossover section
>James
>
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>From: Rhonda Robinson [mailto:rosrobin@ab.imag.net]
>Sent: Tuesday, August 10, 1999 3:34 PM
>To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
>Subject: Fw: Re: Fanfic Idea
>
>
>Hi FoLCs,
>
>Chief Pam sent this to me inadvertently yesterday, intending to send it to
>the list as a whole.  Sorry it took so long to get here--I wanted to check
>with her and make sure it was meant for the list instead of just forwarding
>it without permission.
>
>Bye,
>Rhonda
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>From: Pam Jernigan <jernigan@bellsouth.net>
>To: Rhonda Robinson <rosrobin@ab.imag.net>
>Date: Monday, August 09, 1999 7:52 AM
>Subject: Re: Fanfic Idea
>
>
>>> I mostly lurk, but the quality of the fanfic I've been seeing on this
>list
>>> has made me bold enough to ask--are there any FoLCs who are also duSERs?
>I'd
>>> love to see a serious story where Ben Fraser and Ray Vecchio (the
>original,
>>> not Kowalski) meet and work with Clark Kent and Lois Lane.  Just
>>> think--Superman and Super Mountie!  <g>
>>
>>LOL, that'd be fun... Ray would roll his eyes "Oh, no, there's two of
>>them" -- Clark is almost as polite as Fraser.   And I can just hear
>>Fraser, when Lois starts to babble... "Lois.  Lois. Lois. Lois." until
>>she stops to listen <g>
>>
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>>surfing the web?  HTML, good buddy!"
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In a message dated 8/10/99 8:45:30 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
Lansbury1@aol.com writes:

<< I was wondering how many people are on this list now.  Can someone tell
me?
  >>

Around 300 or so I think.  Every time I post a message, I get a reply from
the Listserv telling me how many people received the message.

Ann
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In a message dated 8/10/99 9:19:10 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
brignell@SYMPATICO.CA writes:

<< PS.  In my last message I meant *Part 5*, it's just that I've been
dealing
 with 4 so long that I now have problem typing anything higher than that
 number<G>
  >>

Trust me, we don't really care what number you use.  It's just nice to know
that you are working on the next part, whatever its number.  ( BTW, those of
us who are numerically challenged didn't even notice <g>)

Ann
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In a message dated 8/10/99 11:03:24 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
paounfiloun@YAHOO.COM writes:

<<  It took a while to
 figure out what "whuffo' " was supposed to be. They should have spelled
 it "y-fo". >>

Maybe the redneck source they used wasn't from Tennessee.  I've lived in
Kentucky for the past 29 years, and "whuffo'" didn't stump me at all.  It's
"what for" which isn't all that uncommon in some parts around here as a
synonym for "why."   They missed "can" -- it should definitely be "kin," and
again, no good redneck would use "finagle" -- at least not spelled
correctly.
 <g>

Ann
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>From MR. D8A's work email

LOL Wendy.  Only you would have the guts to lead us up to heart touching
revelation and then steal it out from under our noses.

James

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From: Wendy Richards [mailto:ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK]
Sent: Wednesday, August 11, 1999 7:55 AM
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Subject: NEW STORY: 1/1 The Confession

TITLE: The Confession
Part: 1/1
Author: Wendy Richards
Rating: G
FEEDBACK: Public or private; positive or negative. But see note at
the end.
SUMMARY: As posted previously on Zoom's Message Boards, this was part
of the 30-minute vignette challenge. Lois reacts to Clark's 'death'
in TOGOM.

----------------------
The Confession

Lois sat slumped on her sofa, tears still streaming down her face. It
was three hours since that dreadful, paralysing moment at the club,
but her grief and pain had not even begun to abate. Perry had offered
to take her home with him; Jimmy had offered to stay with her, but
Lois had refused both offers. She wanted to be alone with her own
thoughts and memories.

Clark was dead.

Clark,  her best friend, the man who, she was only beginning to
realise, meant more to her than anyone else in her life, had been
shot at point-blank range, right in front of her. He had looked taken
aback as he'd been faced with the gun, but had still placed his body
in front of hers, shielding her from any danger.

One shot had rung out; one shot had been all it had taken to fell her
best friend to the ground.

Clark had crumpled and fallen to the floor in front of her, and had
lain still, so still. Even as she had been weeping over his body,
Capone had ordered his thugs to get rid of Clark; he hadn't wanted no
'stiffs' littering up the place.

Lois choked back another sob as she recognised that if she hadn't
insisted on going to the club in the first instance, Clark would
still be alive. But she had; and he was now dead as a result. She
would never again hear him call her 'Lo-isss' in that way he had when
he was trying to tell her he was irritated at something (but he
wasn't really); she would never be able to call him late at night
when she couldn't sleep and needed someone to talk to; she couldn't
just drive over to his place and watch movies with him for hours; she
would never again be able to bounce story ideas off him. And she
would never again glance up and catch him watching her with that
wistful little smile on his face; that smile which seemed to say that
he cared for her more than he ever dared tell her.

Had he really been in love with her? Lois wasn't sure. Once, she
would have said 'yes' without hesitation, but that had been before he
had stood in front of the Planet and told her that he wasn't in love
with her, that he had lied, that he only saw her as a friend. Since
then, it had been much more difficult to interpret his feelings for
her. He cared about her very much - *had* cared, she reminded herself
- that was obvious. He had been there for her through all those long
weeks after her abortive wedding and the horrible discovery that Lex
had been a criminal; he had held her when she cried, and had listened
to her for long hours when she'd needed to talk. He had protected her
when she'd been in danger - and tonight he had secured her safety
with his own life.

Yes, she mused with a renewed spate of tears, Clark had loved her.
And, what was more, no-one else had ever loved her in the way he had;
and she had a sneaking suspicion that she would never again be loved
so thoroughly, so unselfishly. Even Superman, who she believed cared
about her, didn't love her like that. He didn't value her happiness
over his own. He liked being with her - and he also would ensure her
safety whenever he was required - but he didn't want her, didn't need
her.

Superman! Lois stilled suddenly. Had anyone told him that Clark was
dead?

Why hadn't he been there to prevent it? He'd saved so many other
people's lives, people who deserved it less than Clark. Why had he
not saved Clark?

Lois shook her head and forced herself to get up; padding into the
kitchen, she made herself a hot milky drink. Perry was right. She
should get to bed. Things would seem better in the morning....

No, they wouldn't! She felt like throwing the milk-carton across the
room. How could things ever be better again? Clark was dead.

Her attention was caught by a framed picture standing on her display
cabinet; in a daze, she walked over and picked it up. It was of Clark
and herself, at that year's Kerth Award ceremony. She had been
furious that he had been nominated and she had not, but his gentle
persuasion had overcome her resistance and she had gone as his date.
She had done her best to act like a proper date too, forgetting her
hurt pride at not having been nominated, and when he had won the
award she had been the one cheering the loudest on his behalf.

She gazed at the photo. She had never told Clark just how handsome he
looked in his tuxedo, although he had complimented her on her evening
dress and the way she had styled her hair for the occasion. Yet he'd
looked... incredible. As if he should have been featured on the
Planet's society page rather than writing for its news section. Clark
was... had been... a very good-looking man.

And he had also been kind, and generous, and thoughtful, and
humorous, and affectionate.... She remembered all the times when he
had offered her a hug, when she had accepted the strength and comfort
of his open arms and broad chest. He had been her safest, most secure
port in the storm.

*Most* secure?

The thought struck her as a little odd; surely that would be
Superman? But no, she corrected herself. Sure, Superman rescued her,
made sure she was safe, but then he flew off. Clark always stayed
around to ensure that she was comforted. When Kyle Griffin had been
after her, although Superman had called briefly to her apartment to
assure her that he would be looking out for her, she had only really
felt safe when she'd gone over to Clark's place. When he'd said that
he 'would not let that happen' after she'd told him she was terrified
of being killed, she had believed him and felt confident in his
ability to keep her safe and whole.

But he hadn't been able to protect himself.... With a renewed sob,
she replaced the photo on its shelf and stood, wrapping her arms
around herself.

A rap on the door disturbed her concentration. She ignored it. It
came again. Slowly, she padded to the door and looked through her
spy-hole. A figure stood outside, clad in a voluminous hooded cloak.

"Who is it?" she demanded sharply.

The voice which came back was muffled. "A friend."

"Who are you?"

A pause. Then the voice replied, "I have some information about Clark
Kent's shooting."

With shaking hands Lois opened the door and mutely invited the
stranger in. Something about the way he walked seemed familiar, but
she couldn't put her finger on what it was.

She turned to face him, but his face was shaded by the hood and so
she was unable to see his expression. "You'd better tell me whatever
it is you know, then go," she said tonelessly.

"If that's what you want," the stranger's voice replied softly. Lois
started; it couldn't be....

The hood was thrown back, and Clark stood in front of her.

She ran to him, pushing aside the cloak. He stood there dressed in
jeans and a shirt, the familiar Clark she knew and loved.

Loved...? She pushed that thought aside to deal with later.

"Clark...? But how...?" she stammered helplessly.

He smiled at her, a beautiful, warm, delighted smile. Then his arms
enfolded her and she was held tightly against his chest. She nestled
into his arms as if she never wanted to let go of him again.

After a few minutes he put a little distance between them, still
holding her. He gazed down at her and she saw him frown. His index
finger came up and trailed gently down her cheek.

"Tears, Lois?"

"Clark... I thought you were dead!" she sobbed. "I... oh, God, I
missed you so much, I thought I'd never see you again, I thought...."

She saw a shadow cross his face before he shook his head. "I'm fine,
Lois. I'm sorry I scared you. But I had to pretend, let them think I
was dead, so that they would concentrate on getting rid of me and
ignore you. And now, you know, we have something we can pin on Barrow
and get him put away."

Lois reached up and stroked his face, the face which was now very
dear to her. "Clark... you can't believe how happy I am to see you
alive. But... but *how*? You were shot at point-blank range... you
*had* to be dead!"

She saw him frown again. "Ummm... well, Lois, there's something I
have to tell you. And I know I should have told you before now - it
wasn't fair of me to deceive you the way I did. And the way this
worked out, you had to suffer needlessly, all because I never told
you." His voice was soft, apologetic, regretful. He held her closer
to him again briefly, then loosened his grasp so that he could brush
a kiss across her forehead.

She waited.

After a moment, he spoke again. "Lois... the reason I wasn't killed
tonight is because that bullet couldn't have killed me." He sighed
heavily, as if afraid that she would be angry when he finally told
her. "Lois, I... I was wearing a bullet-proof vest."

- The End -

NOTE:

Okay, well, before I get asked why Lois wasn't wearing a vest as
well, or how Clark could justify to anyone leaving her alone and
unprotected in the club after he allowed himself to be dragged off,
let me say that I see the above ending as something like one of the
blooper tapes, where one actor says something completely unexpected
in the context of the plot.   :P

Wendy
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In a message dated 8/11/99 8:58:49 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<< Okay, well, before I get asked why Lois wasn't wearing a vest as
 well, or how Clark could justify to anyone leaving her alone and
 unprotected in the club after he allowed himself to be dragged off,
 let me say that I see the above ending as something like one of the
 blooper tapes, where one actor says something completely unexpected
 in the context of the plot.   :P >>

Nah........... He can just tell her she wouldn't have had anywhere to hide
it
under that slinky red dress.  And she didn't need one because he would get
between any bullets and her.  :)

Ann
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> Isn't it sort of a fanfic tradition that the restaurant was called
> Angelina's (which comes from Chris Mulder's story)?  Was the name
> "Fouquet's" actually used in the ep or was it just in the script?
>

As far as I can remember, no name was given in the episode.  And yes,
we've kind of adopted "Angelina's" -- it started out as a mistake (Chris
invented it, and some others thought she was referring to the one in the
episode, so they used it too), but I know I used it quite deliberately
in "Blind Leading the Blind" :-)  I like fan canon :)
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Hi guys,

I'm wondering if the interest in quizzes is waning... Well, anyway,
here's my final teaser for you all. This one is called 'The Way We
Were,' and contains extracts from stories all set in the very
earliest days of Lois and Clark's acquaintance.

Happy hunting!

Wendy
----------------------
Extract 1:
        She stood for what seemed like forever in the cocoon of
his embrace. The clean smell of Clark's shirt reminded her of
the line-dried sheets her mother used when she was very
little, when her parents had still seemed happy, and of the
feeling of security she had had then. Memories of her early
childhood whirled through her brain. Mostly what she
remembered were the times when, as a little girl hugging her
teddy bear to ward off the monsters under the bed, her daddy
would come to tuck her in and calm her fears and hold her so
she would feel safe. Somehow, in Clark's arms, she felt that
security again.
        She shook off her reverie, lifted her forehead from
Clark's chest and tried to focus on the here and now. Reality
shattered her childhood memories. She pulled away from Clark
and turned to confirm Platt's death was real. Her brief
respite from the horror was gone. She shuddered.

Extract 2:
        "I got a bad feeling about this, Mom." Clark glanced
at his parents to gauge their reaction. He shook his head.
"Even if Lois Lane doesn't figure out who the 'mystery man' is,
I'm going to be a nervous wreck by the end of the first week.
I'm beginning to think I should never have gone to Metropolis."
        "Now, Clark, that's pure..." Martha Kent stopped, not
sure how to reassure her son. Leaning her elbows on the
kitchen table, she studied his downcast expression. Something
didn't quite add up, but she wasn't sure what it was. Yet.
"Clark, you've always wanted to work for the Daily Planet.
You can't throw that away without giving it a good try first."
        "She's right, son, and you know it."
        "I know, Dad, I know. On the other hand, this isn't
working. Lois almost caught me 'helping' twice yesterday
afternoon and a couple of times today. After one full day at the
Planet, I know she suspects something. I just can't figure out
why..."
        When his voice trailed off, both stared at him, waiting
for him to continue. He didn't, so Martha prodded. "Can't
figure out what?"
        He shrugged. "I get the feeling she was suspicious of
me on sight. It's almost as if she's waiting for me to do
something. Expecting me to do something. It's unnerving."

Extract 3:
        Clark later returned to his apartment and sat up all night in
bed with his laptop computer trying to write his Superman
interview. By the time the sun was creeping up over the horizon,
Clark was drained. He didn't know who he was anymore: Clark or
Superman. The entire conversation he had between himself and his
alter-ego had gotten so completely out-of-hand it was as if
Superman really were someone else. At times Clark found himself
alternately envying, then hating Superman, but he figured that if
these somewhat hostile feelings came across in the story, that
might possibly be good. Perry would probably like to see some
skepticism in the piece after Lois' article.
     Clark had pages of text streaming out of his printer when he
finally stopped writing and threw himself on his bed to get some
much needed rest. He was just thankful it was Saturday morning.
That gave him two whole days to try and edit what he had written.
     A few hours later he awoke and--after making some coffee, and
running to the corner deli to pick up a couple of bagels and some
lox-- he sat down to read what he had written. He was astonished.
     He felt like Dr. Frankenstein. What had begun as a serious
interview had quickly switched gears. He had gotten into the head
of his Superman creation who, to his surprise, suddenly seemed to
have a mind of his own when he no longer placidly answering Clark's
questions. As the night had worn on, they began having a two-way
conversation as Clark viewed things from both perspectives.
Superman had even starting to ask Clark questions and they even got
into a heated discussion about Lois which made Clark angry. How
dare his creation ask him about her or taunt him?

Extract 4:
        She held his gaze. "See that it doesn't." Something else
occurred to her then, and she added irately, "You smirked!"
        Taken aback, Clark stared at her. "I didn't smirk!"
        "You did so!"
        "Didn't!"
        "Clark, you *definitely* smirked." Her tone was insistent,
her expression condemnatory.
        His eyes narrowed, he studied her. "How would you have known?
You were hanging over my shoulder!"
        She shrugged. "Your shoes were very shiny - I could see your
reflection. And you *definitely* smirked. No doubt about it!"
        Clark threw her a conciliatory smile. "Okay Lois, I promise -
I will not *smirk* at you again."
        "You better not." But this time she was smiling, although she
was trying to disguise it by dabbing at her lips with her
napkin.

Extract 5:
        Superman spotted Lois just as she was coming out of the Senior
Professional Women's Residence, a puzzled look on her face.  He swooped
down and landed in front of her, his arms crossed, looking at her very
carefully as though he were inspecting her, and then he grinned.
        Preoccupied with what she had just learned inside, Lois was
startled to see the Man of Steel and not a little unnerved by the
mischievous look on his face.  If she didn't know better she would call it
a smirk, like a boy getting away with something.  "Superman, what are you
doing?"
        Her tone caught him off guard.  "Uh, nothing.  I just wanted to see
you."
        "Oh... Oh."  She was pleased; god, she was thrilled!  He had never
before sought her out for no good reason other than just wanting to see
her.  There had always been some reason why he had come - to warn her, or
thank her, or get her out of trouble.  Never just to *see* her.  Maybe he
did care for her; after all, he had said she would always be special to
him.  She looked up at him and smiled dreamily.  "That's nice."  That's
lame, she thought to herself. "Uh, I was just on my way back to the Planet."
        He grinned, as though at some private joke.  "Want a lift?"
Without waiting for her answer, he swept her up in his arms, and shot
upwards, flying toward the newspaper.

Extract 6:
        I look out onto the water and I have the time to wonder if
Superman is alive, and if he is thinking of me, or preoccupied with
the world on his shoulders. Selfish, yes, but a nice thought.
        I sit down in the sand and stare at my shoes. What am I
supposed to do? I'd really like to be with someone now. But who? My
family isn't here and Clark doesn't remember me. And I've got no idea
where Superman is. Perhaps he's dead. I don't care. We're all going
to be dead. Sooner or later it's over but there is one thing, one
person, I don't want to miss tonight.
        "Lois?"
        I whirl around and see him standing there. He came. He hasn't
forgotten me. I smile.
        "Clark! Hey, what are you doing here? Why aren't you with
your family?"
        He runs down the small hill and sits down next to me in the
sand. "I don't remember my folks, remember? Besides, they're not here.
I've tried calling them but the lines are dead. I guess they wouldn't
have gotten a flight out of Kansas anyway." He smiles sadly and I
return his smile. I reach up to touch his cheek in the same way he
has touched mine so many countless times before. He just doesn't
remember. Clark reaches up and puts his hand on mine and I feel the
warmth of his hand on my skin. It comforts me and suddenly I am not alone
anymore. Clark is here and all at once I know everything's going to be fine.

----------------------
Wendy Richards
w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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Nan,

The archives for this list are at
http://listserv.indiana.edu/archives/loiscla-general-l.html

Yvonne

-----Original Message-----
From: Nancy Smith <deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET>
To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
<LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU>
Date: 11 August 1999 06:02
Subject: Re: Fanfic questions

>Can you help me?  For some reason at 6:20 pacific time my computer froze,
and
>when I got it started again it had erased all my unread email from the
>LOISCLA-GENERAL list and the NAOS list that you moderate.  Is there any way
I can
>retrieve the messages that came in between 6:20 and 7:56 Pacific time from
those
>two lists?  Is it possible that you have a record of any of them?  Or would
there
>be a record anywhere else?
>
>Nan Smith
>(who is fuming right now)
>
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Hey Annie!

(it is Ms 'Showcase' Lansbury, isn't it?)

Nice to hear from you.

When I post a message, I get a receipt telling me the number of recipients -
last time it was 324, I think.  Doesn't everyone get this, or isn't this a
true reflection of the number of people on the list?

Yvonne
(yconnell@ukf.net)
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Wendy wrote:

>I'm wondering if the interest in quizzes is waning...

I'm wondering the same thing, Wendy. You and Alexis were the only ones who
responded to the crossover quiz (though I'll give it one more day or two)
and I don't think Irene had much of a response for her Jimmy quiz. I also
had one more quiz set up; I think I'll hold on to it for a couple of
months. :)

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

Story 1: Margaret's "Clark... Who?" I *think.* She retold the pilot from
Lois' POV.

Story 2: I don't remember author or title, but this is a LONG fic in which
Lois spies Clark doing "super" things at the beach a day or so before he
shows up at the Planet.

Story 3: "UNDERNEATH THE CAPE: AN IN-DEPTH INTERVIEW WITH SUPERMAN BY CLARK
KENT, by Leigh Raglan. (Sorry for the caps, I just cut-and-pasted.) This
one was hysterical! Perry demands that Clark interview Superman, since
Lois' version was a bit... er... starryeyed. :) Clark ended up practically
quarreling with Superman, and in the end just shows up at Perry's office
and offers to be interviewed... But Perry just tells him Elvis stories. ;D

Story 4: Sounds familiar, but I honestly have no idea.

Story 5: "Strange Visitors," by C.C. Malo. This was just recently submitted
to the archive, and it was fun reading it again after first reading it
here. :) (That's a subtle thank you to all those who do submit their fic to
the list... It's what I signed on for!

Story 6: "Before the Night Falls," by Chris H. Clark never remembers who he
is in "All Shook Up" and by some bizarre talent of the author's, the end of
the world is actually WAFFy. :)

Nice quiz, Wendy, with good selections, but I agree: we're just about
quizzed out!

Hazel
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Hi Wendy,

> I'm wondering if the interest in quizzes is
> waning...

I'm still interested!
S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E
> ----------------------
> Extract 1:
>         She stood for what seemed like forever in
> the cocoon of
> his embrace. T

Clark ... Who? by Margaret Brignell

> Extract 2:
>         "I got a bad feeling about this, Mom." Clark
> glanced
> at his parents to gauge their reaction.

This one is driving me crazy.  I know it!  I just
can't remember who wrote it or what they called it!  I
believe its a re-write of the pilot where Lois saw
Clark do something super before she met him. Argh!
>
> Extract 3:
>         Clark later returned to his apartment and
> sat up all night in
> bed with his laptop computer trying to write his
> Superman
> interview.

Underneath the Cape: An Indepth Interview with ... by
Leigh Raglan.  Boy, I miss her, love her stories!

>
>
> Extract 4:
>         She held his gaze. "See that it doesn't."
> Something else
> occurred to her then, and she added irately, "You
> smirked!"
>
Don't know
>
> Extract 5:
>         Superman spotted Lois just as she was coming
> out of the Senior
> Professional Women's Residence, a puzzled look on
> her face.

Read it, but can't remember
>

Extract 6:

Before the Night Falls, by Chris H.  Very touching.

Audrey
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>From MR. D8A's work email

Hey Irene!

I admit that shortly after it started and I was getting several dozens of
'Quiz-mails,' and had my mailbox fill up thus resulting in warnings of mass
deletions by my provider, I started gutting them left and right and must
have missed yours.

After a while I was using the quizzes as a way to get new stories to read.
(I have already resisted the urge to ask for the results of the Crossover
quiz.  I am practicing patients. <VBG>)

Could you send me the excerpts and the answers.  I like Jimmy stuff as well.

James

-----Original Message-----
From: Hazel [mailto:zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL]
Sent: Wednesday, August 11, 1999 11:10 AM
To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
Subject: Re: FINAL QUIZ: The Way We Were

Wendy wrote:

>I'm wondering if the interest in quizzes is waning...

I'm wondering the same thing, Wendy. You and Alexis were the only ones who
responded to the crossover quiz (though I'll give it one more day or two)
and I don't think Irene had much of a response for her Jimmy quiz. I also
had one more quiz set up; I think I'll hold on to it for a couple of
months. :)

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

Story 1: Margaret's "Clark... Who?" I *think.* She retold the pilot from
Lois' POV.

Story 2: I don't remember author or title, but this is a LONG fic in which
Lois spies Clark doing "super" things at the beach a day or so before he
shows up at the Planet.

Story 3: "UNDERNEATH THE CAPE: AN IN-DEPTH INTERVIEW WITH SUPERMAN BY CLARK
KENT, by Leigh Raglan. (Sorry for the caps, I just cut-and-pasted.) This
one was hysterical! Perry demands that Clark interview Superman, since
Lois' version was a bit... er... starryeyed. :) Clark ended up practically
quarreling with Superman, and in the end just shows up at Perry's office
and offers to be interviewed... But Perry just tells him Elvis stories. ;D

Story 4: Sounds familiar, but I honestly have no idea.

Story 5: "Strange Visitors," by C.C. Malo. This was just recently submitted
to the archive, and it was fun reading it again after first reading it
here. :) (That's a subtle thank you to all those who do submit their fic to
the list... It's what I signed on for!

Story 6: "Before the Night Falls," by Chris H. Clark never remembers who he
is in "All Shook Up" and by some bizarre talent of the author's, the end of
the world is actually WAFFy. :)

Nice quiz, Wendy, with good selections, but I agree: we're just about
quizzed out!

Hazel
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>From MR. D8A's work email

OKAY I'll put out my torch and tell the rest of villagers to go home.  You
nearly gave me heart failure when I saw Part 4!  I was thinking that some
evil time traveler had whisked you into a recursive temporal loop thus
eternally condemning you to endless write Part 4 over and over again!

James

>>Margaret
PS.  In my last message I meant *Part 5*, it's just that I've been dealing
with 4 so long that I now have problem typing anything higher than that
number<G>

Oops!  Too Late!  I see crowds, with flames held high, slowly advancing
towards the front porch at this very moment<g><<

******************************
Margaret Brignell
brignell@sympatico.ca
Ottawa, Canada
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Hi Wendy,

I enjoy the quizzes but usually don't answer on the list.  I keep a running
log here by the computer.  It's fun.

Anyway, I think #2 is "In the Beginning" by BB Medos where Lois spots Clark
doing super feats before he interviews for the Daily Planet.

The others that I know have been answered.

Thanks for all of your contributions to FoLCdom.  With all the quizzes, the
30 minute challenges on both the fanfic and nfic boards, and all of the
comments that you log, how do have time for Real Life?  You are an amazing
person.  I think I represent a lot of people when I say: Thanks for being a
Super Fan!  We appreciate it.

Anne (ACdrift@aol.com)
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Wendy,

I don't know that interest has waned so much that knowledge and recognition
have as the quizzes have gotten harder and harder.  Take this one:  I don't
recognize a single excerpt.  Argghhh. But they all look great.  I'm looking
forward to the answers so I can go read them.

Ann
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In a message dated 8/11/99 9:07:17 AM Eastern Daylight Time, Aerm1@AOL.COM
writes:

<< In a message dated 8/10/99 8:45:30 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
 Lansbury1@aol.com writes:

 << I was wondering how many people are on this list now.  Can someone tell
me?
   >>

 Around 300 or so I think.  Every time I post a message, I get a reply from
 the Listserv telling me how many people received the message.

 Ann
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Wendy Richards wrote:

> Hi guys,
>
> I'm wondering if the interest in quizzes is waning... Well, anyway,
> here's my final teaser for you all. This one is called 'The Way We
> Were,' and contains extracts from stories all set in the very
> earliest days of Lois and Clark's acquaintance.
>
> Happy hunting!

Wow, Wendy.  #4 is a killer.  I know I've read it, but I can't figure it
out.
The other five I got the answers for, but so did mostly everyone else.Nan

Extract 4:

>         She held his gaze. "See that it doesn't." Something else
> occurred to her then, and she added irately, "You smirked!"
>         Taken aback, Clark stared at her. "I didn't smirk!"
>         "You did so!"
>         "Didn't!"
>         "Clark, you *definitely* smirked." Her tone was insistent,
> her expression condemnatory.
>         His eyes narrowed, he studied her. "How would you have known?
> You were hanging over my shoulder!"
>         She shrugged. "Your shoes were very shiny - I could see your
> reflection. And you *definitely* smirked. No doubt about it!"
>         Clark threw her a conciliatory smile. "Okay Lois, I promise -
> I will not *smirk* at you again."
>         "You better not." But this time she was smiling, although she
> was trying to disguise it by dabbing at her lips with her
> napkin.
>
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In a message dated 8/10/99 5:27:41 AM Pacific Daylight Time, ereid@IOL.IE
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<< I've been reading some of the debates about Lex Vs Scardino, or Lex Vs
Deter, but I think there is another  possible pairing.  Who made the most
entertaining villain, Lex or Tempus?  I think Tempus, because he always made
me laugh, whereas I found Lex to be a little pompous at times.  What do you
think?

 Liz >>

I agree with you.  Tempus made the best villian because he made me laugh!
Lex just made me barf! ;p~~

Alexis ;-.)
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Alright, I recognize a few of these...

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> Extract 1:
> She pulled away from Clark
> and turned to confirm Platt's death was real. Her brief
> respite from the horror was gone. She shuddered.

but I don't know this one :)

> Extract 2:
> "I got a bad feeling about this, Mom." Clark glanced
> at his parents to gauge their reaction. He shook his head.
> "Even if Lois Lane doesn't figure out who the 'mystery man' is,
> I'm going to be a nervous wreck by the end of the first week.

In The Beginning, by BB Medos; one of my fave alt-beginnings :)

> Extract 3:
>         Clark later returned to his apartment and sat up all night in
> bed with his laptop computer trying to write his Superman
> interview.

don't know, but it has a vaguely Debby Stark-ish feel to it...

> Extract 4:
>         She held his gaze. "See that it doesn't." Something else
> occurred to her then, and she added irately, "You smirked!"

Not a clue

> Extract 5:
>         Superman spotted Lois just as she was coming out of the Senior
> Professional Women's Residence, a puzzled look on her face.  He swooped
> down and landed in front of her, his arms crossed, looking at her very
> carefully as though he were inspecting her, and then he grinned.

Strange Visitor, by CC Malo (??)  This is the future-Clark revisiting
young Lois :)

> Extract 6:
>         I look out onto the water and I have the time to wonder if
> Superman is alive, and if he is thinking of me, or preoccupied with
> the world on his shoulders. Selfish, yes, but a nice thought.

I cannot remember the title, but it's a depressing little retelling of
ASU in which Clark didn't get over his amnesia and the Nightfall
asteroid destroyed the Earth....  kind of interesting, in a bleak way.

Didn't do so good, did I? <g>
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In a message dated 8/11/99 3:07:42 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
MsLoisette@aol.com writes:

<< Who made the most entertaining villain, Lex or Tempus?  I think Tempus,
because he always made me laugh, whereas I found Lex to be a little pompous
at times.  What do you think?

  Liz >>

 I agree with you.  Tempus made the best villian because he made me laugh!
 Lex just made me barf! ;p~~

 Alexis ;-.) >>

The more I think about this topic, the more I think it depends on what you
consider to be "villainous behavior" and also which season of the show it
is.
 In the first season, Lex is a wonderful villain because only the viewers, a
few of his associates, and Superman/Clark can see him for the power-loving,
amoral psychotic that he is.  His public persona is that of the suave, rich,
powerful entrepreneur and philanthropist.  Check out "I've Got a Crush on
You" to see what I mean. Lex is absolutely charming to Lois in this episode,
even as he sells Toni Taylor out without a qualm.

Ann
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Hi All,

I just got back from vacation.  I've been away from the computer for a long
time. Talk about LCWS!  Fortunately, I had a copy of the Fanzine that Eileen
coordinated.  It was wonderful to sit on the beach and enjoy the sun and
some
new escapades with our favorite couple.  I must say that our talented
writers
have come together on this fine effort to raise money for computer equipment
to aid our fellow FoLC, Doris Schmill.  I was so happy to hear that the fund
raiser was a success.  I'm hoping that down the road these authors submit
their work to the Archive in order to receive the recognition that next
year's Kerths would bring.  I know there are several stories in the Fanzine
that I would nominate.

Thanks again!
Anne (ACdrift@aol.com)
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There is a *very* interesting LnC page (
http://digital.net/~klane/LoisandClark.html ) that has, among other things,
excerpts from funny fics. (Actually, almost half of it is bits and pieces
>from "Dawning"...) The following excerpts struck me as particularly
amusing, and I'd love to read the whole story. Does anyone recognize it and
know where it can be found?

Thanks,

Hazel

-- Hi, honey. How are you?
-- Great, Mom.
-- And how's things between you and Lois?
-- Well, she hasn't answered my question yet, but otherwise, wonderful.
-- So you told her?
-- Not yet.
-- Why not, son?
-- Because she's worked it out anyway, and she's having so much fun trying
to find proof, I didn't want
to spoil things for her.
-- Son, that's a dangerous game you're playing.
-- Well, Dad, if you hear me say "Mom, Dad, Lois hates me," you'll know I'm
back to square one.

-- Ah, Lois, I just have to step out and . . .
-- Buy me some donuts? How thoughtful of you, Clark.
-- Ah, right. Yes, that's it.

-- Ah, Lois, I just have to step out and . . .
-- Buy me a new fishtank? How thoughtful of you, Clark.
-- Fishtank? Yes, that's it.

-- Ah, Lois, I just have to step out and . . .
-- Buy me a return airfare to Paris? How thoughtful of you, Clark.
-- Be reasonable, Lois.

[Superman lands on Clark's balcony]
-- Clark, I was just going through your wardrobe and I noticed there was a
weird stain on one of your
capes.
-- Damn! I knew I should've soaked it. . . . oops.
[Lois grins triumphantly]

-- Lois, where have you hidden my glasses this time?
-- You have x-ray vision, you find them.
-- Five bucks says they're behind your back, so unless you want me to use
my x-ray vision on *you*...
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Being in the midst of my OWN fanfic {my first one} i really enjoy reading
other people's written work!  I mean i have read this stuff before, but now
that i am writing myself, it is different to me.

Anyway about this fanfic, i loved it!  I loved the twist at the end, it was
not what i was expecting and it took my breath away for a second!  I love
fanfics that can do that!  Great job Wendy! <G>

Alexis ;-.)
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I have been trying for three days to get into Gorn's site to read  the
stories, but I can't.  Can anyone tell me how
to make contact so that I can ask for them?

Brenda
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Re: L&C meets Due South

Would Francesca hit on Clark in a bid to make Fraser take notice/get
jealous,
and how would Lois react to the obvious flirtation?

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
thinking we'll just write this right here...
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At 09:57 AM 08/10/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>In a message dated 8/10/99 9:25:02 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
>jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET writes:
>
><< Wonder if Clark could hear Fraser's Dad?  Now that'd be a trick... <g>
>>
>
>
>I would think only if Fraser's Dad wanted him to.  I think that's how it
>works with ghosts -- they only appear to people they want to see them, thus
>making them nuts when no one else sees or hears the ghost and doesn't
believe
>them.
>
>Ann

What if poor, put-upon Ellen can see him?

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
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Hi FoLCs,

Debby asked,

>Would Francesca hit on Clark in a bid to make Fraser take notice/get
jealous,
>and how would Lois react to the obvious flirtation?

Well, that depends on when the crossover is set.  Early on, before Lois
admitted to herself that she loved Clark, I don't think she'd care.  Later,
between the admission and their marriage, Mad Dog Lane would become Tigress
Lane.  After their marriage, Lois would point out that he was married and
unavailable.

Bye,
Rhonda
rosrobin@ab.imag.net
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Hey Folcies! :o)

Just had to speak up here and say
I missed a bunch at the beginning due to lack of time
(not lack of interest <g>) BUT
I did have the good fortune of stumbling upon the Crossover
Quiz and made copious mental notes to the tune of "Oh! I
*must* read that one! and "that's sooooo funny!" and
"Oh! that one is good too!" and "Can't wait to find out the
results so I can read the whole stories" :o)

Anyway, that Crossover Quiz sure was fun. (I knew
*none* of the answers of course, but I still had a blast)
So, thanks to all of you who put these quiz thingies
together :o)

Maggie
fingers crossing that when Kerth nomination
time rolls around, we'll have a Kerth-Eligible-Story-Quiz-Off
or something ;o)

> >I'm wondering if the interest in quizzes is waning...
>
> I'm wondering the same thing, Wendy. You and Alexis were the only ones
who
> responded to the crossover quiz (though I'll give it one more day or two)
> and I don't think Irene had much of a response for her Jimmy quiz. I also
> had one more quiz set up; I think I'll hold on to it for a couple of
> months. :)
>
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Hi Wendy,

>S
>P
>O
>I
>L
>E
>R
>
>S
>P
>A
>C
>E

> Extract 2:
>         "I got a bad feeling about this, Mom." Clark
> glanced
> at his parents to gauge their reaction.

In the Beginning by B.B. Medos

This is my first time responding to a quiz. Normally I just enjoy reading
them and seeing how many I know without responding, but I don't want to
encourage your belief that no one is interested anymore...
Terry
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Debby speculated:
> What if poor, put-upon Ellen can see <Fraser's dad>?

Hmm... several images appear ... maybe she'd take it as final proof that
she was losing her mind.  Or maybe she'd fall for him, and somehow not
notice that no one else could see/hear him... they ignore her, after
all, so what would be odd about them ignoring him?  Could turn into
farce or a tragedy, depending on who writes it...

> Debby
> Debby@swcp.com
> thinking we'll just write this right here...

You may be right <g>
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Hazel wrote:
>The following excerpts struck me as particularly
>amusing, and I'd love to read the whole story. Does anyone recognize it and
>know where it can be found?

>-- Hi, honey. How are you?
>-- Great, Mom.
>-- And how's things between you and Lois?
>-- Well, she hasn't answered my question yet, but otherwise, wonderful.
>-- So you told her?
>-- Not yet.
>-- Why not, son?
>-- Because she's worked it out anyway, and she's having so much fun trying
>to find proof, I didn't want
>to spoil things for her.
>-- Son, that's a dangerous game you're playing.
>-- Well, Dad, if you hear me say "Mom, Dad, Lois hates me," you'll know I'm
>back to square one.

I sure hope someone can recognize and identify this story, because I agree
with Hazel.  This sounds like a must read!
Terry
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> The following excerpts struck me as particularly
> amusing, and I'd love to read the whole story. Does anyone recognize it
and
> know where it can be found?

Well, no, not exactly; I don't think I've read that/those.  However, the
style (half-script, half-prose) seems familiar; I think it was used a
lot by the AOL crowd.  (I notice because it's a pet peeve of mine --
write some descriptions to go with your dialog, people!)

Anyway, the AOL fanfic archive, last I checked, could be found at:
<http://members.aol.com/beth012400/fanfic.htm>
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At 09:52 PM 8/11/99 -0400, you wrote:
>Well, no, not exactly; I don't think I've read that/those.  However, the
>style (half-script, half-prose) seems familiar; I think it was used a
>lot by the AOL crowd.  (I notice because it's a pet peeve of mine --
>write some descriptions to go with your dialog, people!)

I think you're right that it's an AOL writer, Jeagan maybe - she had a
great touch with humorous dialog. :) The format was called 'scenario' and
was supposed to be like a script rather than a regular prose narrative. It
can be off-putting if you're expecting the usual story, but one thing I
like about it (when it's done right) is that it's almost like a guessing
game, trying to visualize the scene and the character's attitude by the
dialog alone. :)

Georgia
>
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>Pam wrote:
>>Well, no, not exactly; I don't think I've read that/those.  However, the
>>style (half-script, half-prose) seems familiar; I think it was used a
>>lot by the AOL crowd.  (I notice because it's a pet peeve of mine --
>>write some descriptions to go with your dialog, people!)

and Georgia wrote:
>I think you're right that it's an AOL writer, Jeagan maybe - she had a
>great touch with humorous dialog. :) The format was called 'scenario' and
>was supposed to be like a script rather than a regular prose narrative. It
>can be off-putting if you're expecting the usual story, but one thing I
>like about it (when it's done right) is that it's almost like a guessing
>game, trying to visualize the scene and the character's attitude by the
>dialog alone. :)

Well, you're both right in that this is similar to Jeagan's style - but I
just checked each one of her stories on the AOL site, and this one wasn't
one of them :<
Anyone else have any ideas about where this story might be found?
Terry
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Georgia wrote:

>I think you're right that it's an AOL writer, Jeagan maybe - she had a
>great touch with humorous dialog. :) The format was called 'scenario' and
>was supposed to be like a script rather than a regular prose narrative. It
>can be off-putting if you're expecting the usual story, but one thing I
>like about it (when it's done right) is that it's almost like a guessing
>game, trying to visualize the scene and the character's attitude by the
>dialog alone. :)
>

Gee, you learn something every day on this list! <g> Thanks for this
explanation, Georgia - I have to admit that I share Pam's loathing of the
style, it drives me insane, and I've always wondered why Jeagan used it. But
I was always prepared to lay aside my pet hate where her stories were
concerned because they were always so funny they made me LOL. Clark's
reaction to Jonathan's answer to his 'delicate question' in Exhaustedly
Happy or the milk and peanut butter sandwiches mystery in A for Effort are
classics that I never tire of reading and which never fail to make me smile
no matter how many times I do. She also wrote one of the few deathfic which
makes it into my favourites folder (When Magnolias Bloom) which manages to
be waffy and sweet, despite the subject matter. A vastly under-rated writer
in my view.

LabRat :)
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On Wed, 11 Aug 1999 17:20:23 -0600 Rhonda Robinson
<rosrobin@AB.IMAG.NET> wrote:
>
> Well, that depends on when the crossover is set.  Early on, before Lois
> admitted to herself that she loved Clark, I don't think she'd care.

I don't watch Due South, so I haven't really been following this
thread. However, this remark had me sitting up straight! Lois would
*definitely* be bothered if someone else flirted with Clark, even
before they started dating. She was bothered by Mayson, certainly.
And if you want to take it back before HoL (where she stopped her
wedding because she realised she cared for Clark), then she was
jealous of Toni Taylor back as far as IGACOY, she hated Linda King
schmoozing up to Clark, and Cat's flirting with him really made her
angry.

So yes, I think she would mind!

Wendy

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> -- Lois, where have you hidden my glasses this time?
> -- You have x-ray vision, you find them.
> -- Five bucks says they're behind your back, so unless you want me to use
> my x-ray vision on *you*...

This looks *hilarious*! Someone must recognise it... please?

Wendy
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The story could be set on a runaway train, heading from Metropolis to the
Arctic (destination: Fraser's Fortress of Solitude)  - S to the rescue.
"Sir" has to be on board -- maybe she & Lois team up & out sleuth Big Red &
Big Blue.  Needless to say, each should get her man in the end (or maybe the
other man?)

Carol
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Before I put my foot in it, not knowing the geography of Kansas nor
where Smallville might be, could someone help me?

Which would be the nearest reasonable-sized airport to Smallville? By
that, I mean the airport where commercial flights, eg from
Metropolis, would go to. I've seen both Kansas City and Wichita in
fanfic.

Thanks,

Wendy

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In a message dated 8/11/99 7:08:21 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Debby@SWCP.COM
writes:

<< What if poor, put-upon Ellen can see him? >>

That would be awesome!

Go for it.  She could see Fraser's dad, but still not know that Clark is
Superman.

Ann
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In a message dated 8/10/99 5:34:35 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Zoomway@aol.com
writes:

> The
>  small percentage who want to become professional writers might find
fanfic
a
>  poor training ground. Before the pitchforks and torch-bearing villagers
come
>  pounding at my castle door, I don't mean to say there aren't fanfic
writers
>  talented enough to become professional writers, because there are fanfic
>  writers that good, and a handful have become pro writers. Rather, fanfic
>  comes with its own universe and characters set up by others as well as a
>  built-in audience. Professional fiction doesn't come with these presets
>  unless someone wants to attempt to write Star Trek fiction or some other
>  established source material fiction.

As someone who writes fanfiction and "normal" fiction, I think fanfic is a
great training ground (though I have not yet found my serious aspirations,
writing or otherwise, so maybe someone with true writing aspirations has a
different opinion). I've probably said this before, but I've taken a
fiction-writing course, gaining admission by submitting fanfiction slightly
doctored so not to be recognized as such. (This at a college known for its
English department, by me, a molecular biology major. Definitely a feat I
couldn't have accomplished without fanfic.)

Having written fanfiction greatly helped me in writing for that course, and
writing "regular" fiction for myself. When writing, I used to get too caught
up in creating a universe for my characters, sometimes even finding a
picture
of a character or setting in a magazine. Then I got so bored of making up
small points about the characters that I no longer wanted to write the
story.
Writing in a pre-created universe helped me ocus on the story instead of
characters' often-unnecessary histories. But, I did need to make up some of
my own characters, even in fanfic, and being able to do that, maybe once per
story instead of several times helped me learn to characterize within a
story.

I think doing any type of (fiction) writing helps improve your (fiction)
writing. To get better, you just have to do it. And keep doing it, instead
of
waiting for the ideal learning situation.

-Christy
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>From MR. D8A's work email

Supposedly Wichita is an hour drive from Smallville.  If you travel East
>from Wichita there is a nice blank spot between Fall River Lake and Toronto
Lake Kansas that would be ideal for a new town.

James

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From: Wendy Richards [mailto:ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK]
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Before I put my foot in it, not knowing the geography of Kansas nor
where Smallville might be, could someone help me?

Which would be the nearest reasonable-sized airport to Smallville? By
that, I mean the airport where commercial flights, eg from
Metropolis, would go to. I've seen both Kansas City and Wichita in
fanfic.

Thanks,

Wendy

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Wendy Richards wrote:

> Hi guys,
>
> I'm wondering if the interest in quizzes is waning... Well, anyway,
> here's my final teaser for you all. This one is called 'The Way We
> Were,' and contains extracts from stories all set in the very
> earliest days of Lois and Clark's acquaintance.
>
> Happy hunting!
>
> Wendy

Okay,
Ask and you shall receive:
S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E
(as if this is really needed by now)
#1 is "Clark...Who? by Margaret Brignell
#2 is "In The Beginning" by BB Medos
#3 is "Underneath the Cape: An In Depth Interview With..." by Leigh Raglan
#4 is"The Perfect Match" by Wendy Richards
#5 is "Strange Visitors" by C .C. Malo
#6 is "Before the Night Falls" by Chris H.

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Okay, Wichita it is. Thanks, James! Now I can rescue Lois from where
she is currently stranded in mid-air while I was trying to decide
where to land her!

Wendy
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James said:
>Supposedly Wichita is an hour drive from Smallville.  If you travel East
>>from Wichita there is a nice blank spot between Fall River Lake and
Toronto
>Lake Kansas that would be ideal for a new town.
>

I hate be contrary, but this is something that always bugged me anyway.  I
know the show said Wichita is closer, but doesn't the set used for
Smallville look more like Eastern Kansas?  (More trees, less fields)  That
would put Kansas City closer.  Of course, the show did say Wichita, so I
guess I can't really argue.

Jessi
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On Thu, 12 Aug 1999 11:08:53 CDT Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM>
wrote:

> I hate be contrary, but this is something that always bugged me anyway.  I
> know the show said Wichita is closer,

It did? In which ep?

Wendy

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Hi guys  ;)

I'm working on my next big dramatic fic (I know...don't everybody groan at
once <g>), and I had a couple of questions.  Does anybody know if Bureau 39
or Trask or any of his men were mentioned in any eps beside GGGoH?

Thanks!

Erin  :)
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STORY TITLE: Curtain Twitchers
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SUMMARY: Just a short conversation which might have occurred between=20
our two reporters after the end of SLV. You can blame LabRat for this=20
one!

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Clark threw down the newspaper he'd been scanning and threw Lois a=20
glance filled with disgust. "You know what really annoys me more than=20
anything else about this stuff? It's the particular moral stand some=20
of the writers have taken about it."

"You mean, Superman shouldn't have an affair with his best friend's=20
wife?" Lois enquired with a rueful smile. It hadn't been easy=20
explaining their way out of that one, and she was aware that Clark=20
was still a little uncomfortable about the half-truth he had told at=20
the press conference.

But her husband shook his head. "No - it's the assumption they make=20
that Superman shouldn't be having sex at all!"

"He shouldn't?" Lois frowned, leaning across to see if she could find=20
the particular article which had aroused Clark's ire. "Why - because=20
he would corrupt the human race, or something stupid like that?"

"No - because it would corrupt *him*!" Clark exclaimed in disgust.=20
"They seem to have some weird idea that Superman's ethics should put=20
him above such mundane, *dirty* activities as having sex. As if=20
there's anything dirty about making love with my wife!"

"Really?" Lois was incredulous now. "Who's had the=85 the *nerve* to=20
say anything like that?"

Clark shrugged. "Oh, there've been a couple of 'moral majority'=20
crusaders, talking about how the very thought of it would corrupt the=20
kids, destroy the image of Superman as a hero everyone can look up=20
to. Some of them are still criticising Superman for not making it=20
absolutely clear at that press conference that he had never had sex=20
with anyone."

Lois had been flicking through the paper; suddenly she exclaimed as=20
she spotted the article which had aroused Clark's ire. "I see what=20
you mean! 'Superman should be the world's most famous eunuch'," she=20
quoted. "My God, Clark, I see what you mean! Not only can you not=20
have sex, but they don't want you to have normal body parts either!"

She grinned at him suddenly. "You know I don't agree with that, I=20
hope, sweetheart?"=20

He smiled back at her, then returned his attention to the topic at=20
hand. "You know, it would be different if we'd gone to bed together=20
as soon as we started dating, or just moved in together instead of=20
getting engaged. But we did everything the traditional way - we=20
dated, we got engaged, and we got *married.* And we didn't make love=20
until after we were married. No-one can accuse us of setting a bad=20
example to anyone. So why is the thought of Superman having sex=20
within a loving relationship so upsetting to these people?"

Lois brushed her hand across the back of her husband's cheek.=20
"Because they don't understand you like I do. They think you're some=20
sort of hero on a pedestal - well, of course you are a hero, but=20
you're a person too. A loving, caring man who is a wonderful husband.=20
And who'll be a great dad too one of these days."

Clark grinned at Lois's last words. "I suppose it'd be a bit=20
difficult to do that while behaving the way some of these people=20
expect me to! Unless they'd expect me to, um, do the necessary in a=20
laboratory somewhere."

Lois bundled up the newspaper and carried it through to the kitchen,=20
shoving it into the trash. Clark, who had followed her, leaned=20
against the island and watched her thoughtfully.=20

"Of course, these idiots don't realise Superman's married - that=20
might make a difference to their attitudes," Lois said as she turned=20
back to face Clark.

He shook his head. "Nope - the attitude seems to be that any sort of=20
normal human relationship should be out of bounds to Superman. He=20
really should be 'above all that.' They expect him - me - to be like=20
some sort of mediaeval 'parfait gentil knight' who only understands=20
courtly love."

"Courtly love?" Lois enquired, smiling as she always did when her=20
husband surprised her with some nugget of knowledge from his eclectic=20
mind.

"Yeah." He paused and smiled at her. "Like the Knights of the Round=20
Table - they wrote love-poems and letters to Queen Guinevere, but=20
there was never anything sexual or romantic in it. They were paying=20
court to her."

"Sounds nice," Lois grinned. "But not what I want from my husband."

He reached for her, pulling her gently back against him, wrapping his=20
arms around her waist and nuzzling her ear. "That's just as well,=20
honey, because I don't think I could settle for that. Not any more.=20
In the days when we were just friends, I had to, but there were times=20
when it nearly killed me."

She twisted in his arms and demonstrated very thoroughly just how=20
little she wanted mere 'courtly love' from her adored husband.=20
Breaking away then, her lips curved in a sudden grin. "You know,=20
though, all this stuff about how Superman shouldn't be interested in=20
women or sex could be pretty useful."

"It could?" Clark had no idea where Lois was coming from on this one.

"Sure! We could let them promote it - you could even hint it might be=20
true. Then I wouldn't have to worry about women throwing themselves=20
at you any more."

Clark raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure I believe that, you know,=20
honey. There are the type of women who would see that as a=20
challenge...."

"True," she agreed with him. "But anyway, honey, there's nothing we=20
can do if these people want to peddle their idiotic theories about=20
what Superman should be. We know the truth, and that's good enough=20
for us. We know we love each other, and that means we want to show=20
each other what it means to love each other."

"Sure," Clark agreed, a soft smile curving about his lips. "Umm...=20
feel like showing me now, by any chance?"

 - The End -=20

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Erin Klingler wrote:

> Hi guys  ;)
>
> I'm working on my next big dramatic fic (I know...don't everybody groan at
> once <g>), and I had a couple of questions.  Does anybody know if Bureau
39
> or Trask or any of his men were mentioned in any eps beside GGGoH?
>
> Thanks!
>
> Erin  :)
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Hi, Erin:

I have all the episodes taped and have watched them all a number of times.
To
my knowledge they never mentioned any of Trask's men on any of the other
shows,
except possibly "Strange Visitor", which is also the only other show Bureau
39
was prominently mentioned on.  If Bureau 39 is mentioned on any other
episode,
it is only in passing.  I'm not certain if it ever comes up again, but if so
it
isn't given any importance.

Nan
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Yep, Trask is introduced in Strange Visitor - the ep showing this sunday
on TNT.

Yea, a new story by you -- won't hear me groaning!

Erin Klingler said on 8/12/99 9:27 AM:

>Hi guys  ;)
>
>I'm working on my next big dramatic fic (I know...don't everybody groan at
>once <g>), and I had a couple of questions.  Does anybody know if Bureau 39
>or Trask or any of his men were mentioned in any eps beside GGGoH?
>
>Thanks!
>
>Erin  :)
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Debbie wrote:

> Yea, a new story by you -- won't hear me groaning!

Well, maybe you'd better wait and see how it turns out.  <g>  I'm doing a
great deal of dramatic A-plot in this one, which I've never done before, so
it may turn out to be  round-bin material.  We'll have to see.  :)

Thanks for all the responses, guys!  Where would I be without you?  :)

Back to writing...

Erin  :)
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Nice job, Wendy.   It's a well thought out piece that shows another side to
that whole issue.

 The story raises some interesting points, like people wanting their heroes
to be above human needs and emotions.  I wonder if that is true outside of
the US, or if it is an American phenomenon, descended from our Puritan
background.

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In a message dated 8/12/99 12:32:46 PM Eastern Daylight Time, erink@IDA.NET
writes:

<< Does anybody know if Bureau 39
 or Trask or any of his men were mentioned in any eps beside GGGoH?
  >>

They first appeared in "Strange Visitor"  (appearing this Sunday on TNT).  I
can't remember any other time they were mentioned on the show.  They do show
up from time  to time in fanfiction.  (i.e. CCMalo's Recognition series
among
others.)
You might want to look at Top Copy when Diana Stride is talking to the guy
>from Intergang (Robert Culp's character) asking him to get her some
Kryptonite.  Maybe one of them mentions it.

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Update on the search for funny bits from Amanda's page...

Amanda kindly replied to my queries and sent me the following information.
______________
>There's a mailing list -- LOISCLA-GENERAL-L -- where people post fanfic
>before submitting it to the archive and generally offer suggestions,
>advice, etc. for writing fanfic. I posted an excerpt from your "Funny bits"
>to the list, and most people had the same reaction: "I never read this
>before, but will someone *please* tell me where to find it?!"
>
>This was the excerpt I posted:
>
>
>-- Hi, honey. How are you?
>-- Great, Mom.
>-- And how's things between you and Lois?
>-- Well, she hasn't answered my question yet, but otherwise, wonderful.
>-- So you told her?
>-- Not yet.
>-- Why not, son?
>-- Because she's worked it out anyway, and she's having so much fun trying
>to find proof, I didn't want
>to spoil things for her.
>-- Son, that's a dangerous game you're playing.
>-- Well, Dad, if you hear me say "Mom, Dad, Lois hates me," you'll know I'm
>back to square one.
>
>-- Ah, Lois, I just have to step out and . . .
>-- Buy me some donuts? How thoughtful of you, Clark.
>-- Ah, right. Yes, that's it.
>
>-- Ah, Lois, I just have to step out and . . .
>-- Buy me a new fishtank? How thoughtful of you, Clark.
>-- Fishtank? Yes, that's it.
>
>-- Ah, Lois, I just have to step out and . . .
>-- Buy me a return airfare to Paris? How thoughtful of you, Clark.
>-- Be reasonable, Lois.
>
>[Superman lands on Clark's balcony]
>-- Clark, I was just going through your wardrobe and I noticed there was a
>weird stain on one of your
>capes.
>-- Damn! I knew I should've soaked it. . . . oops.
>[Lois grins triumphantly]
>
>-- Lois, where have you hidden my glasses this time?
>-- You have x-ray vision, you find them.
>-- Five bucks says they're behind your back, so unless you want me to use
>my x-ray vision on *you*...
>
>There's another one which I think makes fun of the original loiscla IRC. :)
>That one is written in a similar style.
>
>So the question is: where, other than the archive, can the fics you've
>snipped "funny bits" from be found?

On the old fanfic list, there was fanfic that was sent out, but no
discussion
about it was ever sent out, and I just read the fanfics that came in, then
put
the stuff I liked on the page, however, I have no clue where they came from,
since I didn't start labeling them until much later.

I'm so sorry I couldn't be of more help.  All I can say is that I know it
definitely
came from a fanfic.  It must be somewhere out there in cyberspace.  I'll
help
you look, but I don't know how much help I can be.

_________________

So! Does anyone out there (Zoom, Kathy, Sheila, Farah?) know of this old
fanfic list that Amanda mentions? Is there some way to find the URL and get
hold of these stories?

Hazel
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>He smiled back at her, then returned his attention to the topic at
>hand. "You know, it would be different if we'd gone to bed together
>as soon as we started dating, or just moved in together instead of
>getting engaged. But we did everything the traditional way - we
>dated, we got engaged, and we got *married.* And we didn't make love
>until after we were married. No-one can accuse us of setting a bad
>example to anyone. So why is the thought of Superman having sex
>within a loving relationship so upsetting to these people?"

LOL!  Is this a *dig* at your "Auntie" Wendy?  You know, for all the cuts on
the show...

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Erin,
Bureau 39 is mentioned in "The Foundling"...after Lois finds the Polaroids
of
the globe and demands an explanation from Clark, he tells her where he got
the globe, and she says something like "Bureau 39...*my* Bureau 39...I was
right there, and you didn't even tell me, you just put it in your pocket..."
And then he's like, "We weren't partners then," and she's like "Then? Try
never again!"  So, yeah. :) And then Mindy Church brings it up in "Home Is
Where The Hurt Is"...she tells Joey Bermuda that she got Superman's ship
from
a secret government agency.
Molly
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In a message dated 08/12/1999 10:52:42 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<< Now I can rescue Lois from where
 she is currently stranded in mid-air >>

Well, Wendy, as we all know there's only ONE way to do that!! Superman
Express, of course <g>

--Laurie (the Ord one)
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At 01:50 PM 8/12/1999 +0100, Wendy wrote:
>Before I put my foot in it, not knowing the geography of Kansas nor
>where Smallville might be, could someone help me?
>
>Which would be the nearest reasonable-sized airport to Smallville? By
>that, I mean the airport where commercial flights, eg from
>Metropolis, would go to. I've seen both Kansas City and Wichita in
>fanfic.

Since I'd completely forgotten the reference to Wichita in the show (TF?) I
personally have used Ottawa, Kansas (at Peace's suggestion, thanks Peace:)
for locating Smallville geographically.

Apparently, Ottawa, Kansas is the quintessential mid-west small town and is
about half way between Topeka and Kansas City, just south of Lawrence and a
little north of US35 :) It may not be right, but how could I resist using a
town named Ottawa<g>

Margaret
PS.  The only one of your quiz items I recognize is #1<g>  I need to read
more fanfic;\

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At 09:48 PM 08/11/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>Debby speculated:
>> What if poor, put-upon Ellen can see <Fraser's dad>?
>
>Hmm... several images appear ... maybe she'd take it as final proof that
>she was losing her mind.  Or maybe she'd fall for him, and somehow not
>notice that no one else could see/hear him... they ignore her, after
>all, so what would be odd about them ignoring him?  Could turn into
>farce or a tragedy, depending on who writes it...

We'd have to make sure that Fraser Jr. wasn't around or aware of Ellen's
sightings, but also, I hope, that Ellen doesn't come off as a dingbat.
That's a
stereotype, a cheat, that's too easy to write. *Or*, if BF does realize she
sees him, too, they could form a tentative friendship, Ellen taking on a
bit of
a motherly role :)
>
>> Debby
>> Debby@swcp.com
>> thinking we'll just write this right here...
>
>You may be right <g>

Okay, so someone plants a bit of Kryptonite in Dief's collar and Clark can't
understand why he has this totally uncharacteristic gut dislike for the
wolfdog...

>-------------------------------------------------------
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At 10:15 PM 08/09/1999 +0100, you wrote:
>
> I've been reading some of the debates about Lex Vs Scardino, or Lex Vs
Deter,
> but I think there is another  possible pairing.  Who made the most
> entertaining villain, Lex or Tempus?  I think Tempus, because he always
made
> me laugh, whereas I found Lex to be a little pompous at times.  What do
you
> think?
>
> Liz
>
> <mailto:ereid@iol.ie>ereid@iol.ie

Season one Lex had depth and potential which was, IMO, wasted after The
Phoenix. :(

Tempus was interesting, but unfortunately he lived (was created) for one
thing
(stop Superman) and thus was, IMO, a one-note character, hillarious but
tissue
thin, then wasted in the John Doe arch.

So my vote is for the Lex depicted in season one.

Debby
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Ok, I almost have my Inbox down to less than 100 messages, and I'm finally
getting around to replying to this quiz.

I tend to avoid crossovers because I don't know the characters from the
other shows/comics, but Wendy's may have changed my mind.  I'd never heard
of _Eastenders_; I thought it was just a _Dr. Who_ crossover.  Wendy, you
may have written it as a joke, but it has a lot of potential.  (Maybe I can
see more potential *because* I don't already know the characters.  (Of
course, we all know Lois and Clark and the others pretty well, but some of
our authors manage to come up with some really creative stuff. <g>))

I don't avoid Batman crossovers, though, for some reason.  Before
discovering L&C fanfiction, all I knew about Batman was generally what he
looked like, that he had a sidekick named Robin, a Batmobile, an enemy named
the Joker, and there was someone named Catwoman, but I'm not sure if she's
bad or not.  After reading several L&C-Batman crossovers, I was intrigued,
so I decided to watch the movie, the one with Michael Keaton.

_Batman_ was really good, and I enjoyed it, but I kept thinking of ways it
could be better.  I think fanfic does that to you.  I don't just accept
movies/shows as much any more.  Before discovering fanfic, I just accepted
that there were 80 something episodes of _Lois and Clark: TNAOS_, but now
there's as much of it as you and I can dream up.  "That Old Gang of Mine" is
one of my favorite eps, but it's so much better in Wendy's "That Superman of
Mine."  So, if we don't accept L&C just the way it was in the 80 something
eps, then we don't have to accept _Batman_ or any other movie/show just the
way they are.  We take what we like and create the rest.  Okay, just my
thought for the day.

On the subject of waning interest in quizes (although I've not yet read
Wendy's last quiz): I really like these quizes, they're a great way to
discover new fics, and they're fun besides.  But we've been a little
overwhelmed.  Maybe if we had one (1) every week or two it would be better.

s
p
o
i
l
e
r

s
p
a
c
e

I don't know many of these, but most of them I know what they're crossed
with.

1) I've read it, but it had a sad ending.  Batman crossover.
2) Spiderman crossover.
3) ?
4) _Brady Bunch_ crossover.
5) _Sliders_ crossover. (I'd never heard of _Sliders_ until I read an L&C
crossover, and I only remember because I like the characters' names.)
6) Flash crossover. (Again, I'd never heard of the Flash until I read the S5
crossover--or was it TUFS?)
7) _X-Files_ crossover.  I've read one _X-Files_ crossover,  but not this
one.
8) Ah-ha! This is Wendy's "At Wit's End in East End", a _Dr.
Who_/_Eastenders_ crossover.
9) _Cinderella_ crossover.  The pink/blue/pink/blue? is classic.  I always
think of _Cinderella_ whenever I see pink/blue?.
10) Ah, Hazel, this is your _Star Wars_ crossover, where Clark is from
Alderaan.  I don't remember the name.

-Diyan
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Here we have it: the answers to the Crossover Quiz! Spoiler space provided
if anyone is still interested in playing.

For the record, I do have one more quiz set up, but I'm sticking it back in
the freezer for now. Maybe next month...

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

Story 1: "Death is No Laughing Matter," by Scott Claybrook. Clearly
LnC/Batman. A very good, WHAMmy story with two possible endings! I
personally prefer the second, darker ending, but YMMV. And there was
another line in there that I would have loved to offer for the quiz, but it
was too ambiguous: "Clark had watched the exchange with interest. *I could
never do that intimidation thing. I wonder if he practices in front of a
mirror.*" :)

Story 2: "The Spider and the Fly(boy)," by Robert Culpepper. LnC/Spiderman.
This is the first in a series of crossovers that use different superheroes
of the DCU.

Story 3: called, appropriately enough, "Lois and Clark/Quantum Leap
Crossover," Michael Chary explains in this tale exactly how Clark managed
to get out of the cage in HoL. ;) Considering the title, I don't need to
specify the exact crossover.

Story 4: "Myxed Signals," by the IRC RR group. There were actually quite a
lot of crossovers to choose from in this one. :) This specific excerpt was
LnC/Brady Bunch, but there was also MASH, Star Trek, X-Files, Star Wars,
ER, Gilligan's Island, Perry Mason, Sesame Street, and many, many more.

Story 5: "A Slide into Heroism," by Scott E. Johnson. LnC/Sliders. The
story pitted the Sliders vs the Sliders' counterparts in the Lois and Clark
universe, plus a *very* precocious pair of twins. There were a few other
crossovers that snuck into this one as well. I chose this particular
excerpt because its conclusion gave me chills... Shades of Jonathon Kent,
and an all too likely explanation.

Story 6: "The Flash," by Kyle Harper, part of the TUFS season. Not
surprisingly, this crossover is LnC/Flash. This particular ep was part of a
mid-season series in which the spotlight actually shone on someone other
than Lois and Clark. :)

Story 7: "Lois and Clark Meet the X-Files," by Zoomway. Title gives the
crossover type. Written in the classic Zoom style. :)

Story 8: "At Wit's End in the East End," by Wendy Richards. LnC/Dr. Who, as
well as a British show called "EastEnders" (or at least so Wendy tells us.)
:) This should have been an easy one -- it was just on the mailing list
last week!

Story 9: "Pink or Blue," by Michelle Puthoff. For those of you who know H.
C. Andersen's version better than the Disney one, this crossover is
LnC/"Sleeping Beauty." :)

Story 10: "Escape From Krypton?", by Hazel. LnC/Star Wars. Well, did you
really expect me resist? :) You can find the rest of this short-short on
Zoomway's fanfic message boards.

Wendy Richards went mostly for the smiley-face stickers at first, giving
crossovers for seven stories, but made a nice comeback by supplying name
and author for stories 3, 5, 7, 8. and 10. (Well, she didn't *specify* the
name of the author for 8, but we'll assume she knows it...)

Diyan, like Wendy, did better at recognizing crossovers, getting eight of
them right, including the Sleeping Beauty one. She gave the correct answer
to number 8 and had the author and plot for number 10.

Alexis recognized story and author for number 7.

Wendy wins! :)

I find it highly intriguing that half these stories were written by men. No
offense to the distaff ;), but the majority of fanfic authors *are* women.
I wouldn't dismiss this as a "fanboy" phenomenon, either, as only three of
the stories actually cross with a comic book character -- and, as Diyan
pointed out in her post, "Batman" could technically be crossed with a
movie, rather than a comic, reducing the comic phenomenon to two. Does
anyone have a profoundly philosophical explanation for this?

Hazel
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Oops, did it again. It's a wee bit complicated when more than one person
uses one addy and we keep switching the options... But yeah, that was from
me. :)

Hazel
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Okay, I seem to be missing something here --
when was this quiz posted?  I've been scrolling
back through the umpteen posts in my list
folder and I'm not finding this quiz or any
answers to it....

I'm so confused....

Peace
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In a message dated 08/13/1999 6:57:12 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
peace9@SERVTECH.COM writes:

<< I'm so confused.... >>

Well, considering we all expect you are consumed with wedding plans, why is
this a surprise? You're probably months behind on your mail... <g>

--Laurie (hoping to meet you in October!)
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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 11:16:45 +0100
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Hazel wrote:

>Here we have it: the answers to the Crossover Quiz! Spoiler space provided
>if anyone is still interested in playing.
>
>
Although I have been guilty of not playing the fanfic quizzes - I just don't
recognise enough of the stories (unlike the nfic versions, but that's
another story) to contribute and have nothing but the most wondering
admiration for those who do - I have enjoyed reading them all and all of the
attempts to answer them. Great fun! And I'll own up to using them to find
all sorts of stories I never knew I'd missed too.

Thank you especially for this one, Hazel. I've never been that fond of
crossovers - mainly because I feel that often the result is that the writer
concentrates on one of the source shows to the detriment of the other(s) and
a balance that caters to fans of both is rarely achieved. But I'm intrigued
by your snippets here and have every intention of looking these stories up.
So thanks for inspiring me to put aside my prejudices there. <g>

Of course, I've also been inspired to give crossovers another chance by the
upcoming B&B/LNC fanfic - Timeless - due on the Archive any day now, I
believe. <bg> Yes, I know I've plugged it already - trust me, it's fully
deserving of it.

>I find it highly intriguing that half these stories were written by men. No
>offense to the distaff ;), but the majority of fanfic authors *are* women.
>I wouldn't dismiss this as a "fanboy" phenomenon, either, as only three of
>the stories actually cross with a comic book character.

And, I have to ask this, because I've wanted to for ever such a long time
and always forget, but just what *is* 'fanboy'? I know that I read an
explanation ages ago, but I can't remember it. From your comment, Hazel,
something to do with comic books obviously...?

LabRat :)
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Hey Guys!

Great story, Wendy - made me LOL. But after some email questions, can I just
say that the 'idea' behind it had absolutely nothing to do with the recent
nfic debate here on the lists? Or, at least, it didn't if Wendy's credit to
me refers to what I think it does!  I swear, I never called anyone who
doesn't like to read nfic an idiot. Publicly or privately. <bg> I  have too
much respect for the opposing view for that.

What sparked Wendy's story idea off - I presume - was a brief conversation I
had with her, about a month back, I believe. Before the old loiscla list
went down completely I'd been quietly retrieving the old posts from its
archive and had had a lot of fun reading posts from FoLCs from the time that
the show was still on air.

One of these had been posted just after MJD aired. It was from a FoLC who
said that, as a Christian, she was offended by Lois using the words 'make
love to me' in that episode. It was followed by a flurry of posts from
others - including fellow Christians - the gist of which was, 'geez, lighten
up - these guys are married. It's allowed. Even for Christians.' I may be
wrong, but I think the original poster may even have conceded this point.
Apologies if this FoLC is still with us and I've paraphrased your opinion
wrongly here.

Anyway, I mentioned it in passing to Wendy and I can't to be honest remember
if it was her or me who said that it seemed a weird idea that Superman/Clark
couldn't have sexual relations with his wife as a married man.

So....there you have it. The true and amazing (sorry, Nek!) story behind the
story - straight from the horse's mouth. If anyone out there thought that
the idea was sparked out of anything else or was a swipe by me - or indeed
Wendy, as I'm pretty sure, knowing her as well as I do that she hadn't the
faintest intention of that one either - at those among us who don't enjoy
nfic, I can only apologise for the misunderstanding.

Curiously enough, despite the usual flurry of emails between us in recent
days, I hadn't gotten around to asking Wendy about the credit and I wouldn't
like to speak for her, but I would imagine that her intention was nothing
more than to give us a less than serious, humorous vignette which was
intended to be taken with a healthy dose of salt. Which is certainly how it
worked for me. <g>

LabRat :)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
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"The Right Hon was a tubby little chap who looked as though he had been
poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "When!"  -- PG Wodehouse,
Very Good, Jeeves.

"We're living in an age where you have to call a chick and ask her if she'll
wear a dress tonight. And they say, "You're weird."  --- Tim Rose.
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Wendy,

You have no idea how eerily coincidental this was for me, having just had my
Clark brush across the very same subject in my fanfic.  Of course, being
altClark, he came to a completely different conclusion ;)

Nice story, and a point well made by Clark, I think!

(he should have a word with my Clark <vbg>)

Yvonne
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At 08:25 AM 08/12/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>The story could be set on a runaway train, heading from Metropolis to the
>Arctic (destination: Fraser's Fortress of Solitude)  - S to the rescue.
>"Sir" has to be on board -- maybe she & Lois team up & out sleuth Big Red &
>Big Blue.  Needless to say, each should get her man in the end (or maybe
the
>other man?)
>
>Carol

If it's set preRevelation, Lois could try to convince Francesca to be more
feminist and less doormat, only to have Francesca witness Lois drooling over
Superman. Maybe Elaine (the black gal who became a cop in her own right)
could
be the voice of reason (though she has eyes for Fraser, too).

"Gotta watch out for women in more ways than one, son," Fraser Sr. advises.
Ray
will advise "She's my sister so I'm watching you. Now, that Lois chick is
easy
on the eyes."

We'll need someone along to advise Clark. Either Perry or Jonathan (J&M on a
train trip, stranded, and L&C, B&F rush to the rescue?). Jimmy gives advice,
too, but the advice should be *this close* to helpful... and potentially
disasterous.

Debby
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Hey, FoLC......

I don't remember seeing answers to the "Tempus" quiz!

As I'm amassing copies of all this recommended fic (to be read
*R*SN, yeah......:}....), and Tempus is my all-time favourite "villain",
well, of course I'm interested...

Thanks!

Barbara
wondering *when* she's going to find time to read everything she's
admiring clips of.......*sigh*...
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On Thu, 12 Aug 1999 17:30:30 EDT No Name Available
<Larus2407@AOL.COM> wrote:

> << Now I can rescue Lois from where
>  she is currently stranded in mid-air >>
>
> Well, Wendy, as we all know there's only ONE way to do that!! Superman
> Express, of course <g>

LOL Laurie! Won't work in this case, since Superman has gone AWOL...

Wendy
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Just wanted to say that my copy of the LNC charity fanzine has just this
moment arrived (I think my postman was having a bad day. He put two letters
through, then came back two seconds later to drop in the zine - just as I
was muttering about its absence - and then came back two seconds after that
with a third letter. <g>)

I obviously haven't had a chance to read the stories yet - anticipating a
wallow this evening, if I have time from the arduous task of welcoming
Stuart home from his week eclipse watching in Plymouth ;) - but I just
wanted to say how impressed I am with the production. The inclusion of the
Writers' Showcases for the featured writers was an excellent idea - kudos to
whoever thought of it. I can't believe how thick it is!

LOL - postman's just this second turned up with another batch of mail. Maybe
if he turns up again I'll invite him in for a reviving cup of tea. He's
obviously in dire need.

Anyway, just wanted to say thank you to everyone who was involved in this
project. You did us proud, guys! And most especially to Jenny for organising
the UK side of things and saving us all a heck of a lot of hassle.

LabRat :)
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poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "When!"  -- PG Wodehouse,
Very Good, Jeeves.

"We're living in an age where you have to call a chick and ask her if she'll
wear a dress tonight. And they say, "You're weird."  --- Tim Rose.
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On Thu, 12 Aug 1999 14:25:56 EDT Kath Roden <kmroden@HOTMAIL.COM>
wrote:

> LOL!  Is this a *dig* at your "Auntie" Wendy?  You know, for all the cuts
on
> the show...

Absolutely, Kath! Well spotted! That was the main motivation for this
story: the way the BBC cropped out just about everything which
suggested that L&C might had had a more than platonic relationship.
Anne commented on US Puritanism; well, just watch Auntie Beeb!

There were also a couple of postings on the S5 feedback pages from
someone objecting to references to a sexual relationship - one of the
scenes complained about was a three-liner which simply referred to
them making out in a supply closet!

By the way, I've been away from my PC and I've only just seen
LabRat's email; to clear up the confusion, what I was referring to
was recent discussions she and I have had about the BBC; we were
joking about how someone should write an allegorical fic where L&C
discuss the fact that people disapprove of them having a sexual
relationship. She challenged me, and this was the result...

Sorry if anyone thought otherwise :)

Wendy

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Labrat wrote:

>>I find it highly intriguing that half these stories were written by men.
No
>>offense to the distaff ;), but the majority of fanfic authors *are* women.
>>I wouldn't dismiss this as a "fanboy" phenomenon, either, as only three of
>>the stories actually cross with a comic book character.
>
>And, I have to ask this, because I've wanted to for ever such a long time
>and always forget, but just what *is* 'fanboy'? I know that I read an
>explanation ages ago, but I can't remember it. From your comment, Hazel,
>something to do with comic books obviously...?
>
>

The first *I* ever heard the expression was at the '98 Kerths. I've heard
it once or twice since then though. As I understand it, a "fanboy" (or
girl, I spose) is someone who is a regular reader of comics, buys each
issue of his or her fav each and every month, and knows the past history of
hte characters as well as the people on this list know Lois and Clark. :)

I welcome corrections if I'm wrong.

Hazel

(who finds it slightly ironic to get more responses to the answers than to
the actual quiz...)
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Well, all the extracts in this quiz have now been identified, so I
thought I might as well post the answers and declare the winners.

And the Answers Are: <g>
Extract 1: 'Clark... who?' - Margaret Brignell - a very funny look
at the Pilot from Lois's POV; a Lois who is not at all pleased to be
gaining a new colleague!

Extract 2: 'In the Beginning' - BB Medos - one of my very favourites
>from my first-ever trawl through the Archive. Can't remember how many
times I've read it! It's an Elseworld story in which the basic
premise is: what if Lois saw Clark doing something Super even before
she met him?

Extract 3: 'Under the Cape: An in-depth Interview with Superman' -
Leigh Raglan - a wickedly funny piece in which Perry decides that
Lois's interview with Superman is too gushy and wants Clark to do a
more in-depth, critical interview.

Extract 4: 'The Perfect Match' - Wendy Richards - well, there aren't
actually very many early S1 stories; I was running out of things to
choose from! Interestingly, only one person recognised this ;)

Extract 5: 'Strange Visitors' - Carol Malo - an excellent and very
intriguing story in which a first-season L&C receive a *very* strange
visitor - if you haven't read it yet, go do it now!

Extract 6: 'Before the Night Falls' - Chris H. I really like this
one. It's a first-person fic from the POV of a number of the show's
characters as the end of the world approaches. *Despite* the
approaching asteroid, the ending still manages to be WAFFy.

Nan is the clear winner with seven correct answers - I should
probably deduct half a point for having given her a small clue on #4
;)

Hazel got 5 right out of 7, plus an extra quarter-point for
describing the plot of 2, and therefore comes second.

Audrey got 4 right out of 7, plus an extra quarter-point for
describing the plot of 2, coming in a strong third.

Pam got #2 and #5 right, and accurately described the plot of #6

Anne and Terry each correctly identified #2, and Margaret should get
credit for semi-identifying #1!

Wendy
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In a message dated 8/13/99 8:12:05 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<<  That was the main motivation for this
 story: the way the BBC cropped out just about everything which
 suggested that L&C might had had a more than platonic relationship.
 Anne commented on US Puritanism; well, just watch Auntie Beeb! >>

Now I'm really curious!  Last summer while traveling in Scotland with my
children, I caught them watching some pretty steamy stuff on TV.  Having
already spent a lot of time in France over the years, I wasn't shocked or
even surprised -- just assumed it was typical European TV fare.  Should I
reassess my original thought and figure that it was NOT on BBC but some
cable
channel?  I had no idea that censorship on TV existed on your side of the
pond when it came to consensual, sensual relationships.

Ann
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Okay, here I go.  I'm going to send a short five part story today.  Taking
the bull by the horns, so to speak. If something is missing that should to
be
included, please advise.

This is the shortest full story I've written.  The five parts have the plot
summary at the beginning of each (if that's wretched excess, please let me
know and I will not do that again) and all are well under 20 KB. I
sent/print
copies of my fiction to my son, daughter, and my mother-in-law and this is
one that both Diana and Mom liked particularly, so that's why it's my choice
to start.  Ben, my theatre historian scholar, edited it for me and I took
his
suggestions as to how things should be punctuated.  I **enclose thoughts in
double asterisks** and *use single asterisks for bold*

Before I post it I'd like to thank CASusan and Holly who set up
Metropolis_Times and dragged me kicking and screaming into actually writing
fanfiction.  I had no idea I could actually turn my 'daydreams' as I called
them into real stories with plots and dialog, etc.  Thank you.  I'm sorry
that little writing club didn't seem to be viable for too long, but you two
gave me a gift I am truly grateful for.

The rest of this post is about me and what I think about writing, so ignore
it if you wish.

I write for myself, attempt to edit my plots so there are no holes and no
awkward parts, etc. sometimes way too many times.  In spite of that, I
invariably find errors in everything I write, so feel free to correct errors
and write me if you don't like the way I state something.  Minor typos and
similar errors Do Not preclude me from enjoying a good piece of fanfiction
so
I don't correct others errors, who cares.

But please remember, we all have our our views of Lois and Clark based upon
our personal life experiences, so if you don't like what the characters say
or do,  just don't read my stories.  I will not be offended.

If any one of you wants to finish something I wrote, even change the
outcome,
feel free to use my plots.  I do not object to others using my ideas or
characters. I guess that's for two reasons:

First thanks to Holly and Susan, I had the pleasure of reading alternative
endings to stories I wrote and I loved how different they were.

Second, we mess around, rearrange and rewrite every single thing that we
personally don't like about the series so why should we expect what we write
to be untouched by anyone else.

I have no intention of ever becoming a pro and know I will never be in the
same class with all the great writers I have enjoyed over the past year and
a
half. As I stated before I write for myself.  Forgive me if this seems
self-serving but I like to tweak a part or even a single sentence until I
like the way it is put and that is one of the reasons I write.

A few people have asked me on the discussion group if they could read my
fiction, so here it is.  I use my Metropolis_Times pen name, because, as I
told Susan and Holly daydreams are what my stories are.  I've been
daydreaming all my life and now have the time to write them down.  And to
write about the greatest of the Superheros - well you all know what I think
about that character and that topic.

I hope you enjoy my little story.

Charlotte aka Daydreamer80.
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Just like Claude
By Daydreamer80

Summary: This story takes place a couple of weeks
after the premier.  It is not so much a Superman
story, as a Lois and Clark story.  It concerns the
relationship between a mistrusting Lois Lane and the
new reporter who told her 'you can trust me, Lois,'
and the effect that mistrust might have had on their
relationship at this early stage.  The story is
ultimately about learning to trust again even after
you've been badly hurt.

I used a number of quotes and one or two events from
the premier and later episodes of the series in this
later story that I felt said what I wanted to say
better than I could myself.

My son Benjamin edited it for punctuation and I don't
believe I left any plot holes, so please no editing.
Charlotte

Just like Claude

Part 1 of 5

Lois went to work excited on the morning after the
arrest of a number of prominent scientists at EPRAD
as well as several captains of industry all of who
had been implicated in the murder of Dr. Samuel Platt
and the sabotage of the Messenger.  As she dressed
carefully, she told herself it was only because she
and Clark had an exclusive that would scoop every
paper in town.  **It's not because you're looking
forward to the prospect of working with Clark Kent
again.  After all how can Clark compare with
Superman,**
she thought dreamily.

She stepped off the elevator and looked around.  It
felt so good to be here.  Jimmy saw
her first and announced: "To Lois Lane, still going
where no reporter has gone before."

There was enthusiastic clapping, interrupted by Perry
White's admonition: "Jimmy, don't
encourage her.  She has a head as big as the
Metrodome" and what did she want anyway,
garlands thrown at her feet?

"No, but I would like a raise," she told him.

"Well, I'd like a 145 foot, triple-masted schooner
with a teak interior but Lois ... times are
tough."  He pulled out his empty pockets.

Lois laughed and went to sit down at her desk.  Clark
didn't seem to be around.  She
walked past his desk and noticed that he'd cleared it
off.  **Probably just Clark's
compulsive neatness,** she thought.

"Lois!  In here," Perry called.  "How's this for our
headline?  'Conspiracy Behind
Messenger Disaster; Prominent Scientists and
Industrialists Indicted.'  Too bad you
weren't able to nail the ultimate perpetrator of the
whole plot, but, as it is, it's at least
Kerth material.  If it's okay with you, I'd like to
put the story in this afternoon's edition."

"Sure Chief, I'll get right on it.  I should have it
written up by noon."

"Take your time, honey.  The story's already been
filed and is down in layout.  We'll keep
your in-depth version for the Sunday edition."

"Already filed.  Who wrote it?  It wasn't Jimmy, was
it?  He's a good photojournalist, but
... "

"No, Kent wrote it up last night and LAN'ed it in.
It's good honey.  It'll do you proud."

But Lois wasn't listening.   She hadn't heard another
word after he told her that Clark
wrote it up.  **Just like Claude, he's just like
Claude.**

Lois Lane was haunted by the memory of Claude.
Claude, he was French, and he'd
stolen her story.  Lois was young and inexperienced
and had just moved out of
Metropolis University housing into an apartment of
her own.  After a whirlwind romance
that was the talk of the newsroom
(Perry tried to warn her to be careful, but she was
in love) she threw caution to the winds
and she and Claude made love almost every night for a
month while Claude whispered
promises of undying love.

It was heaven until one night when an excited Lois
Lane told her lover about a story she
was working on.  In the morning she woke up alone.
Claude was gone and so was her
story.

When she arrived at the Daily Planet, she found that
Claude had filed the story without
even thanking her for her input.  Angrily, she
confronted him only to be laughed at.   He'd
told everyone at the newspaper that they'd been
lovers and when he tried to break it off,
she tried to steal *his* story.

The next few weeks were among the most miserable of
Lois's life.  Unable to counter
Claude's accusations, she endured knowing looks and
sneers from people in the
newsroom most of whom refused to believe that so
young a reporter could have
uncovered the diabolical plot.  It had to have been
Claude.  Some staff people even
suggested that the young intern be fired for trying
to steal Claude's story.

Perry White didn't trust Claude and he spoke up for
Lois.  He couldn't prove anything nor
could he stop the suspicious glances turned Lois's
way, but he did save her job.   He told
Claude privately of his suppositions and suggested it
would be best for all concerned if
Claude looked for another job.  Lois never knew about
that however.  Six months later,
Claude received the Phillips award for investigative
journalism and moved back to
France.

All Lois could think now was that it was happening to
her all over again.  "I-I don't feel
so good, Perry.  I'd like to go home," she told her
boss.

"Honey, don't you want to wait until your partner
comes in?"

That was the last straw.  "Clark Kent is not my
partner," she shouted at her astonished
editor.  "I don't need a partner.  I work alone. I
never had one before and I don't intend to
start now."

"Lois, I thought you and Clark ...."   His voice
trailed off at the hard look on Lois's face.
"Well, if that's the way you want it ...."

"It is."

Sighing, Perry told her to take all the time she
needed.  It had been a long investigation
and he figured she'd need a little time before
starting her next assignment.  But Lois was
convinced he was trying to console her over the loss
of yet another story.  "I-I'll be in
later to finish the write up.  I just need a little
time to unwind."  And with that, she
practically fled the newsroom.

Continued in part 2/5
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Summary: This story takes place a couple of weeks
after the premier.  It is not so much a Superman
story, as a Lois and Clark story.  It concerns the
relationship between a mistrusting Lois Lane and the
new reporter who told her 'you can trust me, Lois,'
and the effect that mistrust might have had on their
relationship at this early stage.  The story is
ultimately about learning to trust again even after
you've been badly hurt.

Just like Claude

By Daydreamer80

Part 2 of 5

When Clark arrived at work, he looked around eagerly
for Lois.   Her desk had been occupied, he saw, but
there was no Lois Lane.

"Clark!  In here," Perry called from his office.

"Sure Chief," he told his editor, grabbing a
notebook.  **Maybe Lois has already gone out on the
new assignment,** he thought anxious to get on with
it and join her.

Perry's face was serious as he shut the door behind
Clark and began talking.  Clark was at first
bewildered as he listened to his boss - no, his
former boss - go on about money being tight but
eventually the news sank in.   He was being fired.
Lois Lane didn't want him for a partner.

"It's not you, Clark," Perry assured him.   "Lois
just prefers to work alone.  I thought that you and
she ... but I guess not."

Perry had spent the past halfhour arguing with his
superiors to no avail.  When Clark Kent interviewed
for a job at the Planet, he'd had to turn the
promising young man down because there was a hiring
freeze in effect.  But he'd noticed the look on
Clark's face as he introduced Lois Lane to Clark
Kent.

When Kent came back the next day with the well-
written piece about the razing of the old Bernhardt
Theatre on 42nd Street, Perry White looked at Lois
and made a decision.
"Clark Kent, welcome to the Daily Planet," he said,
after spouting some nonsense about appreciating
initiative.  But the real reason he hired Kent was
because of Lois Lane.

Lois had been hurt badly before and Perry felt it was
time for her to start trusting again. She needed
someone who could thaw out her frozen heart and
needed a partner at work, too, someone she could
depend on.  Perry had a feeling that Clark Kent could
be that someone for Lois.

Of course, Perry's action didn't go over well with
his superiors until he pointed out that Kent would be
working with Lois Lane.  That was different.  Lois
Lane brought in stories that boosted circulation; if
she wanted someone to work with her, then, of course,
they approved.  The Vice President in charge of
circulation asked suspiciously: "Are you sure Lane
will work with him?  I heard she always works alone."

"Absolutely," Perry lied.  They agreed to approve the
hiring of Clark Kent for a one-month trial.  Perry,
however, did not tell Clark his position was only
temporary as he waited impatiently for a chance to
force the two of them to work together.  It came when
Lois needed a partner to investigate Dr. Samuel
Platt's allegations about the sabotage of the
Messenger.

"Take Kent, he's a good man," he told Lois after
turning down all her other suggestions.

"Kent's a hack from Smallville.  I couldn't make up
that name."   But Perry insisted and Lois agreed, but
not without having the last word.  "Don't ever say I
am not a team player."

The rest he'd thought had been history.  The two
seemed to be working out together and when he saw the
great exclusive Kent had filed yesterday, he was sure
he'd been right. **You should stay out of the
matchmaking business.  You can't even get two people
to be partners, much less friends,** he thought
sourly.    **I wonder if it's her infatuation with
this Superman.  Can't she see that Clark's perfect
for her and he's attainable,** Perry thought as he
watched the young man's face fall.

But Lois was his chief investigative reporter, for
all intents and purposes a department head, and if
she didn't want Kent he couldn't very well force her
to take him.  **She's just not a team player, I
guess.**

"I'm sorry, son.  I just don't have anything for
you," he finished sadly.  "Your byline will go on the
story with Lois's, Kent.  That should help you get a
job on just about any newspaper in the world."

"Thanks, Mr. White, but I'd rather not be mentioned.
The story is Lois's, not mine.  I was just the means
she used to get the goods on those involved in the
conspiracy."  He couldn't help the bitterness that
crept into his voice.

"Okay, son.  Whatever you want.  I can get you two
weeks severance pay, if you want it."

Clark really didn't but he figured he's better take
it.  At least he could pay his dad back for some of
the money Johnathan Kent had sent Clark to tide him
over until he was settled in his new job.   "Thank
you, Mr. White.  I'll see to it that the Planet gets
the money back some day."

He stood up and held out his hand. "Thank you for
givin' me the opportunity to work for the Daily
Planet.  Goodbye then."

"Goodbye to you, too, Kent."  Perry tried to smile
but it came out sickly.  He looked at his hand after
Clark left the office.  **What a grip that boy has,**
he thought for the second time in a month.

Continued in part 3/5
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I recognized all but one of these, but I had to look on the archive for
names and titles.

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> Extract 1:
Mostly what she
> remembered were the times when, as a little girl hugging her
> teddy bear to ward off the monsters under the bed, her daddy
> would come to tuck her in and calm her fears and hold her so
> she would feel safe. Somehow, in Clark's arms, she felt that
> security again.

Margaret Brignell's "Clark...Who?"  I love this scene.

>
> Extract 2:
>         He shrugged. "I get the feeling she was suspicious of
> me on sight. It's almost as if she's waiting for me to do
> something. Expecting me to do something. It's unnerving."

"In The Beginning" by BBMedos.

>
>
> Extract 3:
> What had begun as a serious
> interview had quickly switched gears. He had gotten into the head
> of his Superman creation who, to his surprise, suddenly seemed to
> have a mind of his own when he no longer placidly answering Clark's
> questions.

"Under the Cape: An In-Depth Interview With..." by Leigh Raglan, an
interesting story, which is both a funny piece and a thinking piece.

>
>
> Extract 4:
>         Taken aback, Clark stared at her. "I didn't smirk!"
>         "You did so!"

I don't recognize this one.

>
>
> Extract 5:
>         If she didn't know better she would call it
> a smirk, like a boy getting away with something.  "Superman, what are you
> doing?"
>         Her tone caught him off guard.  "Uh, nothing.  I just wanted to
see
> you."

CCMalo's "Strange Visitors".  A great 'early' story.

>
>
> Extract 6:
>         I whirl around and see him standing there. He came. He hasn't
> forgotten me. I smile.
>         "Clark! Hey, what are you doing here? Why aren't you with
> your family?"
>         He runs down the small hill and sits down next to me in the
> sand. "I don't remember my folks, remember? Besides, they're not here.
> I've tried calling them but the lines are dead. I guess they wouldn't
> have gotten a flight out of Kansas anyway."

This is a beautiful, sad, piece by Chris H., "Before Night Falls".

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Summary: This story takes place a couple of weeks
after the premier.  It is not so much a Superman
story, as a Lois and Clark story.  It concerns the
relationship between a mistrusting Lois Lane and the
new reporter who told her 'you can trust me, Lois,'
and the effect that mistrust might have had on their
relationship at this early stage.  The story is
ultimately about learning to trust again even after
you've been badly hurt.

Just like Claude

By Daydreamer80

Part 3 of 5

Lois went back to her apartment and cried herself to
sleep.  She woke a little after noon.  It wouldn't do
to be here when Lucy got home from classes.  Her
sister would know immediately that something had
happened.   She dressed hastily, splashed water on
her face, and returned to the Daily Planet.  As she
parked the jeep in the Planet's parking garage in her
designated spot, she tried to fortify herself for the
ordeal she was sure awaited her now that her story
was out under Clark Kent's byline.

**Guess I'd better see how he wrote up our story,**
she thought, picking up the afternoon edition of the
Planet in the lobby.  Quickly scanning the text, she
was forced to admit grudgingly that Clark was a much
better writer than Claude had been.  **A better story
stealer too.  He didn't even have to endure a
passionate affair with me to get it.**

Suddenly she wondered if he'd lie about that to his
peers at the newspaper as well.  She snapped out of
her depression thinking, **not this time,** as she
threw the paper in a nearby trash can and headed for
the elevator.

Joe Wilson from accounting got on the elevator with
her.  "Hey, Lois. Congratulations on that great story
on the Messenger explosion.  You really pulled it
off."

"*What story?*"

"The one that just came out in the afternoon Planet
about how Dr. Baines and the rest were behind the
destruction of the Messenger and the attempted
sabotage of the space shuttle Prometheus.  You saved
Dr. Samuel Platt's reputation, too.  That sidebar on
Platt's wife and his daughter, Amy, was amazing, warm
and touching.   I didn't know you could write that
kind of touchy-feely stuff."

The elevator had reached the newsroom's floor.  As
Lois stepped off it, she grabbed another copy of the
Planet from the stack that was always there for staff
and this time looked closely at the headline.

     Conspiracy Behind Messenger Disaster
Prominent Scientists and Industrialists Indicted
     Exclusive report by Lois Lane

Her byline was proclaimed in bold type.   No mention
of Clark Kent was to be found anywhere in the story,
not even on the sidebar that she knew had been
entirely his contribution.

She went over and checked Clark's desk and was
dismayed to see that it was empty of papers and the
computer was gone too.   **Maybe Perry just forced
him to give back the story,** she told herself,
pushing aside the thought that she'd made a mistake.

She had to be sure, so she marched over to Perry's
office and asked, "Chief, where's Clark?"

"He's gone, honey."

Lois got an unfamiliar sinking feeling in the pit of
her stomach.  **I won't miss him. He's just like all
the rest,** she reminded herself.

Perry peered intently at his star reporter.   "I had
to let Kent go.  There're no other openings and, like
I told you - money is tight."   With a sudden flash
of insight, he thought he might know what the problem
had been.

Probing, he continued.  "I told Kent he should let
the byline on today's feature stay the way he sent it
to me, that it'd help him to get another job.  But he
asked me to take his name off of it."

"Perry ... how did the byline originally read?" Lois
asked in a strangled voice.

**Bingo,** Perry thought.  "Oh just what you'd
expect, honey; 'Exclusive by Lois Lane, with
assistance from Clark Kent,' the latter in much
smaller type of course.  After all *you* are the senior
investigative reporter."

This time it was Lois Lane's face that fell.  Perry
didn't want to upset Lois, but he knew she had to
understand exactly what she'd done.   In effect,
she'd 'stolen' Clark's first story for the Daily
Planet, even if it had only been part of a joint
effort.   "Clark did help with the story," he
reminded her:  "He was entitled to the credit."

Lois winced.

Perry had nothing more to say.  Lois knew what she'd
done.  She even had tears in her eyes and Perry knew
no matter what happened in the future, a little crack
had appeared in Lois Lane's impenetrable shell.

"Th-thanks Chief," Lois said as she went back to her
desk.

She noticed Jimmy looking at her suspiciously.

Perry had asked Jimmy to put the computer on Clark's
desk back into storage.  When the grapevine surged
with the gossip that Kent had been fired even before
Clark had handed in his press pass, he'd asked Perry
what had happened.  He only received confirmation
that Clark was leaving the Daily Planet along with
the admonition not to listen to idle gossip.

He still wondered if Lois had anything to do with it,
but she was not in the newsroom to ask.  When the
afternoon edition came out an hour earlier, Jimmy,
who knew the investigation had been a joint effort,
was even more upset with Lois, who until now could do
no wrong in his eyes.

Cat, of course, had been convinced that Lois was at
fault.  "Little Miss Star Reporter can't stand the
thought of someone else being in the limelight around
here," she sniped.

Jimmy, following Perry's advice, refused to be pulled
into the speculation, but the bulk of the newsroom
staff seemed to agree with Cat.  The consensus was
that if Lois Lane didn't want to work with a great
guy like Clark Kent, none of them wanted to work with
her.

For the next hour, Lois was treated to icy stares
instead of the usual newsroom
camaraderie.  She could have endured it if she'd been
in the right, but now that she knew Clark had not
stolen her story, she felt even worse than she had
earlier.  Close to two, she checked her e-mail and
found a message from Clark.

"Lois,

I just wanted to say goodbye and to thank you for all
your help.  You really taught me a lot this past
month.   I'll miss working with such a great
reporter.

Your friend,
Clark"

Lois got up and, once more, went into Perry's office.

"Perry, how tight is money?  Is there a chance the
decision to let Clark go could be reversed," she
asked.

"As far as the Daily Planet is concerned, it's your
call, honey.  If you want Kent on the staff, as a
full partner or just an occasional one, we'll keep
him.   Otherwise, he goes.  I'm just not sure
anything can be done to persuade Clark to come back
now.   He sounded bitter," he told her gently.

Lois was silent for a minute; then her face took on a
determined look.   "Tell Jimmy to put that computer
back on Clark's desk, Chief.   I've got to go," she
said running out.  She grabbed her coat and purse and
started down the back staircase, in too much of a
hurry to wait for the slow elevator.

Perry smiled and picked up the phone to Personnel.
"Doris, send down Kent's press pass and the rest of
his stuff, will you?  And Doris, I don't want a word
of this to reach the Planet's grapevine.
Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Doris promised.  She was disappointed,
but had to comply.   Doris's job often depended on
her ability to keep things confidential, so Mr.
White's request was not unusual.  And he could, she
knew, make her job at the Planet of very short
duration.

She placed the requested items in a plain envelope
addressed to "Perry White, Editor, Daily Planet,"
then called Pete in the mailroom.   She repeated
Perry White's warning to him and he nodded.  A long
time Daily Planet employee, Pete could be trusted.

Indeed no new rumors surfaced, although eyebrows were
raised when Jimmy placed the computer back on Clark's
desk.  "Jimmy, do you know something that I don't?"
Cat asked seductively.   Sweating, he denied -
truthfully, he told himself - having any idea why Mr.
White had ordered first the removal, and now the
replacement of the machine.  Cat concluded,
especially since nothing else was placed on the desk,
that Perry decided the staff needed a spare computer
desk.

"He probably had it wiped clean of poor Clark's
stuff," she told her eager listeners as she continued
to bad-mouth Lois.  Cat was upset that she would be
unable to make any further plays for the new "tight
end."  She'd already asked Clark Kent out twice, two
more times than she had to ask any man before, and
was enjoying the challenge.  She really liked Kent
too even if he'd ducked her advances.  **He was
probably too busy working with Lois all month.** That
thought made her even madder, so she - a 'gossip
professional' as she liked to refer to herself -
proceeded to fuel the rumor mills.

Continued in part 4/5
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oops, I took out the spoiler space...
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>from Pam:
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> a
> c
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>
> > Extract 5:
> >         Superman spotted Lois just as she was coming out of the Senior
> > Professional Women's Residence, a puzzled look on her face.  He swooped
> > down and landed in front of her, his arms crossed, looking at her very
> > carefully as though he were inspecting her, and then he grinned.
>
> Strange Visitor, by CC Malo (??)  This is the future-Clark revisiting
> young Lois :)
>
Correct me if I'm wrong, Carol, but I thought it was Lois and Clark's
grandson Jimmy visiting the younger Lois.

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Summary: This story takes place a couple of weeks
after the premier.  It is not so much a Superman
story, as a Lois and Clark story.  It concerns the
relationship between a mistrusting Lois Lane and the
new reporter who told her 'you can trust me, Lois,'
and the effect that mistrust might have had on their
relationship at this early stage.  The story is
ultimately about learning to trust again even after
you've been badly hurt.

Just like Claude

By Daydreamer80

Part 4 of 5

Lois whistled for a taxi and told the driver: "Hotel
Apollo and step on it."

At first she knocked politely on the door of Clark's
furnished room, but when she got no response, she
started banging loudly.  **Please be there, Clark,**
she pleaded.  Just as she was about to give up, the
door opened.

"You'd better come in before everyone in the building
comes to see what the noise is all about," Clark told
her coldly.

The place looked even barer than it had the last time
she'd seen it.  The bed had been stripped and the few
personal items Clark had around were now packed away.
Not certain how to start, Lois sat down on the cheap
sofa and stared at the floor.  Clark sat down next to
her, making no move to approach her as he became lost
in his own thoughts.

SSSSSSSSSSS

Clark had arrived back at his room an hour earlier.
He packed up his meager belongings, and was about to
call his parents and tell them the news.  Then he
remembered that he'd inquired about an apartment on
Clinton Street and thought: **I'd better call the
landlord and tell him I won't be staying in
Metropolis after all.**

Instead of doing either of those, he sat down on the
sofa, his mind whirling with questions.  **What went
wrong?** he wondered, confused.  He'd been sure he
and Lois were getting along well.  He had made that
nasty crack about how far was she willing to go to
get a story when she turned down his offer to have
dinner together, but he figured she'd gotten over it.

When they were tied up in the EPRAD hanger, she'd
actually confided in him.  "You can trust me," he
told her.  He hadn't uttered a word to anyone -
anyone, not even his folks - about what she had
confided concerning Claude.  No one, he was certain,
could have deduced what had been said from anything
he said.

Maybe she wasn't as impressed with him as she seemed
to be with the man in the red, blue and yellow suit,
but he thought they worked well together on the
Messenger investigation.  She seemed to value his
comforting hug when they found Dr. Platt's body and
to appreciate his help in finding Dr. Baines's secret
files with the names of most of her coconspirators.
Clark suspected one name had been missing - he
thought he knew whose name that was - but together
they'd identified the other major players left alive
who'd been responsible for the deaths of Dr. Platt,
Commander Latimen, and the others.

Clark used his x-ray vision, but of course Lois
didn't know about that - or did she?  Could she have
guessed that he and the man in the suit were one and
the same?  Was that why she told Perry she didn't
want a partner?

He found that hard to believe.  She'd probably have
been elated.  Lord knows she seemed much more
attracted to Superman than she'd been to Clark Kent.
One thing was certain; she couldn't know anything
about that.

**So why are you so upset about being fired, Kent?
Doesn't it make more sense for you to ... oh move to
France where you won't have to interact with Lois and
your secret will be safe?**  But he knew no matter
what the risks, he wanted to be near her, to work
with her, to see her every day.  **You've got it bad,
Kent.**

SSSSSSSSSS

Lois didn't seem to be forthcoming, so Clark finally
said, "Lois, if you came here to tell me something, I
wish you'd get on with it.   The last bus for Kansas
leaves in less than two hours and I need to be on
it."   He was mortified when his voice cracked
harshly on that last part.

Lois's head came up at that sound and she finally
spoke.  "Clark, do you have to leave?"

"What choice do I have, Lois?   What choice did you
leave me?   Everyone at the Planet knows Perry fired
me."

Lois heard the bitterness that Perry had told her
about and her heart sank.

"Most of the people in the newsroom, Cat, Jimmy,
Eduardo, Diane, none of them blame you.  And Perry
wouldn't give them a reason for your leaving," she
assured him.

Clark knew that, but it didn't matter.   "What
difference does that make, Lois?  Sooner or later,
they'll start to wonder if I was fired for cause and,
if no one gives them a reason, someone will make one
up.   You know how that works," he finished, getting
up and walking over to the other side of the room.

"Lois," he whispered, "I don't care what anyone else
thinks, I only care about what you think.   I-I'm
sorry.   What did I do?  Please, I have to know."

In an equally low voice, Lois responded, "Clark, you
didn't do anything."

His face communicating his shame, Clark told her,
"Perry told me he had to fire me because you ...
don't want to ... to work with me anymore.   There
has to be a reason.  I've been racking my brain for
over an hour trying to think of what I said or did to
offend you and I can't.    Please, won't you just
tell me?"

Lois knew she'd hurt him deeply and tears filled her
eyes.   She had to confess. "I thought you'd stolen
my ... our story.   When Perry told me you already
filed it, I thought you were gonna ... take the
credit, put it under your byline, you see."

"Why would you think I'd do something like that?"
Clark asked clearly upset.   "I told you that you can
trust me.   Have I ever betrayed that confidence?
You *know* I would never do anything like that."

**Not like Claude,** she thought.  **He's not like
Claude.**  A single tear escaped and ran down Lois's
cheek as she patted the sofa seat next to her.
"Clark, please come over here and sit."

He did as she requested, but perched stiffly at the
far end of the sofa.   That wasn't very far away, the
sofa being rather small, more of a loveseat in fact.
**How ironic,** Lois thought.

Taking a deep breath, she began.  "I'm gonna tell you
the whole story, not the one Claude told everyone at
the Daily Planet, not even the one that Perry White
knows, but the full story of me and my relationship
with Claude."

She told him how happy she'd been, those months when
Claude "courted her."  She'd at last found someone to
share her love of the newspaper business with,
especially the excitement and, yes, the danger of
investigating crime and corruption.

She'd been reluctant at first to get involved with
anyone.  "All my ... my previous relationships had
been federal disasters," she admitted with a mocking
smile.   But gradually, Claude had broken down her
barriers and she'd given her heart and, she blushed,
her body to him.

"It was wonderful, Clark, he was so wonderful.  He
told me he'd never really been in love before.  He
said we shouldn't care about any previous affairs
because for us it was new, the 'first time.'  I was
so happy; I would have given up my career, the Daily
Planet, my friends, all for him.

Jimmy, Perry, Cat, none of them trusted Claude, and
they tried to warn me, but I knew better.  I was the
only one who really understood Claude.   Then came
the night that I told him about my story."  She
halted her narrative, looking thoroughly miserable.

Clark wanted so badly to take her in his arms and
soothe her but he knew it was too early in their
relationship.  She might be ready to confide in him
this time under a stressful situation of her own
making, but if he made the slightest movement that
could be construed as coming on to her, her barriers
would slam down and she would retreat into the depths
of the dungeon behind them.   So he only said softly:
"Go on, I'm listening."

"We were alone in my apartment after having had
dinner at an elegant restaurant, French of course.
Claude started talking about how proud he was to be
working for the Daily Planet.  'It's one of the
world's great newspapers,' he told me.   'Too bad it
doesn't have much of a chance to garner any industry
awards in the investigative journalism area this
year.   There just doesn't seem to be much going on
in Metropolis, right now.'

I was so proud that I could assure him that was about
to change.   I told him about my investigation of
safety violations covered up to save maintenance
money at Metropolis Power and Light's nuclear
generating plant.  'It's a disaster in the making but
I'm gonna stop it,' I assured him.  'I have all the
evidence I need to write an expose for tomorrow's
Daily Planet and I'm gonna file it first thing in the
morning.'

'Ma petite, let's celebrate,' he said in that
wonderful French accent that I love ... loved.  He
opened a bottle of sparkling red wine he'd given me a
few weeks earlier.  He said he'd been saving it for
just such an occasion.  After a wonderful, giddy
evening, during which we laughed and made love and I
drank way too many glasses of wine, I fell asleep in
his arms contented and happy.

Well, I already told you what happened in the
morning.  He even ransacked the apartment and stole
my evidence while I slept.  Claude filed the story
and won an award for it."

She couldn't go on for a while.   Finally, she took a
deep breath and imparted the most humiliating aspect
of the entire episode.  "The worse part was when he
told everyone at the newspaper that he'd been in love
with me, but he had to ... to break it off when I
demanded a joint byline on his story in exchange for
continued sexual favors.

He ... he told me that if I persisted in my
'allegation,' as he termed it, that the story was
mine, he'd tell everyone that, when I confronted him
about it at the Planet, it was really to beg him to
take me back.   'They'll believe me,' he insisted,
sneering."   After a full minute of silence she
moaned, "none of it was true, Clark."

"I know it, Lois," Clark told her and Lois could tell
he accepted what she said as the truth without
question and was content.

"I was so stupid."

"I guess when you're in love it doesn't matter how
smart you are or how many rules you set for yourself,
you're still vulnerable."

"Everyone at the Daily Planet, everyone believed him,
Clark.  For weeks I was sure I was gonna be fired."
She stopped horrified, realizing she'd just gotten
Clark fired and he was no more guilty than she'd
been.

All Clark said was: "I don't think everyone at the
Planet believed Claude even then and I know none of
them believe what he said was true anymore."

"Clark, I sometimes ... do things ... like jump into
the pool without checking the water level first.
But Clark, it's the only way I know how to do it ...
how to get the job done, to get the respect that I
want, that I deserve."

"Lois, everyone at the Daily Planet thinks you're
just about the best reporter they've ever seen.
Perry told me that the day I interviewed.   And for
what it's worth coming from a hack from
Nowheresville, I think you're pretty terrific, too."

"Oh, Clark, I'm sorry," she said tearfully.   "Please
come back.   Perry says you can have your job back if
... if I approve.   It's not fair, I know, but ... "

Greatly daring, he took her in his arms and, putting
all the sympathy he could in his voice, he said:
"Shhh, we can fix this."   Lifting her chin, he
looked her straight in the eyes and added hesitantly:
"If ... if you really want me to come back, that is."

"Oh, yes, I want my partner back," she assured him,
an enchanting smile spreading over her face like
sunshine in the early morning.  Clark wanted nothing
more than to bask in that glow forever but the smile
disappeared as swiftly as it had come.

Lois tapped his arm affectionately and said: "Let's
go in right now.  We still have time before Perry
leaves.   Hurry and get dressed and bring your box of
personal items for your desk," she told him, pulling
herself out of his embrace.

Pretending not to be hurt, Clark sighed inwardly.
**Oh Lois, how I want to be more than just your
partner.**  But he knew better than to try to make
her do something she wasn't ready for yet.

As they were about to leave the apartment, Lois
turned to Clark and said: "If you ever breathe a word
about anything I told you in here, I will deny it and
I ... "

"Lois," he told her solemnly, "you can trust me."

He expected her to say something similar to what
she'd said after she confided that she'd broken every
one of her three rules: "Right, I've heard that one
before."  Instead she just said softly, "I know," as
they walked out the door together.

Concluded in part 5/5
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Summary: This story takes place a couple of weeks
after the premier.  It is not so much a Superman
story, as a Lois and Clark story.  It concerns the
relationship between a mistrusting Lois Lane and the
new reporter who told her 'you can trust me, Lois,'
and the effect that mistrust might have had on their
relationship at this early stage.  The story is
ultimately about learning to trust again even after
you've been badly hurt.

Just like Claude

By Daydreamer80

Part 5 of 5

As Lois and Clark walked across the Daily Planet's
lobby to the elevators, everyone who saw them stopped
and stared.   Some of them favored Clark with a warm
smile, but all of them regarded Lois with open
hostility.   Lois's expression didn't change but
Clark knew she'd been affected.  His super hearing
told him that her heartbeat had increased and her
respiration was erratic.

The up elevator was empty this late in the afternoon,
most people going, not coming, so Clark pulled out
the stop button as soon as the door closed.   Her
face pale, her voice shaky, Lois asked him: "So what
do you want me to tell them when we get to the
newsroom, Clark?"

"Nothing.  Not one of them is entitled to an
explanation."

"But Clark, like you said, if they don't get a
reason, someone will make one up.   I-I can't let
that happen, I can't let everyone think that Perry
fired you."

**My Lois,** Clark thought: **How can everyone fail
to see what a warm, caring person you really are?
It wasn't me that everyone in the lobby looked
daggers at, it was you.  But it's me you're worried
about.**

"Don't worry, Lois, they won't.  With both of us
still working for the Daily Planet, the rumors will
become just rumors.   Perry won't say anything either
and before long the gossip will die out and everyone
will forget about today.  You'll see."  He grinned
and continued: "Besides I plan on working at the
Planet for a long time."

"No moving to France for you?" Lois asked, a
tentative smile forming.

"Nope.   I've still got a lot to learn about being a
reporter and who better to learn from than the
youngest reporter to win three consecutive Kerths."

"Oh, you looked that up, did you?"

"Uh huh.   I want to be your partner and share the
excitement and the danger of
investigating crime and corruption ... sometimes."

"Maybe you will ... sometimes," Lois returned softly.

Clark bent his head to give her a friendly peck on
the forehead, but Lois turned her face up and planted
her mouth against his descending lips.  After a
fleeting moment during which the kiss set Clark on
fire, Lois broke it off, turned away and started the
elevator on its way again.

Clark was afraid Lois would be upset at losing
control, but when they arrived at the newsroom, she
squeezed his hand and whispered: "Let's go, partner."
She transferred her grip to Clark's tie and pulled
him after her down the ramp, her expression daring
anyone to comment.

Everyone at the Daily Planet knew better than to
cross "Mad Dog Lane," so after a brief pause, they
decided they had more important things to attend to
and scattered.  Lois was relieved to see Clark's
computer back on his desk and couldn't help but
smile.

Jimmy, who been watching them closely, wanted to
cheer, but knew Lois wouldn't
approve of that action this time.   He had no idea
what had taken place today but, with Clark back, he
didn't care and he doubted anyone else would either.
He just grinned at them both.

Cat was simply relieved to have Clark back and
determined to get him alone at her apartment.
**Soon,** she promised herself.  Perry, who'd come
out of his office at the sudden, unexpected silence
in the newsroom, sent Lois a look of inquiry and,
when she nodded affirmatively, walked over and
slipped Clark his press pass.

Lois told Clark to put his personal stuff back and he
set about organizing his desk without a word to his
puzzled colleagues.   She went to her desk and
quickly wrote up the in-depth story she'd promised
Perry that morning.

"Clark, come over here and check my copy."

"Looks okay," he told her after scanning the text,
then he saw the byline and did a double take.   "By
Lois Lane and Clark Kent," he whispered: "Lois, you
didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did.  But don't get any ideas Kent, this will
probably never happen again," she told him decisively
as she LAN'ed the completed copy to Perry.

Clark had noticed the soft smile playing along the
edges of Lois's mouth and he thought: **I think it's
going happen more often than you think, Lois.  Lane
and Kent, the hottest team in town,** he thought
dreamily after returning to his desk.

"Lois, come into my office for a minute," Perry
called.   "I see you included Clark's name in the
byline.  So does this mean you two are partners
again?" Perry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Only when you want us to work together, Chief."

"I see, so ... " he began, but the phone rang
interrupting their conversation and Perry picked it
up.  "There's a gang rumble on the south side I want
you to cover Lois," he told her after he hung up.
"Take Kent ... unless you're not permanent partners?"

"Well, we're permanent partners, Chief," she
acknowledged, "just not permanent,
permanent partners ... yet."

"Well, take your partner, honey, however much of a
one he is.  You're gonna need
backup for this one."

"Right, Chief," she told him, running out.  As she
passed Clark, who was standing in front of his desk,
she tapped him on the shoulder and said: "Let's hit
it."

"Can I ask you where we're going?" he responded,
grabbing a notepad.

"Rumble on the south side," she told him leading the
way to the elevator.  "And let's get something
straight.  I did not work my buns off to become an
investigative reporter for the Daily Planet just to
baby sit some hack from Nowheresville.  You are not
working with me; you're working for me.  I ask the
questions.  I call the shots.  You are low man; I am
top banana.  And that's the way I like it,
Comprende?"

"You like to be on top.  Got it."

Halting, she turned toward him.  "Don't push me Kent.
You are way out of your league."

When they were in the elevator and Lois turned to
face forward, Clark's face broke into a satisfied
smile.   Lois was her ... complicated ... self again,
domineering, uncompromising, pigheaded ... brilliant,
and he was relieved.  He didn't want to change her;
he loved her just the way she was.

He would give her time, time to get to know him for
who he really was. **She may not know it, but she's
gonna marry me.  It's just gonna take time,** he
thought happily.  And however long it took, he would
have the memory of that brief kiss in the elevator to
comfort him so he could wait, he could wait as long
as she needed.  After all, he was a *very patient* man.

Perry saw that smile before the elevator door closed.
**I was right.  Those two belong together.  Clark's
right for Lois and he'll make her see it.**  It
wouldn't be tomorrow. Lois had been hurt too badly,
and then there was that new guy, Superman, that she
seemed infatuated with.  There was a bumpy road ahead
of them full of twists and turns, but he was sure
that in the end Clark Kent would prevail.

**It's been a long day and it's time I went home,**
he decided, as he picked up the phone and called
Alice.

THE END
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Please don't stop.  Maybe just a bit more time between quizzes?  I don't
always play and am a really, really poor player but I really like them.
This
one, for example, I only vaugly recall the last one in the set, but the
theme
is great and I want to read all of them.  The fact that I can't get the
'answers' doesn't stop me from wanting to 1) try and 2) wait for the answers
so I can read a new or a previously read fanfiction that intrigues me
because
of an excerpt.

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At 03:07 AM 8/13/99 -0500, Hazel wrote:
>I find it highly intriguing that half these stories were written by men. No
>offense to the distaff ;), but the majority of fanfic authors *are* women.
>I wouldn't dismiss this as a "fanboy" phenomenon, either, as only three of
>the stories actually cross with a comic book character -- and, as Diyan
>pointed out in her post, "Batman" could technically be crossed with a
>movie, rather than a comic, reducing the comic phenomenon to two. Does
>anyone have a profoundly philosophical explanation for this?

Not profound or philosophical, Hazel, but I've discovered that most
crossover stories tend to be more A-plot intensive than the vignettes and
B-plot based stories that most of the women in FoLCdom prefer to write.  For
whatever reason, more men seem to prefer to write stories with A-plots
(although a few of us women prefer it also :), so it seems natural to me
that they would write more of the crossovers.

Sheila

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Nice story Wendy. Now if you can just get DC to acknowledge that if a man
can
fly, he can probably procreate too, we might really get somewhere.

Nah, that'll probably take another 50 years.  In the meantime, we'll get
imaginary stories or as they are now called elsewords stories. (i.e. the
upcoming Son of Superman)

Charlotte
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On Fri, 13 Aug 1999 09:51:45 EDT "Ann E. McBride" <Aerm1@AOL.COM>
wrote:
>
> Now I'm really curious!  Last summer while traveling in Scotland with my
> children, I caught them watching some pretty steamy stuff on TV.  Having
> already spent a lot of time in France over the years, I wasn't shocked or
> even surprised -- just assumed it was typical European TV fare.  Should I
> reassess my original thought and figure that it was NOT on BBC but some
cable
> channel?  I had no idea that censorship on TV existed on your side of the
> pond when it came to consensual, sensual relationships.

Well, first of all, what you saw may not have been on the BBC! But
the thing about L&C is that the BBC decided that it was a kid's
programme and put it on in an early evening slot - a start
time of anything between 6 pm and 6.45 pm on Saturday evenings.
Repeats were shown at 8.45 am on Saturdays, or in the school summer
holidays. As such, any reference to an adult relationship got
snipped.

I'm only learning just how much got cut now, and it's beginning to
make me reassess my view that I didn't care as much for the programme
once it got to Season 4. With all the real romantic/relationship
stuff cut out, it's no wonder I didn't think the writers developed
them as a couple!

On British TV there is something known as a 'watershed'; it means
that more 'adult' stuff can get shown after 9pm, and up until then
things can get progressively more adult in theme anyway. So yes, you
would get nudity on British TV, but later. There is also a division
between the two 'popular' terrestrial channels (BBC1 and ITV) and the
'minority' ones (BBC2 and Channel 4). You'll tend to get more adult
stuff on the latter two - less likely to get complaints since these
channels are expected to cater for minority interests. Hence earlier
this year Channel 4 showed a drama series called Queer as Folk,
about the lives and lifestyles of a group of young men, friends, who
also happened to be gay. That would never have made it onto the two
'mainstream' channels.

That's probably more than you want to know about British TV, Anne -
and I've not even touched on cable or Sky!

Wendy
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On Fri, 13 Aug 1999 09:21:27 -0500 Diyan <zimri@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:

> I recognized all but one of these, but I had to look on the archive for
> names and titles.

Hi Diyan!

This must have crossed with me sending out the answers, but consider
yourself as having scored five out of six. A late contender for
second place!

Wendy
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Charlotte,

This was a very enchanting story!

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I do like the way you've added details to Lois's romance with Claude.
You've made the whole thing seem extremely plausible, and as far as I
can see, covered all the bases with what could have happened between
them.  I am working on a fanfic that involves Lois's past with Claude
and would dearly love to adopt this scenario as to what happened
between them.  Please let me know if that's okay.

I don't have anything other than praise for your story itself.  I would
like to suggest however, that you don't need to include a story summary
at the start of each section of the story.  I found it a bit
distracting as it interrupted the flow of my reading.

Once again, Charlotte, this was well done.  Thanks for sharing.

Irene
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Ummmm.... Charlotte, where are parts 4 and 5???

You can't keep us waiting like this!

Wendy
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Apologies to everyone else, and to List Mom ;)

I wanted to email you privately about something, Hazel, but I deleted
the email which had your address on it!!

Can you mail me, please?

Thanks.

Wendy

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Wendy,
Loved this title!! This was a great story and it conjured up an 'old'
superman.  I never wanted Lois close to
Superman when I was growing up, but now--------well it's different.

Eunuch indeed?   LOL

Brenda
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Wendy wrote:

>By the way, I've been away from my PC and I've only just seen
>LabRat's email; to clear up the confusion, what I was referring to
>was recent discussions she and I have had about the BBC; we were
>joking about how someone should write an allegorical fic where L&C
>discuss the fact that people disapprove of them having a sexual
>relationship. She challenged me, and this was the result...
>
LOL - I did? You know I don't remember that one at all! But then, (reading
over my personal mail) as it seems that you've forgotten our earlier loiscla
post discussion I guess that makes us even. <g> Either way - great story, as
always!

LabRat :)
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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 13:19:59 EDT
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Wendy,

If you got all parts, just ignore the resend.

Thanks, Charlotte
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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 19:27:28 +0200
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Hi Folcs,
regarding the cuts of L&C that have been made in the UK, I wanted to add
that
protection of the kids is really handled very different in the various
countries
over here in Europe. For example here in Germany Lois&Clark's third and
fourth
season were shown saturday afternoon, a typical "kid-hour" but nothing got
cut here
contrary to the UK where a lot of scenes including the Virtually Destroyed
"bed-scene" for example got cut.

But you can't say that "our" ratings are generally less rigorous than those
in the
UK either, because if you look at "Best Men" for example it was exactly the
other
way round.  "Best Men" in the UK had a PG15 rating and it had a "R" rating
here in
Germany.

To be honest I seem to find no consistancy in the rating-system over here at
all. I
mean, "Pulp-Fiction" gets a PG15 and "Best Men" gets "R"?

What I recognized though is, that in the US there's less rating for
brutality but
higher constrictions for profanity and sex than you'd find here.

take care
Nicole
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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:26:12 CDT
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I complained:
> > I hate be contrary, but this is something that always bugged me anyway.
>I
> > know the show said Wichita is closer,

And Wendy replied:
>It did? In which ep?
>

Oh gosh.  I'm awful with question like that.  Okay, I'll try.

In Tempus Fugitive, I think, Jonathan (or Clark's grandfather, I guess) is
shot and Clark asks where the nearest hospital.  Martha (really, Clark's
grandmother) responds with something like "Wichita, but it's <insert large
number> miles away."  Clark doesn't care, of course, and off he goes.

I'd assume Kansas City would have a hospital too at that time, and since the
Wichita hospital was closer, Smallville must be closer to Wichita.  There I
go, defeating my own arguement. :-)

Jessi
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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:40:34 -0500
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> 9) _Cinderella_ crossover.  The pink/blue/pink/blue? is classic.  I always
> think of _Cinderella_ whenever I see pink/blue?.

> Diyan, like Wendy, did better at recognizing crossovers, getting eight of
> them right, including the Sleeping Beauty one.

Okay, the reason I usually check other replies after writing my own and
before sending it is to avoid making embarrassing mistakes. This time I made
one, but the other replies didn't help. I'm...ah...going to attribute this
mistake to...ah...to the fact that I had just been talking about Paolo
Montalban, the co-star with Brandy in the Disney/Whitney Houston production
of Roger & Hammerstein's _Cinderella_.  I do know the difference between the
Walt Disney animated classics _Sleeping Beauty_ and _Cinderella_, although,
they're both about blondes who were born rich, grew up poor, and married
princes :)

-Diyan
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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 22:06:18 +0200
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Nicole Wolke wrote:

> Hi Folcs,
> regarding the cuts of L&C that have been made in the UK, I wanted to
> add that protection of the kids is really handled very different in
> the various countries over here in Europe. For example here in Germany
> Lois&Clark's third and fourth season were shown saturday afternoon, a
> typical "kid-hour" but nothing got cut here contrary to the UK where a
> lot of scenes including the Virtually Destroyed "bed-scene" for
> example got cut.

I was surprised to find that cut to these scenes. Here in Italy we do
have sort of protection but this series was handled like child free. It
aired on 5 p.m. every day....
Mostly the cut are warned before airing the movie like an advice to
parents to led the children to bed or change channel.
That's all.
At least there are more cruel scenes on a tvNews report than on L&C. So
warning is no needed.
My humble opinion!
--
Tedras
Blue Dragon
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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 15:21:17 -0500
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Jessi stated:
> In Tempus Fugitive, I think, Jonathan (or Clark's grandfather, I guess) is
> shot and Clark asks where the nearest hospital.  Martha (really, Clark's
> grandmother) responds with something like "Wichita, but it's <insert large
> number> miles away."  Clark doesn't care, of course, and off he goes.
>

Actually what she said was: "The nearest hospital is Kansas City. That's
four days ride."
Then Clark picks up Marshall Kent and Miss Martha asks him where he is
going. He replies," I'm taking him to Kansas City."

This is from memory. Those of you with "Tempus Fugitive" on tape might
want to double-check me.
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I complained:
> > I hate be contrary, but this is something that always bugged me
anyway.
>I
> > know the show said Wichita is closer,

And Wendy replied:
>It did? In which ep?
>

Oh gosh.  I'm awful with question like that.  Okay, I'll try.

In Tempus Fugitive, I think, Jonathan (or Clark's grandfather, I guess)
is
shot and Clark asks where the nearest hospital.  Martha (really,
Clark's
grandmother) responds with something like "Wichita, but it's <insert
large
number> miles away."  Clark doesn't care, of course, and off he goes.

I'd assume Kansas City would have a hospital too at that time, and
since the
Wichita hospital was closer, Smallville must be closer to Wichita.
There I
go, defeating my own arguement. :-)

Jessi

**************

I just pulled out that ep to replay it and actually, Clark's "gr gr
grandmother says "Kansas City, but it's 4 days ride from here"
  I would have swore on a stack of Superman Comics that she had said
"Wichita". There must be a Wichita reference somewhere else for several
people to erroneously remember that town.

TerriAnn

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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 16:09:32 -0500
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>From MR. D8A's work email
A days ride back then was about 15 - 20 miles, so 4 days ride would be about
60-80 miles.
A hard days ride would be 25 - 30, so it could be 100 - 125 miles.

Wichita was incorporated in 1870.
Unincorporated towns generally had just a local dentist/doctor/veterinarian
and some rudimentary instruments.

Kansas City was incorporated in 1850.
It probably had a real hospital.

James the digger.  It is amazing what you can get at www.ask.com.

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I complained:
> > I hate be contrary, but this is something that always bugged me
anyway.
>I
> > know the show said Wichita is closer,

And Wendy replied:
>It did? In which ep?
>

Oh gosh.  I'm awful with question like that.  Okay, I'll try.

In Tempus Fugitive, I think, Jonathan (or Clark's grandfather, I guess)
is
shot and Clark asks where the nearest hospital.  Martha (really,
Clark's
grandmother) responds with something like "Wichita, but it's <insert
large
number> miles away."  Clark doesn't care, of course, and off he goes.

I'd assume Kansas City would have a hospital too at that time, and
since the
Wichita hospital was closer, Smallville must be closer to Wichita.
There I
go, defeating my own arguement. :-)

Jessi

**************

I just pulled out that ep to replay it and actually, Clark's "gr gr
grandmother says "Kansas City, but it's 4 days ride from here"
  I would have swore on a stack of Superman Comics that she had said
"Wichita". There must be a Wichita reference somewhere else for several
people to erroneously remember that town.

TerriAnn

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Date:         Fri, 13 Aug 1999 14:59:18 +0100
Reply-To:     Yvonne Connell <yconnell@ukf.net>
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Two bits of news:

1) The clear winner in the title vote was:

Once Upon A Time In Metropolis

This is going to be a bit longwinded to use in subject lines, so we'll
abbreviate it to:

OUATIM

2) We've nearly finished assigning volunteers to characters, but we have a
small hitch which will probably take another couple of days to resolve.
Apologies for the delay.

Regards,
Yvonne

PS The Wrong Trousers came second in the title vote.  I pinched this title
>from Nick Park's award-winning animations, which are very popular in the
UK.
Out of curiosity, is his work familiar to any of you non-UKers?
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My new email address is brendakayearendt@netscape.net
I will be keeping the other one for a while.

Brenda
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Ok  everyone I have a question about the episode "Never On Sunday".  In the
scene where Lois and Clark are talking with Ellen and the wedding
coordinator
Beverly, Ellen touches Clark on the arm, and then points down to what
appears
to be a napkin on the table.  Clark looks at her, and then begins to pick up
whatever it was that she touched him about.  What was going on here?  Did I
miss something, or did she just want to remind him to use his napkin?  All I
could think of was that they were just trying to show how annoying Ellen
really can be!! LOL!!   I'm Lost-someone help!!! :-)

Lori
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In a message dated 8/13/99 6:44:54 PM Eastern Daylight Time, CreoleL@aol.com
writes:

<<  Did I
 miss something, or did she just want to remind him to use his napkin?   >>

I do believe Ellen was reminding Clark to put his napkin in his lap.

Ann
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Hazel wrote:

> Story 2: "The Spider and the Fly(boy)," by Robert Culpepper.
LnC/Spiderman.
> This is the first in a series of crossovers that use different superheroes
> of the DCU.

Does anyone have a current site for Robert Culpepper?  He had several
excellent
fanfics that were not on the Archive on his personal site, and several more
promised, but my link to his site isn't working anymore.
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Hmm. Good question. I sent him an offline message via ICQ asking him about
it. I should get a reply back soon (assuming he still uses ICQ). I will let
you know.

FYI: his ICQ # is 13446371 and mine is 9288013

-Don

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Hazel wrote:

> Story 2: "The Spider and the Fly(boy)," by Robert Culpepper.
LnC/Spiderman.
> This is the first in a series of crossovers that use different superheroes
> of the DCU.

Does anyone have a current site for Robert Culpepper?  He had several
excellent
fanfics that were not on the Archive on his personal site, and several more
promised, but my link to his site isn't working anymore.
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HELP!!!!  I don't know what the heck i did or what the heck AOL did but i
have seemed to lost all of the email that i had saved off line to read.  I
guess most of this is ok except for the fact i lost 2 fanfics i wanted to
read!  The first one is titled, Family Ties and the other one is titled,
Forever Young.  Can someone please help???

Thanks.
Alexis ;-.)
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alexis - they should be on the serve list archives- start looking at the
week
they came out
merry

No Name Available wrote:

> HELP!!!!  I don't know what the heck i did or what the heck AOL did but i
> have seemed to lost all of the email that i had saved off line to read.  I
> guess most of this is ok except for the fact i lost 2 fanfics i wanted to
> read!  The first one is titled, Family Ties and the other one is titled,
> Forever Young.  Can someone please help???
>
> Thanks.
> Alexis ;-.)
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No Name Available wrote:

> HELP!!!!  I don't know what the heck i did or what the heck AOL did but i
> have seemed to lost all of the email that i had saved off line to read.  I
> guess most of this is ok except for the fact i lost 2 fanfics i wanted to
> read!  The first one is titled, Family Ties and the other one is titled,
> Forever Young.  Can someone please help???
>
> Thanks.
> Alexis ;-.)

Alexis, if you go to
http://listserv.indiana.edu/archives/loiscla.general.html
and click on the 4th week in July, you will find both stories.

Nan Smith
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Elizabeth? said:
>Actually what she said was: "The nearest hospital is Kansas City. That's
>four days ride."
>Then Clark picks up Marshall Kent and Miss Martha asks him where he is
>going. He replies," I'm taking him to Kansas City."
>
>This is from memory. Those of you with "Tempus Fugitive" on tape might
>want to double-check me.

In that case, Smallville *is* in Eastern Kansas after all.  Wow.  Thank you
for fixing my confusion.

Jessi
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/me is intregued, Wendy - hurry up and finish it so I can read it!

Your Number One Fan (as always :)

Melisma

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>LOL Laurie! Won't work in this case, since Superman has gone AWOL...
>
>Wendy
>----------------------
>Wendy Richards
>w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
>
>
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 00:14:49 EDT
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Hi everyone,

Skip week is over and we hope you can join us Saturday, August 14, 1999, for
our fanfic writing session. This week's premise:

Lois's and Clark's friends and family decide to throw the mother of all baby
showers at the DP. But will events conspire to keep the guests of honor from
attending?

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
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Hi Charlotte,

I enjoyed your story :) I read it while doing several things at once, so I
don't have a lot of specific comments - but I'll re-read it later and tell
you exactly what I thought worked best, K? Just thought I would give you my
first reactions right after reading - I loved it, and can't wait to read
more of your work :)

Melisma

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At 07:55 AM 08/13/1999 -0700, you wrote:
>Charlotte,
>
>This was a very enchanting story!
>
>S
>P
>O
>I
>L
>E
>R
>
>S
>P
>A
>C
>E
>
>I do like the way you've added details to Lois's romance with Claude.
>You've made the whole thing seem extremely plausible, and as far as I
>can see, covered all the bases with what could have happened between
>them.  I am working on a fanfic that involves Lois's past with Claude
>and would dearly love to adopt this scenario as to what happened
>between them.  Please let me know if that's okay.
>
>I don't have anything other than praise for your story itself.  I would
>like to suggest however, that you don't need to include a story summary
>at the start of each section of the story.  I found it a bit
>distracting as it interrupted the flow of my reading.
>
>Once again, Charlotte, this was well done.  Thanks for sharing.
>
>Irene
>sirenegold@yahoo.com
>
>
>_________________________________________________________
>Do You Yahoo!?
>Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com
>
>
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 00:36:38 -0500
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I am looking for a story that I read a while back.  Lois and Clark are
married but because of the death of his
parents (which he feels is his fault)  they are separated.  Finally they are
brought together again, working together,
and have to face all the hurt and love that is still there.   Ring any
bells??????????????????

Brenda
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 01:38:23 EDT
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In a message dated 8/14/99 12:36:48 AM Central Daylight Time,
d.arendt@WORLDNET.ATT.NET writes:

<< I am looking for a story that I read a while back.  Lois and Clark are
married but because of the death of his
 parents (which he feels is his fault)  they are separated.  Finally they
are
brought together again, working together,
 and have to face all the hurt and love that is still there.   Ring any
bells?????????????????? >>

Sounds like Heaven's Prisoners by my pal, Demi ;)

Zoom (have a nice vacation, demikins ;)
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In a message dated 08/14/99 5:36:48 AM !!!First Boot!!!,
d.arendt@WORLDNET.ATT.NET writes:

> I am looking for a story that I read a while back.  Lois and Clark are
> married but because of the death of his
>  parents (which he feels is his fault)  they are separated.  Finally they
are
> brought together again, working together,
>  and have to face all the hurt and love that is still there.   Ring any
bells?
> ?????????????????

That sounds like Demi's Heaven's Prisoners to me. It is an nfic.

Chris
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 00:39:35 -0500
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At 12:36 AM 8/14/99 -0500, Dennis A Arendt wrote:
>I am looking for a story that I read a while back.  Lois and Clark are
married but because of the death of his
>parents (which he feels is his fault)  they are separated.  Finally they
are brought together again, working together,
>and have to face all the hurt and love that is still there.   Ring any
bells??????????????????

Brenda, that's Demi's Heaven's Prisoners.  The PG version is on the archive,
and you can contact her for the nfic version.

Sheila
sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 03:05:43 -0400
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May I ask a selfish favor?  Could those of you who have recently
submitted L&C n-fic to various password protected boards, lists, and
sites, also submit it/them to Debby's list?  It would be wonderful if
there were just one place to get stories instead of collecting a series
of passwords and memberships.

Thanks,
Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 11:25:36 +0100
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Sorry to whoever it was this got sent to first time around. Honest, I just
hit rta. <g>

Hey guys!

It's been interesting reading this thread. I think part of the problem with
the BBC in particular is that, firstly, it is traditional for it to treat
anything other than home grown SF as kiddie programming. It's been that way
ever since they showed the original Trek series in the '60's and our old
Auntie has a habit of sticking to something eternally once deciding on it.
You might as well try pole vaulting to the moon than try changing the Beeb's
mind on something once it's fixed. It took until just a few years ago to get
them to reverse their decision not to show 3 episodes of the original Trek
it banned back in the '60's as being too upsetting to impressionable young
minds.

Secondly, there are often specific cultural applications, which don't apply
elsewhere. For example a lot of the 'violence' in S3 was cut in the wake of
the Dunblane tragedy. An edict went around the TV networks here to cut overt
violent scenes from programmes wherever possible. As a result almost all
shots of knives/guns in S3 of LNC were excised. In TA, for example, we are
not allowed to view Tempus pointing the gun at Lois in the alleyway. Which
always irks me because it ends up looking as though our fiesty reporter gal
just goes off with Tempus because he tells her to. <g> Ultrawoman was the
main victim of that round of cuts.

But there is really little logic to the cuts. Someone else has pointed out
elsewhere that during its recent re-runs of the show in it's kiddie
programming for the school summer vacation period, our cable channel, Sky,
repeatedly cut what it obviously considered sexually explicit material -
while inserting ads for some of its more salacious tabloid trash sex shows
in ad. breaks, which were much more offensive in content. Personally I'd
much rather have kids viewing a loving relationship between two people than
clips from a show about people's weird sexual fetishes or a dumb Club 18-30
style quiz show with a crowd of teens getting blitzed on sangria and
removing all their clothes so they can crush grapes with their butts. But
then, that's just me....

LabRat :)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
labrat@ukf.net

"Louie...you are one sick lizard..."
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 08:20:24 -0500
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Chris answered Dennis' fanfic query with:
> That sounds like Demi's Heaven's Prisoners to me. It is an nfic.

I've also seen it in a PG-13 version, but I'm not sure where I got it.
It might possibly be at the archive.
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 10:11:39 EDT
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Don't panic Alexis.

Both stories are on my hard drive and I'll send them this evening when we
have our meeting if no one else has sent them by then.

Charlotte
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In a message dated 8/13/99 10:35:57 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<< That's probably more than you want to know about British TV, Anne -
 and I've not even touched on cable or Sky! >>

Actually, it was very informative and interesting.  I always enjoy learning
about life in other places.  I can see, if the BBC cut all the steamy stuff
out of the 4th season why it would have seemed a bit dull.  It would have
only lasted for 45 minutes an episode, too. <g>

Thanks for the info.

Ann
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In a message dated 8/14/99 6:27:39 AM Eastern Daylight Time, labrat@UKF.NET
writes:

<<  Personally I'd
 much rather have kids viewing a loving relationship between two people than
 clips from a show about people's weird sexual fetishes or a dumb Club 18-30
 style quiz show with a crowd of teens getting blitzed on sangria and
 removing all their clothes so they can crush grapes with their butts. But
 then, that's just me.... >>

Me too, LabRat.  One of the things that I have always really liked about L&C
is the way it treated the physical aspect of their relationship.  I thought
it was great to finally see a program on TV that showed adults who were
obviously attractive and attracted to each other acting responsibly when it
came to sex.  I thought it sent a wonderful message to teenagers about
waiting to cross the itimacy threshold on the one hand and showed a very
loving, sensual marital relationship after the wedding.
It counteracts the "if it feels good, do it" mentality on most of TV here in
the States.

Ann
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 11:15:49 -0500
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>From MR. D8A's work email

Charlotte,
        Great story.  It flowed rather nicely and I even started talking to
the screen.  When I do that you know it is a great story.

MR. D8A  A.K.A.  James

Philippians 4:8
...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is
pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is
excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.

Please visit and explore my house at:
http://www.geocities.com/area51/starship/7859
mailto:mr_d8a@yahoo.com
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 10:02:45 -0700
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> Nice story, Charlotte.  I like the development you did on Lois's
> relationship with Claude.  What a sleazeball!  The fact that people
> like him really exist is a sad commentary on the human race. (I've met
> a few.)

Keep writing.  I'd like to see more of what you can do.

Nan Smith
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Eileen F. Ray wrote:

> Hi everyone,
>
> Skip week is over and we hope you can join us Saturday, August 14, 1999,
for
> our fanfic writing session. This week's premise:
>
> Lois's and Clark's friends and family decide to throw the mother of all
baby
> showers at the DP. But will events conspire to keep the guests of honor
from
> attending?
>
> 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

Would it be all right if I joined you, if I can squeeze in the time?

Nan Smith
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 Lois and Clark are married but because of the death of his
parents (which he feels is his fault)  they are separated.  Finally they are
brought together again, working together,

This is Heaven's Prisoners by Demi, winner of the Kerth for best tearjerker
in 1998.  I noted that they didn't even have a tearjerker category in 1999.
After this one, there can be no other winner.  I have it in both nfic and pg
versions and regardless of which you choose, it is one of the all time
bests.

Charlotte
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Can anyone send me the unedited (nfic) version of Heaven's Prisoners???
This
is without a doubt my favorite, but I have never read the nfic version.  And
yes, I am over 18!!! :-)  anyway, if anyone has this version, I would be
more
than happy, if you could send it to me!!

Thanks in advance,
Lori
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At 03:30 PM 8/14/99 EDT, Lori Llorence wrote:
>Can anyone send me the unedited (nfic) version of Heaven's Prisoners???
>Anyway, if anyone has this version, I would be more
>than happy, if you could send it to me!!

Lori, you'll have to get it either from Joyce or from Demi.  The rest of us
took a vow of non-distribution when we requested the story.

Sheila
sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 21:33:04 +0200
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From:         Tedras <el.moro@AGORA.STM.IT>
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Dennis A Arendt wrote:

> I have been trying for three days to get into Gorn's site to read  the
> stories, but I can't.  Can anyone tell me how to make contact so that
> I can ask for them?
> Brenda

Me too, maybe the server is off for maintenance?
My wild guess.....
--
Tedras
Blue Dragon
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In a message dated 8/14/99 12:38:59 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
sharper@CNCC.CC.CO.US writes:

<< Lori, you'll have to get it either from Joyce or from Demi.  The rest of
us
 took a vow of non-distribution when we requested the story. >>
OK thanks Sheila-at least that answers my question!!  I will request it at
this very moment!!
Thanks again,
Lori
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Date:         Sat, 14 Aug 1999 13:49:13 -0700
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Subject:      NEW: Pranks To The Prankster (G) (1/1)
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Hi everyone :)

The following little piece of fluff was written as several parts over
several days, and posted to Zoom's fanfic folder - each part was done in
under 30 minutes and therefore qualifies for Wendy's 30 minute challenge. I
have put the parts together and am wanting to post it to the archive. But I
just have one little problem: I'm not sure if it is finished! I'm pretty
sure that I could write another story as a sequel - that's not the problem.
But is *this* story finished? Could some of you more experienced writers
read this and tell me what you think? Thanks...

Melisma

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TITLE:    Pranks To The Prankster
AUTHOR:   Melisma
PARTS:    1/1
RATING:   Anything more than G, I'd be shocked! :)
CATEGORY: Humor (pure unadulterated fluff, absolutely *nothing* more :)

FEEDBACK: Well, DUH! :) Publicly - please, especially as regards my
question above. Privately - melisma@intergate.bc.ca - for answers to my
question, notes regarding grammar, punctuation, spelling, illogicity, etc
:) and flames. (Although the latter will be only used to feed the furnace
in my iceblock of a basement apartment :) Or catch me on IRC, Yahoo, ICQ or
AIM...

SUMMARY:  Kyle Griffin gets a taste of how the other half lives...
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Pranks to the Prankster

by Melisma

"Hey, you guys!" Jimmy called as Lois and Clark exited the elevator and
headed toward their desks. "Didja hear the news? Kyle Griffin got let out
of jail early for good behavior. Can ya believe it?"

"The Prankster?!" Lois asked incredulously.

"Yikes!" her husband chimed in, anticipating a day of Lois-nervous-babble
and Perry-nervous-obsessing. The *last* time they had crossed Griffin's
path, it hadn't been pretty.

"Lois, Clark, Jimmy! In my office now, please!" Perry's voice rang across
the newsfloor as if on cue.

"Okay, kids," the Chief started in as soon as all three were settled. "The
Prankster is loose, and I wanna make sure he doesn't come after us again.
Any ideas?"

As Clark was about to say that he was sure Superman would be keeping an eye
on the dangerous practical joker, Jimmy spoke up. "Uh, Chief?" he said.
"What if we give the Prankster a piece of his own medicine? Pull a prank on
*him* before he can pull one on *us*?"

"Ooooh, Jimmy," Lois grinned. "I like it! It doesn't have to be malicious;
just give him an idea of what it's like to be on the receiving end. I'd
*love* to get even with him for almost costing me my presidential
interview, not to mention just scaring me to death..." She looked over at
Clark. "You think Superman might be pursuaded to help us, sweetheart?"

"I could ask him," Clark allowed, a smile that matched his wife's creeping
across his face. "He might like to get even for the contact lens stunt..."

"I know *I* would, for making me wear Lois's dress," Jimmy added, making a
face.

"Oh, I dunno, son - I thought it looked pretty good on you. But my poor
tie...," Perry chimed in, surprising the others that he was even *thinking*
of endorsing Jimmy's idea. Clark had been certain that his boss, if he
didn't forbid it outright, would tell them that he didn't want to know of
their plan in order to be able to deny any knowledge of it.

"Okay!" Jimmy exclaimed. "CK, should we go ahead and plan it and then you
invite Superman? Or could you call him and ask him to help us plan?"

Clark pretended to think for a minute. "Naw, let's just plan, and if he
wants to join us, he can," he said finally.

"So what do we do?" Lois asked. "Shortsheet his bunk? Substitute salt for
his coffee creamer? Put a rubber snake in his shaving kit?"

"No, no, darlin'!" Perry laughed. "Those are juvenile-type pranks. Griffin
is a world-class prankster, and we are a world-class newspaper. So we gotta
pull a world-class newspaper-type world-class prank on a world-class
prankster." He punctuated his last sentence by slamming his right fist into
his left palm. "Nope, here's what I propose..."

And the three younger journalists leaned in as he outlined his plan...

*****
Kyle Griffin lay quietly on his bunk, not yet willing to open his eyes and
greet the morning. For some reason he had had the *wierdest* dreams last
night. Something about lights and floating, but he just couldn't remember.
After a few minutes of fruitlessly trying to drift back to sleep, he gave
up. He tried to stretch, but his arms refused to move. Alarmed, he opened
his eyes and was greeted by blackness, even though he could feel the sun's
warmth on his face. He tried to move his legs, but met with a strange
resistance. Griffin panicked. "Victor!!!" he bellowed, relieved that his
voice was functioning, at least.

After a painfully long moment he heard his accomplice enter the room. "You
called, b... What the *heck*?!" Victor broke off in confusion.

"What?!" Kyle demanded, not in the mood to be toyed with. "I swear, Victor,
if you don't tell me, I'll... I'll stuff you back into a rat-infested
basement!"

"No, no!" Victor's voice squeaked at the reminder of his worst nightmare,
but he managed to get control of himself. "It's just... Why are you and
your room all wrapped up in newspaper?"

*****
The elevator doors opened with a ping of the bell, and the Daily Planet's
editor-in-chief, his junior photographer, and an award-winning journalistic
duo spilled out. All four had circles under their eyes, but the ear-to-ear
grins gracing their faces were more noticeable to their curious colleagues.

"I swear, Chief, that was the coolest prank I've *ever* been a part of!"
Jimmy bubbled.

"It was a stroke of genius to use old issues of the Planet," Lois giggled.
"Bet he felt like a fish on ice this morning!"

"I wouldn't debate you on that, Lois," Clark declared loyally. "But I'm
worried that he and Victor will figure out that it was us because of that,
and feel obligated to get even with us."

"How can he be sure it was us, CK?" Jimmy retorted as Perry steered them
into his office so they could gloat discreetly.

"That's true," Perry added. "They're both smart, to be sure, but how could
they trace it back to us? We never left a note, and they might just think
whoever did it just used our paper because it was the only one at hand."

"Or they might think it was someone from the Star," Lois countered, "who
used our paper to make them *think* it was us. Don't you love pushing
Griffin's buttons?" she grinned.

"Yeah," Perry agreed, then changed the subject slightly. "I thought it was
a nice touch for Superman to pursuade the DA's office to let us borrow
Griffin's light-flash/freeze gizmo, too. But it *was* too bad he couldn't
join us."

Jimmy laughed again. "Imagine... Using the Prankster's own invention to
immobilize him so we could truss him up like that!"

"And where did you ever learn to work with paper like that, Kent?" Perry
wanted to know.

"I learned origami from an elderly Japanese man I met once," Clark said a
little vaguely. "He had a real knack for tying secure knots with paper that
you would think would just come apart at the slightest touch." He didn't
mention that Superman had rescued the wizened gentleman from a burning
apartment, and that Tanaka San had taught him the craft out of gratitude.
Clark was still feeling a little guilty over last night's escapade. After
all, he wasn't the type of person to pull such stunts. At least, not unless
he was under the influence of Space Rats!

"And he taught you well," Lois smiled, recognizing her husband's mood
change by signs which only she knew to look for. "If you're still worried
about the Prankster, maybe you could ask Superman to keep an eye on him for
us."

"That's a good idea your wife has, Kent," Perry approved. "I think we
taught Griffin a lesson, and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore. Let's
get back to running this paper, shall we?"

And with that the four of them pushed the matter of Kyle Griffin onto the
back burner, and life resumed its normal, generally serious, routine.

THE END - you think?
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In a message dated 08/14/1999 4:43:31 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
melisma@INTERGATE.BC.CA writes:

<< And with that the four of them pushed the matter of Kyle Griffin onto the
 back burner, and life resumed its normal, generally serious, routine.

 THE END - you think? >>

You've got to be kidding. You don't think that Kyle Griffin would leave it
at
that in this lifetime, do you?

--Laurie
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I loved this, but don't want it to end yet.  How about you ask that people
e-mail you suggested pranks to work into a longer piece.  As inventive as I
find
this group, you should get some great suggestions :).

Did you know that if you moisten newpaper it becomes papier mache when it
dries.  You know, the stuff pinatas are made of.  You have to hit those
things
repeatedly with a big stick to crack them open.  When I read what they did
to
Griffin, my next visual was of him hanging upside down getting whacked
repeatedly in an attempt to free him.

Great story.

Cindy

Melisma wrote:

> TITLE:    Pranks To The Prankster
> AUTHOR:   Melisma
> PARTS:    1/1
> RATING:   Anything more than G, I'd be shocked! :)
> CATEGORY: Humor (pure unadulterated fluff, absolutely *nothing* more :)
>
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In a message dated 08/14/1999 6:40:22 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
chaste@CYBERHOTLINE.COM writes:

<< Did you know that if you moisten newpaper it becomes papier mache when it
 dries.  >>

Don't you have to add some white glue or plaster stuff?

--Laurie
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Okay, forget the new email address and stick with this one.  It only took me
two days to decide that netscape
email was not for me.  Sorry for the confusion!!!!!!!!

Brenda
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Just a question for a plot.  What time of year was it that "Lois and
Clarks" and "AKA Superman" supposed to have occurred?

Nan Smith
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At 04:20 PM 8/14/99 -0700, Nancy Smith wrote:
>Just a question for a plot.  What time of year was it that "Lois and
>Clarks" and "AKA Superman" supposed to have occurred?

"Meet John Doe" and "Lois and Clarks" were originally scheduled for the
February sweeps.  AKA Superman obviously takes place within a day or so of
February 28, since the C-plot (the surprise party plot) was centered around
Clark's birthday, which is February 28.

Sheila
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At 04:20 PM 8/14/99 -0700, Nancy Smith wrote:
>>Just a question for a plot.  What time of year was it that "Lois and
>>Clarks" and "AKA Superman" supposed to have occurred?

>"Meet John Doe" and "Lois and Clarks" were originally scheduled for the
February sweeps.

Sorry, forgot to mention that all the American viewers went, "huh?"  After
all, our presidential elections are *always* held on the 1st Tuesday of
November in years divisible by 4.  And to have a presidential election going
on in February (or March, when the eps actually aired) was ludicrous.

Sheila
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Sheila Harper wrote:

> At 04:20 PM 8/14/99 -0700, Nancy Smith wrote:
> >>Just a question for a plot.  What time of year was it that "Lois and
> >>Clarks" and "AKA Superman" supposed to have occurred?
>
> >"Meet John Doe" and "Lois and Clarks" were originally scheduled for the
> February sweeps.
>
> Sorry, forgot to mention that all the American viewers went, "huh?"  After
> all, our presidential elections are *always* held on the 1st Tuesday of
> November in years divisible by 4.  And to have a presidential election
going
> on in February (or March, when the eps actually aired) was ludicrous.
>
> Sheila
> sharper@cncc.cc.co.us

  Thanks, Shiela.

I'll remember to take that into account when I actually write the story.
This
is the concluding one for the "Dagger" trilogy, so I want to get it just
right.

Nan
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Hmm that certain ep must be popular! LOL!  I am currently in the midst of my
first fanfic which has to do with that certain ep.. well it actually has
nothing to do with that ep but my story takes place right after the surprise
bday party that is thrown for Clark! ;)

Alexis ;-.)
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In a message dated 8/14/99 5:03:50 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:

<< I'll remember to take that into account when I actually write the story.
This
 is the concluding one for the "Dagger" trilogy, so I want to get it just
right.

 Nan >>

Hmm the Dagger tirlogy? For those of us who don't know what that is, can you
enlighten us about it just a bit? ;)

Alexis ;-.)
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No Name Available wrote:

> In a message dated 8/14/99 5:03:50 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
> deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:
>
> << I'll remember to take that into account when I actually write the
story.
> This
>  is the concluding one for the "Dagger" trilogy, so I want to get it just
> right.
>
>  Nan >>
>
> Hmm the Dagger tirlogy? For those of us who don't know what that is, can
you
> enlighten us about it just a bit? ;)
>
> Alexis ;-.)

Take a look on the Archive under my name.  You'll find two modest stories,
"Dagger of the Mind" and "Dagger's Edge"  Those are mine.  While not to be
compared with any of the great authors on the Archive, like Wendy Richards
or
Yvonne, I got some very kind feedback about them, so I felt I needed to tie
up
all the loose ends I left dangling.

Nan
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I tried to send Nan feedback personally only to have delivery fail so I
am sending this note to the list.

Nan's story that was just posted to the archive, is a great new take on
ATAI.  Clark makes a different choice at the beginning of the episode,
and the action flows logically from that point of deviation.  I
thoroughly enjoyed this new take on the episode and highly recommend
that others read this story.

Bravo, and well done, Nan!

Irene

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Thanks, Irene!  I really appreciate feedback from anyone, but that was a
very nice compliment about the story!  My email address is
deimos1@earthlink.net.  I don't know why there would have been problems
with delivery.  I've received several other emails today.  Thanks for the
recommendation.

Nan

Irene D. wrote:

> I tried to send Nan feedback personally only to have delivery fail so I
> am sending this note to the list.
>
> Nan's story that was just posted to the archive, is a great new take on
> ATAI.  Clark makes a different choice at the beginning of the episode,
> and the action flows logically from that point of deviation.  I
> thoroughly enjoyed this new take on the episode and highly recommend
> that others read this story.
>
> Bravo, and well done, Nan!
>
> Irene
>
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