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Date:         Sun, 22 Aug 1999 04:36:18 -0500
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Okay, people, I warn you: Trevise has done it again! :) I haven't gotten a
chance to read the highly endorsed "Timeless," (hey, it's a lot longer!)
but "End of the Beginning" goes on *my* highly recommended list. I'll just
include this little bit that made me laugh out loud:

Clark and Lois shared a smile, their facial expressions saying
louder than words, 'He got us again,' and turned to acknowledge their
friend. Jim's interruption had been very deliberate: a few years back,
Jim had begun to realize the uncanny knack he had for interrupting
his two friends, and after the three of them had laughed about it, Jim
had mentioned that he was going to start keeping score. They had been
playing the "game" ever since, with Lois and Clark going out of their
way to give Jim opportunities.

:)

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

However, the story rapidly takes a more somber turn. Trevise warns that
this is a tear-jerker, and he was right -- keep some tissues nearby! Don't
forget that in Trevise's universe, LnC are dead -- the main character is
Jon, their son. This story tells the tale of their death.

But as much as that brought tears to my eyes, it was the final paragraph --
what Jon chose to do with his only remaining momento of the last monent of
his parents' lives -- that had me reaching for the tissues. This one, like
Trevise's others stories, is a definite keeper.

Hazel
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Date:         Sat, 21 Aug 1999 20:52:59 -0600
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From:         Debby <Debby@SWCP.COM>
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At 10:08 AM 08/21/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>In a message dated 08/20/1999 8:48:16 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
>jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM writes:
>
><< I can have an unrealisticly tall
> mall! <g> >>
>
>Jessi, I think there is a tall mall in NYC in Manhattan--one of those
famous
>buildings. Since they can't spread out wide like they do in the suburbs,
it's
>tall.
>
>--Laurie

there's one in downtown Chicago. If I recall correctly, it's the first 8
floors
or so of the building. Watertower something? Watertower Place? It's near
one of
bridges over the Chicago River, I think (the last time I was in Chicago was
'93)

Debby
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Date:         Sun, 22 Aug 1999 11:37:54 -0500
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Date:    Sat, 21 Aug 1999 23:02:21 CDT
From:    Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject: Re: OT: Elevators and malls

>>Jessi, I think there is a tall mall in NYC in Manhattan--one of
>>those famous buildings. Since they can't spread out wide like
>>they do in the suburbs, it's tall.

>Really?  How tall?  How many stories? Maybe I can get away
>with my tall mall after all.  Metropolis is supposed to be a bit like
>New York, right?

Jessi, I missed the opening of your topic, and I don't know how
high you're trying to go, but I do know that in Chicago, there's an
indoor shopping center called Water Tower Place - I *think* the
entire building is shops of various kinds - and it's probably 20
stories high at a minimum.  I've heard of it; seen it from a distance;
never been in it.

You can double-check if you know anybody there, or maybe check
the Web for further info, but at least it's a start!

Barbara

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Date:         Sun, 22 Aug 1999 13:21:26 EDT
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In a message dated 8/22/1999 12:02:53 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< Really?  How tall?  How many stories? Maybe I can get away with my tall
mall
 after all.  Metropolis is supposed to be a bit like New York, right?

 Jessi
 jessi914@hotmail.com >>

Well, in New York City, Macy's is about 10 floors high, not including the
basement.  No glass elevators, however; just the old fashioned escalators
(some with the wide slats, some new) and regular elevators.

Down the block at 32nd Street, you have the Stern's mall (which used to be
the old Gimbel's store).  They have renovated it and that mall has about 8
floors, but does have a glass elevator in the "mall" portion of the building
where the other stores are (Gap, etc.).  However, the Macy's building just
has Macy's in it -- no other stores.

Bloomingdale's and Lord and Taylor are similar to Macy's, only not quite so
many floors.

Hope this helps.  Oh, BTW, there are *no* parking lots in the NYC stores.
It's great if you need to pick up something after work, but I'd rather shop
in mall heaven in northern New Jersey!

Roseann
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Okay, I'm at the cottage for the summer and this is one of my few chances
where my dad brings up his laptop!  Can someone really quickly send me a
link to the fan fic page?  I JUST realized it's Sunday again!
Luvs ya!~
Klutz

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Date:         Sun, 22 Aug 1999 13:53:59 EDT
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In a message dated 08/22/1999 1:22:29 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
Roseb11@AOL.COM writes:

<< Down the block at 32nd Street, you have the Stern's mall (which used to
be
 the old Gimbel's store) >>

What about the Trump building? Isn't that like a vertical mall? I don't go
into NYC very often and so can't help Jessi too much. But maybe you know...

--Laurie
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In a message dated 8/22/1999 1:55:04 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
Larus2407@AOL.COM writes:

<<
 What about the Trump building? Isn't that like a vertical mall? I don't go
 into NYC very often and so can't help Jessi too much. But maybe you know...

 --Laurie >>

Laurie, I've never actually been in the Trump building.  If Jessi needs that
info, I can find out, though.  Let me know, Jessi.  Also, some malls in NYC
have direct access to the subway system.  If you need info on that, let me
know.

Roseann
(who suddenly has the urge to go shopping, but northern NJ has those darn
Blue Laws!)
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In a message dated 08/22/1999 1:48:41 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
moonklutz@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< Can someone really quickly send me a
 link to the fan fic page?  >>

 <A HREF="http://lcfanfic.actwd.com/">Lois & Clark Fanfiction</A>

Hope that works for you!
--Laurie
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Oops, sorry. I was so quick to send Klutz an answer, that i forgot to change
the "to" box. And I can't recall the mail. :(

But just to make this post worthwhile, you'll be pleased to know that Irene
is hard at work polishing up the next couple parts of Starfire and Sunstorm.
:)  (Nope, I'm not saying any more...)

--Laurie (no, this is not Wendy making you all jealous!)
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Date:         Sun, 22 Aug 1999 19:03:32 +0100
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> Sue said:
> >Just finished watching "Meet John Doe" and was just wondering - I seem to
> >remember a scene between either Ellen or Martha and Andrus (actor William
> >Christopher) and Ellen/Martha asks him if anyone has ever told
> him that he
> >has a striking resemblence to a doctor on MASH.  If anyone knows what
> >fanfic, I should would love to know.  Sue

Then Jessi said:

> That's Fear of Discovery by Yvonne Connel.  Wonderful story.

And then Melisma said:

>If I remember right, this was S5, Ep 2, Time After Time, by Peace. I
>laughed so hard at that, cuz I'm a MASHnik too, and the first thing I said
>when I first saw Andrus was "My Gawd - there's Father Mulcahy!" And Audrey
>R., you had a good laugh, didn't you? :) I think in the story, it was Ellen
>who said that, BTW...

Aw shucks!  And there I was, thinking I was the first person to point him
out in FoD.  Just goes to show, there's no new stories, just new angles...

Yvonne
(yconnell@ukf.net)
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From:         Alicia Utowski <Alicia3456@AOL.COM>
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In a message dated 08/21/1999 11:02:53 PM US Eastern Standard Time,
jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< Really?  How tall?  How many stories? Maybe I can get away with my tall
mall
 after all.  Metropolis is supposed to be a bit like New York, right? >>

I remeber now in Chicago there is a mall that is about nine or ten stories
tall, and in toronto there is a mall that has about eight stories.

hope that helps...
Alicia
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Date:         Sun, 22 Aug 1999 16:11:25 -0400
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From:         Carolyn Schnall <cschnall@MAIL.MED.CORNELL.EDU>
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Hi Dave and FoLCs:

>Hello,
>
>I have copies of some Gorn Nfic: Going Going Gone, Consummate Revelation
and
>One and Only.
>
>Anyone wanting to read them should email me at laned@cadvision.com with an
>age statement.
>
>Hope that helps,
>
>Dave

Although that is a generous offer, I'm worried about a technicality here:
I hope you have obtained permission from Gorn to redistribute her stories.

If I am out of line here, I apologize in advance.  I do believe these
stories are all nfics.

I last spoke with her in March at "The Gorn" <gorn@fishnet.net> and I am
sure she would appreciate hearing directly from anyone who wants to read
her stuff, which is absolutely terrific, BTW:)

Just my cautionary 2 cents worth:)

I am going to be on vacation so I will not get any replies to this message,
should there be any, until at least a week from now, after which I will be
on vacation again.

Thanks,
Carolyn
cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu
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Date:         Sun, 22 Aug 1999 18:58:15 -0700
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Debby wrote:
>
>there's one in downtown Chicago. If I recall correctly, it's the
first 8
>floors
>or so of the building. Watertower something? Watertower Place? It's
near
>one of
>bridges over the Chicago River, I think (the last time I was in
Chicago was
>'93)

Watertower Place in downtown Chicago had 7 or 8 stories of shopping
space, and is connected to either a hotel or condominium (can't
remember which)  Whichever it is, there is definitely an area above
the mall where people are living, but it's reached by a separate set
of elevators.

Congratulations on your good memory, Debby!

Pat

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Date:         Sun, 22 Aug 1999 20:04:36 -0500
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My dear hustband has asked me to let you all know that he's
finally gotten all his comics out here (we had a fun trip back to
Tacoma in June to pack up all his stuff), and is auctioning off the
comics he couldn't sell out there.

There's a bunch of Supermans in amongst the lots, so those of you
interested in completing collections, or just picking up some
reading material, go to
http://auctions.yahoo.com
and do a search by seller for "waffyjon"

And Jen, don't worry, yours are here - *someplace* - we just
haven't gotten to them yet.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled conversations.....:}

Barbara

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Date:         Mon, 23 Aug 1999 16:39:07 +0100
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-----Original Message-----
From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM>
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Date: 18 August 1999 09:49
Subject: Re: Universal Union 2 1/6

>Title           :  Universal Union 2
>
>Part           :  1/6
>
>Author    :  Jenni Debbage
>
>Rating       :  PG-13
>
>Feedback:  Comments welcome both public and privately.
>
>Summary:    This is the second part of my story which follows Lois Lane to
>Krypton to live with her soulmate Kal-El.  In this episode we witness Lois'
>wonder and worry about being an 'alien' in this very different society and
>discover too the dangers that face Lois and Kal-El.
>
>
>                                                            Chapter One
>
>                                                        The  Homecoming
>
>     Lois Lane, Earth woman and space traveller, stood bravely by the large
>doors of the space craft, waiting for the moment when she would first set
>eyes on the world that would be her home.  Unconsciously the hand that
>rested in the grasp of Lord Kal-El, heir to this great planet, shook
>slightly and the young woman was grateful for the answering touch she
>received from her betrothed as he gently placed his free hand over their
>clasped fingers.  Looking up into his eyes, she met encouragement and
>understanding and his conspiratorial grin revived her somewhat fading
>spirit.
>
>     Her mind ranged over the names of those she was about to meet, hoping
>that busying herself with a specific task would halt her wildly cascading
>thoughts.  As she started to put speculative faces to the names she
>remembered, her flight of fancy was interrupted by the swish of the wide
>portal opening before her and, with a mixture of eagerness and anxiety, she
> viewed the vista that was revealed.
>
>    Even the lionhearted Lois was disconcerted by the scene that awaited
>her.  The ship had landed in a very, very large hangar, where row upon row
>of various types of space craft were docked in ever continuing lines.  One
>end of this giant barn like structure was open to an expanse of cloudy rust
>tinted sky where the ship had entered and thereafter floated a few feet
>above the floor between the rows of other craft until it had reached its
>specified docking bay.   If Lois had doubted that the world to which she
>came was a highly advanced civilisation, the sight of these shining
>streamlined ships dispelled any scepticism that lingered in her mind.
>None of the other craft that filled this enormous building, however, could
>compare in size and grandeur to the vessel in which she had arrived.  But
>then, she reasoned that the people of this planet would entrust their
>precious heir to nothing but the very best.
>
>     As the disembarkation ramp was lowered to the floor of this monstrous
>space port Kal-El, with Lois on his arm, took his place at the head of the
>crew's senior officers and, walking down through the ranks of military
>personnel, he made his way to the welcoming committee.
>
>     Unfortunately for Lois this group of people stood some way off on a
>raised dais and she prayed as she walked by Kal's side that no one would
>hear the knocking of her knees.  Perhaps the clash of highly polished boots
>colliding together, as the serried ranks of soldiers snapped to attention
>at the couple's passing, drowned out the feeble clacking of her bones.
>Behind the lines of the military personnel, Lois could see other
>overall-clad men standing in less organized lines.  Perhaps these were the
>civilian work force and her eyes opened in shock as she watched these men
>drop to one knee and bow their heads in greeting.
>
>      Oh my, did they still do that sort of thing on this planet?  Judging
>by the gleaming metal surrounding her she was evidently on a futuristic
>world and yet she had a strange feeling of having been transported to the
>middle ages.  In time, Lois would learn that this was indeed true; Krypton
>would always be, in Lois' eyes, a much loved mass of contradictions.
>
>     Too soon her musings were dispelled by their arrival at the foot of
>the small flight of steps leading up to the platform that held the high and
>mighty of Krypton.  The large body of sombrely clothed men with, unfairly
>in Lois' earth-bred view, only a small sprinkling of ladies had closely
>watched the couple's progress from their elevated vantage point.
>
>     Here she was again surprised when Kal bowed low to the old gentleman
>who stood at the head of the group.  Not wishing to appear irreverent and
>much to her own amazement, Lois too bobbed a quick curtsey, for which she
>received a courteous nod from the watching man and, if Lois were not
>mistaken, a conspiratorial wink from a twinkling eye.
>
>     As Kal straightened up he quickly mounted the steps till he stood
>before Zor-El,  First Lord of Krypton and clasping his hands together
>almost in a gesture of prayer he placed them within his uncle's grasp.  The
>illustrious leader of Krypton beamed proudly on his handsome nephew.  Kal
>was such a good boy, so bright and brave.  Without him Krypton had seemed a
>much drearier place.
>
>     "Welcome home, Kal."  The older man's voice was filled with warmth.
>"It is good to have you back with us.  You have been missed."  At these
>last words, Zor-El's eyes slid over to a woman who stood a little to his
>left.
>
>     Kal's gaze followed that of his uncle and when it came to rest on this
>particular lady his chocolate brown eyes softened and a tender smile
>touched his lips.  Standing below, a faint echo of jealousy stirred in
>Lois' heart as she witnessed this silent exchange.  She had come to believe
>that special look was reserved only for her.   Happily, however, as she
>studied the woman carefully, she realized that this lady, though beautiful,
>was many years older than her fiance.  The lady was small and slim yet she
>carried herself with a regal air, which at the moment was softened by a
>lovely smile....... a smile that was so like that of her son.  The
>realization that this was very probably Lara, her future mother-in-law,
>dispelled all traces of jealousy from Lois' mind.  Kal quickly crossed to
>his mother and repeated the gesture he had first made with his uncle only
>this time their hands held tight to each other for some moments before Kal
>released his clasp and, turning to the tall man by Lara's side, offered his
>hands again.
>
>     "Greetings, Father, Mother.  It is good to be back with you again.  I
>hope that you are well."  The words were formal, but the feelings behind
>them were sincere.
>
>     "Indeed, we are, my son."  Lara blinked back a few tears as she spoke.
> This public meeting was no place for her to show the deep emotions she was
>feeling at the return of her beloved son.  Their true welcome could take
>place later in the privacy of their home.
>
>     Lois had felt  somewhat abandoned while she waited alone by the stairs
>and to hold her loneliness at bay, she had employed her reporter's
>instincts and viewed the unfolding scene as if she were taking notes for a
>covering story.  Disappointingly Lord Zor-El was not at all how Lois had
>imagined a great leader would look, assuming of course that there was a
>'look' for world rulers.  He was tall, a few inches taller than Kal, but
>more slender than seemed healthy, and his skin was pale.  Short dark hair
>streaked with grey topped a narrow face which was heavily lined.  Were
>these lines, deeply sculpted on Zor's face, due to the weighty
>responsibilities of his position?  All in all Lois had the impression of a
>care-worn individual and yet this perception was dispelled by a pair of
>intelligent, sparkling eyes.  Eyes which were now turned in her direction
>and Lois became uncomfortably aware that the said gentleman was returning
>her scrutiny, an amused smile dancing on his lips.
>
>     "Kal, my boy, I believe you are remiss in your duties," Zor's laughing
>tone belied the
>scolding words.  "This young lady will be thinking that Kryptonians are an
>ill-mannered race."
>
>     The young lord blushed a rosy pink, but he hurried to amend his
>blunder, whispering an apology to his future bride as he escorted her to
>his waiting family.
>
>     "Forgive me, Lord Zor," Kal's head dipped a little at his words yet,
>leading Lois forward, his firm chin lifted and he declared with pride.
>"May I present Ms Lois Lane of the planet Earth."  Kal raised Lois' hand
>and placed it in the palm of his uncle's outstretched hand, but Lois
>forestalled his action and with careful deliberation she imitated what she
>concluded must be the Kryptonian equivalent of a handshake.
>
>     Zor's aristocratic eyebrows rose in appreciation.  "I am honoured to
>meet you, Ms Lois Lane of Earth."  The words were delivered in clear
>cultured English while the older man's face crinkled with smiles.
>Immediately Lois reviewed her earlier assumption; some of these facial
>creases might be laughter lines.  "As First Lord of this planet I welcome
>you on behalf of my family and my people."  Lois' hands were still retained
>by Zor's long fingers.  "I hope that your journey was a pleasant one."
>
>     "Thank you, sir.  I was looked after very well."  Lois found that her
>frayed nerves were steadying under his fatherly approval.  "Space travel
>was definitely a new experience, but I liked it......it
>was..........interesting....... exciting."  His smile was contagious and
>she returned his grin brightly.
>
>     "Yes, I too find it most exhilarating and it is far too long since I
>ventured into space.  Perhaps when I retire I can indulge my pleasure in
>journeying.  I know my wife Rochelle would dearly love to visit her home
>again."
>
>     As he talked Zor included the lady by his side in the conversation and
>Lois turned her attention to Krypton's First Lady.  If Zor-El's appearance
>had surprised Lois, the diminutive figure who stepped forward astounded
>her; Lady Rochelle was a plump grey haired lady with an unremarkable yet
>kind face.  At the moment she was smiling gently on the young couple and
>particularly on her nephew.  Devoid of the comfort of children of her own,
>she had lavished all her motherly care on this young man.
>
>     "So, dear Kal, your quest was successful?"  The lady's voice was low.
>"My, she is so pretty.  It's all right to say that, Kal, isn't it?"  And
>she turned anxiously to her nephew.
>
>     "Why don't you ask Lois, Aunt Rochelle," Kal suggested kindly.
>
>     But here Lois elected to speak for herself.  "It's kind of you to say
>so, my lady."  She was spouting dialogue like a heroine in one of those
>historical romance novels, which she never admitted to reading, and she
>fought an untimely urge to giggle.  This was so bizarre.
>
>     Meantime the tiny lady had enveloped her nephew and his bride-to-be in
>a joint hug which took Lois by surprise having learnt during the voyage of
>the Kryptonians' lack of demonstrative behaviour.  Yet here was the most
>prominent female in the land showing openly her somewhat sentimental joy at
>Kal's return.  Even his mother had forborne to touch him beyond that first
>formal greeting.
>
>     Attuned to Lois' reaction, Lady Rochelle whispered confidentially,
>"Don't mind me, child, I'm Zirconian."  Then, as if that was the only
>explanation necessary, she continued as loudly as her gentle voice would
>allow.  "I too bid you welcome to our world, Lois Lane, and hope that in
>the years ahead Krypton brings you as much joy as it has me."  And a
>silvery tinkling laugh accompanied her greeting.  Why then did Lois suspect
>she heard the unspoken words....... and sorrow?
>
>     Fortunately for Lois' equanimity, she was distracted from her
>disquieting notion by the approach of Kal's parents, coming forward to make
>their introductions.  Lara was the first to offer her greeting.
>
>     "I am most happy to have you here with us, Lois Lane.  I am Lara,
>Kal's mother."  While she spoke, she offered the Earth girl her praying
>hands and Lois was quick to give the customary response.  "I know well how
>deeply distressed my son would have been had you chosen to remain on
>Earth."
>
>     The words were said kindly but the look Lois received was one of
>appraisal.  Apparently, as far as her future mother-in-law was concerned,
>the jury was still out on whether Kal's choice had been a wise one.  Well,
>Lois could sympathise with the woman's concerns.  She had a few of her own.
> It didn't take a degree in psychology  to discern that there were many
>undercurrents drifting around in this family.
>
>     A deep melodic voice was enquiring into her well-being and Lois shook
>herself free of her worrying thoughts; there would be time to examine them
>later.
>
>     "How do you do, Ms Lane?  I believe that is the correct greeting given
>on Earth."  The gentleman who escorted Lara now addressed Lois in a
>friendly manner.  "My name is Jor-El and I look forward to getting to know
>you."
>
>       At last, a hello that seemed free of hidden nuances and Lois
>responded with a grateful if somewhat tremulous smile.  Ironically the men
>in this family offered her an unconditional welcome.  Therefore, Lois was
>not surprised by Zor-El's thoughtful suggestion.
>
>     "Kal-El, I'm sure that your betrothed must be feeling a little stunned
>by the size of her reception committee, not to mention exhausted by her
>extended journey in space.  Besides, I'm growing a little uncomfortable
>myself, standing around in this draughty hall.  I propose that the rest of
>the family introductions take place at home and that the council and court
>can wait until the morrow."  Zor indicated the curious courtiers that
>huddled on the dais behind the royal house of Krypton, each striving to
>gain an advantage point on the cramped podium.   "Let's all go home."
>
>
>
>Dear Jenni,

I'm looking forward to reading Universal Union 2, but would like to start
with Part 1.
Is it archived anywhere?

Liz Reid

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As Mindy Church would say, 'I had a kind of a thought...'  <g>. I'm sure =
that there are a lot of people who would like to see interest in LnC =
maintained,  I know I would, as I enjoy LnC fanfiction, and the web =
sites, and gossip about Dean and Teri, (especially Dean !)

So I was wondering are there any ways by which we could encourage the =
networks, and the TV channels on the European side of the 'Pond' to show =
LnC more often, and maybe it might experience a revival in the same way =
as Star Trek did. I think it'd be great, too, if Warner Home Video =
released the rest of the series on video tape, or even in the future on =
DVD.  Who knows, we might see a whole new generation of FoLCs!

One last thing, is there an American equivalent of the British Board of =
Film Classification? The BBFC listed the third season ep 'Whine, Whine, =
Whine' as released on tape, which leads me to think that there must be =
more episodes of LnC available than I've found so far. So I'll have to =
keep looking <g>.

Gotta stop babbling!

Liz
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A must read.  Hazel, forget about the tissues, you
need a towel with this one.

WARNING:
If you have a heart of stone it will break!
DO NOT READ THIS IN PUBLIC!  People will think you are
a blubbering idiot!
I am still choked up about it.

SPOILER SPACE

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Trevise,

Man-you weren't kidding when you said it was a
tear-jerker.  I made the mistake of taking it to lunch
with me in the Corporate Cafeteria to finish reading
it.  It was all I could do to finish the paragraph
that first mentioned then fused rings.  I had to stop
eating to compose myself.  Then I got to the part
where Jon brought back the globe.  I had to forceablly
stop myself from reading further.  I picked up another
story to read (I RARELY do this) to calm myself down.
After reading about 5 minutes of the other story, I
figured that I could finish your story.  I did but I
am glad I picked a secluded spot to read it.

Next time I will believe you!

Course I cried when they killed Spock in ST II (book
and movie) and when they Killed Supergirl in Crisis
series.

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James, you are so right here.  I *never* cry at anything that I read
(movies are a different story) and I was practically bawling like a
baby!  It's a beautiful story, and don't let the fact that it's a
deathfic stop you from reading.  I *hate* deathfics but this is
definitely the exception to that rule for me.  Trevise's whole series
is fantastic and I do hope that he continues writing many, many more.

Irene

--- James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> A must read.  Hazel, forget about the tissues, you
> need a towel with this one.
>
> WARNING:
> If you have a heart of stone it will break!
> DO NOT READ THIS IN PUBLIC!  People will think you
> are
> a blubbering idiot!
> I am still choked up about it.
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
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>
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>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> SPOILER SPACE
>
> Trevise,
>
> Man-you weren't kidding when you said it was a
> tear-jerker.  I made the mistake of taking it to
> lunch
> with me in the Corporate Cafeteria to finish reading
> it.  It was all I could do to finish the paragraph
> that first mentioned then fused rings.  I had to
> stop
> eating to compose myself.  Then I got to the part
> where Jon brought back the globe.  I had to
> forceablly
> stop myself from reading further.  I picked up
> another
> story to read (I RARELY do this) to calm myself
> down.
> After reading about 5 minutes of the other story, I
> figured that I could finish your story.  I did but I
> am glad I picked a secluded spot to read it.
>
> Next time I will believe you!
>
> Course I cried when they killed Spock in ST II (book
> and movie) and when they Killed Supergirl in Crisis
> series.
>
> ===
> Mr. D8a
> Philipians 4:8
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Irene,
I'll have you know that several of your stories have
had me choked up as well.

--- "Irene D." <sirenegold@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> James, you are so right here.  I *never* cry at
> anything that I read
> (movies are a different story) and I was practically
> bawling like a
> baby!  It's a beautiful story, and don't let the
> fact that it's a
> deathfic stop you from reading.  I *hate* deathfics
> but this is
> definitely the exception to that rule for me.
> Trevise's whole series
> is fantastic and I do hope that he continues writing
> many, many more.
>
> Irene
>
> --- James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> > A must read.  Hazel, forget about the tissues, you
> > need a towel with this one.
> >
> > WARNING:
> > If you have a heart of stone it will break!
> > DO NOT READ THIS IN PUBLIC!  People will think you
> > are
> > a blubbering idiot!
> > I am still choked up about it.
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
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> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
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> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > SPOILER SPACE
> >
> > Trevise,
> >
> > Man-you weren't kidding when you said it was a
> > tear-jerker.  I made the mistake of taking it to
> > lunch
> > with me in the Corporate Cafeteria to finish
> reading
> > it.  It was all I could do to finish the paragraph
> > that first mentioned then fused rings.  I had to
> > stop
> > eating to compose myself.  Then I got to the part
> > where Jon brought back the globe.  I had to
> > forceablly
> > stop myself from reading further.  I picked up
> > another
> > story to read (I RARELY do this) to calm myself
> > down.
> > After reading about 5 minutes of the other story,
> I
> > figured that I could finish your story.  I did but
> I
> > am glad I picked a secluded spot to read it.
> >
> > Next time I will believe you!
> >
> > Course I cried when they killed Spock in ST II
> (book
> > and movie) and when they Killed Supergirl in
> Crisis
> > series.
> >
> > ===
> > Mr. D8a
> > Philipians 4:8
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Thanks, James.

I think that has to be the greatest compliment that any writer could
receive.

Irene

--- James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> Irene,
> I'll have you know that several of your stories have
> had me choked up as well.
>
> --- "Irene D." <sirenegold@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> > James, you are so right here.  I *never* cry at
> > anything that I read
> > (movies are a different story) and I was
> practically
> > bawling like a
> > baby!  It's a beautiful story, and don't let the
> > fact that it's a
> > deathfic stop you from reading.  I *hate*
> deathfics
> > but this is
> > definitely the exception to that rule for me.
> > Trevise's whole series
> > is fantastic and I do hope that he continues
> writing
> > many, many more.
> >
> > Irene
> >
> > --- James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> > > A must read.  Hazel, forget about the tissues,
> you
> > > need a towel with this one.
> > >
> > > WARNING:
> > > If you have a heart of stone it will break!
> > > DO NOT READ THIS IN PUBLIC!  People will think
> you
> > > are
> > > a blubbering idiot!
> > > I am still choked up about it.
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > SPOILER SPACE
> > >
> > > Trevise,
> > >
> > > Man-you weren't kidding when you said it was a
> > > tear-jerker.  I made the mistake of taking it to
> > > lunch
> > > with me in the Corporate Cafeteria to finish
> > reading
> > > it.  It was all I could do to finish the
> paragraph
> > > that first mentioned then fused rings.  I had to
> > > stop
> > > eating to compose myself.  Then I got to the
> part
> > > where Jon brought back the globe.  I had to
> > > forceablly
> > > stop myself from reading further.  I picked up
> > > another
> > > story to read (I RARELY do this) to calm myself
> > > down.
> > > After reading about 5 minutes of the other
> story,
> > I
> > > figured that I could finish your story.  I did
> but
> > I
> > > am glad I picked a secluded spot to read it.
> > >
> > > Next time I will believe you!
> > >
> > > Course I cried when they killed Spock in ST II
> > (book
> > > and movie) and when they Killed Supergirl in
> > Crisis
> > > series.
> > >
> > > ===
> > > Mr. D8a
> > > Philipians 4:8
> > >
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Title: Starfire and Sunstorm, Chapter 7 - Starfire
Author: Irene Dutchak
Rating: G
Parts: 1
Feedback: All feedback, both public and private is welcome.
Summary:  Continuing sequel/prequel to "Firestorm".

Starfire and Sunstorm - 21 years old
Chapter 7 - Starfire

The organ music rose in a gentle crescendo cueing the action to begin.
It was time.

Lois took a deep breath, and braced herself before taking Jimmy's arm.
She glanced behind at her husband, handsome as always in his black
tuxedo.  He smiled in reassurance, and gave her a quick kiss on the
cheek.  Lois turned back to Jimmy.  "Let's go.  It's showtime."  To her
chagrin, her voice quavered, making a mockery of her show of bravado.

Lois was grateful for the support of her friend's arm as they marched
slowly and solemnly up the aisle.  She was also grateful for the solid
presence of her husband behind her.

Sam stood with Jon at his side at the front of the small chapel. Hot
tears filled Lois's eyes as she saw how unabashedly joyful he looked.
Her little boy. Her baby.  It was a bittersweet moment for Lois. She
loved Astrid. She had always loved her like a daughter.  But for one
brief moment, she felt as though Astrid were taking something very,
very precious from her.  Had Martha or Jonathan felt like that when she
had married Clark?  If they had, they had hidden it well.

Lois forced those stray thoughts from her and focused again on Sam's
joy.  She knew that this moment was inevitable, and, in fact, had been
inevitable ever since Astrid at only a week old had gripped Sam's
finger with her tiny fist.   And this moment was necessary; in fact,
not just necessary but all important for her family.  Lois still felt a
sense of awe that this moment in time would come to fruition in such a
wonderful way.  Lee.  But Lois couldn't allow herself to think about
Lee right now.

Lois thought back to her own wedding day, and the vows she and Clark
had exchanged.  They had kept those vows through good times and bad.
Lois had faith that Sam and Astrid would be able to do the same.

Jimmy stopped at the front of the chapel, and passed Lois back to Clark
who led her into place on the hard bench.

As Clark studied his son, standing so tall and proud as he waited for
his bride, his heart swelled with pride.  His son. A man. Clark thought
back to his own wedding day, and remembered all over again the joy he
had felt when Lois was finally, and forever, a permanent part of his
life. He could identify with Sam's thinly veiled impatience to have
Astrid achieve the same status in his own life.

Clark smiled to himself.  Why did this ceremony bear such significance?
 Lois had been linked to him long before their wedding day.  And Sam
and Astrid had been linked almost from the moment of her birth.  Maybe
it was the fact that the ceremony ensured that others knew of the bond.
 Could it be?  Was it possessiveness?  Clark shook his head.  He knew
better than to ever share those thoughts with Lois.  And thinking on it
further, he couldn't bring himself to believe that that was all there
was to it. No, it was the recognition that there was something more
than just the physical in the universe; there was an intangible side of
life that had to be recognised and acknowledged in this sacred way.

Clark thought back to his own wedding day, and the vows he and Lois had
exchanged.  They had kept those vows through good times and bad.  Clark
had faith that Sam and Astrid would be able to do the same.

As if in response to an invisible signal, the organ music swelled
heralding the approach of the bride and her father.  Jimmy moved slowly
to the front of the chapel, joining Sam and Jon.  The three of them
waited as first Vicky, then Marty came into view, leading the stately
procession.  Sam strained impatiently, anxious to glimpse his bride.

There she was.  She floated towards him in a cloud of shimmery
material.  A shaft of sunlight shone through one of the stained glass
windows directly upon her.  Her hair was aflame in the light.  Sam had
to remind himself to breathe for she was so beautiful, she literally
took his breath away.  Finally.  His bride.  His friend.  His lover.
He had waited for her, and longed for her, and lived for her, and
breathed for her, all for her, for so long.  He couldn't believe that
the end of his wait was in sight.  In a few minutes, she would be his
and his alone, always and forever, and he would be hers.  His star in
the sky who set his heart aflame. He vowed that he would always strive
to be her starfire too, to warm her, and shelter her, and guard her
>from all harm.

At that moment, Sam felt a reverence for her that he had never felt
before.  She had agreed to bind herself to him, to be there for better
and for worse, through good times and bad.  He felt humbled by the
depth of her devotion to him, and was grateful.

On her father's arm, Astrid only had eyes for one person.  Sam.  Her
friend.  Her love.  The one, the only one for her.  It had been a long
wait for this moment to arrive, but finally, this moment was now.  Her
whole life had been leading her to this time, and this place, to stand
with him in the sight of God and their community.  In a few minutes,
Sam would be hers and hers alone, always and forever, and she would be
his.  Her shining beacon who set her aflame.  She vowed to be a beacon
for him too, to care for him, protect him, and cherish him through all
their days to come.

At that moment, Astrid felt a rush of love for him sweep through her
entire being like she had never felt before.  He had agreed to bind
himself to her, to be there for better and for worse, through good
times and bad.  She was humbled by the depth of his devotion to her,
and was grateful.

Dr. Klein paused at the front of the chapel.  Sam moved forward, shook
his hand, and felt him transfer Astrid's hand to his arm.  Dr. Klein
stepped back and sat down.  He watched his daughter move forward to
stand in front of the minister.  His baby.  His little girl.  She was
too young. She was only eighteen.  His heart ached.  He had lost his
child.  In reality, he had lost her a long time ago. Almost at the same
time he had lost her mother. It had just taken him a while to realise
it.  She looked like her mother, her auburn hair shimmering in the
light.  As Dr. Klein watched the ceremony unfold, he was reminded of
his own wedding day.  Caroline, his bride, the light of his life, had
looked at him the way Astrid was looking at Sam.  A wave of sadness
swept over him.  It had been so long since Caroline died, since he had
held her hand or kissed her lips.  He missed her.  She would have been
-- no, not would have been -- she was proud today.  For one brief
shining moment, he could feel her presence beside him, the whisper of
her spirit touching him lightly in benediction.

Standing beside Sam, Jon still couldn't believe Sam was getting
married.  His brother? A husband?  Jon didn't feel ready for a
commitment like this.  He couldn't believe Sam was.  But as he saw how
Astrid looked at Sam, he was envious. No one had ever looked at him
that way. Would there ever be someone special in his life?  He didn't
know. He didn't even know if he wanted any one to have to share in his
secret, to live the life of an outsider with him.  It was hard not to
be resentful of Sam's relationship with Astrid.  It had been a sore
point for many years.  But at that moment, seeing his twin happier than
he had ever seen him before, Jon managed to do something he had been
struggling with for years.  He managed to forgive Sam for turning away
>from him to Astrid.  He managed to forgive Astrid for unconsciously
displacing him in Sam's affections. He even managed to partially
forgive himself for having harboured those bitter feelings.

As the wedding party moved to the side of the chapel to sign the
wedding register, Jimmy was focused on only one thing. Lee. His lost
love.  The one, the only one for him. This was the next step in the
process required to bring her to new life.  Jimmy regarded Astrid
serenely.  She was beautiful, but not as beautiful as his once and
future love.  His feelings were mixed.  He was overcome by the sense
that events were coming to pass as they were meant to. But his joy was
mixed with unrequited longing.  He could never be with his love again.
When she reached adulthood, he would be too old, and she would be too
vital to link herself with a doddering old fool. For one more long
moment, Jimmy saw Sam and Astrid only as tools to achieve this one,
singular purpose, but then he was able to push those bitter feelings
aside, and focus on them as individuals again. But oh, he was envious
of their happiness.  He was a fool.

"And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride."

Sam took his petite bride in his arms. "Always and forever," he
whispered.

"Always and forever," she echoed as their lips met.

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Way to go, Irene!  This was a beautiful addition to the S& S story!

Nan
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HEY, I resemble that remark. (but I do not have Texan
accent.  I have the nice but boring accent of the
midwest that is so sought after by most International
TV stations).

I specialize in Kitchen gadgets.  I loved it when
Clark makes a smoothie with his fingers.

I might have to use that in one of our much spoken of,
but not yet finished stories.

--- Lanita Cornwall <cornwall@WC.EDU> wrote:
> The lawyer I used when I went after more child
> support used this
> program.  He used to dictate memos to it and cuss a
> blue streak trying
> to make it understand his Texas accent.  He would
> have been much more
> productive with a microcassette recorder and a
> secretary with a
> dictaphone.  But boys and there toys...
>
> quinn

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Thanks, Nan,

I'm glad you approve! (g)

But will you approve of part 8?

Irene
(who is a little fearful of villagers storming her gates when she posts
the next part.)

--- Nancy Smith <deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET> wrote:
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Irene,

I read this too close to reading The End of the
Beginning.  ;.)

I'm all choked up again.

I hope you plan to combine all these chapters into one
file.

James
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Hi James,

--- James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> Irene,
>
> I read this too close to reading The End of the
> Beginning.  ;.)
>
> I'm all choked up again.

As I said before, this is a wonderful compliment that I've affected
your emotions in this way.
>
> I hope you plan to combine all these chapters into
> one
> file.

Absolutely.  As soon as I'm done chapter 10, (the end is in sight
--hooray!), I'll be submitting the whole thing to the archive.

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In a message dated 08/23/1999 2:02:21 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
sirenegold@YAHOO.COM writes:

<< I *never* cry at anything that I read >>

LOL, this from the author that makes me cry!!

(And yes, I was bawling at Trevise's story, too!)

--Laurie (Irene's #1 fan)
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Strangely enough, this is true, although I'll cry at a movie very, very
easily.

However, I bawled like a baby when I wrote the scene where Gramps died
in "Firestorm".

Irene

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> Daylight Time,
> sirenegold@YAHOO.COM writes:
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> << I *never* cry at anything that I read >>
>
> LOL, this from the author that makes me cry!!
>
> (And yes, I was bawling at Trevise's story, too!)
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> --Laurie (Irene's #1 fan)
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Way too much fore-shadowing Irene.

The villagers are going to get restless and storm the
castle anyway if you do not get it the rest of
chapters out-SOON!

James, who is normally patient but the anticipation of
dark writing only makes his anxiety higher!

--- "Irene D." <sirenegold@YAHOO.COM> wrote:

> I'm glad you approve! (g)
>
> But will you approve of part 8?
>
> Irene
> (who is a little fearful of villagers storming her
> gates when she posts
> the next part.)

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Okay, James, I'm post it shortly.
Irene

--- James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> Way too much fore-shadowing Irene.
>
> The villagers are going to get restless and storm
> the
> castle anyway if you do not get it the rest of
> chapters out-SOON!
>
> James, who is normally patient but the anticipation
> of
> dark writing only makes his anxiety higher!
>
>
>
> --- "Irene D." <sirenegold@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
>
> > I'm glad you approve! (g)
> >
> > But will you approve of part 8?
> >
> > Irene
> > (who is a little fearful of villagers storming her
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> > the next part.)
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Title: Starfire and Sunstorm - Chapter 8
Author: Irene Dutchak
Parts: 1
Rating: G
Feedback: All feedback, both public and private welcome.
Summary:  A continuing sequel/prequel to "Firestorm".

Starfire and Sunstorm - 24 years old
Chapter Eight - Rainstorm?/Tornado?/Porkchop?

Shadow the dog was not happy.  He sat at the base of the old oak tree,
peering up into the branches mournfully.  Why was his owner sitting up
so high on the top branch?  Didn't she know that he needed to be
scratched behind the ears?  Didn't she know that he needed his belly
rubbed?

Marty laughed at the plaintive expression on her dog's face so far
below.  His eyes pleaded, his tail drooped, and every aspect of his
body language shouted out his displeasure with her loud and clear.
However, when he saw that she was not coming down any time soon, he
gave up, stretched out, and was soon making little yipping noises in
his sleep.

The dog and his owner played out the same ritual most nights.  The top
of the tree was the best vantage point for surveying her farm, and that
was something Marty liked to do as much as possible.  Her farm.   A
thrill still ran through her every time she thought or said those
words.  It had been almost three years since she had moved to
Smallville full time, and had taken over the day to day operations.

Her parents had wanted her to take Jon up on his offer to send her to
university.  They had been quite adamant about it, but she had
declined.  She had been too anxious to take over.  She had opted
instead to take courses by correspondence over the computer.  It had
proven to be a lot easier on her.  She didn't have to sit in a
classroom for hours on end, learning material that she already knew.
No, she could do her reading and writing in a flash, and then e-mail it
in to be marked.  She only needed to show up once a semester to write
her final exams.  She was due to graduate in another month, and then
she would be free of school!

It had been exciting proving herself to the local farmers.  The
community had always made her feel welcome, but for her to actually run
the Kent farm, that was a different matter.   Farming was still
primarily a man's business -- at least in this small corner of the
world -- and Marty had to prove herself to be capable time and time
again.  Knowing how they felt about her dad, she had had an advantage
over other women. Or had she?  Even after so many years of visiting
Smallville every summer, and even after having lived here fulltime for
the past few years, Marty was still unsure as to whether the locals
actually knew her dad was Superman or not.  Too many snippets of
interesting, intriguing, half-heard, half-understood conversations over
the years prevented her from dismissing the possibility that her dad's
secret was out.  But at the same time, no one had ever said anything to
her directly that would lead her to believe that people did know.  It
was puzzling, but it wasn't something that she could confront directly.
'So, Sheriff Palmer.  When my dad took you to the prom, did you know he
was going to grow up to be Superman?'  Nah. Not a good idea.

That reminded her.  Ben Palmer was supposed to be home soon from
college.  Word was that he was going to set up a new veterinary
practice in town.  Good thing.  Ever since his dad was killed in that
car accident, the nearest vet was an hour's drive away.  It would be
nice to see him.  He and Marty had used to play together when they were
younger but Marty hadn't seen him for a few years.  Being on a
scholarship, he hadn't had the money to come home to visit his mom too
often.  It was too bad the local school didn't offer courses in
veterinary medicine. Marty had heard that he always got a job at the
college over the summer hiatus doing maintenance.  It would sure make
it easier for Rachel Palmer to have him at home.  She had been pretty
lonely the past few years without her husband and her son.  It would be
fun for Marty too.  He had been a good buddy to hang around with -- a
bit dorky, but good company.

Marty had been feeling a little lonely herself. Grandma and Papa were
gone now, and they were very much missed.  Marty smiled sadly to
herself, thinking of her grandparents.  They had been so pleased by the
changes she had just barely started to make at the time of their
deaths. They had told her how proud of her they were. Marty was so
grateful that they had both died peacefully in their sleep.  It had
been hard at the time.  Grandma had gone first, and Papa had followed
her only a week later, almost as if he didn't know how to be alone
anymore.  Poor Dad had been beside himself, but finally, even he had to
accept that this had been merciful and a kind way for his parents to
die. Sometimes, Marty felt as if she could still sense their presence
around her.   It was a comfort.

Marty turned her thoughts back to her major concern.  She was going to
be twenty-one in a week, and she needed to pick a name and design a
suit.

After Sam had been spotted flying around with Astrid a few years back,
and after all the tabloid fuss about two flying teenagers, Dad had set
out rules.  They were a bit strict but the kids adhered to them.  No
major rescues until they were twenty-one.  No passengers allowed until
they were twenty-one.  And, due to the swimsuits that Sam and Astrid
had been wearing when they were spotted, no flying unless wearing their
plain, black spandex outfits that Grandma had made for them.  Marty
didn't always follow that rule, like tonight.  But she had no intention
of leaving the farm, and she was keeping a good look-out.  Luckily,
Grandma had taught Marty and her brothers and sister to sew so they
could all make their own outfits.

Sam and Jon's outfits were great.  Jon wore a one-piece golden suit,
with Dad's 'S' crest on the front.  His cape was an abstract mix of
gold, black, and red.  He looked like a bonfire.  Sam's was bright
silver, also with Dad's 'S' crest. His cape was an abstract mix of
silver, black, and red.  The two of them looked absolutely fantastic
when they wore their suits.

Her brothers' names were cool too.  She thought back to Sam and Jon's
twenty-first birthday party.  Sam was so smooth the way he came up with
his name. Yeah, as if he actually needed to score *more* points with
Astrid.  She had already been head-over-heels for Sam, and then for him
to tell her what he did... Marty could still hear it.

"Astrid, in Latin, your name means 'star' and you're the star in my
sky. You set me on fire with love for you.  In honour of that love, I
pick the name, Starfire."

Astrid had said, "ooh" and "aah" and had thrown herself into Sam's
arms.  Big surprise there!  And it had been no surprise when they had
told everyone that they were getting married.  Marty would have thought
that Mom or Dad, or Uncle Bernie would have protested a bit that they
were too young, but no, they hadn't.  They hadn't even asked them to
wait until Sam was done school, although he had.  How come her mom and
dad had pressured her to go to school full time, but Uncle Bernie
hadn't with Astrid?  Marty shook herself.  She was getting angry again
and it wasn't worth it.  But the whole situation seemed so unfair.  Sam
and Astrid had been treated differently, and she still couldn't
understand why.  Oh well, at least Astrid had gone on to school too.
She was due to graduate soon also.

Marty forced herself to calm down.  Oh, she was lonely.  She didn't
really have time to make new friends, and she ended up keeping to
herself a lot. And her brother had married her best friend who never
called, who never wrote, who never ... Oh!  Just forget it!  It was
hard to let it go though.  It hurt.

Jon didn't seem to let it affect him.  But it was different for him.
He was Sam's twin, not one of Astrid's best friends.  And Jon lived
close by to them.  He didn't wait for an invitation but just dropped in
when he felt like it.

Jon hadn't really known what name to pick.  He had finally picked
Sunstorm because he wanted the 'storm' part to tie in to Firestorm's
name.  Now that had been a really cool revelation!  Marty remembered
how upset her mom and dad had been when the tabloids had started
speculating if the new super-dudes were the result of a marriage
between Superman and Firestorm.  For the longest time, Mom and Dad
wouldn't tell their kids who Firestorm actually was.  The TV stations
had dug out all their old footage of Firestorm, and the tabloids had
written all sorts of juicy, gossipy articles linking her to Superman.
It had been so neat when Mom and Dad had finally explained that she was
>from the future, and that she had come back to help her ancestors
conceive children.  It would have been even better if Firestorm had
told them who she was descended from, but she obviously hadn't as Mom
and Dad didn't say. Marty grinned as she remembered the flurry of
controversy.  It would probably start all over again when she made her
own public debut.  Just as long as the tabloids didn't start
speculating about Superman with Vixen again. That had really set her
mom off!

Anyway, her brothers' names and costumes were really great but that
didn't help Marty with her problem.  She wanted a name that would have
some kind of personal meaning for her.  Earthfire?  Nah. Nothing really
wrong with it, but it just didn't seem to work somehow. Hmmm. 'Storm' -
what went well with it?  Duststorm? Windstorm? Rainstorm? Thunderstorm?
No, no, no, and no.  Maybe Tornado?  No, Dad already called Mom his
little Tornado, and it might get confusing.  Plus, Marty had seen the
kind of damage a real tornado could do, and she wanted no part of that.

Marty put her problem aside for a moment to survey the barn.  She could
hear the rustling of her chickens' feathers as they shifted in their
sleep.  She could hear the snorting snores of her pigs.  And she could
hear the soft, breathy sounds of her cattle. She grinned to herself.
How many other farmers got all aflutter listening to their stock sleep?
 She had a feeling that she just might be unique in that regard!

Hmmm.  Farmerwoman?  Chickengirl? Porkchop? Now she was getting plain
silly!

Hey, what the...?

As she watched, Starfire swooped down to the front porch of her house
and knocked loudly.  Shadow jumped to his feet, confused as he hadn't
heard anyone coming, and started barking wildly.

"I'm up here," she called.

Her brother jumped into the air, scooped her off her perch and swung
her exuberantly through the air.

"Sam?!  What the heck?"

"Marty!  I'm going to be a father!"

Marty whooped and swung him around her in turn. They stopped in
mid-air, hovering in front of each other, bobbing up and down lightly
in the breeze.

"This is so cool!  How's Astrid feeling?"

"Excited and a little scared."

"And how about you?"

"Excited and a lot scared!" Sam grinned at her.  "I want to get back to
her, but I had to come and tell you."

"I'm so happy for you," Marty said sincerely, her past anger all but
forgotten.

"Come and see us?  Astrid shouldn't fly with me for a while."

"I'll pop in tomorrow sometime."

"Great!"  He gave Marty one more giant bear hug, and darted away.

Marty floated gently down to earth, climbed the steps of the porch and
sat down on the swing. Shadow ran to her, jumped up beside her, and
stretched out with his head in her lap.  Her brother.  A father?  And
Astrid was going to be a mom?  The whole thing seemed pretty unreal to
her.  It would be nice to go visit though.  It was nice to know that
Astrid missed her.

She smiled, and returned to thinking about a name as she idly stroked
her dog's head.

Maybe if she thought of the costume first, she would be able to come up
with a name.  Did she want bright colours like her dad and her
brothers?  No. It would make it harder to fly to and away from the farm
without being seen.  She was basically happy with her plain old black
spandex outfit and wasn't in a hurry to trade it in for something
different.  Maybe she would make her new outfit in a mix of black and
grey.  That would work.  She could make a really cool abstract design.
Did she want to keep the hood?  Yes, she did.  She didn't want to have
to wear glasses in her everyday life.  They would get too dirty when
she did the manual labour that the farm demanded.  And her blondish
hair was hard to disguise.  Marty didn't want to flaunt her secret
identity; she wanted to keep to the shadows, and stay as unnoticed as
possible.   The shadows!  Shadow!  Her hand froze, resting on the dog's
fur.

"What do you say, boy?  Shadow?  Should we share the same name?" she
asked, with a grin.

The dog sat up at the mention of his name, and nudged her hand with his
nose, silently begging her to resume petting him.

"You like that, huh?  You know what, boy. I think I do too."

End of chapter 8

I feel terrible. I always swore that I would never kill off any more
characters, but ... I just couldn't see me keeping Martha and Jonathan
alive forever.  It just wasn't within the realm of possibility.  I
tried not mentioning them, but my trusty editor (Hi Laurie!) wouldn't
let me get away with that so ... Blame it all on her!! (Just kidding,
Laurie!)

And yes, my own dog's name is Shadow, and I'm typing this one handed as
I pet him.

Irene

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Irene - great story - keep it coming - I can't wait for the last 2
episodes.  I liked S &S 8 also.  Kind of sad though - marty needs to get
out of her stooper.
merry

Irene D. wrote:

> Title: Starfire and Sunstorm, Chapter 7 - Starfire
> Author: Irene Dutchak
> Rating: G
> Parts: 1
> Feedback: All feedback, both public and private is welcome.
> Summary:  Continuing sequel/prequel to "Firestorm".
>
> Starfire and Sunstorm - 21 years old
> Chapter 7 - Starfire
>
> The organ music rose in a gentle crescendo cueing the action to begin.
> It was time.
>
> Lois took a deep breath, and braced herself before taking Jimmy's arm.
> She glanced behind at her husband, handsome as always in his black
> tuxedo.  He smiled in reassurance, and gave her a quick kiss on the
> cheek.  Lois turned back to Jimmy.  "Let's go.  It's showtime."  To her
> chagrin, her voice quavered, making a mockery of her show of bravado.
>
> Lois was grateful for the support of her friend's arm as they marched
> slowly and solemnly up the aisle.  She was also grateful for the solid
> presence of her husband behind her.
>
> Sam stood with Jon at his side at the front of the small chapel. Hot
> tears filled Lois's eyes as she saw how unabashedly joyful he looked.
> Her little boy. Her baby.  It was a bittersweet moment for Lois. She
> loved Astrid. She had always loved her like a daughter.  But for one
> brief moment, she felt as though Astrid were taking something very,
> very precious from her.  Had Martha or Jonathan felt like that when she
> had married Clark?  If they had, they had hidden it well.
>
> Lois forced those stray thoughts from her and focused again on Sam's
> joy.  She knew that this moment was inevitable, and, in fact, had been
> inevitable ever since Astrid at only a week old had gripped Sam's
> finger with her tiny fist.   And this moment was necessary; in fact,
> not just necessary but all important for her family.  Lois still felt a
> sense of awe that this moment in time would come to fruition in such a
> wonderful way.  Lee.  But Lois couldn't allow herself to think about
> Lee right now.
>
> Lois thought back to her own wedding day, and the vows she and Clark
> had exchanged.  They had kept those vows through good times and bad.
> Lois had faith that Sam and Astrid would be able to do the same.
>
> Jimmy stopped at the front of the chapel, and passed Lois back to Clark
> who led her into place on the hard bench.
>
> As Clark studied his son, standing so tall and proud as he waited for
> his bride, his heart swelled with pride.  His son. A man. Clark thought
> back to his own wedding day, and remembered all over again the joy he
> had felt when Lois was finally, and forever, a permanent part of his
> life. He could identify with Sam's thinly veiled impatience to have
> Astrid achieve the same status in his own life.
>
> Clark smiled to himself.  Why did this ceremony bear such significance?
>  Lois had been linked to him long before their wedding day.  And Sam
> and Astrid had been linked almost from the moment of her birth.  Maybe
> it was the fact that the ceremony ensured that others knew of the bond.
>  Could it be?  Was it possessiveness?  Clark shook his head.  He knew
> better than to ever share those thoughts with Lois.  And thinking on it
> further, he couldn't bring himself to believe that that was all there
> was to it. No, it was the recognition that there was something more
> than just the physical in the universe; there was an intangible side of
> life that had to be recognised and acknowledged in this sacred way.
>
> Clark thought back to his own wedding day, and the vows he and Lois had
> exchanged.  They had kept those vows through good times and bad.  Clark
> had faith that Sam and Astrid would be able to do the same.
>
> As if in response to an invisible signal, the organ music swelled
> heralding the approach of the bride and her father.  Jimmy moved slowly
> to the front of the chapel, joining Sam and Jon.  The three of them
> waited as first Vicky, then Marty came into view, leading the stately
> procession.  Sam strained impatiently, anxious to glimpse his bride.
>
> There she was.  She floated towards him in a cloud of shimmery
> material.  A shaft of sunlight shone through one of the stained glass
> windows directly upon her.  Her hair was aflame in the light.  Sam had
> to remind himself to breathe for she was so beautiful, she literally
> took his breath away.  Finally.  His bride.  His friend.  His lover.
> He had waited for her, and longed for her, and lived for her, and
> breathed for her, all for her, for so long.  He couldn't believe that
> the end of his wait was in sight.  In a few minutes, she would be his
> and his alone, always and forever, and he would be hers.  His star in
> the sky who set his heart aflame. He vowed that he would always strive
> to be her starfire too, to warm her, and shelter her, and guard her
> from all harm.
>
> At that moment, Sam felt a reverence for her that he had never felt
> before.  She had agreed to bind herself to him, to be there for better
> and for worse, through good times and bad.  He felt humbled by the
> depth of her devotion to him, and was grateful.
>
> On her father's arm, Astrid only had eyes for one person.  Sam.  Her
> friend.  Her love.  The one, the only one for her.  It had been a long
> wait for this moment to arrive, but finally, this moment was now.  Her
> whole life had been leading her to this time, and this place, to stand
> with him in the sight of God and their community.  In a few minutes,
> Sam would be hers and hers alone, always and forever, and she would be
> his.  Her shining beacon who set her aflame.  She vowed to be a beacon
> for him too, to care for him, protect him, and cherish him through all
> their days to come.
>
> At that moment, Astrid felt a rush of love for him sweep through her
> entire being like she had never felt before.  He had agreed to bind
> himself to her, to be there for better and for worse, through good
> times and bad.  She was humbled by the depth of his devotion to her,
> and was grateful.
>
> Dr. Klein paused at the front of the chapel.  Sam moved forward, shook
> his hand, and felt him transfer Astrid's hand to his arm.  Dr. Klein
> stepped back and sat down.  He watched his daughter move forward to
> stand in front of the minister.  His baby.  His little girl.  She was
> too young. She was only eighteen.  His heart ached.  He had lost his
> child.  In reality, he had lost her a long time ago. Almost at the same
> time he had lost her mother. It had just taken him a while to realise
> it.  She looked like her mother, her auburn hair shimmering in the
> light.  As Dr. Klein watched the ceremony unfold, he was reminded of
> his own wedding day.  Caroline, his bride, the light of his life, had
> looked at him the way Astrid was looking at Sam.  A wave of sadness
> swept over him.  It had been so long since Caroline died, since he had
> held her hand or kissed her lips.  He missed her.  She would have been
> -- no, not would have been -- she was proud today.  For one brief
> shining moment, he could feel her presence beside him, the whisper of
> her spirit touching him lightly in benediction.
>
> Standing beside Sam, Jon still couldn't believe Sam was getting
> married.  His brother? A husband?  Jon didn't feel ready for a
> commitment like this.  He couldn't believe Sam was.  But as he saw how
> Astrid looked at Sam, he was envious. No one had ever looked at him
> that way. Would there ever be someone special in his life?  He didn't
> know. He didn't even know if he wanted any one to have to share in his
> secret, to live the life of an outsider with him.  It was hard not to
> be resentful of Sam's relationship with Astrid.  It had been a sore
> point for many years.  But at that moment, seeing his twin happier than
> he had ever seen him before, Jon managed to do something he had been
> struggling with for years.  He managed to forgive Sam for turning away
> from him to Astrid.  He managed to forgive Astrid for unconsciously
> displacing him in Sam's affections. He even managed to partially
> forgive himself for having harboured those bitter feelings.
>
> As the wedding party moved to the side of the chapel to sign the
> wedding register, Jimmy was focused on only one thing. Lee. His lost
> love.  The one, the only one for him. This was the next step in the
> process required to bring her to new life.  Jimmy regarded Astrid
> serenely.  She was beautiful, but not as beautiful as his once and
> future love.  His feelings were mixed.  He was overcome by the sense
> that events were coming to pass as they were meant to. But his joy was
> mixed with unrequited longing.  He could never be with his love again.
> When she reached adulthood, he would be too old, and she would be too
> vital to link herself with a doddering old fool. For one more long
> moment, Jimmy saw Sam and Astrid only as tools to achieve this one,
> singular purpose, but then he was able to push those bitter feelings
> aside, and focus on them as individuals again. But oh, he was envious
> of their happiness.  He was a fool.
>
> "And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.
> You may kiss the bride."
>
> Sam took his petite bride in his arms. "Always and forever," he
> whispered.
>
> "Always and forever," she echoed as their lips met.
>
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In a message dated 8/23/99 2:27:33 PM EST, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes:

<< I specialize in Kitchen gadgets.  I loved it when
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I would say something about that smoothie scene but i won't! ;X  All i can
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On Mon, 23 Aug 1999 13:24:48 -0700 "Irene D." <sirenegold@YAHOO.COM>
wrote:

> I feel terrible. I always swore that I would never kill off any more
characters, but... I just couldn't see me keeping Martha and Jonathan
alive forever. It just wasn't within the realm of possibility. I tried
not mentioning them, but my trusty editor (Hi Laurie!) wouldn't let me
get away with that so... Blame it all on her!! (Just kidding, Laurie!)
<

Don't feel so bad, Irene. Life is like that. You're telling a tale of
the third and fourth generation of the Kent/El family and, that far
down the track, the _first_ generation is going to come to an end. At
least Martha and Jonathan got to see their grandchildren grow up and,
in Sam's case, get married. I'm sure they would have liked to live long
enough to see Lee born, but they knew it was going to happen, and that
would be enough, I'm sure.

I find it both very appropriate and wistful that you have Jonathan pass
away barely a week after Martha. Some people might think that rather
cliched, but not me: my family has a history of that sort of thing,
coupled with a knack of hanging on for certain important events and
then letting go quietly -- both my grandmother and mother did it. A
week might be a little short a time, or perhaps not.

> And yes, my own dog's name is Shadow, and I'm typing this one handed
as I pet him. <

But does he know what evil lurks in your heart? <g> Marty better be
prepared for that one. Will her costume include a red scarf? And how's
her spine-chilling laugh? <bg>

Phil
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Hi Phil,

It's always nice to hear from you -- especially when you say nice
things. (g)

I'm glad you approve of how I "killed" off Martha and Jonathan.  My
family also, has been very fortunate on the whole as to the manner in
which family members die.  Lots and lots of them died in their sleep,
or just dropped dead -- not fun for the survivors, but an infinitely
merciful way to go!  A week is definitely not too short a time.  One of
my friend's aunts dropped dead during her husband's funeral and there
had been no prior illness!

I thought about including a joke about the old "Shadow" character, and
decided against it.  You've changed my mind (g) so look for a very
off-handed mention of it when this piece finally arrives at the
archive.  No red scarf though!

Irene

--- Phillip Atcliffe <Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK> wrote:
> On Mon, 23 Aug 1999 13:24:48 -0700 "Irene D."
> <sirenegold@YAHOO.COM>
> wrote:
>
> > I feel terrible. I always swore that I would never
> kill off any more
> characters, but... I just couldn't see me keeping
> Martha and Jonathan
> alive forever. It just wasn't within the realm of
> possibility. I tried
> not mentioning them, but my trusty editor (Hi
> Laurie!) wouldn't let me
> get away with that so... Blame it all on her!! (Just
> kidding, Laurie!)
> <
>
> Don't feel so bad, Irene. Life is like that. You're
> telling a tale of
> the third and fourth generation of the Kent/El
> family and, that far
> down the track, the _first_ generation is going to
> come to an end. At
> least Martha and Jonathan got to see their
> grandchildren grow up and,
> in Sam's case, get married. I'm sure they would have
> liked to live long
> enough to see Lee born, but they knew it was going
> to happen, and that
> would be enough, I'm sure.
>
> I find it both very appropriate and wistful that you
> have Jonathan pass
> away barely a week after Martha. Some people might
> think that rather
> cliched, but not me: my family has a history of that
> sort of thing,
> coupled with a knack of hanging on for certain
> important events and
> then letting go quietly -- both my grandmother and
> mother did it. A
> week might be a little short a time, or perhaps not.
>
> > And yes, my own dog's name is Shadow, and I'm
> typing this one handed
> as I pet him. <
>
> But does he know what evil lurks in your heart? <g>
> Marty better be
> prepared for that one. Will her costume include a
> red scarf? And how's
> her spine-chilling laugh? <bg>
>
> Phil
> ------------------------------------------------------------------
> "We gotta get out into Space / If it's the last
> thing we ever do!"
>    -- Return to the Forbidden Planet
> A sentiment echoed by Phil Atcliffe
> (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk)
>

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Hi, Irene. Was the Rachel "Palmer" in your story the same as Rachel Harris,
the sheriff? Was just wondering. :-)

I'm LOVING the series so much, but I have one complaint....the episodes are
too short!! I know, I know, I'm greedy. I admit it! I just am fascinated
with this family and would be happy with an entire epic, although I'm sure
that you aren't interested in writing something THAT involved (darn <bg>).

Can't wait for chapter 9!! Btw, I love the idea of there being an oblique
reference to the Shadow. Should be fun to look for in the archive version.

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Irene,

I liked the Shadow name too.  The old Shadow when
through my mind as well.

I seriously thought that it would be Shadow Wind or
Shadow Walker.

James
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If We Could Live Our Lives Over
by Christine Carr
c.carr@virgin.net

This introductory note to my latest fanfic is so long that I decided
to give it a message all of its own.  :)

I'm sure that I don't need to remind anyone that Lois, Clark,
Tempus and Wells are not mine (though I do lay claim to
Rachelle, Prof Carrington, Clarice, Sylvie, Sinead and
Monro), and no harm is meant by their use.  This is for fun,
and no attempt is being made to infringe any existing
copyrights held by December 3rd Productions, Warner
Bros, D C Comics, or any one else.

In addition to the usual disclaimers, I would like to say that
none of my characters is based on anyone real, living or dead,
and this applies particularly to H G Wells <g>.  I am very
uneasy about writing about 'real' people, but since the series
did it first, I hope that I may be forgiven in this one instance.
Besides, I think it is widely accepted that the world in which Lois
and Clark live is not our own, so it is not our world's H G about whom
I'm writing.  I have, however, made use of a few facts about "our" H G
Wells's life for the purpose of this tale.  First, he did live in
Hanover Terrace, second, he destroyed a lot of personal correspondence
in 1940, fearing a Nazi invasion of Britain, and third, he gave a
lecture in San Francisco on 8 November of that year.  Any other
details about the man, not established in the show's canon, come from
my own fevered imagination.

My fevered imagination is also responsible for dreaming up
the mechanics of the time travel used in this story.  I claim no
expertise in this field whatsoever!  I hope that they make some
sort of sense.

Thanks Irene for reading this through for me and saying nice things!
(My apologies to the rest of the list for distracting her. . .)

Oh, and a final comment.  I have written about Alt Clark and
his Lois.  There is already a fine body of fanfic detailing how
they might have met, so this story doesn't even attempt to
cover that ground.  I did want to see them together and
happy, though, so please just take it as read that they have
triumphed over all obstacles, and have found each other at
last, okay?

Enough from me.  Now on with the story!  See part one...

Chris
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TITLE: If We Could Live Our Lives Over
PART: 1/11
AUTHOR: Christine Carr (c.carr@virgin.net)
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SUMMARY: When H G Wells visits Alt Clark and his Lois, he tells them
the story of how Tempus escaped from 1866 and offer them the chance
to change history.

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If We Could Live Our Lives Over
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Saturday, 17 April, 1999
Alternative Metropolis, New Troy
*****************************

Clark Kent, better known to the world at large as Superman,
sprawled across the couch in a semi-recumbent position.
Snuggled against his chest, engrossed in the final pages of a
copy of The Count Of Monte Cristo, was his wife of eleven
months, Lois Lane.  Clark was content to watch Lois as she
read, finding his own pleasure in the feel of her as she lay in
his arms.  He absentmindedly stroked her abdomen with one
hand, thinking of the new life that was growing there.  Her
pregnancy didn't show yet, and, until it did, it would remain
their secret.  There would be time enough in the future for
them to deal with the inevitable interest that would follow any
announcement.  He remembered all too clearly the media frenzy
that had accompanied first their engagement, and,
subsequently, their wedding and honeymoon: the longer they
could hold off its sequel, the better.

The affectionate gesture distracted Lois's attention away from
Alexandre Dumas and she glanced up at Clark.  She smiled as
she said, "You're pleased about the baby, aren't you."

It was not a question, but he answered it anyway.  "You know
I am.  I love you, you know, Mrs Kent."  He leaned forward
and lightly kissed the top of her head.

She batted playfully at his chest with the hand that wasn't
holding the book and said lightly, "Ms Lane," as she turned
her gaze back to the text.  For the benefit of the world, they
had agreed that Lois should keep her maiden name on the
grounds that it offered a small measure of protection against
the attention that was sometimes lavished upon the human
half of the famous couple.

"Ms Lane," he agreed, a smile in his voice.

"That's better," she said absently, her thoughts already back
on the story.

They lapsed back into a companionable silence that Lois
broke five minutes later.  With a satisfying thump of paper,
she closed the book and said, "Done!"

"You finished it?"

"Uh, huh."

"Well, finally!"  A teasing note crept into Clark's words.

"And what do you mean by that?" demanded Lois.

"Oh, nothing," he replied, the teasing note growing louder.
"It's just, I thought that we were never going to have a
conversation again!"

"Clark!  It took me one week, in amongst everything else.
That's pretty fast for a book this size.  And I have been
talking to you."

"Really."  The word was said indulgently, but it nonetheless
conveyed his scepticism.

Lois guiltily recognised that she had indeed been absorbed in
the trials and tribulations of the tale's eponymous hero.  She'd
started it originally for wont of something to do when Clark
had left to help with some earthquake relief work in Asia, but
the book had been so compulsive that she had been loath to
put it aside after his return.  Her guilt at having ignored Clark
translated into a faint defensiveness.  "Just because you could read
it in five seconds flat!"

"Can I help it if I'm fast?"

She suddenly laughed, her momentary anger dissipating like
an early morning mist burned away by the sun.  "I guess you
can't, at that.  But, Clark, you must remember to make
allowances for us mere humans, you know."

"'Mere'?" he queried.  "I have never, not even for one
moment, thought that there was anything 'mere' about you!"

Lois recognised the truth of the statement.  "Tell me again,"
she said, "how I was so special, that you hunted to the ends of
the Earth to find me."

"Don't you ever get tired of hearing that story?" he asked.

"No," she said coquettishly.

"All right, then," he said, thinking to himself that he never
tired of telling it, either.   He paused, gathering the words he
wanted together.  Then, softly, he began.  "Lois," he said,
"you are the other half of my soul.  Without you, I was alone,
and lonely.  I needed to find you, the other half of myself, so I
hunted for you.  I looked everywhere, and even after my hope had died,
I kept on looking."

Lois shifted her position, turning in his embrace so that she
could see his face and the soft sincerity in his eyes.

"And then, one day--"

The doorbell cut through Clark's recitation, wrecking the
intimate mood they had been creating.

Fleetingly, Clark wondered if they could ignore the
disturbance, but decided that the idea was unworthy of
Superman.  Sometimes living up to the image he wanted to
portray was very trying.  He pulled down his glasses and
raised his eyebrows as he saw who his guest was.  No matter
that the man was always closely followed by chaos, Clark
owed him several debts of gratitude.  More importantly, he
actually liked him.

Clark eased himself out from beneath his wife, saying, "I'll get
it," as he did so.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"You'll see," he answered mysteriously.

She mock scowled at him in return.  "Oh, come on, Clark!
Give me a clue."

"Okay," he said.  "Who brought us together?"

Her eyes widened in pleased astonishment as the implications
of his statement sank in. He knew that, like him, she would
always welcome this particular visitor into their home.

Clark smiled broadly in welcome as he opened the front door
and invited H G Wells to enter.  Wells was noticeably older
than Clark remembered, but the self-deprecating half-smile
and the twinkling eyes were just the same as they had been on
the other occasions when they had met.  "Mr Wells!  How are
you?  What brings you here?  Come in!"

"Mr Kent," said Wells.  "It's a pleasure to see you again."

Clark stood back to allow Wells to pass.

Wells's eyes lit upon Lois who had belatedly followed Clark
into the hall, and who was now hovering near the entrance to
the living room.  "My dear!" he exclaimed.  "You look
positively radiant!  Pregnancy evidently suits you."

Lois opened her mouth to ask how Wells knew about the
child, but closed it again as she realised that being a time
traveller undoubtedly had its advantages.  Instead she just
said, "Thank you.  Won't you come on through?"

Wells made small talk, asking how life had been treating them
over the last year or so, while Clark made coffee.  Only when
they were all settled comfortably, and when he was certain
that he had their full attention, did he finally get around to
telling them of the reason for his visit.

"I wish to talk to you about Tempus.  You see, I have
recently ascertained certain facts of a rather disquieting
nature."

Lois sighed, a long and drawn-out exhalation that clearly
conveyed her resignation that her husband was about to be
called away on business.  She spoke for both of them when
she asked, "What's Tempus done now?  What do you want
Clark to do this time?"

"Why, nothing, my dear.  That's not what I meant at all."

Lois and Clark both raised their eyebrows in surprise.  "Go
on, Mr Wells," prompted Lois.

"You are, I believe, familiar with Tempus's history, in as
much as you know how I was foolish enough to bring him
back from the future, and how he hijacked my time machine,
forcing me to take it to Smallville, 1966, so that he could try
to kill the young Clark Kent of my world?"

Clark nodded.  "Yes.  Lois -- the other Lois -- told me about
it.  As I recall, you stranded Tempus somewhere in the past."

"Kansas City, 1866, to be precise.  The next time I
encountered Tempus was when I first met you, Mr Kent.  I
wondered at the time how it was that a man I had left in an
insane asylum had achieved so much in what, for him, was a
very short space of time.  He had escaped, clearly received
some education, and he had built his own time machine.  I
have recently come to understand, however, how this
unfortunate sequence of events came about, and I realise that
my responsibility for Tempus's actions extends far beyond our
original encounter.

"You see, I wrote it all down in this manuscript."  Wells held
up a bundle of papers, bound together with cardboard and
string.  "I recently rediscovered it as I was destroying some
personal papers, and as I looked through it, I found myself
wondering. . . I did some investigating, and I now realise that
this is the key that unlocked -- will unlock -- the door to
Tempus's cell.  Yet, from my point of view, the manuscript is
as yet undiscovered, and that event lies in my future.  I am
consequently forced to wonder if its destruction will prevent
the events which occurred subsequent to his imprisonment."

Clark and Lois exchanged glances.  "But those things have
already happened, at least from our point of view, so. . .  Are
you talking about changing our history, Mr Wells?" asked
Clark.  "Can you do that?"

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure.  At the moment, what I
wish to determine is whether or not the attempt should be
made.  Tempus is, as you have learned to your cost, a monster
in human form.  If he can be stopped, would it not be
advisable to make the attempt?"

Clark did not have a ready answer to that question: the
ramifications of tampering with time were unclear.  Before he
could make an informed decision, he needed more
information.

Meanwhile, Lois was asking, "Wouldn't the simplest thing be
for you to go back in time and stop yourself from bringing
Tempus back in the first place?"

"Oh no," said Wells.  "That would never do.  You see, in the
other dimension, Jonathan and Martha Kent found the baby
Kal-El in the evening.  However, in actual fact, the craft
landed in the afternoon.  If Tempus had not tried to kill the
child, we would not have discovered the historical
discrepancy, and the adult Clark would not have been able to
alert them to the child's arrival."

"So, you're saying that if Tempus had not tampered with
history, the Kents would not have found the child?" Lois asked
sceptically.

Wells nodded.  "Correct, my dear.  History demands
Tempus's arrival in that place and time."

Clark frowned and said, "And in this dimension?  Did Tempus
tamper here, too?"

"Not in that particular instance.  Apparently, the time of the
craft's arrival is one of the slight variations that serve to
differentiate the two dimensions.  However, he did tamper in
other ways -- as you well know."

Lois and Clark nodded.

Wells continued, "And that is why I have come to you now.
Perhaps it is merely selfishness that prompts me to unburden
myself to you, although I hope that I have some nobler
motives than that.  You see, of all the people whose lives
Tempus touched, you have been the most innocent and the
most wronged.  The history he changed in this dimension was
not even his own.  He experimented with your lives to see if
he could determine the most efficacious manner in which to
harm your counterparts.  Yet, in comparison to what he did to
your lives, he merely inconvenienced them."

"How do you mean?" Lois asked.

"In my dimension, Tempus first sought to destroy Superman
by killing him.  In this world however, he sought to destroy
the hero through more insidious and indirect means.  He
attacked those closest to you, those who might have offered
support and encouragement."

"My parents. . ." breathed Clark as the implications of Wells's
words sank in. "Tempus. . . killed them?"

"I'm afraid so, my boy," replied Wells, compassion writ large
on his face.

"I. . . I had wondered, but. . ." he trailed off.

Lois walked over and put her arms around him, offering her
support.  "It's okay, Clark," she said, offering the platitude
more to comfort him than because she believed it.

"After everything he did to you, how can you say that?" Clark
asked.

Lois shrugged slightly, and shifted the conversation away
>from the sensitive subject area.  "Go on, Mr Wells," she said.

He nodded.  "My story begins with a young woman named
Rachelle."

(cont in part 2)
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SUMMARY: When H G Wells visits Alt Clark and his Lois, he tells them
the story of how Tempus escaped from 1866 and offer them the chance to
change history.

*****************************
Thursday, 29 May, 2273
Houston, Texas
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Rachelle was tall and slender.  She had hair so dark that it was
almost black, and brown eyes that could shift from laughter to
anger in a moment.  Other people variously described her as
beautiful, brilliant, stubborn, wayward, and opinionated.
Rachelle, herself, would have said that she was the black
sheep of an illustrious family, were it not for the fact that she
found living up to their reputation to be a rather daunting task.  She
did her best to make sure that the connection was not noticed in the
first place.

She was much given to enthusiasms, jumping from one
interest to another at regular intervals, but never sticking to
any for long.  It was the pursuit of one such enthusiasm that,
on a hot day in early summer, imbued her with enough energy
to run across campus when the other students could barely
find enough energy to walk.  For Rachelle, the combination of
the charismatic Professor Carrington and the lure of twenty-
second century history had proved irresistible enough to
persuade her to enrol for summer school, and she was
determined not to be late for class.

If that combination was not heady enough, today's lecture,
more than any other on the course, fired her imagination.  For
as long as she could remember, she had been taught the
history of the Kent dynasty.  Most of it was fairly
straightforward -- a string of dates and events to be
memorised -- but there was one aspect of the story that she
found fascinating, and one character above all others who
intrigued her.

Tempus.  He was a colourful man of mystery.  An adventurer,
he had travelled through time on a whim.

To hear about him from Professor Carrington was almost too
good to be true.  Carrington wasn't like the other members of
the faculty.  He brought the past to vivid life when he talked.
Listening to him was not like study at all.  It was pleasure.

All this ran through Rachelle's mind as she reached the
entrance of the main teaching block and waited for the
automatic doors to sense her presence before she passed
through into the shaded corridor beyond.  The cooler air there
was pleasant after the searing sun outside, and she took the
briefest of rests to savour its feel as she waited for her eyes to
adjust to the dimmer lighting levels of the building's interior. Then
she headed down the corridor to the main auditorium, and entered.

The lecture theatre was light and airy, with a frosted glass
ceiling that diffused the harsh sunlight as it entered.  She made her
way down the steps to the front row of desks and chose one which would
provide her with the best view.  She set up her small holographic
recorder, then she sat down to wait for the lecture to begin.

Spellbound, Rachelle sat through the class, leaning forward in
her seat, hanging on to every word that Carrington spoke.  He
began by giving a straightforward summary of Tempus's life --
or as straightforward as any tale could be when its hero
jumped in and out of time.  Pacing across the auditorium's
stage, he said, "Tempus, born Warren Tempus, in the year
2158, was a bright individual.  As a student, he excelled at
history, and he was channelled into pursuing a career as a
teacher in that field, though only because he lacked any self-
direction , drive, or interest of his own. . .  At the age of
twenty-seven, he met and married Alicia Jones.  He was
thirty-two when his daughter Clarice Tempus-Jones was born.
He left his family some seven or eight years later: the final
separation following an attempt at reconciliation which lasted
for a period of six weeks. . ."

As Rachelle listened, she suddenly experienced a huge sense
of kinship with Tempus.  She, too, lacked direction, and found
losing herself in earlier eras more fun than living in her own.
It was ironic, however, that, while Tempus had dismissed his
own century as being of little or no interest, to her it was the
source of enormous fascination.

"Tempus's favourite periods were the nineteenth and
twentieth centuries, and he taught courses in the social and
cultural history of North America.  It has been suggested that
his choice of periods to study was influenced by his
dissatisfaction with society in the twenty-second century,
which he found to be dull.  At least, he would say, things
happened in the latter part of the second millennium.  It is
perhaps not surprising, therefore, that, when presented with
an opportunity to travel into the past with H G Wells, Tempus
volunteered with very little persuasion."

Turning to face the assembly, Carrington then said, "It is
unclear at what precise point Tempus formulated his plan to
try to kill the infant Clark Kent.  Did he devise his plan
after receiving Wells's invitation, before agreeing to travel
back in time with him?  Or was it a plan conceived during their
voyage together?  It is unlikely that we will ever know.  What is
clear, however, is that Tempus held Clark Kent and Lois Lane directly
responsible for the societal changes which led to the creation of a
universal lifestyle that was, to him, deeply dissatisfying.  It was
that dissatisfaction which, in turn, led to his varied attempts to
destroy their life together, and with it, all hopes for the founding
of Utopia."

Then he moved on to consider areas of doubt and ambiguity
in the story.

"The first mystery," he said, as he resumed his pacing across
the stage, talking with his hands, "is how Tempus managed to
escape from wherever it was that Wells had stranded him in
the past.  Wells, himself, was not forthcoming, when asked
what he had done with Tempus.  All he would admit to was
leaving him in what he described as a 'violent, hellish
dystopia.'  The next mystery is how he managed to build a
second time machine.  No-one knows how he achieved that,
and, unless H G Wells aided him -- which is most unlikely,
given that he'd chosen to abandon Tempus in the first place --
no one of that period had the expertise to help him.  To have
these gaps in our knowledge is both humbling and enticing for
a historian.  Humbling because it reminds us that we cannot
know everything, and enticing because it reminds us that there
is always something new to learn -- new frontiers to conquer,
if you will."

Then he went on to consider how history saw Tempus.
"There are," he said, "two major schools of thought with
which you should be familiar.  The first is, simply put, that
Tempus was an evil monster.  The second is that Tempus was
a tool of history, and that he was used by powers greater than
himself to see that certain events came to pass.  To a large
extent, how we view Tempus and his actions is determined by
our own views and beliefs with regard to how the universe
operates.  Those who claim that we have free will see Tempus
as a villain, whereas those who believe all of human history
has been preordained by forces greater than ourselves are
more inclined to believe that Tempus was simply a tool, used
to ensure that certain events came to pass.  Perhaps the reality
lies somewhere between the two.  However, unless we build
our own time machines -- which is most unlikely -- and go and
ask him ourselves, it is doubtful that we shall ever know the
truth."

Finally, of course, the class ended.  As the majority of the
class rose to leave, Carrington called over the noise to say to
them, "Remember, I want the titles of your course papers
submitted, and on my desk, no later that by Monday June 9th!"

Rachelle didn't need to wait until then to tell him what she
wanted to write about, though.  She already knew, a vague
idea having, in the last hour, crystallised into a firm resolve.
Instead of following the rest of her peers out of the room, she
waited until they were gone, then she made her way to the
front of the hall where she hovered irresolutely, waiting for
Carrington to notice her.

Finally he turned in her direction.  Rachelle fidgeted under his
intimidating gaze as he eyed her up and down.  She could
imagine the thoughts that were going through his mind.  He
was undoubtedly recalling that she was not one of his most
diligent students, and he was probably wondering what could
possibly have caused her to stay behind after class on such a
beautiful day.  In fact, given her reputation amongst the
faculty, he was probably surprised that she had even bothered
to turn up in the first place.

Less than enthusiastically, he said, "So, what can I do for
you?"

"I, uh. . ." she stuttered, uncharacteristically tongue-tied.  She
cleared her throat, then with an effort she made herself try again.
"I know what I want to write about for my paper," she said.  "Tempus."

"You don't have to decide now," he said.

"I know.  But I was thinking about it even before today's
class, and now I'm sure that's what I want to do.  The only
thing is. . ."  She glanced down, not sure how to proceed.

"Yes?" he prompted her.

"I don't know what angle I should take.  I mean, I thought
that you would give us more answers than you did.  That
we'd learn why Tempus did the things he did."  Then,
hurriedly, she added, "I don't mean to criticise."

To her surprise, Carrington laughed.  "I'm sure you don't.
But, as I've tried to convey to you, I can't give you all the
answers.  I wish I could.  But, instead, all I can do is to help
you ask the right questions.  Then, hopefully, you will find the
answers that you seek, yourself."

"How?  If you don't know the answers, how am I supposed
to find them?"

Carrington smiled.  "That's a good question.  To my mind, a
good student is one who can surpass the teacher, and a good
teacher is one who can guide a student to do precisely that."

Rachelle frowned.  Just how good a student was she, she
wondered.  Could she live up to Carrington's ideals?
Somehow she doubted it, but it might be fun to try.  "Could
you at least give me a few pointers as to how I might start?"
she answered.

Carrington nodded.  "If you come along to my office now, I'll
give you a few references to get you going.  Okay?"

Rachelle smiled.  "Okay, that'd be great.  Thanks!"

*****************************
Saturday, 7 June, 2273
Houston, Texas
*****************************

The knock on her door pulled Rachelle's attention away from
the latest treatise she was perusing.  Reluctantly she called
out, "Who is it?"

"It's me!" came an answering voice.  "Sinead!"

"Come on in!  It's open!"  Rachelle might not have
appreciated the disturbance, but she would tolerate a visit
>from Sinead, her closest friend, more willingly than from
anyone else.

The door opened, and Sinead entered, clearly dressed for a
night on the town.  "You're not ready yet?" she asked,
spotting Rachelle's casual attire immediately.

"Ready?" queried Rachelle, puzzled.

"Yeah.  Ready.  You.  Me.  Monro.  A visit to Bellamy's Bar?
Don't tell me you forgot!"  Sinead took a closer look at her
friend and said, "You did forget, didn't you?"

Rachelle couldn't deny the accusation.  Instead she tried to
apologise.  "I'm sorry.  I just got so into this stuff that I--"

Sinead held up her hands, scepticism writ large in her stance
and in her voice.  "Rachelle, the class underachiever, got
carried away with work.  Now, why do I find that so hard to
believe?"

"Because it's true."

"It's Saturday night!"

"So?"

"So. . . it's an unwritten rule that only geeks and nerds work
on Saturday night, and that's only because they can't get
dates.  Now, you've never had that problem, so what's your
excuse?"

Rachelle looked at Sinead, a slightly perplexed frown on her
face, wondering how she could begin to make her friend
understand.  "It's fascinating, all right?"

Sinead shook her head in disbelief.  "Anyone would think,"
she said, "that you were researching a PhD, not writing a
simple little course paper.  I mean, look at this stuff!"  She
threw out her arm in a gesture that encompassed Rachelle's
desk and shelves.  Just three weeks ago, this room had been
almost Spartan in its simplicity.  Now tapes, books, holograms
and recording chips filled every available storage space, and
the overflow lay stacked, higgledy-piggledy, on every
available surface.  "Don't you think that you are going a little
over the top?"

Rachelle shrugged the implied criticism away.  "Can I help it if
I find this stuff interesting?"

"This isn't an interest," Sinead snapped.  "This is an
obsession!  You've got to get a sense of proportion here,
Rachelle.  You're putting so much effort into this that you're
neglecting your other subjects.  You're going to fail
something if you're not careful."

Rachelle bit back the automatic retort of, "Who do you think
you are -- my mother?"  Instead she settled on saying, rather
sulkily, "Then I'll have to make sure that this is good enough
to pull the rest of my grades up, won't I?"

Sinead inhaled deeply, held her breath, and counted to ten.
"Okay," she said, "I give up.  But don't say that I didn't warn
you."

"I won't," Rachelle promised.  "Now, if you don't mind, I'd
really like to get back to my reading."

Sinead shook her head again, then left Rachelle to her
research.

(cont in part 3)
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SUMMARY: When H G Wells visits Alt Clark and his Lois, he tells them
the story of how Tempus escaped from 1866 and offer them the chance to
change history.

*****************************
Monday, 16 June, 2273
Houston, Texas
*****************************

Rachelle paused in front of Carrington's office, then raised her
fist to knock.

"Enter!"

Obeying his imperious command, she opened the door and
poked her head around it.

Looking up from his desk, Carrington said, "Well, come on in,
Rachelle.  Sit down."

Reassured by his invitation, she entered the room, closing the
door behind her, then perched on the edge of his visitor's
chair.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Um, well.  I've read just about everything I can about
Tempus, but I still don't know what angle I want to take with
the essay."

Carrington nodded.  "Do you have any ideas?"

"One or two," Rachelle admitted.  "But before I go into them,
I was wondering. . ."

"Yes?"

"Well, I discovered that Tempus's daughter lives in Phoenix,
Arizona, and I was wondering if I could get in touch with her.
One of the books I was reading indicated that she has some
documents, and I was wondering if they mightn't shed some
light onto Tempus's character."

"An interesting idea.  How do you plan to approach her?"

"Well, that's just it. I was wondering if you could write me a
letter of introduction."  Rachelle's inflection turned the
sentence into a question.  "I thought it might sound more. . .
official. . . if it came from you."

Carrington smiled slightly.  "Yes," he said.  "I could do that
for you."

If he read the signs correctly, unlikely as it seemed, this
student was about to exceed his wildest expectations, and was
about to surpass the teacher.  For him, there could be little
else more satisfying.

*****************************
Tuesday, 1 July, 2273
Phoenix, Arizona
*****************************

Rachelle checked the address, then pulled her vehicle off the
highway, and onto the drive of a little family dwelling on the
southern edge of downtown.  The house wasn't what she had
expected.  For some reason she had imagined Tempus's
daughter would live in a large gothic mansion, set back from
the main road, imposing to any casual passers-by.  Instead, the
reality was rather different.  True, the house was old --
probably about three hundred years, she guessed -- but it was
small and friendly looking, with white adobe walls and a wide
shaded deck.

She eased her stiff body out of the air-conditioned comfort of
the rental, and gasped as the full impact of the desert heat hit
her.  Then she walked along the path, up the steps, and
gratefully sighed as she hit the shade.

The doorbell rang sonorously in the depths of the house.
Rachelle turned her back on the front door as she turned to
look around the neatly manicured lawn, and she squinted
against the painfully white walls of the compound.  As she
waited for her ring to be answered, she wiped a hand across
her forehead, clearing the perspiration from her brow that
even the few yards from the rental had caused.

How could anyone bear to live in this climate, she wondered.

The sound of the door opening made her spin around.  An
elderly woman stood there, eyeing her slightly warily.  "Yes?"
she asked in a businesslike tone.  It was hardly inviting.

"Oh, hello," said Rachelle, putting on what she thought of as
her polite voice.  "My name is Rachelle Aston-Kent.  I believe
you're expecting me?"

The woman stared back at her, clearly knowing nothing about
Rachelle's visit.

"Professor Carrington wrote to you about me?" she prompted
slightly anxiously.

A voice from the hidden recesses of the property called out,
"It's all right!  Show her in!"

The woman raised her head slowly and nodded, once up, then
down, acknowledging the unseen's command.

"Come on in, then.  The mistress is expecting you."

The mistress? Rachelle thought, intrigued.  "Oh, I thought
that you. . ."  She left her words hanging.

The woman's eyes opened, and suddenly her suspicion was
replaced with amusement, and Rachelle suddenly decided that,
first impressions notwithstanding, she liked this old lady. "Oh,
lordie, no, child!  I'm a neighbour, that's all.  Come on, then,
this way."  Then, tossing the words carelessly over her
shoulder, she added, "I'm Sylvie, by the way."

Rachelle followed Sylvie into the house.  The walls inside
were rendered white, and the floor of the hallway was tiled.
She was led into a large kitchen where another woman was
seated in front of a large table, sipping iced coffee.

Her hostess struggled to stand, and held out a gnarled hand in
greeting.  Rachelle noticed the liver spots that discoloured the
skin.  "I don't often agree to see anyone, you know.  But I
made an exception for you.  It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms
Aston-Kent," she said.  "I'm Clarice Tempus-Jones.  Come.
Sit down.  Have a drink."

Rachelle did as she was bade, and waited as Clarice moved
slowly around her kitchen, gathering up another glass for her
guest.  Then she waited patiently as Clarice poured it and
handed it to her.

"Professor Carrington says you want to write about my papa.
That right, dear?"

"Um, well, yes."  Then, more confidently, she asked, "What
was he like?"

"Well, dear, I'm not really sure what I can tell you.  I never
really knew him, you see.  I mean, he was always out and
doing, if you know what I mean."

Rachelle didn't know, but she could guess.  After all, Tempus
had spent a great deal of time in the past: it was hard to
imagine him doing anything as normal as raising a family.
Besides, Carrington had told them that Tempus had deserted
the family when Clarice was about eight years old.

As if attuned to Rachelle's thoughts, Clarice was saying,
"Now, my mama, she was heartbroken when my papa upped
and left with that Wells character, and with me just a child.
Papa came back a year later, of course, and he promised
solemnly that he would stay for good that time.  But it wasn't
long before he was off again.  And after that, my mother said
she wouldn't have him in the house, from that day on.  And
she didn't."

"Did she love him?" Rachelle asked.

The old ladies laughed at the question and exchanged glances.
"We can tell that you are a true Kent, if that is the first
question that you ask.  Your lot always did have a thing about
true love, you know."

Rachelle blushed a little, embarrassed that these strangers
should see any hint of a family trait in her.

"Yes," Clarice affirmed, "she loved him.  At least she always
said so.  She just couldn't live with him.  Not when she didn't
know from one week to the next if he'd stick around.  Do you
see?"

Rachelle nodded.  "It must have been difficult for her.  And
for you."

Clarice shrugged her shoulders stiffly.  "For her, maybe.  But
she never spoke an ill word about him, leastways not to me.
All she'd ever say was, 'When all is said and done, dear, he's
your father.'  Maybe he was a bad father, but my mother
never tried to make me think so.  And when you're a kid, and
you don't know any different, you don't judge."

"I see."

"Still, I daresay that you didn't come here to hear an old
woman reminisce about her childhood.  And since I can't tell
you much that will be of use, perhaps I should just show you
what I've found for you."

"Thank you.  That's very kind."

"See that box there?"

Clarice pointed at something on the floor, just out of
Rachelle's line of sight.  Rachelle half-stood up, and leaned
over the table so that she could follow the line of Clarice's
finger.  "Yes," she said.

"Bring it over here, dear."

Rachelle did as she was instructed.

"In there are all the documents that I have from my father.
You are welcome to take them through to the den and go
through them at your leisure.  All right, dear?"

Rachelle rummaged through the top few inches of the box's
contents, eyes shining as though she had just been presented
with the holy grail.  Then, following Sylvie, who once again
took on the role of guide, she carried her trophies into another
part of the house.

Alone in the quiet of her kitchen, Clarice said softly to the
empty air, "It's all coming together, Papa.  Just like you
promised."

(cont in part 4)
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*****************************
Saturday, 17 April, 1999
Alternative Metropolis, New Troy
*****************************

The daylight was waning fast, and Wells's face was getting
lost in the shadows.  Lois reluctantly shifted away from her
position leaning comfortably against Clark's side, and stood
up.  "Just a moment, Mr Wells," she said by way of apology.
Then she asked, "Anyone for more coffee?" as she padded
around the living room, switching on several lamps, and
letting their soft glow warm the room.

Clark, too, eased himself up from the couch, and said, "I'll get
it."

Wells watched the couple as they worked together to make
both themselves and their guest more comfortable, and he
smiled slightly, thinking that they looked happy together.  This
was, he decided, particularly true of Clark, who had
completely lost the lonely look and the timidity that had
characterised him when they had first met.  Becoming
Superman, and finding a niche in this world, undoubtedly
accounted for some of the change in his demeanour, but most
of it, he decided, as he watched the couple glance and smile at
each other as they carried out their domestic tasks, was
because he had found his Lois.

Had Tempus not captured Lois in the Congo, Wells supposed
that they would have met sooner, in much the same way as
their counterparts had done.  Besides inflicting physical pain
on Lois, his actions in Africa had effectively robbed the couple
of several years of shared history.  That thought bothered him,
and he fretted at the unfairness of it all.

Still, looking at the way they worked together, Wells could
only marvel at the accord the couple shared.  Unlike their
counterparts, they had grown together quickly, and had
managed to avoid many of the misunderstandings that his own
dimension's couple had experienced.  Wells wondered, was he
right to give them the chance to rewrite history?  If history
was righted -- at least according to his notion of what was
correct -- would they be forced to suffer different pains that
the ones they had experienced already.  Was it worth the
trade?  Was the choice his, or even theirs, to make?

He sighed.  He did not like the feeling of responsibility he had, and
that was, of course, why he had come here, to see them, now.  He
wanted to off-load his burden onto them.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee jolted him out of his
reverie as Lois passed him a steaming mug, and proffered a
plate of cookies.  Then, picking up her own mug, she returned
to her position on the couch, alongside Clark.

Wells, interspersing his words, with sips of his drink,
recommenced his narrative.  "Rachelle searched high and low
for Tempus, and eventually her quest took her to London," he
said.

*****************************
Friday, 8 November, 1940
London, England
*****************************

Rachelle levered herself out of the time machine.  She
stretched, easing the kinks out of her back as she took in her
surroundings, then she huddled in on herself as she realised
that she was outside, and exposed to a raw and biting wind.
She had visited London before, but no amount of prior
knowledge could have prepared her for the reality of the city
during World War II.  The twilight of a late autumn dusk lent
a gloomy air to the city that was exacerbated by the blackout,
and the sight of anti-aircraft guns on street corners was
disconcerting.  However, she'd had good reasons for choosing
this particular time and place for her visit.  Thanks to her
research, she was secure in the knowledge that Wells would
not be at home.  In fact, she knew that he was currently half a
world away, in San Francisco, where he was due to present a
lecture entitled, "The Immediate Future Of Mankind".

Rachelle shivered as she scuttled from the place where she
had secreted the time machine in amongst the shrubs of
Regent's Park, towards the building in Hanover Terrace
where, according to her information, Wells currently resided.
As she hurried, wrapping her jacket tightly around her body,
she decided that, if this latest idea came to nothing, she would
abandon her quest, once and for all.  She had spent what
amounted to near enough three months of her life looking for
Tempus.  However, Wells had done a fine job of hiding him in
the past, and, as yet, she had found no trace of him.  She was
running out of places to look.

Enough was enough, she decided.  If she could find no leads
as to his whereabouts at Wells's home, she would cut her
losses and go back to her own time.  It would grieve her sorely
to do so -- she had set her heart on finding Tempus, and
writing the definitive course paper about him -- but, if nothing
else, she had a fully functional time machine to show for her
pains.  That, at least, had to be worth something.

By the time Rachelle reached her destination, her ears were
aching with the cold, her cheeks were pinched, and her fingers
were almost numb.  It took her a few fumbling moments to
jimmie the front door open, and it was with no small amount
of relief that she entered the shelter of the entrance hall.  In
truth, it wasn't much warmer than the building's exterior, but
at least she was out of the wind.  Then she made her way to
Wells's apartment where she repeated her lock-picking feat.

After checking that the black-out curtains in the flat were
tightly closed to ensure that no-one outside would be aware
of her activities within, she began her search.  Her first -- and as
it turned out -- only object of attention was his desk. Again, using
slightly dubious means, she managed to open the drawers, and began to
sift through his papers.  Most of them held little interest for her,
but there, down at the bottom of the third drawer she tried, was a
bundle of papers held in a cardboard cover, held closed by a piece of
string.  Quickly, but carefully, she untied its knot, then began to
flick through the pages.

An unfamiliar wailing sound came from outside.  For a
moment she wondered what it was, then tuned it out.  The
drone of engines above, the sound of distant explosions, and
the chatter of anti-aircraft fire went unheeded as she
concentrated on her research.

To begin with, the bundle looked like any other manuscript,
but suddenly the names Smallville and Metropolis jumped out
at her.  She began to read more carefully, and when she found
the name Tempus, she knew that she had finally found the
clue for which she had been searching.

Finally, putting the manuscript aside for a moment, she
rearranged the other contents of the drawers as best she
could, disguising her activities.  Then she locked up the desk,
picked up the papers and sneaked out of the house.

As she turned the corner from Hanover Terrace onto the next
street, a man's voice stopped her in her tracks.  "Hey!  You!"

No, she thought, she couldn't be caught now!  Not when she
was so close to her goal, at last!

She turned slowly towards the voice's owner, wondering if
she wouldn't do better to simply bolt.  Had he seen her acting
suspiciously?

"Didn't you hear the sirens?" he asked.

"S. . . sirens?" she stuttered, wondering what he was talking
about.

"The air raid," he said.  "You should be in a shelter, you
know."

"Oh. . .  Yes. . . right.  The air raid.  I was just going. . ."

He looked at her more carefully.  "Are you all right?" he
asked.

"Yes," she said.  "I'm fine.  Really."

He listened to her voice, then said, "Hey, you a Yank?"

"Yank?"

"American."

"Oh," she said, suddenly understanding.  "Yes.  From Texas."

"Well, that explains it, I suppose.  It must be a bit of a culture
shock for you, being here, like this.  But you really must be more
careful, you know, and get to a shelter as soon as you hear the sirens
sound."

"Okay.  Thanks," she said.

"And next time," he said, "remember to bring your gas mask
with you.  Now, get along with you."

She nodded, turned on her heel, and ran, her heart pounding
in her chest in her relief that she hadn't been caught, after all.

The time machine was safe, just where she left it.  She climbed
in, keyed in a new date, and pulled the lever.

As the space around her began to warp her out of London's
existence, she thought she saw a planes directly overhead.

(cont in part 8)
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*****************************
Tuesday, 1 July, 2273
Phoenix, Arizona
*****************************

After he had left, and as she learned more and more about him
>from her history classes at school, Clarrie wondered what she
would do when the future he had promised came.  For a long
time she was too angry with him to want to help him, but, as
she got older, her anger waned.  Instead, as the years caught
up with her, she began to feel a curious mixture of nostalgia,
thankfulness and regret.  Nostalgia for the long lost time when
she had been part of a "normal" family, thankfulness that they
had had that brief time together, and regret that the time she
had spent with her father could not have lasted longer.

Now, with Rachelle working away in the other room, Clarice
smiled softly, knowing that soon Papa would come back to
her, and, just as she was nudging Rachelle along a path that
had been first mapped out seventy-five years before, she too
would do just as Tempus had wanted her to do, all that time
ago.

She was not doing it for him, though.  She could not care less
about what he wanted.  She was going to do it for herself.
She was going to give the child that she had been the
gift of a few treasured weeks, and consequently, she was going
to safeguard her own bittersweet memories.

To heck with the rest of the world, and history.  No matter
what Tempus had done to them, he was her father, and she
loved him.

*****

The shadows were lengthening as Rachelle looked up from
her work.  She arched her back, hearing her bones crack as
she did so.  She had been sitting hunched over the papers for
longer than she had realised, and her body was protesting at
the inactivity.  And, she realised, she had barely touched the
surface of the wealth of information that she had been offered.

She stood, sighed, and stretched some more.  She padded into
the hallway, looked both ways, making sure that her hostess
was still in the kitchen, then she headed in that direction.  She
knocked tentatively on the open door, before sticking her head inside.

Sylvie and Clarice looked up at the interruption, then both
faces eased into a welcoming smile, inviting her in.

"So, how have you got on?" Clarice asked.

"Fine, thank you.  The material you gave me is a great help,
but. . ."  She hesitated, reluctant to ask what she feared would
be a huge favour.

"But?" prompted Clarice.

"But, I'm afraid I haven't got nearly as far as I would have
liked to have done, and I was wondering if. . . would you
mind very much. . . if I came back again in a few days?"

"Why, child, no of course not!  But, if you have so much
work still to do, why don't you take the box with you?  You
can send it back to me when you're done with it."

Rachelle could not believe her luck.  "You wouldn't mind?"

"Mind?  No, dear.  Why would I mind.  That box has been up
in the attic gathering dust for years.  Ever since that last
academic came by, in fact.  I'm not going to miss it anytime
soon."  She nodded thoughtfully.  "You'll make good use of
it, I daresay."

"Well, if you're sure, that would be great!"

"I'm sure."

"In that case, if you don't mind, I really ought to be leaving.
It's getting late, and I've got classes tomorrow."

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, my dear."  Clarice struggled
to stand up, but Rachelle forestalled her movement with a
gesture of her hand.

"It's okay," Rachelle said.  "I'll show myself out.  And thank
you again, for everything."

"You're very welcome, dear."

As she heard the slamming of the front door, Clarice Tempus-
Jones sank back in her chair and sighed.  "Well, that's done at
last," she said, more to herself than to her companion.

"How do you mean?"  Sylvie asked.  "You could have refused
to see her, if her visit displeased you that much."

Clarice shook her head.  "No," she said.  "I couldn't.  I
promised Papa, a long, long time ago, that if she ever came
calling that I would give her some information.  I just hope
that I did the right thing."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, like I told her, I never really knew my papa.  But there
was a time when I was little when I loved him dearly, and she
holds the key to giving me those few weeks of his love.  I
couldn't deny myself the memory of knowing him for even
that short a space of time."

"I don't understand."

Clarice shook her head.  "It's not important.  Don't listen to
me.  I'm just an old woman rambling."

Sylvie nodded.  Then she said, "Let me get us another drink."

*****************************
Friday, 4 July, 2273
Houston, Texas
*****************************

Rachelle had read extensively about Tempus, and she had
learned a lot.  Unfortunately, to her mind, she had not learned
enough.

The earliest history books depicted him as being a villain, but
Rachelle wasn't altogether sure that she believed them.  After
all, history was written from the perspective of the victor, and,
whatever else Tempus might have been, he hadn't been that. More
recently, over the last twenty or thirty years, his reputation had
received something of a reassessment, but opinions about his
motivations remained so varied that she hadn't managed to get a handle
on the man.  She wanted to know him, and she wanted to understand what
had driven him to do all the things that he had done.

Rachelle still wanted answers.

And there seemed only one way in which she was likely to get
them.

She leaned across her desk, and switched on the holographic
recording of Carrington's lecture.  She didn't need to hear his
words -- she could more or less recite them off by heart now --
but she wanted to hear him say once more, "However,
unless we build our own time machines -- which is most
unlikely -- and go and ask him ourselves, it is doubtful that we
shall ever know the truth."

Not for the first time, Rachelle asked herself, why was it
unlikely that anyone would built a time machine?  Certainly
the knowledge wasn't widespread, but if H G Wells had
managed to built a machine at the turn of the twentieth
century, then, in the far more advanced world of the twenty-
third, surely something similar could be achieved.  Besides,
knowledge didn't really die -- the piece of paper she had
found in Clarice Tempus-Jones's box of documents was proof
of that.  It merely slumbered, waiting for someone to reuse it
at a later date.

(cont in part 6)
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Monday, 7 July, 2273
Houston, Texas
*****************************

Rachelle wiped a hand across her face, took a couple of steps
back, and gazed at her handiwork with a critical eye.  She
nodded thoughtfully, and decided that she was pleased with
what she saw.  The machine she had built, and which now
stood in the centre of one of the university's storage bays, was
not a mirror image of the one in the drawing, but she did not
think that her improvisations would have affected anything
more than the external detailing of the craft.

She yawned cavernously, and realised that she had barely slept
in the last forty-eight hours.  Her excitement made her want to
jump into the machine and try it out immediately, but
prudence, allied to exhaustion and hunger, demanded a brief
delay.  After all, the machine wasn't going anywhere, and,
with all of time at her command, a few hours difference in her
departure time seemed irrelevant.

Rachelle glanced back at the time machine and smiled as she
reached the door which she then locked securely behind her.

Once back at her room, she decided that rest was more
appealing in the short term than food, and she flopped on to
her bed.  She was asleep in moments.

*****

Hammering on her door dragged her out of a deep sleep a
mere two hours later.  Groggily she dragged her eyes open,
swung her legs off the bed, and padded over to the door.
Yawning, she opened it just wide enough to allow her to see
who her visitor was.   Recognising Monro, and sounding
bleary, she said, "Yeah, what do you want?"

Monro didn't reply.  Instead he simply pushed the door
inward.  Rachelle yielded to the pressure, letting him enter.

"Where were you?" he demanded.

Rachelle eyed her visitor with distaste.  His manners were
normally more polished that this.  He didn't usually ignore
pleasantries, and she had never known him to barge into a
room uninvited before.  "And a good morning to you, too,
Monro," she said, sarcasm dripping from her words.

"Morning, Rachelle," he said grudgingly.  "Now, where the
heck were you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Saturday night.  We rescheduled our trip to Bellamy's
remember?  And you stood Sinead and me up again."

"Oh. . . yeah.  Right.  The bar."  Rachelle scrubbed the heels
of her palms against her eyes, trying to dispel the last of her
sleepiness by force.  She yawned again, and said, "Look,
Monro, I'm really sorry, but I . . . I guess I forgot.  Something came
up, you know?"

Monro scowled.  "No, I don't know.  And, to be honest,
Rachelle, Sinead and I have had about as much of this as we
can stand from you."

It suddenly crossed Rachelle's mind that Monro wasn't the
only one who had been behaving uncharacteristically badly
recently.  If she had let them down again, and it appeared that
she had, then he had ever reason to be annoyed.  "So you're
angry with me.  I guess I deserve that."

Monro shook his head.  "We're not *angry* with you," he
said.  "We're *worried*.  Ever since you started this Tempus
project thing, it's like you've become a whole different
person.  It's not healthy, Rachelle."  He looked at her intently,
focusing on the remains of the two day old make-up on her face, and
the grey pouches under her eyes.  "And pardon me for saying it, but it
looks like you've been sleeping in your clothes."

Rachelle glanced down at herself, then, slightly sheepishly, she
said, "Well, yeah, I have."

Monro sighed.  "Rachelle. . ."  He shook his head, concern
finally overcoming irritation, and he said, "When did you last
eat?"

"Hm?"  Rachelle blinked at the unexpected question.  "I'm
not sure."

"Right," Monro said, taking control of the situation.  "You go
freshen up, and I'll be back in ten minutes with food, okay?"

"Okay," agreed Rachelle, suddenly realising that she was
ravenous.

*****

When Monro, this time accompanied by Sinead, returned
fifteen minutes later, Rachelle looked much better.  Her face,
scrubbed of make-up, looked fresh and clean.  She'd also
taken the time to shower and dress.  Her damp hair dripped,
leaving a wet patch on her shirt.

"The cafeteria's finished serving breakfast," Monro said, "but
we managed to rustle up some coffee and toast.  Hope that'll
do you for now."

"Hey, guys.  No problem.  That's great.  Really."  Sinead and
Monro swapped glances as Rachelle tucked in with
enthusiasm.  Around a mouthful of toast, she reiterated,
"Really great."

"So," said Sinead, "what have you been up to lately?  What's
so important that it makes you forget your friends?"  Then,
under her breath, she muttered, "As if I couldn't guess."

Rachelle's eyes narrowed at Sinead's tone.

Trying to be more conciliatory, Sinead said, in response to
Rachelle's stubborn silence, "I'm sorry.  That was uncalled
for."  Trying a different tack, she said, "How's the project
going, anyway?"

Rachelle swallowed, paused with the toast poised half-way to
her mouth, and decided that Sinead's overture should be
matched with an equally friendly one of her own.  She said,
"You'll never believe it, but, you know that box of stuff I
brought back with me on Friday?"  She waited until they both
nodded before she continued.  "Well, it contained the most
amazing things, including the blueprints for a time machine!"

Sinead and Monro looked at each other, twin frowns marring
their foreheads.  "So, you've been trying to build a time
machine?" asked Monro doubtfully.

"Not just trying!  I have built one!"

"You've got to be kidding!"  Sinead's disbelief was mixed in
an equal proportion with a strange sort of muted horror.
"Where is it?"

"What do you intend to do with it?" Monro asked, his words
overlapping with Sinead's.

Slightly puzzled by her friends' lack of enthusiasm, some of
Rachelle's own joy left her voice.  "It's in one of the storage
bays.  And, as to what I intend to do with it, I'm going to use
it, of course."

"Why?" Monro asked.

"What do you mean, why?"

"Just that.  Why are you going to use it?  What for?  Where
will you go?"

"To begin with, I'm going to find Tempus.  I'm going to
interview him, and I'm going to write my course-"

"You're what?!" exclaimed Sinead.  "You can't do that!"

"Of course I can!"

"But he's evil!  *I* wouldn't want to meet him!"

"Me neither," interjected Monro.

"That's the whole reason that I want to find him, don't you
see?  I don't think that he was the villain that most people
make out he was.  No-one really knows what he was like, and
I want to find out for sure."  She leaned forward, her body
language and facial expression conveying her earnest desire
that they should understand and support her.

Sinead shook her head, refusing to even consider Rachelle's
unspoken plea.  Appalled by her friend's proposal, Sinead
said, "You can't do this Rachelle."

"At the very least you should clear it with the faculty first."
Monro's stance was slightly more appeasing than Sinead's,
but nonetheless fell on deaf ears.

"No way!  How long to you reckon it would take for them to
approve the project?  If ever?"

Monro's eyebrows arched as he said sarcastically, "Oh, so you
*do* realise that this is a controversial thing your talking
about?  And that it could be dangerous?"

Rachelle shook her head, not because she didn't believe
Monro, but because she refused to acknowledge any risk in
her endeavours.

Again Sinead and Monro exchanged glances, and some form
of non-verbal communication must have passed between them
because they rose as one and left the room with only the
sketchiest of good-byes.

They left the door ajar behind them, and as they disappeared
down the corridor, Rachelle heard Sinead saying, "I knew that
this Tempus thing had got out of hand, but I'd no idea she'd
go this far!"

Monro's answering, "We've got to do something.  We could
go to. . . " was cut off as they walked around a corner.

Certain that they were going to try to find some way to, at the
very least, delay her, and knowing that this conversation had
lent a new urgency to her project, she threw a few things randomly
into a bag.  Not even bothering to close her door behind her, she ran
back to her machine.

*****

The door of the storage bay swung open.

Rachelle looked up to see Carrington, followed closely by
Sinead and Monro, rush into the bay.  She looked down
again, determinedly ignoring the intrusion, choosing instead to
concentrate on what she was doing.  With nimble fingers, she
keyed in a date somewhere in the past, loaded gold into the
fuel shoot, and put her hand on the lever that would set her
upon her journey.

"Rachelle!"  It was Carrington's voice.  "You can't do this!
You mustn't!"

Rachelle, without moving her hand away from the lever,
looked up at him, stung by his words.  Eyes narrowed with a
defensive anger, she demanded, "Why not?  You're the one
who said that I had to find my own answers.  Are you saying
that you didn't mean it?"  The sense of betrayal she felt was as
painful as it was unexpected.  After her conversation with
Sinead and Monro, she had expected some sort of opposition
to her plans, but that it would come from Carrington was a
shock.

"It's dangerous!  You don't know -- *we* don't know --
enough about Tempus to let the genie out of the bottle.  It's
better to leave things as they are!"  Carrington's eyes were
wide and fearful.

"So," said Rachelle, her mouth set in a hard line, "now I know
which camp you're in.  You believe that Tempus was a
criminal, don't you?  A monster.  Right?"

Reluctantly, Carrington nodded.  "That's what my instincts
tell me, yes."

"And if I don't agree with you?  If I think that he was a tool
of history?"

"Then that's your prerogative, I suppose."

"Yes.  It is.  *You* told me to question.  And that's just what
I'm doing!  You can't stop me.  I won't let you."

"Rachelle!  Think carefully about this!"

"What do you think I've been doing these last few weeks?
I've been reading.  And researching.  And thinking.  And this
is the solution I've come up with.  I want my answers, and, if
going back in time to find Tempus is the only way to get
them, then so be it!"  She eased the lever back.  Time and
space bent in on themselves, and the world around her
vanished in flash of light.

"No, Rachelle!" screamed Carrington.

But Rachelle did not hear his words.

(cont in part 7)
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*****************************
Sunday, 23 September, 1866
Kansas City, Kansas
*****************************

The time machine came to rest in a darkened alley between
two buildings.  Unobserved, Rachelle climbed out then edged
her way up to the alley's junction with a main road.

Kansas City was a relief after London.  True, the unsurfaced
roads were muddier, and some of the shouts and arguments of
the locals were discordant, but lights shone from the windows
of the clapboard buildings, and, instead of the sounds of
aircraft, bombs and anti-aircraft guns, she could hear cheerful
piano music and singing emanating from a nearby saloon.

Laughter from close by caused her to duck back into the
shadows.  A man and a woman, arms entwined, were leaning
against the railings edging a boardwalk, whispering words of
endearment to one another.  Eyeing them, then eyeing her
own clothes, Rachelle realised that her current attire was at
odds with the long and full skirts demanded by nineteenth
century fashions.  If she was to go out into the town, looking
for the asylum where, if the manuscript was to be believed,
Wells had left Tempus, she was going to have to do
something to blend in rather more effectively.  And what
about him?  After all, she suspected that prison attire would
stand out, too.

Rachelle retreated back down the alleyway, then jumped up,
grabbing hold of a fence, so that she could peer into the
backyards of neighbouring properties.

As luck would have it, there, two houses down, hung a dress
alongside a man's shirt and trousers.  Although dry, their
owners clearly had not yet got around to taking them in.
Rachelle gave silent thanks for the way that fortune was
smiling down on her.

Dropping to the ground again, she backed up a few paces,
then ran forward, using her momentum, aided by a kick of her
legs, to propel herself to the top of the fence.  For a moment
she lay atop it, then she levered herself over.  A repeat
performance at the next fence brought her to her prize.

After retracing her steps, she quickly pulled the stolen dress
on.  Lengthwise, it was a couple of inches shorter than was
strictly fashionable, and width-wise it was a little loose.
However, Rachelle wasn't inclined to be choosy about that.

Emboldened by her borrowed outfit, Rachelle ventured once
more towards the thoroughfare, then went out along it.

A mere three blocks away from where she'd left the machine,
she found what she was looking for -- a low-rise building,
helpfully bearing the legend "Kansas City Asylum".

Metal bars barricaded an otherwise open window, and,
gathering courage in both hands, she crept up to peer through
it.  Inside, using the light of a single candle, a man sat at a
rough wooden table, writing in a book.  Dressed in attire
reminiscent of pyjamas, he was facing away from her, and she
caught her breath, wondering how she could get him to glance
her way.

She need not have worried.

He heard her involuntary gasp, and he rose from his chair, a
snarl catching in his throat.  "Why can't you all just leave me
alone!" he cried.  Then he turned to face her, and she watched
as the anger slipped off his face and was replaced by surprise.
"Wait," he said.  "I haven't seen *you* before."  He walked a
few paces closer, and his face was suddenly illuminated by a
shaft of moonlight.

His hair was shaggy, and his beard was longer than she'd
envisaged, but there was no doubt as to his identity.

Tempus.

She had found him at last.

Rachelle managed to find her voice after a few moments.
Responding to his last comment, she said, "No, you haven't."

His gaze turned wary as he said, "So. . . What do you want?"

"Want?" she asked.

"Yes, want.  You curious?  Is that it?  You want to see the
madman in his cage?"

"No," said Rachelle, quick to try to reassure him.  "Actually, I
came to get you out."

His eyes widened.  "Oh, really?" he said, his words heavy with
doubtful sarcasm.  "And why would you want to do that?"

"Like you," Rachelle began, "I'm from the future."

Rachelle suddenly found herself the object of Tempus's
undivided attention.  His intense scrutiny was unnerving, but
she struggled to maintain her composure as she continued her
explanation.  "I'm actually from the twenty-third century.  I
was researching a course paper for school -- about you --
when I stumbled across the plans to build a time machine.
And so, well, here I am."  She shrugged infinitesimally.

Tempus eyed her warily.  "After all the taunts I've had to put
up with, you really expect me to believe that?"

"How about I just show you?" Rachelle asked.  With that, she
disappeared from the window.

One picked lock later, Rachelle stood in front of him.  "Do
you know where the keys to the cell are?" she asked.

"You've just broken in to the asylum, and you want to know
where the keys are?" he asked, disbelieving.

Rachelle shrugged again.  "Well, if I need to, I guess I could
pick the cell lock, too.  But using the keys would be a whole
sight easier."

Tempus nodded thoughtfully, then jerked his head sideways,
indicating a desk nearby.  "Top drawer," he said.

Rachelle explored and came back moments later with an
impressively weighty key chain.  After a few abortive
attempts, she finally found a key that would turn in the heavy
lock.  She swung the door inwards.

Tempus was free.

"How about," he said, "we get out of here?"

"Good idea.  But you'd better put these on first.  Here."  She
thrust the bundle of clothes into his arms, then she turned her
back, giving him the privacy to change.

Then they left, disappearing into the night.

When the asylum's personnel came back on duty the next day
the cell was empty, and there was no sign of its occupant.
Were it not for a leather-bound diary lying abandoned on the
table, there would have been no sign that he had even ever
been there.

*****************************
Saturday, 17 April, 1999
Alternative Metropolis, New Troy
*****************************

"So then what happened?" asked Clark.

"Rachelle had bounced around in time, searching for some
clue as to the whereabouts of Tempus, for so long that, by the
time she found it, and him, she was several months older than
her chronological age."

"How do you mean, 'older than her chronological age'?"
asked Lois.

"People lead linear lives, but the times in which they live them
need not be linear," explained Wells.

Lois and Clark exchanged glances.

"You don't believe me, I see."

"Believe you?" cried Lois, throwing out her hands in
irritation.  "Mr Wells, it's not a question of not believing you. We
don't even understand you!"

"Ah.  Well, let me try to explain."

Lois rolled her eyes and said, "Please do."

Wells paused for a moment while he decided on the best way
to approach the topic, then finally he said, "Every hour that
we live, we age."

Lois and Clark both nodded.  That much was obvious.

"I am ageing as I stand here.  Nothing can change that.  Even
if I arrive back in my own time only one minute after I left, I
will have aged by the number of hours that I spend with you.
I cannot grow younger: I can only grow older, and I do that at
a constant rate, no matter when I am.  Now do you
understand?"

Lois said, "I think so."

Clark merely nodded, but then his brow furrowed as a thought
crossed his mind.  "Lois -- the other Lois -- told me that, after the
first time she met you, she and Clark had no memory of travelling back
in time because you dropped them off before they'd ever left.  That
never seemed to make much sense to me, and it makes even less sense
now that you've told me that they were ageing all that time."

Wells chuckled faintly in the back of his throat.  "Ah, well,
that's a quite other issue, Mr Kent.  You see, their amnesia
stemmed from the simple fact that their brains couldn't cope
with the paradox of having two sets of memories for the same
period of time.  It therefore blanked out the first set of
memories, as a defence mechanism, if you will.  The memories
still existed, but they just needed some help in accessing
them."

"Oh."  Clark thought about that for a moment.  He still was
not sure he understood, but he did not feel inclined to pursue
the matter further at the moment.  Instead he said, "I'm sorry.
I've interrupted your story.  Please go on."

"Very well.  When Rachelle returned to her own time,
questions were asked because it was obvious to Carrington,
Sinead and Monro that a great deal more time had passed for
Rachelle than it had for themselves. . ."

(cont in part 9)
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*****************************
Monday, 7 July, 2273
Houston, Texas
*****************************

"So, where exactly are we?" Tempus demanded, glancing
around at his surroundings.

"Houston, Texas," said Rachelle.  "And, in case you're
wondering, the year is 2273."

"And these people?"

Rachelle looked up from the control panel.  She blinked as she
recognised Carrington, Sinead and Monro.  The events
leading up to her departure, which had begun to blur over
time, suddenly came back to her with alarming clarity.
Suddenly she realised that she had never dared think beyond
this point.  How was she supposed to handle the mess that she
had come back to?

Her momentary confusion was matched by theirs.  As far as
Carrington, Sinead and Monro were concerned, only a matter
of minutes had passed since Rachelle had vanished into thin
air.  Now, here she was, back again, and looking completely
different.  The dress she was wearing was old fashioned and
her hair looked in need of a trim.

Moreover, she was not alone.

"So, are you going to tell me who these people are?" the
stranger sitting next to her demanded impatiently.  Of the five
of them, he seemed to be the only one who was not fazed by
the situation in which he found himself.

"Oh. . .  Yes," said Rachelle, sotto voce, drawing her straying
wits together.  "Sorry. . ."  She cleared her throat.  "Tempus,
these are Professor Carrington.  Sinead.  Monro."  She
gestured to them each in turn, then, inclining her head towards
her companion and, shrugging slightly, she said to them, "This
is Warren Tempus."

They must have known that Rachelle's returning with Tempus
had always been a possibility.  Had it not, they would not have
tried to prevent her departure.  However, now that this
moment had come, their disbelief seemed to be boundless.
Carrington's jaw sagged open.  He looked so absurd that
Rachelle suddenly found her confidence renewed and she had
to stifle a giggle.

Tempus raised quizzical eyebrows and said, "Come now,
Professor.  That is a quite unbecoming look."

Stung by the remark, Carrington snapped his mouth closed.
He stared back at Tempus with his misgivings writ large
across his countenance.

Without waiting for an invitation to do so, Tempus climbed
down from the machine.  He glanced back at Rachelle and
said, "So, are you going to show me this brave new world of
yours?"

"Of course."  Rachelle hurried to obey.

Carrington, Sinead and Monro watched as together the
couple, ignoring them, left the storage area, and headed out
into the midday sun.

*****************************
Thursday, 10 July, 2273
Houston, Texas
*****************************

The extraordinary meeting of the university's senate,
convened three days after Tempus's arrival in the twenty-third
century, did not go at all the way Carrington hoped.

Perhaps it was because none of the senate's members were
historians so did not know of his duplicity, but, for whatever
reason, they refused to see beyond Tempus's plausible and
amenable exterior.  When Tempus said he was misunderstood,
they believed him.  When he said he'd learned the error of his
ways, they congratulated him.  When he expressed as desire
to remain at the university as a student, they accommodated
him.  When they were faced with the choice of taking
Carrington's expert advice or Rachelle's, they chose to
believe the student over the teacher on the grounds that she
had spent more time with Tempus, and therefore knew him
better.

It was enough to make a body sick, Carrington thought.
Could no-one see the dangers in giving Tempus free run of
the campus?

Apparently not.

At the end of a three hour session, the only concession that
Carrington had won was that Rachelle's time machine be
dismantled and the plans destroyed to prevent the
construction of another.  Time, the senate conceded, was too
delicate to be tampered with further.

When the meeting adjourned, Tempus left, a free man, a
satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down his nose at
Carrington, and his arm wrapped around Rachelle's.

(cont in part 10)
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*****************************
Wednesday, 25 February, 2274
Houston, Texas
*****************************

Tempus's charisma carried Rachelle on a wave of euphoria
until December.  She took a certain pride in being
romantically linked to the most interesting man on campus,
and the status she was thus accorded blinded her for the
longest time to his failings.  However, gradually, even she
could see that his interest in her was waning as he began to
learn his way around the twenty-third century, and as her
usefulness to him diminished.

Tempus chose to spend Christmas with his daughter and, thus
abandoned, Rachelle reluctantly went home to her family.

In January, they both returned to school, but their time apart
seemed to have given Rachelle a new perspective on their
relationship, and she admitted to herself that his confidence
increasingly had an unpleasant and self-centred arrogance to it
that no-one -- not even she -- found appealing.

Still officially an item, the couple nonetheless began to drift
apart.   Yet it was only at the end of February that their final
separation took place.

"Come with me," Tempus said, having called for Rachelle at
her dorm room, and he held out his hand.  The words were an
invitation, not a command, and the smile on his face was
warm.

Puzzled by the charming behaviour that reminded her so
strongly of the first months of their acquaintance, but which
had been noticeably lacking of late, she allowed him to take
her hand in his.  Promising her a big surprise, he led her across the
university grounds.  They walked in an almost- companionable silence
until they reached the storage bay Rachelle had rented the summer
before.  She raised her eyebrows in a silent question as they stopped
in front of it and Tempus slid the key into the lock.

"Now close your eyes, my love," he whispered, "and don't
open them until I tell you."

The soft words caressed her.  "All right," she said, responding
automatically to his silky voice and the endearment.

He grasped her elbow lightly and guided her into the bay.
Then he whispered in her ear, "Now, wait here.  And
remember, no peeking."

Rachelle nodded, and, thus assured of her compliance, he
moved away from her.  His footsteps echoed hollowly on the
concrete floor.  Then she heard a slight scuffing sound.  She
wondered what he was doing: all she could tell for sure was
that he wasn't walking around any more.

Just as she was about to give into temptation and sneak a
glance from under her lashes anyway, he said, "It's all right.
You can look now."

Rachelle opened her eyes fully and blinked at the site before
her.  It was hard to say what shocked her most -- the time
machine in which Tempus was seated, or the gun he held
levelled at her chest.

"What are you doing?!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch in
response to the unexpected danger.

Tempus smiled.  There was no hint of charm in him now, just
self-satisfaction.  "I would think that was obvious," he said.
"I'm going to take a ride, and you're going to watch me go."

Rachelle's gaze switched from his face to the gun and back
again.  "It won't be the first time, will it," she said, knowing
that no-one in her time had guns anymore.

"Of course not, my dear.  I've been on quite a few trips
already.  I even spent a few weeks with my dear Alicia."  That
the words were designed to hurt was obvious.  His smile
widened as Rachelle's mouth opened in mute shock at his
revelation.

Rachelle knew she and Tempus had been drifting apart, but
she'd had no idea that he'd been cheating on her. . . with his
wife!  Or had he been cheating on his wife with her?  Rachelle
felt faintly sick at the thought.

Given that he'd left his wife some seventy-seven years before,
Rachelle had not considered her to be a factor in their
relationship.  To Rachelle, Alicia Tempus-Jones was dead and
existed only in the past, and she'd naively presumed Tempus
had felt the same way.

Rachelle stared at him and paled at the harshness of his
expression, unable to reconcile it with the man she'd known,
or thought she'd known, for the last seven months.  How
could it be that, one moment, her lover had been whispering
sweetly in her ear, yet the next he was coldly cruel, his words
making little sense to her?  With her composure slipping, and
taking an involuntary step backwards, she nonetheless
managed to speak.  "Why?  I mean, what do you need me
here for?  You've obviously managed quite well on your own,
up to now."  Even to her own ears, she voice sounded
wounded and bitter.

"Need you?  My dear, I don't *need* you for anything.  But I
want you here because I want you to know what you've done.
As I once told your ancestor, 'God, I love irony!'  And the
best irony of all is that you, a direct descendant of Lois Lane
and Clark Kent, helped me to escape from their prison, come
to the future, and learn how to make things like this wonderful
machine work.  So, now, I can go back in time and destroy
them.  And, believe me, this time I *will* destroy them, one
way or another!"

"You can't!" cried Rachelle.

"Oh?  Why not?  Who's going to stop me?  Not you, I fancy.
Not so long as I have this gun pointed at you."

Rachelle had to admit that he was right about that.

"And once I'm gone, of course, no-one else will come after
me.  Your machine, and your copy of the plans, were
destroyed, remember?"  He threw back his head and roared
with laughter.

She watched with horror as he keyed the necessary commands
into his time machine and disappeared.

History had been set in motion, and it was all her fault.  She
realised that, now.  She slumped back on the ground against
the wall, and she wept.  She wept for her shattered love, for
his betrayal, and for her own reckless stupidity.  Carrington
had been right, after all.  Tempus was a monster, and she had,
however unwittingly, released him onto history's stage.

She wailed at the empty room, not knowing just who she was
appealing to, "I'm sorry!  Forgive me, please!  I'm so sorry!"

(concluded in part 11)
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Saturday, 17 April, 1999
Alternative Metropolis, New Troy
*****************************

"And the rest of the story you know," said Wells.

Lois and Clark nodded, thinking of all the things Tempus had
done subsequently, both to them, and to their counterparts.

"The question is, what would you like to do now?"  Wells
raised his hand, palm outwards, using the gesture to forestall
their answers.  "No, no, my dears.  I realise that I can't expect you
to make any decisions without giving you at least a little time to
think things over, so I'll leave you alone for an hour. You can talk
things over between you, and you can let me know what you have decided
upon my return."

Clark escorted Wells to the front door, then he returned to
Lois.  They sat together in a loose embrace on the sofa.

Neither spoke immediately.  The enormity of Wells's story,
and the opportunity he'd offered them, seemed to have taken
their very breath away, and they were so overwhelmed that it
was hard to articulate their thoughts immediately.

Clark thought of the chance Wells was giving them, and he
thought of the life he now had.  His instinct was to leave
things as they were, and to tell Wells to put the manuscript
where Rachelle could find it far into their future, or past, or
whatever.  But Clark also recognised the importance of
thinking things through.  A decision made in haste could very
easily turn out to be the wrong one.

Tempus's changes to history had already cost at least two
people Clark had loved dearly their very existences.  Should
Clark give his parents the chance to live out their full life-
spans?  If history changed to allow his parents to survive,
could he still end up with Lois?  He had seen how history had
worked itself out in the other dimension, and he supposed it
was possible, even perhaps probable, that that was the model
history would follow here, given the chance.

But, what if it didn't?

If they destroyed Wells's manuscript, history would reshape
itself before he met either Lois. He wouldn't know the pain of
losing her, because he would never have met her.  Now that
he had found her, he couldn't bear the thought of being forced
to live his life without her by his side.  She was a part of him, and
he needed her, just as he as he needed the sun to furnish his
strength, or the air he breathed. . .

Wells had talked about the tiny differences that differentiated
the two dimensions, any one of which could prevent history
following a pattern that Clark would be happy with.  The pain
of losing his parents was an old one, but still one that he
carried around with him.  Changing the past might alter that,
but it might not.  There were no guarantees that things would
have worked out any differently.  There were only
possibilities.

Could he risk all that he had now for a mountain of maybes?

In any case, the decision was not his to make alone.  It was hers,
too, because they were equals in everything, even down to the hurt
that Tempus had inflicted in their lives.  Knowing what Lois had gone
through in the Congo, and in the several pain-filled years following,
when everyone who knew her had believed her dead, he knew that she had
just as much right to decide what action they should take as he did.

Lois shifted slightly in his arms and rested her hand on top of
Clark's.

"Lois," Clark asked, "Do you believe in predestination?"

"I've always tried not to," she answered.  "I always wanted to
believe that I had control over my actions.  That I had
freedom of choice.  I mean, I know that we can't control
everything.  Other people's actions will always influence our
own, but. . ."  She shrugged.  "I guess that's why I never had
much time for astrology.  Either it's nonsense, and not worth
wasting your time over, or else you can predict the future.
And in that case, I really don't want to know."  She twisted to
look at him.  "You?"

"I. . . don't know.  It's all so confusing!  Mr Wells seemed so
sure that Tempus had to go back in time for history to work
out correctly in the other dimension, but then he's given us
the chance to change our lives."

"And you're wondering if it would all work out the same, no
matter what we do?"

"I guess."

"Would that be so very bad if it did?"

"Probably not," he said, moving to stroke her arm gently.

"Definitely not," said Lois firmly.   "I see us now, and I really
don't regret any of it."

"Don't you?  I do.  I regret the fact that my parents died.  I
regret that I didn't meet you sooner.  That you had to go
through-"

"Hush," she said, placing her hand on his lips to still them.
"It's all in the past.  We're here now, together.  Nothing
matters more than that."

His prolonged silence troubled her, and she asked, a hint of
worry in her voice, "It doesn't, does it?"

"No.  You're right.  Every thing worked out all right in the
end."

"So you think we should leave well alone?"

"Only if you do, too."

"I do," she said, and she kissed him.

*****************************
Tuesday, 18 June, 1940
London, England
*****************************

Wells returned to his own era just as the air-raid sirens began
their nightly wail.  Hurrying, he put his manuscript into the
drawer of the heavy desk in his study.  He gave it a last glance
before he covered it with other papers, pushed the drawer
closed, and locked it.  Then he placed the key in a small pot
on the top of the desk.  He hadn't chosen good hiding places
for either the manuscript or the key, but then they didn't need
to be well hidden.  He didn't know when Rachelle would
come looking for them, but come she would.  That was her
destiny.

Satisfied with his arrangements, he hustled down to the air-
raid shelter, and he spent the night thinking of his two friends
who would not trade the happiness they had found, even for
the fate of two worlds.

*****************************
Saturday, 17 April, 1999
Alternative Metropolis, New Troy
*****************************

"Do you think we did the right thing?" Clark asked much
later, after Wells had vanished.

Lois sighed.  "I guess we'll always wonder, but I'm happy
with the decision we made.  Besides, if Dumas is right, then
we must be as happy as any two people can be in this life.  I
suspect that we're even happier than our counterparts."

"They seemed happy enough when I met them, honey."

"Perhaps, but Mr Wells did say that we had suffered more."

"You sound positively pleased about that.  I don't get it."

Lois reached across for the copy of The Count of Monte
Cristo and opened it to the very last page.  She read, "'There
is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the
comparison of one state with another, nothing more.  He who
has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme
happiness.'"

"You're kidding," he said.  "It actually says that?"

"Uh huh.  Right here.  Look."  Lois held out the book,
pointing with her finger.

"And you believe it?"

"Well. . . not really.  But there's a grain of truth in the
argument.  I do love you, more than I ever believed I could
love anyone.  When I compare how I feel now with everything
that's gone before, I do feel happy.  And grateful."

"Me, too," said Clark, gathering her closer.

"Maybe we were wrong not to take Mr Wells's chance, but I
don't think so.  He offered us the chance of something better
than what we have, but, Clark, I don't believe that anything
could be better than this."  She leaned in towards him.

And, as their lips met, Clark agreed.  Wholeheartedly.

END

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Well, guys and gals.  If you stuck with me this far, congratulations!
 So, what did you think? :)  (Shameless plea for feedback, here.)

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TITLE: If We Could Live Our Lives Over
PART: 4/11
AUTHOR: Christine Carr (c.carr@virgin.net)
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SUMMARY: When H G Wells visits Alt Clark and his Lois, he tells them
the story of how Tempus escaped from 1866 and offer them the chance to
change history.

*****************************
Wednesday, 28 February, 2198
Phoenix, Arizona
*****************************

Eight year old Clarrie sat in the swing chair and kicked her
short legs in an attempt to set it in motion.  She was a pretty
child with long blond hair, and straight pearly teeth that were
set in a mouth made for smiling.  It didn't smile very often,
however.  Instead, she was a solemn child, and introspective,
just as she had been for the last year, ever since her Papa had
left the family home without so much as a word of
explanation.  In the weeks before Papa had left, he had often
chastised her for meddling in his den, or for making noise as
she played, or for making a mess in the house.  Was that what
had driven Papa away?  She thought it must be: certainly
whenever she had asked Mama where Papa was, or why had
he left, or when was he coming back, Mama simply said that
she didn't know.  Clarrie wondered how she could ever make
it up to Mama.  Meanwhile she did her best, trying to be as
quiet and good as Papa had wanted, fearful that Mama might
leave her, too.

A sound from across the garden made her look up just in time
to see a tall man with short brown hair close the gate behind
him.  As he straightened up and turned to face the house, she
felt her eyes grow to the size of saucers.

"Papa!" she screamed, then realising her error, she clamped a
hand over her mouth, trapping any further screams of joy
before they could drive him away again.  When she was
certain that no further outbursts were forthcoming, she
dropped her hand to her side and moved hesitantly over
towards the top of the stoop.

Tempus ignored the path, instead preferring to jump over a
flower bed, and jog across the lawn, running in a straight line
towards her with his arms outstretched.  "Hello, Clarrie!" he
said, grinning as he scooped her up into his arms.

Reassured by this gesture of affection, Clarrie returned the
hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, and burying
her face into his neck.  "Papa, Papa, Papa," she murmured as
she clung on for dear life.

"You missed me?" he asked.

Clarrie didn't answer out loud.  Instead she simply nodded her
head up and down.  Tempus twisted his head far enough that
he could see her movement, and understand what it meant.  "I
missed you, too," he said.

"I missed you more," Clarrie said, finding her voice again.

"No, you didn't," he said.

"Yes, I did!"

He laughed, and put her back onto the ground.

And so began the happiest weeks of her young life.

*****************************
Sunday, 15 April, 2198
Phoenix, Arizona
*****************************

The arguments had been echoing from inside the house on and
off all morning, frightening Clarrie more than she thought
possible.  She had tried so hard to be good for Papa, and she
thought that she had succeeded.  However, he was arguing
with her mother again, just as he had done before he left them
last time.

Clarrie hunkered down in the flower bed beneath the open
dining room window and listened.  Her eyes were screwed up
with concentration and a determination not to cry, and she
chewed on her fist, pressing it hard against her mouth to
keep her sobs locked firmly inside.  She cringed against the
onslaught from above, feeling the bitter words as though they
were physical blows.

"That's it?  You're *bored*, so you're running out on us
again?"  It was her mother's voice, this time, that was raised
in anger, the words being hurled like weapons at her husband.

"Yes, I'm bored!  And, yes, I'm running out on you again!  If
you're so happy with your life here, well, you're welcome to
it, but I'm going to do my damnedest to make something
different for our future."  Papa defended himself, apparently
impervious to his wife's pain.

"What's wrong with the one we have?  I thought we were
happy and comfortable, and Clarrie likes having you around
again.  How could you do this!?"

Now Mama had got beyond pleading and moral blackmail.
The angry venom that spouted from her mouth was so unlike
the woman that Clarrie loved so much that Clarrie wondered
if she knew her at all.  Clarrie curled even tighter in on herself,
and continued to listen as Mama yelled at Papa, "If you leave this
time, you're not coming back.  You understand me?"

And Papa replied, perhaps with less anger, but with no less
venom, "And what makes you think that I'd want to come
back to you?  To. . . to. . .*this*!  This life of boredom, and
emptiness.  Of--"

The slamming of a door and the abrupt silence told Clarrie
that Mama had finally had enough of the arguments and had
stormed off.  A quieter sound just moments later told her that
Papa had left the room, too, so she scuttled  out of her hiding
place before either of them could catch her at her listening
post.  She ran around the side of the house and up the steps to
the back door, only to collide with Papa as he descended.

"Hi, Clarrie!" he said, sweeping her up into his arms.

She did not respond to his hug.  The joy she had found before
in his arms was suddenly gone, and all she felt was betrayal at
his decision to go.  Did he not love her anymore?  Did he not
love Mama?

The smile slid off Tempus's face, and he put his stoney-faced
daughter back on the ground.

"What's wrong, Clarrie?" he asked.

"You're going away again."  Clarrie's lower lip trembled and
her eyes threatened to flood tears down her cheeks.

He did not ask how she knew that.  Instead he just said, "Yes,
Clarrie, I am," and he managed to put just a hint of regret in
his tone.

"But, why?  You said you'd stay this time.  You promised!"

"I know I did, but. . .  Things change, Clarrie, love."

"I did something wrong, didn't I?  Tell me what it was!  I
promise I won't do it again.  I promise I'll be good!"

"You haven't done anything wrong, Clarrie.  And I'm not
leaving because of you.  You have to believe that."

Clarrie lowered her head and stared at the decking beneath
her feet.  "You did before."

"I did what before?"

"Left.  Because of me."

"Oh, Clarrie!  No, I didn't.  My leaving had nothing to do
with you, at all.  It was just that Mr Wells invited me to take a trip
with him, and I couldn't refuse."

With a child's logic, Clarrie said, "Mr Wells isn't here now, so
that means you don't have to go."

"Yes, I do."

"Why?  Don't you love us anymore?"

"I'll always love you.  You have to believe that."

"I don't understand."

"You don't need to understand.  Just believe it, okay?"

But she didn't.  Her lower lip jutted out with the grief and
anger she seemed unable to make him understand.

Then suddenly he was squatting down next to her, his big
hands resting on her shoulders.  "You're Papa's favourite girl,
you know that, don't you?"

It was a ritual they had developed over the last few weeks,
and she found herself nodding, just as she had been taught.

"And you'd do anything for Papa, right?"

Again, she nodded, this time with a little more reluctance.

"So, if I told you to keep something special for me, you'd do
it?"

Another nod.

"And if I told you my life depended upon it?"

Again a nod, this time with a spark of interest reflecting in her blue
eyes.

"I'm going to tell you a story, Clarrie, and you have to listen
really carefully, because the time we've had together depends
on what you will do a long time in the future.  You
understand me?"

Clarrie stuck a finger in her mouth and shook her head.  No,
she did not understand at all.

Tempus picked her up then made himself comfortable on the
bottom step.  He settled Clarrie on his knee then began to tell
her a story.  "Once upon a time. . ."

A while later, Tempus said, "So what must you do?"

Clarrie concentrated hard, then said, "A long time in the
future, I must give one of two pieces of paper you're going to
give me to a lady called. . ."  She screwed up her face with
concentration.

"Rach. . ." he prompted.

"Rach. . . elle Aston-Kent."

He nodded his approval.

"And she will use it to build a time machine so that she can
rescue you from your prison in the past, and then you will be
able to come back and see me!"

"Right.  Good girl.  And then?"

"And then I give this other piece of paper to you."

Tempus nodded his approval.  "You're a smart girl, you know
that?"

Clarrie nodded, dimpling at Papa's unexpected approval.

(cont in part 5)
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Well, you know, I did have a 4th-great-grandfather, John Sly, who lived to
be 103, so maybe we could have a long lived Martha or Jonathan.  LOL

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--- James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> Spoiler Space
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> Irene,
>
> I liked the Shadow name too.  The old Shadow when
> through my mind as well.
>
> I seriously thought that it would be Shadow Wind or
> Shadow Walker.
>
> James

Hi James,

I love the name 'Shadow Wind'.  I may change this before I submit the
story to the archive.

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Yeehah!  Chris, I am so glad to see this posted to the list!  Everyone
is in for a huge treat.  I highly recommend to everyone that they drop
what they're doing and read this story asap.  It's a fantastic story.

Irene
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Hi Vicki,

--- Vicki Krell <Vicki.Krell@ASU.EDU> wrote:
> Hi, Irene. Was the Rachel "Palmer" in your story the
> same as Rachel Harris,
> the sheriff? Was just wondering. :-)

Yes.  Poor woman. I married her off, then widowed her in one fell
swoop. (g)
>
> I'm LOVING the series so much, but I have one
> complaint....the episodes are
> too short!! I know, I know, I'm greedy. I admit it!
> I just am fascinated
> with this family and would be happy with an entire
> epic, although I'm sure
> that you aren't interested in writing something THAT
> involved (darn <bg>).

LOL!  I'm glad that you're enjoying this, and I am having fun writing,
but when I put all the chapters together, they are around 170 k and I'm
not done yet!  Too short?  And who says that I'll be done with this
family when I'm done with this story?
>
> Can't wait for chapter 9!! Btw, I love the idea of
> there being an oblique
> reference to the Shadow. Should be fun to look for
> in the archive version.

Thanks. I'm not sure though. I liked James's idea for a name and may
change it slightly to ShadowWind.

Take care, and thanks for the wonderful comments.
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> So *that's* how Tempus got out!  I always wondered how he did it, since
> he claimed not to have any technical knowledge.  The next time they
> should drop him in the Jurassic era.  See how he manages with T-Rex for
> a neighbor.

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Irene,

I've been really enjoying your series.  I started at the beginning last
weekend and read through what you posted before today.  Have it printed
to read tonight.  Can't wait.  And I agree with everyone else.  You can
make it as long as you want (the longer the better :-) ).

I've been wondering if there's a list of series and the parts for each
of them anywhere?  It seems like there are a bunch of continuations
coming in these days and trying to keep what goes with what, what I
should read before I read something else, etc. is becoming confusing.
The Archives doesn't have a series classification to go with its
Authors, Titles, What's New, etc.  Any chance of one being created?

quinn
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Hazel wrote:

> Okay, people, I warn you: Trevise has done it again! :) I haven't
> gotten a chance to read the highly endorsed "Timeless," (hey, it's a
> lot longer!) but "End of the Beginning" goes on *my* highly
> recommended
> :)
>
> S
> P
> O
> I
> L
> E
> R
>
> S
> P
> A
> C
> E

As much as I dont' like stories that deal with death  .... I must
say.... this is really a great story.
Very touching.
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Hi Quinn,

Thank you for your feedback on my series.  And I think it's going to be
plenty long for me by the time it's completed.  I think I'm at the 170k
mark by now, and I'm not quite done!

I'm not on the archive roster of talented volunteers, but your idea is
a good one.  Perhaps they will follow up on it.

Finally, remember, most of the stories posted to the list do end up at
the archive.  I will be submitting S&S to the archive when it's finally
complete.  You'll eventually be able to find all these series there.

Irene
--- Lanita Cornwall <cornwall@WC.EDU> wrote:
> Irene,
>
> I've been really enjoying your series.  I started at
> the beginning last
> weekend and read through what you posted before
> today.  Have it printed
> to read tonight.  Can't wait.  And I agree with
> everyone else.  You can
> make it as long as you want (the longer the better
> :-) ).
>
> I've been wondering if there's a list of series and
> the parts for each
> of them anywhere?  It seems like there are a bunch
> of continuations
> coming in these days and trying to keep what goes
> with what, what I
> should read before I read something else, etc. is
> becoming confusing.
> The Archives doesn't have a series classification to
> go with its
> Authors, Titles, What's New, etc.  Any chance of one
> being created?
>
> quinn
>

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At 11:42 AM -0700 8/24/99, Nancy Smith wrote:
>The next time they
>> should drop him in the Jurassic era.  See how he manages with T-Rex for
>> a neighbor.

Knowing Tempus, he'd manage to die in amongst those T-Rex bones, and throw
modern science into a tailspin.  Lane and Kent would have to write up the
story ... "Scientists are baffled by the discovery of human remains dating
>from millions of years before man was thought to exist." <g>

Kathy

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From:         Kathy Brown <kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM>
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At 2:08 PM -0500 8/24/99, Lanita Cornwall wrote:

>I've been wondering if there's a list of series and the parts for each
>of them anywhere?  It seems like there are a bunch of continuations
>coming in these days and trying to keep what goes with what, what I
>should read before I read something else, etc. is becoming confusing.
>The Archives doesn't have a series classification to go with its
>Authors, Titles, What's New, etc.  Any chance of one being created?

As Irene already answered, S&S is not yet on the Archive.  Since she said
she'd be submitting it when the story was finished, I can only assume it
will be one large document with chapters, rather than in 10 separate parts.

A series category, if added, would be included under "Theme", not given its
own heading.  We'll definitely add your suggestion to our list of possible
updates.  To be honest, we've been talking about re-doing the Theme area
for a long time now, and it's just a matter of finding the time--not just
to do the overall re-haul, but to find the time/staff to keep it updated.

As for any series on the Archive, we do try to include that information in
the story descriptions.  For example, in Trevise's Jon Kent series, we
include the part number right in the description.  Therefore, if you search
under an author's name, it shouldn't be too difficult to figure out from
the list of stories found there which stories are part of a series.  Most
authors also include a note about the series in their introduction, telling
the stories in the series so far.  I find that helpful as well.

And of course, if we are really lucky, the author will include a
encompasing title, like Wendy's "Big Boys Do Fly", and part numbers, along
with the specific story title! :)

Kathy

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Date:         Tue, 24 Aug 1999 23:27:26 -0500
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From:         Dennis A Arendt <d.arendt@WORLDNET.ATT.NET>
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Anyone and everyone who has ever contacted me, please do so again.  My email
bombed big time today and I
lost every address that I had.  Please at your convenience email me.  Thank
you so much for your help, I feel so
alone.

Brenda
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Date:         Tue, 24 Aug 1999 21:43:00 -0700
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Okay.  I think you could get my address off the fanfic archive, but here it
is.

Nan

Dennis A Arendt wrote:

> Anyone and everyone who has ever contacted me, please do so again.  My
email bombed big time today and I
> lost every address that I had.  Please at your convenience email me.
Thank you so much for your help, I feel so
> alone.
>
> Brenda
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 08:48:25 -0400
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From:         Phillip Atcliffe <Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK>
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On Tue, 24 Aug 1999 18:11:00 +0000 Chris Carr <c.carr@VIRGIN.NET> wrote:

> My fevered imagination is also responsible for dreaming up the
mechanics of the time travel used in this story. I claim no expertise
in this field whatsoever! I hope that they make some sort of sense. <

I'm not sure _anybody_ can lay claim to expertise in temporal mechanics
-- except maybe Mr Wells, and he ain't here! (Are you, Herb? Do come
out of lurkdom if you are.... <g>) Nonetheless, I didn't see any
glaring errors (or, indeed, any errors at all) in your description of
time travel, given what was established on the show. I have my doubts
as to the logic of how some of the temporal near-paradoxes there were
dealt with, but that has nothing to do with you or what you wrote (good
stuff, BTW, even if it did having me wanting to brain Rachelle with a
cyber-paddle after part 4 or so <g>).

I wish Wendy was here, because a real test of your work would be to see
if she could understand the difference between your "chronological"
time (what I call "subjective" time) and "objective" time, i.e., time
as perceived by the individual (a time traveller) and the overall
time-stream -- history, if you will. List-members may recall a few
posts on that some months ago when we were trying to decide if Tempus
could have recused himself; I said yes, but other posters couldn't see
it. Ah, well, let's not start that again.... <g>

Phil, whose own students would probably like a time machine to help
them revise. Especially the ones who will be doing an exam in about 15
minutes.... <g>
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 Gravity is a Downer... So let's go flying!
   -- so sayeth Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk)
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 07:29:07 -0700
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Let's try this again.

I suspected it was a romp, but not knowing I treated
it seriously.

As a romp it is an outstanding piece of work worthy of
recognition.
CALLING ALL FAN FIC READERS
If you like a good romp reading then I highly
recommend Marnie Rowe's Misadventures in
Crimefighting.

You'll laugh, you groan, but in all you should have a
good read.

===
Mr. D8a
Philipians 4:8

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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 10:48:14 -0700
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From:         Melisma <melisma@INTERGATE.BC.CA>
Subject:      Sorry everyone!
Comments: To: organchat@onelist.com, -1mature_xfiles_fans@onelist.com,
          piano_chat@onelist.com, JAG-XFshippers@onelist.com,
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Hi everyone,

First of all, I want to apologize for sending this one note to all of my
active lists. But I needed to write the same message to all of you, and
since my time is limited today, writing a combined note seemed the most
efficient use of my time.

Second of all, I wanted to apologize to the lists in general and
individuals in particular for not posting in the past few days. If you
wrote me a private e-mail, this goes doubly for you, for not answering
right away :) I am in the middle of changing computers, you see, and have
gotten 'way too far behind in reading my mail. I hadn't even checked it for
two days, and when I did, last night, I found well over three hundred
messages for me to read. And more come every few minutes. So until I finish
reading the backlog, any posts I *do* make may seem too long after the
fact, and if you wrote me privately, it may take me a while to respond to
you.

Anyway, thanks again for your patience with me while I attempt to sort out
this new computer :)

Melisma

melisma@intergate.bc.ca
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 11:52:56 -0700
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FIRST YOU DO NOT HAVE TO RESPOND TO THIS!

Second you have both wife's and my sympathies.  Lisa
had to go NO MAIL 3 weeks ago just to catch-up.

PS I am keeping her abreast of all new stories and
interesting threads (my definition of interesting) so
she is not out of the loop.

James, Lisa and her Sidekick Babe

--- Melisma <melisma@INTERGATE.BC.CA> wrote:
> Hi everyone,
>
> First of all, I want to apologize for sending this
> one note to all of my
> active lists. But I needed to write the same message
> to all of you, and
> since my time is limited today, writing a combined
> note seemed the most
> efficient use of my time.
>
> Second of all, I wanted to apologize to the lists in
> general and
> individuals in particular for not posting in the
> past few days. If you
> wrote me a private e-mail, this goes doubly for you,
> for not answering
> right away :) I am in the middle of changing
> computers, you see, and have
> gotten 'way too far behind in reading my mail. I
> hadn't even checked it for
> two days, and when I did, last night, I found well
> over three hundred
> messages for me to read. And more come every few
> minutes. So until I finish
> reading the backlog, any posts I *do* make may seem
> too long after the
> fact, and if you wrote me privately, it may take me
> a while to respond to you.
>
> Anyway, thanks again for your patience with me while
> I attempt to sort out
> this new computer :)
>
> Melisma
>
> melisma@intergate.bc.ca
> dlgray@usa.net
> music_teacher@yahoo.com
>
> Melisma on IRC
> MelShpFoLC on AIM
> Music_Teacher on Yahoo!
> #44922309 on ICQ
>

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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 11:56:31 -0700
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I have not okayed it with my wife to announce anything
that you might interpert from the last email I sent so
please refrain from emailing us about anything that
might come to mind from that email.

And now that we have had that cryptic message I will
go back to lurking.

James Jabber Jaw
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 15:49:52 CDT
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A belated thank you to everyone for all their tall mall information.  I
think I more responses from my first thank you than I did out of the
original question. <g>

You're going to think I'm pretty silly, but I already knew about the eight
story Water Tower Place in Chicago.  I was there just last month.  Since
Chicago's the one and only big city I've ever been to, I wasn't sure if a
shopping center of the height of is an isolated thing or not.  Apparently
it's not, since New York has several too.

To Roseann, I don't need information on the Trump building in particular,
since my mall is an imaginary Metropolis mall anyway. I  just needed
information about malls (and specifically their elevators) in general, which
is exactly what I got.  Thanks everyone!

Jessi
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 21:48:44 +0000
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From:         Chris Carr <c.carr@VIRGIN.NET>
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> On Tue, 24 Aug 1999 18:11:00 +0000 Chris Carr <c.carr@VIRGIN.NET> wrote:
>
> > My fevered imagination is also responsible for dreaming up the
> mechanics of the time travel used in this story. I claim no expertise
> in this field whatsoever! I hope that they make some sort of sense. <

and   Phillip Atcliffe <Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK> replied:
>
> I'm not sure _anybody_ can lay claim to expertise in temporal mechanics
> -- except maybe Mr Wells, and he ain't here! (Are you, Herb? Do come
> out of lurkdom if you are.... <g>) Nonetheless, I didn't see any
> glaring errors (or, indeed, any errors at all) in your description of
> time travel, given what was established on the show.

Well, if you're happy, then I am, too! <g>  No.  I didn't really
expect anyone to say that they were experts in the field, but it did
cross my mind that someone might say that I'd got it wrong in terms
of the shows continuity, or something like that.  (Who *is* Andrus,
anyway?  When was he from?  It's so long since I've seen that
episode...)

>I have my doubts
> as to the logic of how some of the temporal near-paradoxes there were
> dealt with,

Well, they are one reason why I wrote the story in the first place,
and why I included a few lines about why Clark and Lois 'forgot'
their first meeting with Tempus.  I was trying to sort things out in
my own mind.  I'm not sure that the story makes any more sense than
the shows did, themselves, but I had fun anyhow.

> but that has nothing to do with you or what you wrote (good
> stuff, BTW, even if it did having me wanting to brain Rachelle with a
> cyber-paddle after part 4 or so <g>).
>
Thanks.  And re braining Rachelle -- how do you think I felt!
I thought I'd brought her up better than that! <g>

Chris
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 14:19:06 -0700
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I fancy myself as temporal dabbler.  I know a
smattering of dozens of different theories.  I like
yours--it is simple and concise.  It helps that the
show was consistent with how it treated time travel.

If I understand you, you are of both camps.  Tempus is
a wanton monster and he is the tool of history.
History is already existent--Past, Present, and
Future.  The reason that Tempus was able to get out
was that it had already happened in the future's past.
 (The problem with time theory is that it can give you
a headache after a while.)

I perfectly understood you when you were talking about
subjective aging and objective aging.

As for the memory thing...I like it.  Paradox has to
be answered someplace!

An interesting theory was put forward by fellow on
another list suggesting that if the same individule
were to travel backward a day and come within a couple
of miles of his earlier self then the earlier self
would gain the memories of the later self and the
later self would dissolve in order to preserve space
time continuity.  Thus causing the earlier self to
have two sets of memories for the same time period.

The exact opposite of your theory.  I like yours
better!  Imagine if the infant Clark gained all of Old
Clarks memories and Old Clark disappeared!  That would
make a real mess of things.

As usual I have lost track of time and need to pick up
my beloved.

James
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 22:24:03 -0500
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From:         Karen Ward <ward8120@MACH1.WLU.CA>
Subject:      If We Could Live Our Lives Over
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Hey, everyone!!!  :)

First off, I have to apologize to all those fabulous fanfic writers I
ignored in lieu of reading Chris's story.  This story was brought to my
attention under strong recommendation, and, once you all read it, you'll
see why!!! :)

Now, on with the business at hand . . . Chris, what an amazing writer you
are!!!!! :)  Are you sure you don't moonlight as a novelist?? ;)

S
p
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

Phew . . . typing that's harder than it looks. ;)

Anyhow, first off, I have to say that once I started reading this story,
there was no turning back!  Your intro was so captivating that I just *had*
to keep reading, not to mention, the manner in which you introduced H.G.
Wells' purpose for visiting made it impossible not to be trembling in
suspense.  I also love how you picked up your story in the midst of the
Alt. L&C's marital bliss -- your version of them are so cute together! :)

Next, I couldn't help but be impressed with your explanation and theories
on time travel.  Personally, I've never given the subject much heed simply
because it gives me a headache to think about it too much, but you made it
seem so logical and straightforward, Chris, that I don't know how I
couldn't see it that way before!  I particularly appreciated your
explanation of how L&C's memories were reset when H.G. Wells returned them
after Tempus's attempt on Clark's life in 1966. :)

Another impressive aspect of this story was your depiction of the future.
It was just technologically advanced enough for me to believe it
futuristic, yet similar enough to our time for me to identify with Rachelle
and her daily routine.  Great job!!!! :)

Perhaps the most compelling aspect of this story was Alt. L&C's dilemma in
having to decide between what they have, and the possibility of what they
could have had.  You nearly had me in tears with grief of what Tempus had
taken from them, and then at what they would have to give up in order to
have the chance at getting what Tempus had taken back.  In the end, I think
your decision to have them keep what they have was heart-wrenching, yet
perfect! :)

And, last but certainly not least, it was just a darn good story!!! :)  The
plot kept me intrigued, and, though I already knew this after reading your
previous stories, you have a way with words that I can only be envious of!
To quote my favourite ficticious heroine, "What's your secret?  And can I
have it?" ;)

So, anyone who hasn't read this story, I strongly recommend that you do so
post haste!  You don't know what you're missing!!! :)  And, Chris, keep the
fic coming!!!  You can bet I'll be watching my monitor closely for your
next work to appear in my mailbox!!! :)

Take care,
Karen :)
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 22:34:21 -0700
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From:         Linda Deneroff <lindad@ISOMEDIA.COM>
Subject:      How do I go No Mail?
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I'm going on vacation for a while and don't want to flood my mailbox.  Who
do I send mail to go nomail?

Linda Deneroff
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Date:         Thu, 26 Aug 1999 01:45:05 EDT
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In a message dated 8/26/99 12:40:41 AM Central Daylight Time,
lindad@ISOMEDIA.COM writes:

<< I'm going on vacation for a while and don't want to flood my mailbox.
Who
 do I send mail to go nomail? >>

Send an e-mail (from the e-mail addy you're subscribed with) to
LISTSERV@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU

In the body of the e-mail type SET LOISCLA-GENERAL-L NOMAIL

that's all, and I hope this gets through because every single time I try and
send a post to this list explaining the commands, it gets rejected by
listserv as being a "command" post .. sheesh ;)

Zoom
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Date:         Wed, 25 Aug 1999 23:08:21 -0700
Reply-To:     Ara Swanson <as4901a@american.edu>
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From:         Ara Swanson <as4901a@AMERICAN.EDU>
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> In the body of the e-mail type SET LOISCLA-GENERAL-L NOMAIL
>
> that's all, and I hope this gets through because every single time I try
> and
> send a post to this list explaining the commands, it gets rejected by
> listserv as being a "command" post .. sheesh ;)

How do you remove the Nomail command?

Ara :o)
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Date:         Thu, 26 Aug 1999 02:10:17 EDT
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Ok this is a question to help me along with my continuing fanfic that i am
writing...

Does Metropolis have a baseball team?  I know they had a football team named
the Metropolis Tigers, right?  If they have a baseball team, can somebody
give me the name?

Thanks.
Alexis ;-.)
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Date:         Thu, 26 Aug 1999 02:12:27 EDT
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In a message dated 8/26/99 1:09:13 AM Central Daylight Time,
as4901a@AMERICAN.EDU writes:

<< How do you remove the Nomail command? >>

In a message dated 8/26/99 1:09:13 AM Central Daylight Time,
as4901a@AMERICAN.EDU writes:

<< How do you remove the Nomail command? >>

send to the command SET LOISCLA-GENERAL-L MAIL

to LISTSERV@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU

that command also works to switch you from "digest" to regular mail.

Zoom
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Date:         Thu, 26 Aug 1999 07:08:17 EDT
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In a message dated 8/26/99 2:10:48 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
MsLoisette@AOL.COM writes:

<< Does Metropolis have a baseball team?  I know they had a football team
named
 the Metropolis Tigers, right?  If they have a baseball team, can somebody
 give me the name? >>

Yes, Metropolis has a baseball team, because the sleazy newscaster in Man of
Steel Bars reports that the "Metros lost the pennant" because of Superman. I
suppose they are therefore called the Metros.

Ann
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Karen Ward <ward8120@MACH1.WLU.CA> wrote

>
> Now, on with the business at hand . . . Chris, what an amazing writer you
> are!!!!! :)  Are you sure you don't moonlight as a novelist?? ;)

Thanks for the compliment, and, yes, I'm quite sure that I don't
moonlight as a novelist.

Modesty prevents me from cutting and pasting the rest of your rave
review (though I may have it framed and hung at home, you never know
<g>), but I will just reply to one bit:

>
> And, last but certainly not least, it was just a darn good story!!! :)
The
> plot kept me intrigued, and, though I already knew this after reading your
> previous stories, you have a way with words that I can only be envious of!
> To quote my favourite ficticious heroine, "What's your secret?  And can I
> have it?" ;)

Wasn't our favourite hero's response along the lines of looking
adorably puzzled, and keeping silent?  I'll never look as adorable,
but I can do the puzzled bit really well.

Thanks for the comments, Karen.  Much appreciated.

Chris
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zoom - put this in your new tech boards on your MBs.  merry

The Zoomway wrote:

> In a message dated 8/26/99 12:40:41 AM Central Daylight Time,
> lindad@ISOMEDIA.COM writes:
>
> << I'm going on vacation for a while and don't want to flood my mailbox.
Who
>  do I send mail to go nomail? >>
>
> Send an e-mail (from the e-mail addy you're subscribed with) to
> LISTSERV@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
>
> In the body of the e-mail type SET LOISCLA-GENERAL-L NOMAIL
>
> that's all, and I hope this gets through because every single time I try
and
> send a post to this list explaining the commands, it gets rejected by
> listserv as being a "command" post .. sheesh ;)
>
> Zoom
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Since there has been various discussions over the last few weeks on the
different lists as well as Demi and Zoom's boards about the whole
L&C/ABC/Disney fiasco - I thought I would pass this information on to you
all
that came through email this afternoon.

THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER
EMAIL BULLETIN: 8/26/99 2:50 p.m. PDT
________________________________________________
The Hollywood Reporter Online:
http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/
________________________________________________
TARSES OUT AT ABC ENTERTAINMENT
Jamie Tarses' tumultuous term as president of ABC Entertainment
president is over. After denying a report Monday that she was being
asked to resign, ABC issued an announcement today stating that she
was exiting immediately. "The sweeping changes in the
entertainment industry dictated necessary, competitive changes at
ABC, and I feel that the time is right to move on," Tarses said in a
statement. Tarses joined ABC in 1996, but only had four months in
which she was the executive solely in charge of the entertainment
division. Her departure comes in midst of a consolidation of ABC
Entertainment and Touchstone Television, the production unit of
ABC parent Walt Disney Co. Tarses joined ABC from NBC, where
she was senior vp, primetime series and responsible for developing
the comedy hits "Friends" and "Frasier." More details will be
available later today on The Hollywood Reporter Web page,
www.hollywoodreporter.com, and in tomorrow's print edition of
The Hollywood Reporter.

April
*AOL Users*
Check Out Keyword:  EXTRA

Want to know about Cabaret?

Check Out Demi's LCFLP at:   http://www.destinyy.com/boards

I shall pass through this world but once.
Any good therefore that I can do or any
kindness I can show to any human being,
let me do it now...for I shall not pass
this way again.

 - Etienne de Grellet
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At 02:10 AM 08/26/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>Ok this is a question to help me along with my continuing fanfic that i am
>writing...
>
>Does Metropolis have a baseball team?  I know they had a football team
named
>the Metropolis Tigers, right?  If they have a baseball team, can somebody
>give me the name?
>
>Thanks.
>Alexis ;-.)

Since Metropolis is probably the biggest city in the world, it can have
several
baseball teams. Make up a good name for one you like

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
...the Metropolis Mummies
They're All Wrapped Up
In Themselves
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In a message dated 8/26/99 6:08:52 AM EST, Aerm1@AOL.COM writes:

<< Yes, Metropolis has a baseball team, because the sleazy newscaster in Man
of
 Steel Bars reports that the "Metros lost the pennant" because of Superman.
I
 suppose they are therefore called the Metros.

 Ann
  >>

Oh, yeah!  Now I remember!  I remember that guy saying something like that,
but that was just one of those lines that didn't leave a lasting impression
on me after viewing it as many times as i have. <G>

Thanks for reminding me.. it is a big help!

BTW, thanks to all of the people who emailed me privately about the Oxford
thing.  I figured out what to do with my own character and i put a spin on
it
too. ;)

Thanks a whole bunch..

Alexis ;-.)
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Hi!

As a lot of you know, I have an NL that I manage called, SOSL&C.  A lot of
you wonderful people are on the mailing list. ;)

I have a small problem and i need your help!  One of my current staff
members
is busy with school so she needs someone to temporarily help her out,
basically take over her post until football is over.  When her time is over
and if you would like to keep the job that you have, we can probably work
something out.

In order to help me out all you need is:

1.  IRC
2. Read a lot of LnC fanfic and be willing to recommend fanfics to our
readers.

If this sounds like you, please email me privately.

Also if any of you out there, meaning any one who is reading this email, has
any ideas or things to submit to the NL please send them my way!  I WANT to
hear from you guys!!! ;)

Thanks.
Alexis ;-.)
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This is Information Request:

What are some complications that can lead to death
during childbirth?

This is not for a Lois deathfic!!!

It is, however, for a fan fic.

Scenario :  Individual is pregnant for the second time
and everything is going fine until...

If you could fill in the .... I would be quite happy.

Yes, I realize this is a strange and disturbing
request but as we know from experience  life can harsh
and not everything goes they way we hope it to.

It is also an odd request considering the Scripture
that I have with my signature.

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Philipians 4:8
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Chris,

This was WONDERFUL!! I have not the words - you've left me speechless... I
spent the whole morning on this, when I should have been doing the research
for my own fic. But now I am well and truly inspired to get at it :) Hoping
to read another story from you soon...

S

P

O

I

L

E

R

S

P

A

C

E

There, is that enough spoiler space, Farah? :)

I must say, tho', that the thought of Tempus having a family... I don't
know if that makes him more despicable to me, or more human. To put a wife
and child through all that... /me shivers.

And I like the conclusion you had AltClark and AltLois make... Nice use of
classic literature, too!

Melisma
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Melisma <melisma@INTERGATE.BC.CA> wrote

> Chris,
>
> This was WONDERFUL!! I have not the words - you've left me speechless... I
> spent the whole morning on this, when I should have been doing the
research
> for my own fic. But now I am well and truly inspired to get at it :)
Hoping
> to read another story from you soon...
>
Glad you liked it.  Sorry I've dragged you away from your own work...
I am working on a couple of other things at the moment, but
just how soon they'll be done, I have no idea.  I'm *very* slow!

> S
> P
> O
> I
> L
> E
> R
>
> S
> P
> A
> C
> E
>
>
> I must say, tho', that the thought of Tempus having a family... I don't
> know if that makes him more despicable to me, or more human. To put a wife
> and child through all that... /me shivers.
>
But he is despicable, isn't he?  Surely that's part of what makes him
such a great villain.

> And I like the conclusion you had AltClark and AltLois make... Nice use of
> classic literature, too!

Out of interest, would anyone out there like to have seen AltClark
and AltLois make a different decision?

As for the literature: I couldn't resist.   The Count of Monte
Cristo is my all-time, absolute, favourite book.  And, while I've
read it cover to cover about five times over the years, I am yet to
match Lois's feat of reading it within a week!

Chris
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S

P

O

I

L

E

R

S

P

A

C

E

>Out of interest, would anyone out there like to have seen AltClark
>and AltLois make a different decision?

Oooh yes! You could write an alternate ending to the story and explore the
consequences of their decision. Not necessarily a Part 2, but an Alt-Alt
kind of story :)

Melisma
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In a message dated 08/27/1999 10:48:36 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes:

<< What are some complications that can lead to death
 during childbirth? >>

Are we talking present or long ago? Long ago, before doctors knew to wash
their hands before helping with childbirth, many women contracted a fever
soon after and many also died. It was known as childbed fever. And it was
caused by lack of cleanliness (germs getting where they shouldn't).

--Laurie (who can't be very helpful in the present, however)
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> In a message dated 08/27/1999 10:48:36 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
> mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes:
>
> << What are some complications that can lead to death
>  during childbirth? >>
>
Killing the mother, huh?  It's much easier to think of complications
that lead to the death of the child.

Sending my mind way back, to when my midwives made me be familiar with
just about every complication that can occur during childbirth.  There
was something called a "maternal embolism," I believe, an air bubble
that gets into the mother's bloodstream.  (Through the cord? Guessing.)
This causes death.  When I asked the midwife how common that was, she
replied that she'd never seen it, and didn't know anyone who had.
However, it was possible, and I was supposed to know about it.

Uncontrolled bleeding was a major factor in the old days, and can still
be a problem but with transfusions and all, is much less likely to cause
death.  Infections, pneumonia -- a mother could be seriously weakened by
childbirth, letting a secondary infection set in.

I know of two families where there is an infant and the mother is dead,
but both of those occurred in traffic accidents.   The mother was
killed, and the children were not.
------------------------
Genevieve <mailto:nightsky@erols.com>

  "Long Have I Waited"--a new Highlander fanfic featuring
    Methos and Kronos now available at
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From:         Emily Angerer Crawford <ccsupec@HELEN.OIT.GATECH.EDU>
Subject:      Re: IR: Pregnancy Problems
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James Tull wrote:
>
> What are some complications that can lead to death
> during childbirth?
>

Fortunately, in this day and age it's very rare for women in first world
countries to die in childbirth.  However, it does occasionally happen.  The
most common cause is severe bleeding, often caused by placenta previa (the
placenta is positioned too low, blocking the birth canal; if this is not
detected before a vaginal delivery it can result in severe haemorrhaging --
usually if there is placenta previa in the third trimester there is some
bleeding in advance, so a pre-emptive C-section can be scheduled, but this
is not always the case) or placenta abrupta (the placenta becomes detached
>from the womb prematurely, resulting in internal haemorrhaging, although
normally this occurs some time before labor begins, resulting in the death
of the baby and eventually the mother if it is not detected).

It is also possible for there to be complications from the anesthesia that
many women choose to use.  The most common anesthesia during labor is the
epidural, which must be placed between two particular bones of the spine.
If it is placed one notch too high (obviously grounds for malpractice!) this
can paralyze the lungs and/or heart, which can clearly lead to death if
resuscitation is not quick enough.  Additionally, some women turn out to be
severely allergic to the medications used in the epidural (or whatever
anesthesia) and this can cause death as well.

Infection is still a possibility, although it is, thank goodness, very rare
in first world countries -- in other countries it is unfortunately still
very common.  The most likely scenario I can imagine for a woman to die of
an infection would be one in which she leaves the hospital (or birth center,
as appropriate) before it is detected, after an otherwise normal (although
long labors are more prone to infection) delivery, and then proceeds to
ignore the symptoms until she is very ill.  That's not so much dying in
childbirth as dying as a result of childbirth-related complications.

Women who get adequate prenatal care are watched very carefully for
pre-eclampsia, or pregnancy-induced hypertension, the major symptom of which
is high blood pressure -- it also causes severe swelling (also known as
edema) and a collection of other problems.  If left untreated, this can
result in full-blown eclampsia, which carries the risk of a host of
problems, including convulsions or heart attack during childbirth.  There
are ways to manage pre-eclampsia, but only to an extent, and if it gets
severe the baby must be delivered early to prevent the death of both mother
and baby.  A website I consulted also mentioned that pre-eclampsia can lead
to the HELLP Syndrome:  Hemolysis (destruction of red blood cells), Elevated
Liver enzymes (indicating liver damage), and Low Platelets (internal
bleeding risk). HELLP Syndrome is a life threatening condition for both
mother and baby.

Of course, you should never rule out the possibility of something not
directly related to the pregnancy being the cause of death, e.g. athsma or
or some other illness.  Those put the mother at greater risk of dying from
the stress of childbirth, although I would hope you'd be aware of these in
advance.

That's everything I could come up with on short notice.  What a horrible
thing to be thinking about when I'm seven months pregnant! :)

-Emily
--
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"And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair
well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle
pleasures of these days." -- Richard III
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>===== Original Message From Genevieve =====
>> In a message dated 08/27/1999 10:48:36 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
>> mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes:
>>
>> << What are some complications that can lead to death
>>  during childbirth? >>
>>
>Killing the mother, huh?  It's much easier to think of complications
>that lead to the death of the child.

My experience with researching this topic agrees pretty much with
Genevieve's;
it's easier for the child to die. For a non-fanfic story I was writing last
spring, I asked my aunt (a long-time OBGYN nurse) that same question. Here's
what's pertinent of her answer--

"there really [aren't] too many complications from having a baby today,
everything is pretty safe because of the great medical care.  most women go
home in 24-48  hrs. after they deliver.  one thing that could happen, but it
is rare, is a ruptured uterus from [prolonged] labor where they would have
to
do an er [c-section] or an er hysterectomy.  the mother would then need
about
6 weeks to recover and some help with her baby. it would seem that it is
more
likely to have a premature baby or a baby born with deformities that the
mother would need help learning to care for the baby."

You might want to do a web search for this information. You could start by
looking under pregnancy complications. If you want to go into threatening
the
baby's life as well as (or instead of) the mother's, you might have an
easier
time finding something. I may be able to offer you some information as well,
being that I was born by an emergency c-section, as I was being strangled by
the umbilical cord. Good luck with your story!

-Christy
 kubitc@kenyon.edu
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The other posts pretty much cover what I was going to say.  There aren't
too many cases of death during childbirth these days.  You might want to
be satisfied with a non childbirth related death such as a stroke or
heart attack brought on by the stress of labor.  That has sometimes
happened if the condition wasn't detected ahead of time, which sometimes
still happens, although it's rare.  There's also the other option--post
delivery death.  We had a case on the ward where I worked where the
young mother was preparing to go home and suddenly dropped dead on the
spot.  She had had an amniotic embolism.  These aren't always fatal, but
when they hit suddenly like that there is almost no warning.

Nan Smith R.N.

James Tull wrote:

> This is Information Request:
>
> What are some complications that can lead to death
> during childbirth?
>
> This is not for a Lois deathfic!!!
>
> It is, however, for a fan fic.
>
> Scenario :  Individual is pregnant for the second time
> and everything is going fine until...
>
> If you could fill in the .... I would be quite happy.
>
> Yes, I realize this is a strange and disturbing
> request but as we know from experience  life can harsh
> and not everything goes they way we hope it to.
>
> It is also an odd request considering the Scripture
> that I have with my signature.
>
> ===
> Mr. D8a
> Philipians 4:8
> __________________________________________________
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At 07:44 AM 8/27/99 -0700, James Tull wrote:
>This is Information Request:
>
>What are some complications that can lead to death
>during childbirth?
>
>Scenario :  Individual is pregnant for the second time
>and everything is going fine until...

James, I'll write to my sister-in-law and find out what happened with her
second pregnancy.  She was fine that morning; then within a few hours, she
had a high fever, her white blood cell count was off the chart, and she was
being rushed into surgery to end the pregnancy.  Her son, who was about 3
months premature, was delivered by C-section to give him a chance for life
(and he's a happy, healthy 4 year old now :)  But we learned later that if
they had waited even a few more hours, both of them would have died.  So
that sounds like the kind of thing you're looking for.  I'll find out what
her condition was called and get back to you.

Sheila Harper
sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
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So far I have to agree with you Nancy.  These are all
'wonderful' suggestions, but I was looking for
something like you mentioned.  Sudden and unexpected.
I have also heard of congenital conditions like a weak
blood vessel in the brain hemorraging from the strain.
 Especially after a long labor and stressful
conditions.

What happens when you have a brain hemorrage?

I must admit that right now I have a queasy feeling in
the pit of my stomach just thinking about it.  But I
would rather be right than laughed at.

James
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Date:         Fri, 27 Aug 1999 14:31:24 -0700
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Please do!

Man, do I feel like one sick, twisted, puppy right
now!

James

Shudder

--- Sheila Harper <sharper@CNCC.CC.CO.US> wrote:
> At 07:44 AM 8/27/99 -0700, James Tull wrote:
> >This is Information Request:
> >
> >What are some complications that can lead to death
> >during childbirth?
> >
> >Scenario :  Individual is pregnant for the second
> time
> >and everything is going fine until...
>
> James, I'll write to my sister-in-law and find out
> what happened with her
> second pregnancy.  She was fine that morning; then
> within a few hours, she
> had a high fever, her white blood cell count was off
> the chart, and she was
> being rushed into surgery to end the pregnancy.  Her
> son, who was about 3
> months premature, was delivered by C-section to give
> him a chance for life
> (and he's a happy, healthy 4 year old now :)  But we
> learned later that if
> they had waited even a few more hours, both of them
> would have died.  So
> that sounds like the kind of thing you're looking
> for.  I'll find out what
> her condition was called and get back to you.
>
> Sheila Harper
> sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
>

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Date:         Fri, 27 Aug 1999 14:41:44 -0700
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Basically, a brain hemorrhage is a  kind of severe stroke.  The kind you
are talking about is usually caused by  an aneurism, which is a weak
area in a blood vessel which balloons out and can rupture under stress.
The result is most frequently death.

James Tull wrote:

> So far I have to agree with you Nancy.  These are all
> 'wonderful' suggestions, but I was looking for
> something like you mentioned.  Sudden and unexpected.
> I have also heard of congenital conditions like a weak
> blood vessel in the brain hemorraging from the strain.
>  Especially after a long labor and stressful
> conditions.
>
> What happens when you have a brain hemorrage?
>
> I must admit that right now I have a queasy feeling in
> the pit of my stomach just thinking about it.  But I
> would rather be right than laughed at.
>
> James
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In a message dated 8/27/99 10:48:36 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes:

<<
 What are some complications that can lead to death
 during childbirth?
  >>

The following happened to me and if I hadn't had emergency surgery, I would
have died.   During my second pregnancy, the placenta grew into the wall of
the uterus rather than attaching normally, so that when my son was born,
even
though the placenta was delivered OK, there were still blood vessels in the
uterine wall from the placenta.  When he was abut two weeks old, I started
to
hemorhage.  Luckily, I got to the doctor in time and had surgery and didn't
die, but it was a possibility, and very scary at the time.

Other than something like that, a stroke from your blood pressure
sky-rocketing, or a raging infection, maternal death is unusual, but
possible.

Ann
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Nancy Smith wrote:

> Basically, a brain hemorrhage is a  kind of severe stroke.  The kind you
> are talking about is usually caused by  an aneurism, which is a weak
> area in a blood vessel which balloons out and can rupture under stress.
> The result is most frequently death.
>

Slight misstatement here.  I was trying to deal with fighting kids and type
at the same time.  I meant to say a brain hemorrhage is kind of like a
severe stroke, although the cause is different.  An aneurysm (or aneurism,
depending on your preference) is frequently congenital, but can be caused by
disease of the blood vessel wall.  Whatever the cause, it can burst suddenly
and is most often fatal.  I believe I read a report a few years ago about
someone surviving, but it's very rare.    Anyway, if you want something of
the sort for your story, it's probably a good bet.

Nan

> James Tull wrote:
>
> > So far I have to agree with you Nancy.  These are all
> > 'wonderful' suggestions, but I was looking for
> > something like you mentioned.  Sudden and unexpected.
> > I have also heard of congenital conditions like a weak
> > blood vessel in the brain hemorraging from the strain.
> >  Especially after a long labor and stressful
> > conditions.
> >
> > What happens when you have a brain hemorrage?
> >
> > I must admit that right now I have a queasy feeling in
> > the pit of my stomach just thinking about it.  But I
> > would rather be right than laughed at.
> >
> > James
> > __________________________________________________
> > Do You Yahoo!?
> > Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com
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Hi everyone,

Skip week is over and we hope you can join us Saturday, August 28, 1999, for
our fanfic writing session. This week we continue with the baby shower
storyline:

As their friends and family continue preparations at the DP a hostage crisis
at Star Labs threatens not only to keep Lois and Clark from attending but
also may take them (and Superman) out of the picture permanently.

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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My mother and I almost died during childbirth. I know because I never hear
the end of it. I was a breach and wouldn't come out and the doctors were
unable to do a c-section, because of everything that was going wrong with
my mother. I am not sure of the details though. Mind you, this was in 1973,
and because of this she wasn't able to carry my brother to term and he was
born 2 months premature.

Just thought that I would share my story.
Tanya

>At 07:44 AM 8/27/99 -0700, James Tull wrote:
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>
>What are some complications that can lead to death
>during childbirth?
>
>Scenario :  Individual is pregnant for the second time
>and everything is going fine until...
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Anything can cause a blood vessel in the brain to go, in either sex so it
would not be a problem if the ran up the stairs and it burst! but other
than that I see a lot of good suggestions.. My son nearly died cause he
tried to come out face first but the normal way is that the baby won't make
it but the mother will, I had emerg C-section and it saved my son but that
was still nerve racking.  Um other than that there is extreme toximia which
is  a condition that causes the liver to fail and the mother can die if not
detected in time or of course there is arithmyias (sp?) of the heart that
can lead to heart attack anywhere in the third trimester. I could go on but
normally if there is a prob in preg then it is the baby that is over,
natural reaction to something that threatens a life inside your own body..
any way hope I helped a bit.
Marnie
Bumkin@ibm.net

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> From: James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM>
> To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
> Subject: Re: IR: Pregnancy Problems
> Date: Friday, August 27, 1999 5:26 PM
>
> So far I have to agree with you Nancy.  These are all
> 'wonderful' suggestions, but I was looking for
> something like you mentioned.  Sudden and unexpected.
> I have also heard of congenital conditions like a weak
> blood vessel in the brain hemorraging from the strain.
>  Especially after a long labor and stressful
> conditions.
>
> What happens when you have a brain hemorrage?
>
> I must admit that right now I have a queasy feeling in
> the pit of my stomach just thinking about it.  But I
> would rather be right than laughed at.
>
> James
> __________________________________________________
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>From John Fri, 06 Aug 1999 18:16:55 -0400
From: John VanSickle <vansickl@erols.com>
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Subject: The Things I Will Do if I Am ever the True Love

There is a distressing tendency in adventure fiction for the Hero's
True Love to be nothing more than a trophy. She gives the hero something
to aspire for, and gives the Evil Overlord someone to use as a hostage,
but that's it. In the typical story she spends most of her time waiting
around for the Hero to rescue her. If she had some kind of useful skill,
she might be able to avoid capture, or effect her own escape in a way
that does not depend on womanly wiles.
    The True Love is that category of protagonist whose main role is
that of love interest for the hero or heroine. This does not preclude
military skills, but then again it doesn't preclude the True Love from
being an architect, painter, chef, etc.
    DISCLAIMER:  The use of masculine/feminine pronouns and assignment
of gender roles is not intended to preclude a reversal of gender roles.
It is, however, intended to offend clueless Web TV types who think that
this list bears any relation to the way I treat women in real life.

 1. I will never take a vow to marry only someone who can defeat me. I
    will learn of those laws which limit my marriage options and work
    towards their repeal. I will decided when and who I marry, thank you
    very much.

 2. I will not freeze in terror in the presence of monsters or servants
    of the Evil Overlord.

 3. If I have a friend who never seems to be around when the Hero shows
    up and clobbers the Bad Guys, I will draw the appropriate
    conclusions.

 4. If I am captured by the Evil Overlord and escape, I will assume that
    he is tracking me in some manner. If I am going to the hidden rebel
    base, I shall first go to an alternate location, change clothing,
    equipment and means of transportation, and then go to the hidden
    rebel base.

 5. If I have a copy of the Evil Overlord's plans and my capture is
    imminent, I will not send the only copy of those plans away with a
    cute little sidekick. I will make many copies of the plans and send
    them away with many cute little sidekicks.

 6. I will obtain skill in unarmed combat, so that I can kick Bad Guys
    between the legs, and put my elbow into the Evil Overlord's solar
    plexus when he uses me as a human shield. I will not, however,
    attempt to tackle a Bad Guy bare-handed as long as more practical
    alternatives exist.

 7. I will obtain skill in armed combat, so that when the Evil Overlord
    and the Hero are engaged in mortal combat, I can grab some dead
    henchman's weapons and help tilt the odds in the Hero's favor.

 8. I will obtain skill in the use of my legs and feet, so that I can
    actually run from one place to another without tripping over every
    shadow, crack, and pebble along my path.

 9. If the Evil Overlord tries to force me into marriage, I will insist
    on a ceremony so expensive that it will debilitate his industrial
    capacity. I will be picky about the tiniest details of the ceremony
    and change my mind frequently so that the resulting delay will give
    the Hero more time to rescue me.

10. My own sidekicks will be picked for brains, not looks.

11. Since liberated women are still allowed to have it both ways, I will
    not rule out using my womanly wiles to defeat the Evil Overlord.
    Even if it only works on Stupid Bad Guys, it never hurts to try.

12. After being forced into a compromising situation, I will not grab a
    weapon from the Bad Guy and toss it to the Hero when he walks in; I
    will instead grab a weapon from the Bad Guy and use it on him
    myself, before the Hero walks in.

13. Likewise, if I catch the Hero in a compromising situation with
    another woman, I will give the Hero the benefit of whatever doubt
    might reasonably exist.

14. When the Evil Overlord forces me to help betray the Hero, I will
    make a show of resistance and then feign capitulation. I will then
    use whatever resources are placed at my disposal to screw the Evil
    Overlord (in a metaphorical sense, of course).

15. My clothing and footwear will always be appropriate for the
    occasion. It will enable me to run, climb, and fight, and will hide
    as large an assortment of personal weaponry as is practical.  It
    will also protect me from frostbite and hypothermia. If my clothing
    becomes torn in a manner which threatens to cause me to die of
    exposure or transform into cheesecake, I'll steal a jacket from some
    bad guy. As I am confident that my charm, loyalty and wit are enough
    to maintain the Hero's love, the harem girl outfit is reserved for
    private moments when we are living happily ever after.

16. I will not hesitate to lie about the Secret Location of the Rebel
    Base.

17. If I have any odd phobias to spiders, snakes, lightning, und so
    weiter, I will seek therapy and overcome them, so that when lives
    depend on my ability to behave intelligently, I won't panic.  Since
    liberated women can still have it both ways, I will feign phobias in
    order to deceive or distract Bad Guys.

18. If I am offered a bribe, I will accept it, and inform the Hero by a
    pre-arranged means. The happily-ever-after will be happier if we
    have a good nest egg to start on.

19. The Hero and I will have a pre-arranged signal so that if one of us
    is held at gunpoint and the other is ordered to drop his/her weapon,
    the hostage will know when to duck while the other one plugs the Bad
    Guy.

20. Knowing that tentacles have a preference for True Loves, I will keep
    an eye out for any and all creatures that might have them.

21. I will obtain some basic mountaineering skills so that when I am
    dangling off of a cliff the Hero can finish off the Evil Overlord
    instead of letting him escape in order to rescue me.

22. If I am presented with a reasonable opportunity to save the day
    myself, I will at least try, and not wait for the Hero to do it.

23. I will never buy an apple from peddlers plying their craft in remote
    places where the customer base could not possibly support a
    full-time merchant.

24. I will not give sloppy, wet kisses to the Hero until I verify that
    he isn't related to me.

25. I will not jump out of a lifeboat as it's being lowered over the
    side of a sinking ship. I'll either give my spot to a mother with a
    baby and join the Hero in a noble death, or sensibly stay on

26. I will not steal confidential information from the Hero in an
    attempt to further my career, thus causing the Hero's dismissal from
    the team assembled to save the earth and severely damaging his
    efforts to succeed.

27. If the Hero tells me he wants to break up with me or quit his
    dangerous job for my protection, it's already too late; a kidnapping
    is already in the planning, and I will take all reasonable
    precautions against it.

28. I will obtain a device that the hero can use to locate me when I,
    despite my best efforts, am kidnapped.

29. I will refrain from converting the Captain of the Guard to our side,
    as it means he will be killed while helping me to escape.

30. I will refuse all gifts from the Evil Overlord. They probably
    contain mind-control devices that would make me giddily happy to
    marry him. It's demeaning enough to be head-over-heels for the Hero,
    let alone a creep like the EO.

31. When the Sidekick rescues me, I will dump any gifts received from
    the Evil Overlord. They probably contain tracking devices, which
    would result in the Sidekick getting killed; then I'd have to listen
    to his confession of undying love while he croaks, and feel
    obligated to say some comforting baloney before his eyes close for
    the last time, and then after telling the Hero about his friend's
    courageous sacrifice, wind up naming our first child after him.

32. There is a fifty-fifty chance that the Hero's Sidekick is in love
    with me. I'll find him a spunky, moderately-attractive tomboy type
    about his height, and steer them towards each other. If they
    quarrel, they're in love; if they hit it off, she loves him, but
    he's secretly unhappy with her and still loves me, and the Hero will
    need to send them off on a mission together.

33. If I absolutely must scream, I'll use actual words with useful
    information. "I'M BEING EATEN BY A SHUGGOTH!" better enables the
    Hero to rescue me than does a simple ear-splitting "AAARRRGGHH!"

34. When the Evil Overlord says that he was driven in his evil by my
    radiant beauty, I'll just kill him.

35. I will never vow to slay the killer of my brother or other near
    relative; there is a fair-to-middling chance that the Hero did it,
    that it was an accident, and that I won't learn he did it until
    after I fall in love with him.

Know of any more!  E-mail me!

[there is also a similar list for sidekicks at
http://www.erols.com/vansickl/sidekick.htm]

--
"A man swears to keep from crying, a woman cries to keep from
swearing."
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Hi FoLC!

Does anyone know where can I find
"By the Light of the Moon" or
"Mummy Dearest" ?

I can't find them in archive or anywhere I know.

Thanks a lot.
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The author of Moon has only recently given her consent to it being placed in
the Archive and last I heard it was being edited, along with her other
stories. Should turn up in the Archive in the coming months, I would
suspect.

LabRat :)

>Does anyone know where can I find
>"By the Light of the Moon" or
>"Mummy Dearest" ?
>
>I can't find them in archive or anywhere I know.
>
>Thanks a lot.
>
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Hi FoLCs,

This is just a reminder that nominations for this year's NKerths are due in
by Aug 31.  The nomination form can be found at

http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/nkerth.html

Thanks!
Dawn
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A FoLC in Brazil is hoping to find someone willing to make copies of the
first and second season of L&C for her.  Her local station has been
repeating the third and fourth season, but for some reason isn't showing
the early episodes.

She is willing to pay tape and shipping expenses.  She says that the system
there is VHS, which I believe is the same as the US. (Other FoLCs, correct
me if I'm wrong here!)

She is not subscribed to any of the listservs, so please respond privately
if you are able to help her or if you have any questions.

Patricia T=E1lamo <mtalamo@uol.com.br>

Thanks, FoLCs! :)

Kathy

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Date:         Sun, 29 Aug 1999 00:21:04 -0400
Reply-To:     "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic"
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Sender:       "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic"
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From:         Anita Dicker <abooks@BELLSOUTH.NET>
Subject:      OT: Testing
Comments: To: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic
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Testing Fanfic E-mail address.