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At 01:38 PM 30/08/99 -0500, Hazel wrote:
>(lots of questions about alternate universes which I'll snip here for the
sake of brevity)

I'd like to recommend that you read Robert Heinlein's "Job: a Comedy of
Justice," which deals extensively with alternate universes and their
similarities and differences to the world we live in.  In particular I'll
mention that the world the main character comes from is NOT our world, as
you'll discover when he describes traffic lights with a sense of wonder <G>

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On Tue, 31 Aug 1999 15:25:18 +0100 Wendy Richards=20
<ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:

Quoting me:
>> Phil, anuvver PhD, an' _not_ in social science -- I'm 'ard=20
(science), I am! <g> <<
=20
> ROFL!! Dr Atcliffe, with that kind of attitude I might have to give=20
you a cameo role if I write a sequel to the EastEnders crossover! <

Oo, oo... can I be a mad scientist who want to nuke the Square? Can I,=20
huh? Please? Pretty please?? Huh? Huh? <does earnest puppy impression>

To explain that, you should know that this ties neatly into a=20
long-standing family joke. No-one in my family like soaps, from _any_=20
country, and it is a real pain that we came 12,000 miles to get away=20
>from cruddy Australian soaps, only to find that the *&%$=A3! things=20
followed us! And the benighted Poms _like_ them! <wince>

Anyway, a few years ago, the Radio Times had some sort of competition=20
that involved imagining what you would do if you were put in complete=20
and total charge of broadcasting in this country for one day. We didn't=20
enter, but we had a lot of fun working out a possible entry -- firing=20
the cack-handed idiots who cut L&C was high on _my_ list, you may be=20
sure -- and the very last thing that we would have done involved the=20
complete destruction of every soap opera setting that we could think=20
of. So, Albert Square got nuked, Wetherfield (? -- where Coronation=20
Street is set, anyway) was hit from an orbital ion cannon, Ramsey=20
Street was the target of airstrikes... and on it went. I think about=20
the only place that might have survived was Ambridge -- or were we=20
going to use that as a test run for the bio-weapons intended for=20
Emmerdale? <eg>

Finally, to those listmembers from other countries who don't know=20
_what_ the hades I'm rambling on about... Lucky You! You ain't missed=20
much! Of course, you do have things like Days of Our [Dreary Bloody]=20
Lives to cope with <g>, so life is never perfect.

Phil
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"Sic Transit Gloria Barramundi"=20
   (Or, So Long and Thanks for All the Fish!)
   -- not Douglas Adams, but me: Phil Atcliffe=20
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At 05:13 PM 01/09/99 +1000, you wrote:

>>(lots of questions about alternate universes which I'll snip here for the
>sake of brevity)
>
>I'd like to recommend that you read Robert Heinlein's "Job: a Comedy of
>Justice," which deals extensively with alternate universes and their
>similarities and differences to the world we live in.  In particular I'll
>mention that the world the main character comes from is NOT our world, as
>you'll discover when he describes traffic lights with a sense of wonder <G>

Ummm. I love Henlein's short stories; "Menace from Earth" was a childhood
favorite, and "By His Bootstraps" defends Phil's assertions re Tempus in a
highly intriguing manner! But for various reasons, I skip his novels. The
two that I've tried -- and _Job_ was one of them -- were definitely *not*
for me. YMMV, of course!

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Following Phil's earnest plea, I went back to my Wit's End folder=20
and, to my surprise, found some scenes which must have gone missing=20
the first time; or maybe the Doctor emailed them to me so that my=20
record of Lois and Clark's visit to Walford could be complete. I=20
don't know. However, as the official historian of that unique=20
encounter, let me share with you those missing scenes.

Wendy

----------------------
At Wit's End in the East End: The Lost Afternoon

After lunch in the caff, Lois and Clark strolled around the=20
street-market. Lois was intrigued by the stalls which sold anything=20
>from fruit and vegetables to cheap clothes and CDs; she recognised=20
the young flame-haired woman from the pub at one of the stalls.=20
Bianca gave her a beaming smile as they passed, and Lois noticed her=20
eye Clark up and down. Lois's feeling of possessive indignation=20
dissipated after Bianca winked at her as if to say, 'Nice! Lucky=20
you!'

Clark, completely oblivious as usual to the female attention he was=20
attracting, was examining some souvenirs of London on a bric-a-brac=20
stall; he seemed intrigued by a scale model of the Tower of London.=20
He caught Lois's eye.

"You know this is where they used to send traitors before they were=20
executed? And not just traitors - two of Henry VIII's wives were sent=20
there, and so was Sir Thomas More, the author of 'Utopia,'" he=20
observed quietly.

"Shame we can't send Tempus there," Lois retorted. "I'd be happy to=20
yell, 'Off with his head!'"

Clark laughed, but very quickly his expression changed. Lois knew=20
that look; he was listening to something with his Super-hearing. A=20
few moments later, there was a commotion at the far end of the=20
market. As Lois watched, a tall, shaggy-haired man dressed in New Age=20
Traveller-like clothes pushed his way through the crowd.

"Who's he?" she asked Clark _sotto voce_.

He shrugged. "No idea, though his accent's weird. It has intonations=20
a little like Cockney, but.=85" He hesitated, concentrating. "That's=20
it!" he muttered quickly. "Australian - though he's probably been=20
away from Australia for a few years. The accent's kinda muted."

Suddenly the people who had been standing around either chatting or=20
working at the far end of the market began acting rather oddly. Some=20
were running, others screaming and backing away from the=20
strange-looking Australian.

"What's going on?" Lois asked.

"'E says he's got a bomb," Dot Cotton replied as she nervously backed=20
away. "'E says he wants to blow up the 'ole Square!"

Clark touched Lois's arm. She glanced up at him, instantly=20
understanding, then turned to Mrs Cotton. "I think someone should=20
call the police."

"Oh, I fink Phil Mitchell's already doing that," Dot replied.=20
"Leastways, 'e went back into the Arches."

"The guy's a lunatic!" Bianca exclaimed, coming to join the little=20
group. "Has 'e really got a bomb? Where's 'e hiding it - under that=20
manky old coat of 'is?"

Lois did her best to distract the inhabitants of the square by=20
pretending to develop hysterics, but out of the corner of her eye she=20
noticed Clark approaching the stranger. Clark spoke to him, but she=20
couldn't hear what was said.

****************

"What's this about a bomb?" Clark asked quietly.=20

The man glared at him from glassy, unfocused eyes. "I've got a bomb=20
and you're all going to die! I just can't stand any more of this=20
torture!"

"What torture?"

"Soap!" the man replied, incomprehensibly. Clark eyed him curiously;=20
certainly both the look and smell of the man did appear to suggest=20
that he had an aversion to washing. Pretending to adjust his glasses,=20
Clark X-rayed the man's clothing. There was nothing anywhere to=20
indicate any sort of device.

Before he could breathe more easily, though, he had to eliminate the=20
possibility that the Australian might have planted something in the=20
Square. He fixed his companion with a hard stare. "Where is the=20
bomb?"

"In my electron microscope, of course," he retorted.

<Yes, naturally...> Clark thought. Patiently, he enquired, "Where is=20
your electron microscope?"

The man heaved a sigh which stated beyond doubt that he thought he=20
was dealing with an imbecile. He'd get on well with the Doctor, Clark=20
mused.=20

"In my secret laboratory, which is buried underneath the laundrette.=20
And I'm not going to tell you how to get in there! You think I'd give=20
away all my secrets? I'm an award-winning scientist, I'll have you=20
know! I've even been a time-traveller in another existence!" The=20
man's voice grew increasingly high-pitched as he finished his=20
statement.

Clark cautiously glanced over towards the laundrette, though by now=20
he was convinced that the guy was a complete nutter. All he could=20
see, with Super-quick use of his X-ray vision, were foundations and=20
an empty basement.

"If there is a bomb," he enquired patiently, "won't you get killed=20
too?"

The man shook his head, as if despairing of Clark's ability to=20
understand even simple concepts. "Of course not! I told you I'm a=20
time traveller - I'll simply come back and rescue myself!"

Running footsteps alerted him to the imminent arrival of people who=20
clearly weren't worried that the guy was about to blast them all to=20
Kingdom come. Taking hold of the Australian's arm, he turned to see a=20
stocky, balding man who bore a striking resemblance to Grant=20
Mitchell. With him were two police officers. Clark happily=20
relinquished the Australian to their custody.

"Thanks, mate," one officer said. "We got a call this morning telling=20
us this guy had broken out of the mental hospital. I'm sure the=20
staff'll be happy to have him back."

"Oh, you know 'im?" the other Mitchell brother enquired.

"Oh yeah," drawled the other officer. "Professor Atcliffe. He used to=20
be a brilliant academic, won all sorts of prizes, was even considered=20
for the Nobel Prize for Physics one year. But then he went mad -=20
no-one really knows what caused it, but he did say something about=20
too many neighbours and families and coronation streets and... oh,=20
having brookside rammed down his throat. No-one could work out what=20
he meant, of course. But he's been in that mental hospital for three=20
years now. Doesn't look like he'll ever be cured."

"That's very sad," Lois said softly, coming up to join her husband.

"Yes, what a waste," Clark agreed. "It sounds like he was a great guy=20
before this happened."

A car drew up then, and a man in nurse's uniform got out and came=20
over to the little group. "There you are, Professor," he said=20
soothingly. "Come on, let's get you back to the hospital. You prefer=20
it there, don't you? It's much more comfortable. You can sit and=20
watch television - and if we go now, you'll just be in time to see=20
the afternoon repeat of Emmerdale."

The despairing expression in Atcliffe's eyes as he was led away=20
haunted Clark for the rest of the afternoon.

----------------------
Wendy Richards
w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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LOL!  ROTFL!  ROTFLMAO!

Irene

--- Wendy Richards <ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:
> Following Phil's earnest plea, I went back to my
> Wit's End folder
> and, to my surprise, found some scenes which must
> have gone missing
> the first time; or maybe the Doctor emailed them to
> me so that my
> record of Lois and Clark's visit to Walford could be
> complete. I
> don't know. However, as the official historian of
> that unique
> encounter, let me share with you those missing
> scenes.
>
> Wendy
>
> ----------------------
> At Wit's End in the East End: The Lost Afternoon
>
>
> After lunch in the caff, Lois and Clark strolled
> around the
> street-market. Lois was intrigued by the stalls
> which sold anything
> from fruit and vegetables to cheap clothes and CDs;
> she recognised
> the young flame-haired woman from the pub at one of
> the stalls.
> Bianca gave her a beaming smile as they passed, and
> Lois noticed her
> eye Clark up and down. Lois's feeling of possessive
> indignation
> dissipated after Bianca winked at her as if to say,
> 'Nice! Lucky
> you!'
>
> Clark, completely oblivious as usual to the female
> attention he was
> attracting, was examining some souvenirs of London
> on a bric-a-brac
> stall; he seemed intrigued by a scale model of the
> Tower of London.
> He caught Lois's eye.
>
> "You know this is where they used to send traitors
> before they were
> executed? And not just traitors - two of Henry
> VIII's wives were sent
> there, and so was Sir Thomas More, the author of
> 'Utopia,'" he
> observed quietly.
>
> "Shame we can't send Tempus there," Lois retorted.
> "I'd be happy to
> yell, 'Off with his head!'"
>
> Clark laughed, but very quickly his expression
> changed. Lois knew
> that look; he was listening to something with his
> Super-hearing. A
> few moments later, there was a commotion at the far
> end of the
> market. As Lois watched, a tall, shaggy-haired man
> dressed in New Age
> Traveller-like clothes pushed his way through the
> crowd.
>
> "Who's he?" she asked Clark _sotto voce_.
>
> He shrugged. "No idea, though his accent's weird. It
> has intonations
> a little like Cockney, but.…" He hesitated,
> concentrating. "That's
> it!" he muttered quickly. "Australian - though he's
> probably been
> away from Australia for a few years. The accent's
> kinda muted."
>
> Suddenly the people who had been standing around
> either chatting or
> working at the far end of the market began acting
> rather oddly. Some
> were running, others screaming and backing away from
> the
> strange-looking Australian.
>
> "What's going on?" Lois asked.
>
> "'E says he's got a bomb," Dot Cotton replied as she
> nervously backed
> away. "'E says he wants to blow up the 'ole Square!"
>
> Clark touched Lois's arm. She glanced up at him,
> instantly
> understanding, then turned to Mrs Cotton. "I think
> someone should
> call the police."
>
> "Oh, I fink Phil Mitchell's already doing that," Dot
> replied.
> "Leastways, 'e went back into the Arches."
>
> "The guy's a lunatic!" Bianca exclaimed, coming to
> join the little
> group. "Has 'e really got a bomb? Where's 'e hiding
> it - under that
> manky old coat of 'is?"
>
> Lois did her best to distract the inhabitants of the
> square by
> pretending to develop hysterics, but out of the
> corner of her eye she
> noticed Clark approaching the stranger. Clark spoke
> to him, but she
> couldn't hear what was said.
>
>
> ****************
>
> "What's this about a bomb?" Clark asked quietly.
>
> The man glared at him from glassy, unfocused eyes.
> "I've got a bomb
> and you're all going to die! I just can't stand any
> more of this
> torture!"
>
> "What torture?"
>
> "Soap!" the man replied, incomprehensibly. Clark
> eyed him curiously;
> certainly both the look and smell of the man did
> appear to suggest
> that he had an aversion to washing. Pretending to
> adjust his glasses,
> Clark X-rayed the man's clothing. There was nothing
> anywhere to
> indicate any sort of device.
>
> Before he could breathe more easily, though, he had
> to eliminate the
> possibility that the Australian might have planted
> something in the
> Square. He fixed his companion with a hard stare.
> "Where is the
> bomb?"
>
> "In my electron microscope, of course," he retorted.
>
> <Yes, naturally...> Clark thought. Patiently, he
> enquired, "Where is
> your electron microscope?"
>
> The man heaved a sigh which stated beyond doubt that
> he thought he
> was dealing with an imbecile. He'd get on well with
> the Doctor, Clark
> mused.
>
> "In my secret laboratory, which is buried underneath
> the laundrette.
> And I'm not going to tell you how to get in there!
> You think I'd give
> away all my secrets? I'm an award-winning scientist,
> I'll have you
> know! I've even been a time-traveller in another
> existence!" The
> man's voice grew increasingly high-pitched as he
> finished his
> statement.
>
> Clark cautiously glanced over towards the
> laundrette, though by now
> he was convinced that the guy was a complete nutter.
> All he could
> see, with Super-quick use of his X-ray vision, were
> foundations and
> an empty basement.
>
> "If there is a bomb," he enquired patiently, "won't
> you get killed
> too?"
>
> The man shook his head, as if despairing of Clark's
> ability to
> understand even simple concepts. "Of course not! I
> told you I'm a
> time traveller - I'll simply come back and rescue
> myself!"
>
> Running footsteps alerted him to the imminent
> arrival of people who
> clearly weren't worried that the guy was about to
> blast them all to
> Kingdom come. Taking hold of the Australian's arm,
> he turned to see a
> stocky, balding man who bore a striking resemblance
> to Grant
> Mitchell. With him were two police officers. Clark
> happily
> relinquished the Australian to their custody.
>
>
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Wendy Richards wrote:

> Following Phil's earnest plea, I went back to my Wit's End folder
> and, to my surprise, found some scenes which must have gone missing
> the first time;

> "Thanks, mate," one officer said. "We got a call this morning telling
> us this guy had broken out of the mental hospital. I'm sure the
> staff'll be happy to have him back."
>
> "Oh, you know 'im?" the other Mitchell brother enquired.
>
> "Oh yeah," drawled the other officer. "Professor Atcliffe. He used to
> be a brilliant academic, won all sorts of prizes, was even considered
> for the Nobel Prize for Physics one year. But then he went mad -
> no-one really knows what caused it, but he did say something about
> too many neighbours and families and coronation streets and... oh,
> having brookside rammed down his throat. No-one could work out what
> he meant, of course. But he's been in that mental hospital for three
> years now. Doesn't look like he'll ever be cured."
>

VERY funny, and just what the doctor ordered.

Cindy
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ROTFLMAO!

Perhaps Professor Atcliffe can take his mind off Emmerdale by writing a
fanfic about a wacky Irish woman who spends her free moments writing fanfic
about a deranged Aussie who spends his free moments writing fanfic about a
bespectacled Irish woman who spends her time writing fanfic about...
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Thanks for the answer, Zoom, and the extra 'insider' detail on the statue.
I'm a bit puzzled, though.  You say you only have to walk up a few steps to
the front door from the sidewalk, yet in ASU Clark clearly falls further
than one story when Martha pushes him off the balcony, and then when he's
talking to Lois, they're standing beside a tallish building.

I'm sure I've seen people come up a flight of stairs which leads to a kind
of porch where the next set of steps are which lead to his front door.

Or am I imagining things?

Yvonne
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Yvonne wrote:

> Thanks for the answer, Zoom, and the extra 'insider' detail on the statue.
> I'm a bit puzzled, though.  You say you only have to walk up a few steps
to
> the front door from the sidewalk, yet in ASU Clark clearly falls further
> than one story when Martha pushes him off the balcony, and then when he's
> talking to Lois, they're standing beside a tallish building.

Although I am no Zoom <g>, I have noticed these discrepancies as well.  But,
remember, this is also the show that has Lois' apartment as #105 one season
and #501 the next.  AND had Superman saying something about Lois's apartment
being on the 3rd story (I forget which season/episode this is in).  AND had
Lois falling from her apartment window and made it seem as if it was much,
much high that five stories. So, either LnC had a low-budget continuity
department, or they just liked to keep us dedicated fans on our toes!

Ara :o)
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From:         Donna Burton <BURTOND@CONAN.UNION.EDU>
Subject:      Clark's apartment

It's called suspension of disbelief....or suspension of architecture.
Or lack of continuity--sort of like Lois' magically moving apartment
that changed floors depending on how far they needed her to fall...

;-)

Donna in Schenectady
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I guess, Yvonne, if you asked about Clark's apartment for the purpose
of a new fanfic (I hope, I hope, I hope!) then you can visualise it
either as Zoom described, or as the episodes showed us, and no one will
quibble with you about it.  It's your choice.

Take care,
Irene

--- Donna Burton <BURTOND@CONAN.UNION.EDU> wrote:
> It's called suspension of disbelief....or suspension
> of architecture.
> Or lack of continuity--sort of like Lois' magically
> moving apartment
> that changed floors depending on how far they needed
> her to fall...
>
> ;-)
>
> Donna in Schenectady
> burtond@union.edu
>

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At 1:09 PM +0100 9/1/99, Wendy Richards wrote:

>"Oh yeah," drawled the other officer. "Professor Atcliffe. He used to
>be a brilliant academic, won all sorts of prizes, was even considered
>for the Nobel Prize for Physics one year. But then he went mad -
>no-one really knows what caused it, but he did say something about
>too many neighbours and families and coronation streets and... oh,
>having brookside rammed down his throat. No-one could work out what
>he meant, of course. But he's been in that mental hospital for three
>years now. Doesn't look like he'll ever be cured."

ROTFL!!! And here, all these years, I thought it happened because they
canceled his favorite TV show. <bg>

Hmm, maybe when Phil finishes STMA, he can post a retort fanfic ... we can
have dueling fanfics. <g>  But he's NOT allowed to do it until S6 is over.
<vbg>

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In a message dated 9/1/99 1:26:20 PM Central Daylight Time, yconnell@UKF.NET
writes:

<< Thanks for the answer, Zoom, and the extra 'insider' detail on the
statue.
 I'm a bit puzzled, though.  You say you only have to walk up a few steps to
 the front door from the sidewalk, yet in ASU Clark clearly falls further
 than one story when Martha pushes him off the balcony, and then when he's
 talking to Lois, they're standing beside a tallish building.

 I'm sure I've seen people come up a flight of stairs which leads to a kind
 of porch where the next set of steps are which lead to his front door.

 Or am I imagining things? >>

You're likely not imagining things, Yvonne. In ASU, Clark's apartment
terrace
was about three stories high so that it would be a realistically scary and
comical height. Don't forget that Lois' brownstone walkup morphed into a
high-rise with a penthouse view of the city in Operation Blackout just so
that when she was pushed out the window she'd fall several stories and be
saved by snaring a flag pole ;) I think we've talked a lot about how Lois'
apartment seemed to change floors.

It's clearly a first floor apartment first season (yet you still have to
walk
up a flight of steps from the outside .. watch Witness). Then Lois' door got
repainted over hiatus and the numbers were put back on in the wrong order.
Instead of 105 it was put back as 501. There's elevators in Lois' apartment
building in The Eyes Have It, but Scardino clearly walks up (then falls
down)
a flight of stairs in Target Jimmy Olsen.  In Metallo, the top of a stairway
can be seen outside her doorway. In Season's Greedings, the carolers seem to
be about three stories below.  For the "Oops" web page, I guess I could do
screen caps and captions regarding Lois' and Clark's amazing, morphing
apartments <g> I also cringe at the thought of trying to do an exact layout
of their townhouse ;)

Zoom
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In a message dated 9/1/1999 2:37:34 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
BURTOND@CONAN.UNION.EDU writes:

<< It's called suspension of disbelief... >>
Absolutely.  That's what we all have to remember.  It is a television show,
not real life.  We just have to take it at that, fiction, and with fiction,
and author, creator, whatever,  can do pretty much anything they want to in
their universe.  I, personally, have never really even noticed any of these
discrepancies that people always point out about Lois' appartment or
anything.  I do have to admit that having a presidential election in january
was prettty strange, but noone really knows what time it was there.  Maybe
in
metropolis it was november, but to us it was january.

Alicia (who is probably not making any sense because she just got out of her
computer programing class where the TA looks almost exactly like Dean Cain.
needless to say, she hasn't learned anything about computers :-P )
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At 2:44 PM -0400 9/1/99, The Zoomway wrote:
>Then Lois' door got
>repainted over hiatus and the numbers were put back on in the wrong order.
>Instead of 105 it was put back as 501.

LOL, that's it!! The perfect answer.  And there are just two apartments per
story in her brownstone, so 101 & 102 are on the first floor, 103 & 104 are
on the second, and 105 & 106 is on the third.  Couple that with some joker
putting her numbers on backwards ;) and we've solved all but the
elevator/high rise continuity problem. <vbg>

Anyone want to take a crack at those?  I'm bushed. ;)

Kathy

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> Alicia (who is probably not making any sense because she just got out of
> her
> computer programing class where the TA looks almost exactly like Dean
Cain.
> needless to say, she hasn't learned anything about computers :-P )

Oh--that is just *so* not fair!  Where was it you said you went to school
again? :-O
<g>

Ara :o)
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Maybe they went up to the roof to practise the flying part in All Shook Up.
And in I'm Looking Through You, they didn't actually show you how high up
they
were.  Maybe the apartment is just a *little* elevated from the ground, and
still on the first floor.  There, that stretches my imagination enough for
the
day.  Back to writing.

Nan

Yvonne Connell wrote:

> Thanks for the answer, Zoom, and the extra 'insider' detail on the statue.
> I'm a bit puzzled, though.  You say you only have to walk up a few steps
to
> the front door from the sidewalk, yet in ASU Clark clearly falls further
> than one story when Martha pushes him off the balcony, and then when he's
> talking to Lois, they're standing beside a tallish building.
>
> I'm sure I've seen people come up a flight of stairs which leads to a kind
> of porch where the next set of steps are which lead to his front door.
>
> Or am I imagining things?
>
> Yvonne
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Now *that* was fun to read.  I spent half the story giggling, which is
pretty amazing considering I rarely laugh out loud even once over a
fanfiction.  I also read some of the better lines to my brother, but forgot
to make it clear exactly what I was reading to him.  About ten mintues into
the story, I had to stop and go "Oh...Oh!  You mean you thought that...Oh
no!  No!  It's a *fanfiction*!"  Poor guy.  He though his sister had finally
gone off the deep end and joined a Superman cult.

This was a wonderful, hilarious read.  Thanks for making my evening.

Jessi
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Hi Hazel,

After extensive research, (g)  I'm ready to try this one.

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

1. 'An Early Morning Surprise' by Bella and Deandreamer
2. The very funny 'Oh Mann!' by my buddy, Karen Ward
3. 'Champagne Wishes and Clark Dreams' by Erin Karper
4. 'The Joke' by Sheryl Olson
5. 'I Can't Anymore, Clark' by Rhen Brink
6. 'The Confession' by the incomparable Wendy Richards - found on
Zoom's msg boards
7.  I don't know.

Irene
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Lol, I know exactaly what you mean Phil, I have told ppl that soap operas
are never allowed to cross the screen on my set, and what you guys had fun
with sounds like lots o fun :)  so if you ever want to try another run be
sure to advertise k, I have a few big pet peeves on air right now:)
Marnie
bumkin@ibm.net

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From: Phillip Atcliffe <Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK>
To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
Subject: OT: Soaps (was: Re: NEW: If We Could Live...)
Date: Wednesday, September 01, 1999 8:52 AM

On Tue, 31 Aug 1999 15:25:18 +0100 Wendy Richards
<ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:

Quoting me:
>> Phil, anuvver PhD, an' _not_ in social science -- I'm 'ard
(science), I am! <g> <<

> ROFL!! Dr Atcliffe, with that kind of attitude I might have to give
you a cameo role if I write a sequel to the EastEnders crossover! <

Oo, oo... can I be a mad scientist who want to nuke the Square? Can I,
huh? Please? Pretty please?? Huh? Huh? <does earnest puppy impression>

To explain that, you should know that this ties neatly into a
long-standing family joke. No-one in my family like soaps, from _any_
country, and it is a real pain that we came 12,000 miles to get away
>from cruddy Australian soaps, only to find that the *&%$£! things
followed us! And the benighted Poms _like_ them! <wince>

Anyway, a few years ago, the Radio Times had some sort of competition
that involved imagining what you would do if you were put in complete
and total charge of broadcasting in this country for one day. We didn't
enter, but we had a lot of fun working out a possible entry -- firing
the cack-handed idiots who cut L&C was high on _my_ list, you may be
sure -- and the very last thing that we would have done involved the
complete destruction of every soap opera setting that we could think
of. So, Albert Square got nuked, Wetherfield (? -- where Coronation
Street is set, anyway) was hit from an orbital ion cannon, Ramsey
Street was the target of airstrikes... and on it went. I think about
the only place that might have survived was Ambridge -- or were we
going to use that as a test run for the bio-weapons intended for
Emmerdale? <eg>

Finally, to those listmembers from other countries who don't know
_what_ the hades I'm rambling on about... Lucky You! You ain't missed
much! Of course, you do have things like Days of Our [Dreary Bloody]
Lives to cope with <g>, so life is never perfect.

Phil
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James:

You recently posted a question re the type of problems a woman could
have in pregnancy which might endanger her life. I really had nothing to
offer at the time.  However, this evening, I was clearing out some
newspapers lying around my apt. when I noticed a long article in the
weekly, pull-out health section of the Washington Post from August 24,
1999.

The article is the cover story and is entitled, "A Deadly Pregnancy."
It's written by William H. Woodwell, Jr. and the "tease" says:
"Preeclampsia strikes suddenly--a mysterious condition that threatens
the life of an expectant mother and often forces the premature delivery
of the baby.  Researchers look beyond high blood pressure for its
origins."

Here's the URL for the article:

http://search.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/WPlate/1999-08/24/026l-082499-idx.html

The Post archives its articles and allows free access to them on their
site for 14 days, so, if you so desire, you still have time to go there
and copy it.

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Christy said:
>So I searched the internet and found the following site, for anyone still
>interested: http://www.weeklyreader.com/archived/csqc6.html.
>
>Basically, it says that identical twins' fingerprints look identical to
>casual
>observers. Fingerprint experts, however, can see differences created by
>different chemical environments in the womb.

I just love mailing lists.  Where else in the world would you learn about
Lois and Clark, alternate universes, and fingerprints all in the same email?

By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came up with something else to
ponder.  It the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive and well (and president,
in fact ;-) Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I wonder how the single
change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is where the split happened)
caused all that.  Interesting thought.

Jessi
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In a message dated 9/1/99 1:48:41 PM EST, Alicia3456@AOL.COM writes:

<< Alicia (who is probably not making any sense because she just got out of
her
 computer programing class where the TA looks almost exactly like Dean Cain.
 needless to say, she hasn't learned anything about computers :-P ) >>

WoW!  I wish i had guys at my college who looked like him! <VBEG>

I agree with the apartment thing.  This is fanfic so the apartment can be
whatever you want it to be.  And if I know us FoLCs as well as I think I do,
we shouldn't have any problem with it! ;)

Alexis ;-.)
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Hi everyone,

Just got an update from Beth, who runs ACTWD where the Archive is currently
housed.  This is what she told me:

>>>>>>
There is a problem with the dns entry of the fanfic archive. I've been
working on getting it corrected.

I have the ip address of the site and am hoping to have it corrected by
Saturday at the latest.

Beth
<<<<<<

So hang in there, FoLCs.  The Archive isn't down permanently.  Keep
visiting the mirror site ... if the main page isn't up by Sunday, we'll try
to have new stories up on the mirror on schedule.

Kathy

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On Wed, 1 Sep 1999 18:13:59 CDT Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM>
wrote:

> I just love mailing lists.  Where else in the world would you learn
about Lois and Clark, alternate universes, and fingerprints all in the
same email? <

Where else would you want to? <g>

> By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came up with something
else to ponder. In the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive and well
(and president, in fact ;-)

_Ex_-president, I think. These days, Charlton Heston is Prez -- so
Tempus wasn't the only one responsible for all those guns on the
streets of AltMetropolis.

> [...] Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I wonder how the single
change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is where the split
happened) caused all that. Interesting thought. <

True, although it doesn't just have to be a single split. Once the
split has occurred, subsequent event/choices will take place in all the
timelines created by the split, and those timelines will split
themselves according to the various possible outcomes, over and over
again.

But that's not what you meant, I know. Okay, let's see... Because the
Kents died, no produce (or different produce) came from the farm, so
distributors had to look elsewhere, which meant that trucks were on the
road at different times and in different places; maybe there was an
accident due to one of those trucks that someone was involved in (or
maybe there _wasn't_ an accident which happened in "our" L&C's
timeline), and that person became an influence on Elvis, convincing him
that politics was a good alternative to eating, drinking and doping
himself to death -- and the rest is (alternate) history.

I'll let someone else deal with Jimmy. There are millions of ways that
one could come up with to connect events like that through greater or
longer chains of connecting circumstances. It's kinda humbling to
realise that what you or I do at any time could so drastically affect
the future....

Phil
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On Wed, 1 Sep 1999 13:44:53 -0500 Kathy Brown <kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM>
wrote:

> At 1:09 PM +0100 9/1/99, Wendy Richards wrote:

>> "Oh yeah," drawled the other officer. "Professor Atcliffe. He used
to be a brilliant academic, won all sorts of prizes, was even
considered for the Nobel Prize for Physics one year. But then he went
mad - no-one really knows what caused it, but he did say something
about too many neighbours and families and coronation streets and...
oh, having brookside rammed down his throat. No-one could work out
what he meant, of course. But he's been in that mental hospital for
three years now. Doesn't look like he'll ever be cured." <<

Yes, that sounds like me.... <g> Thanks for the promotion, BTW. Not
quite as good as the SBAC circular that described me as "Managing
Director, Department of Aeronautical Engineering", but not bad. Now if
only some of this glory (and the money <g>) would stick....

> ROTFL!!!

You and me both!

> And here, all these years, I thought it happened because they
canceled his favorite TV show. <bg> <

And cut it to shreds, _and_ treated it as a kids' show, *and* put those
*stupid* leprechauns over the end credits of the repeats, AND... <voice
rises in pitch until even my ears hurt -- hey, why do I keep hearing
massed voices chanting "Seig Heil!"?>

> Hmm, maybe when Phil finishes STMA, he can post a retort fanfic ...
we can have dueling fanfics. <g>  But he's NOT allowed to do it until
S6 is over. <vbg> <

This assumes that I ever get it finished. I hereby serve notice that if
the S6 finale is late, it's all Wendy's fault! How the frak am I
supposed to write what I hope is a dramatic finish to S6 when I can't
stop laughing and my stomach muscles are cramping up?

Geez, you're evil, Wendy... but I love you! (See -- proof she's right!
Mad, completely mad! Cackle, cackle, gibber, gibber....)

Phil, once a respected professional, now a hopeless mental case -- but
then, what can you say about someone who moves from industry into
academia? <g>
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On Thu, 2 Sep 1999 09:53:07 -0400 Phillip Atcliffe
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> Yes, that sounds like me.... <g> Thanks for the promotion, BTW

Well, I had to, you know. US readers don't understand our
academic titles like Lecturer and Dr; I have to tell US people I'm a
professor or they think I'm some lowly postdoc without a proper job
<g> Besides, don't you think Professor Atcliffe has just that right
kind of cachet? (Incidentally, I've been addressed in correspondence
as anything from Professor to Departmental secretary...)

> > ROTFL!!!
>
> You and me both!

Glad you liked it, Phil ;)

> Geez, you're evil, Wendy... but I love you! (See -- proof she's right!
> Mad, completely mad! Cackle, cackle, gibber, gibber....)

LOL!! You didn't comment on the long shaggy hair, though...

Wendy
(now waiting for this revenge fic,and wondering just what Phil will
cast her as... Yvonne's already given him some ideas....)

----------------------
Wendy Richards
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Thanks!
I am printing it off now and will give it a read.

I have been talking it over with my wife and she
favors Debby's approach.  Something out of left field
in a football game, ie totally unexpected.

James.

--- Sandy McDermin <smcdermin@EROLS.COM> wrote:
> James:
>
> You recently posted a question re the type of
> problems a woman could
> have in pregnancy which might endanger her life. I
> really had nothing to
> offer at the time.  However, this evening, I was
> clearing out some
> newspapers lying around my apt. when I noticed a
> long article in the
> weekly, pull-out health section of the Washington
> Post from August 24,
> 1999.
>
> The article is the cover story and is entitled, "A
> Deadly Pregnancy."
> It's written by William H. Woodwell, Jr. and the
> "tease" says:
> "Preeclampsia strikes suddenly--a mysterious
> condition that threatens
> the life of an expectant mother and often forces the
> premature delivery
> of the baby.  Researchers look beyond high blood
> pressure for its
> origins."
>
> Here's the URL for the article:
>

http://search.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/WPlate/1999-08/24/026l-082499-idx.html
>
> The Post archives its articles and allows free
> access to them on their
> site for 14 days, so, if you so desire, you still
> have time to go there
> and copy it.
>
> Sandy
> smcdermin@erols.com
>

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--- Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:
> By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came
> up with something else to
> ponder.  It the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive
> and well (and president,
> in fact ;-) Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I
> wonder how the single
> change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is
> where the split happened)
> caused all that.  Interesting thought.

We have already had a story that explains EP and CH
but I do not know of one that touches JO.

I smell another alternate story in the making.  Do we
have any takers.

===
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LOL, I would like to see the revenge fanfic, and Wendy in Canada the
University teachers are called Professers or Dr. so it again is just the
United States of America, same as they are the only ones left in the world
whose main measurement system is still imperial not metric!! Any way Stop
bugging the guy until S6 is done!!!! I am dying to read it:)
Marnie
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> To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
> Subject: Re: NEW: At Wit's End: THE LOST AFTERNOON
> Date: Thursday, September 02, 1999 5:21 AM
>
> On Thu, 2 Sep 1999 09:53:07 -0400 Phillip Atcliffe
> <Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK> wrote:
>
> > Yes, that sounds like me.... <g> Thanks for the promotion, BTW
>
> Well, I had to, you know. US readers don't understand our
> academic titles like Lecturer and Dr; I have to tell US people I'm a
> professor or they think I'm some lowly postdoc without a proper job
> <g> Besides, don't you think Professor Atcliffe has just that right
> kind of cachet? (Incidentally, I've been addressed in correspondence
> as anything from Professor to Departmental secretary...)
>
> > > ROTFL!!!
> >
> > You and me both!
>
> Glad you liked it, Phil ;)
>
>
> > Geez, you're evil, Wendy... but I love you! (See -- proof she's right!
> > Mad, completely mad! Cackle, cackle, gibber, gibber....)
>
> LOL!! You didn't comment on the long shaggy hair, though...
>
> Wendy
> (now waiting for this revenge fic,and wondering just what Phil will
> cast her as... Yvonne's already given him some ideas....)
>
> ----------------------
> Wendy Richards
> w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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i would love to read it but I don't think that i can write Jimmy well
enough to do the idea justice but boy o boy is there all sorts of ideas
floating in my head    :(
Anyway where would I find the other two alts?? I think I read one but I
can't remember what it was called..
Marnie
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> Date: Thursday, September 02, 1999 11:36 AM
>
> --- Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:
> > By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came
> > up with something else to
> > ponder.  It the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive
> > and well (and president,
> > in fact ;-) Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I
> > wonder how the single
> > change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is
> > where the split happened)
> > caused all that.  Interesting thought.
>
> We have already had a story that explains EP and CH
> but I do not know of one that touches JO.
>
> I smell another alternate story in the making.  Do we
> have any takers.
>
> ===
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> Philipians 4:8
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In a message dated 9/1/99 3:29:15 PM Central Daylight Time,
jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< Now *that* was fun to read.  I spent half the story giggling, which is
 pretty amazing considering I rarely laugh out loud even once over a
 fanfiction.  >>

Thanks, Jessi (and belatedly to Nan, Kathy, Irene and anyone I might have
forgotten) I also want to answer Kathy's question (told ya I would ;) The
word "angle" in the title isn't a typo. There's a popular show here called
Touched by an Angel and since the cult believed Superman was an "angel" but
the con man who started the cult did so because he had an "angle" (scheme)
that's what the title means ;)

Zoom
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PROMO:  Season 6, Episode 13, "Preparations"

Airing Sunday, September 5, 1999

____________

ANNOUNCER:   After a year and a half of "respectability", the world is
falling down around Lex Luthor ...

____________

<< shot of the Daily Planet headline:  "LexCorp Broke?" >>

***

"YE-*ES!*"

Donna McIntyre hung up her phone with a gleeful expression on her face that
shouted "SCOOP!" to her fellow reporters.  Their suspicions were only
strengthened when Donna leapt up and made a bee-line for Perry White's
office, bypassing her immediate boss, the financial editor; this had to be
something big....

***

Lex, in an outraged roar:  "*Bankrupt?!?"

___________

ANNOUNCER:  But who is responsible for Lex Luthor's misfortunes?

____________

Alex Trifyllis, sitting at his computer, whirled around to stare at the
ringing phone in shocked amazement. His brother Nick appeared at the
doorway, a matching look of horrified consternation on his face.

Nick:  "Beth Luthor?"

***

"Daily Planet. Lois Lane speaking."

"Lane, it's Henderson. This is it. STAR Labs came through for us, and I've
got the warrants. If you and Kent want your exclusive, meet me
you-know-where in an hour."

***

'Oh, my God....'

KENT!

Luthor's eyes bulged and his jaw clenched as he shot forward in his seat to
stare incredulously at the computer screen. His mind whirled, fury,
astonishment, chagrin, disbelief and... yes, even *relief*, warring for
predominance. This ... this was unbelievable ... but it was so *obvious!*
Who *else* would strike at LexCorp like this? Who else would be *able* to?

____________

ANNOUNCER:   But as Metropolis prepares to bring a master-criminal down,
does Lex Luthor have some final plans of his own?

____________

It was a beautiful sound in its way, Lex thought as he turned it off; not
of itself, but in what it foretold -- the final destruction of Superman.
For that, he thought he would remember it for the rest of his life.

<< shot of Lois pulling Clark down for a short, hard kiss in the newsroom >>

Lex leaned over the machine.  "Your death awaits, Mr. Kent."

____________

ANNOUNCER:  This Sunday, join S6 for:

"Preparations", by Phil Atcliffe

Airing September 5 on a monitor near you!

<http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/Season6/season6.html>

____________

Beth Luthor:  "You *have* to help me.  If you don't, Lex will kill us all!!"

____________

And be sure not to miss the *final* episode of Season 6, "Stronger Than Me
Alone", airing September 29!!  You won't be disappointed!
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Here are the answers to the "Jumping to Conclusions" quiz:

S
P
O
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R

S
P
A
C
E

Story 1: "An Early Morning Surprise," by Bella and Deandreamer
Story 2: "Oh, Mann!" by Karen Ward
Story 3: "Champagne Wishes and Clark Dreams," by Erin Karper
Story 4: "The Joke," by Sheryl Olson. ("Is He or Is He Not?", by Bella, is
a similar story, but I wanted to avoid *too* many stories by the same
author in one quiz!)
Story 5: "I Can't Anymore, Clark," by Rhen Brink.
Story 6: "The Confession," by Wendy Richards
Story 7: "Bliss," also by Rhen. What can I say, I like her sense of humor!

Irene came out a clear winner with six correct titles and authors, thus
giving a clear lesson to all students out there that studying really pays
off. ;)

Alicia and Elena tied for second place with four titles and authors.

Alexis gets an honorable mention for describing two plots.

Hope you enjoyed this, people. See you in October!

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>From: James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM>
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>Date: Thu, 2 Sep 1999 08:36:24 -0700
>
>--- Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:
> > By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came
> > up with something else to
> > ponder.  It the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive
> > and well (and president,
> > in fact ;-) Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I
> > wonder how the single
> > change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is
> > where the split happened)
> > caused all that.  Interesting thought.
>
>We have already had a story that explains EP and CH
>but I do not know of one that touches JO.
>
>I smell another alternate story in the making.  Do we
>have any takers.
>

>Mr. D8a
>Philipians 4:8

   This actually reminds me of a fanfic idea I posted a while ago.  In which
due to some scheming by a certain time traveling villian, James Olsen,
Ownwer of the Daily Planet gets switched with Jimmy Olsen, potographer/gofer
for the Daily Planet.  It occured to me that no one was that much different
>from their counterpart.  Perry was the Mayor, but he was still Perry.  He
had been the Editor of the Planet, and he loves Elvis so how much more Perry
can you get?  But Jimmy is very different.  Nothing save the fact that he's
a "good guy" is the same between the two worlds.  It would wreck total mahem
on both their lives, if, while walking down the street minding their own
bussiness, the Owner suddenly found himself the photographer, and the
photographer found himself the owner.  Our Jimmy would probably find out
that CK=S, for that fact that in the Alt-world, everyone knows, unless H.G.
Wells pulls that "drop them off before they left" trick,which I have always
hated.

Christina,
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In a message dated 9/2/1999 1:25:08 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Bumkin@IBM.NET
writes:

<< LOL, I would like to see the revenge fanfic, and Wendy in Canada the
 University teachers are called Professers or Dr. so it again is just the
 United States of America, same as they are the only ones left in the world
 whose main measurement system is still imperial not metric!! >>

Where I go to school, people with PhD's but do not work full time or do not
have senority are called lecturers, we also have assistent professors,
associate professors, and full professors... pretty confusing.  So I just
refer to everyone as Doctor...

<<same as they are the only ones left in the world
 whose main measurement system is still imperial not metric!!>>

I know that makes me really mad... when I was in high school everyone always
stressed the importance of using the metric system, but now that I am in
upper level engineering classes at one of the best engineering schools in
the
midwest, all we use is the English system (or American system or whatever).
Believe me, they need to go to one standard system (the metric system).

<<Any way Stop bugging the guy until S6 is done!!!! I am dying to read it:)
>>

I have to agree there.  I am having S6 withdrawal!!! I can't wait to see how
it ends.

Alicia
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On Wed, 1 Sep 1999 18:13:59 CDT Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM>
wrote:

> By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came up with something
else to ponder. In the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive and well
(and president, in fact ;-)

_Ex_-president, I think. These days, Charlton Heston is Prez -- so
Tempus wasn't the only one responsible for all those guns on the
streets of AltMetropolis.

> [...] Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I wonder how the single
change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is where the split
happened) caused all that. Interesting thought. <

True, although it doesn't just have to be a single split. Once the
split has occurred, subsequent event/choices will take place in all the
timelines created by the split, and those timelines will split
themselves according to the various possible outcomes, over and over
again.

But that's not what you meant, I know. Okay, let's see... Because the
Kents died, no produce (or different produce) came from the farm, so
distributors had to look elsewhere, which meant that trucks were on the
road at different times and in different places; maybe there was an
accident due to one of those trucks that someone was involved in (or
maybe there _wasn't_ an accident which happened in "our" L&C's
timeline), and that person became an influence on Elvis, convincing him
that politics was a good alternative to eating, drinking and doping
himself to death -- and the rest is (alternate) history.

I'll let someone else deal with Jimmy. There are millions of ways that
one could come up with to connect events like that through greater or
longer chains of connecting circumstances. It's kinda humbling to
realise that what you or I do at any time could so drastically affect
the future....

Phil

*********************************

OK, How"s this?

When the wreck that kills the Kents happens, lots of witnesses stop to
try and help. One of those witnesses is a NIA spy named Jack Olsen. The
wreck happens close to the Kent's home and in sight of their 10 year
old son (this is pulled from someone's fic-don't remember who). Jack is
so haunted by the devastation he witnesses in the child that it makes
him consider his own toddler at home and what his new promotion to a
field agent will do to his son. He chooses to return to a desk
assignment and stay close to his family. Being with the NIA affords him
(and his curious son) the opportunity to be around all the latest
developments in computer technology. His son's aptitude is discovered
early by people in positions to encourage and help it along.

TerriAnn

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At 05:21 PM 9/2/1999 -0700, TerriAnn wrote:

>The wreck happens close to the Kent's home and in sight of their 10 year
>old son (this is pulled from someone's fic-don't remember who).

Well the fic is "Only You:  If Only" (by moi<g>).  However, it was based on
TA:

                                LOIS
                What happened?
                                CLARK
                Car wreck.  I saw it happen.  I was
                pretty fast, even then, but... not
                fast enough.

I find this thread interesting, although I find that it boggles the mind to
even consider all the possible branches that might be created by even this
one split;\

Margaret

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Christina, did this story actually get written? If so, where can I find it?
It sounds *good*! :D

Melisma

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At 12:12 PM 9/2/99 PDT, you wrote:
>>From: James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM>
>>Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic"
>>    <LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU>
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>>Subject: Fan Fic Challenge(was questions for a fic)
>>Date: Thu, 2 Sep 1999 08:36:24 -0700
>>
>>--- Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:
>> > By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came
>> > up with something else to
>> > ponder.  It the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive
>> > and well (and president,
>> > in fact ;-) Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I
>> > wonder how the single
>> > change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is
>> > where the split happened)
>> > caused all that.  Interesting thought.
>>
>>We have already had a story that explains EP and CH
>>but I do not know of one that touches JO.
>>
>>I smell another alternate story in the making.  Do we
>>have any takers.
>>
>
>>Mr. D8a
>>Philipians 4:8
>
>
>   This actually reminds me of a fanfic idea I posted a while ago.  In
which
>due to some scheming by a certain time traveling villian, James Olsen,
>Ownwer of the Daily Planet gets switched with Jimmy Olsen,
potographer/gofer
>for the Daily Planet.  It occured to me that no one was that much different
>>from their counterpart.  Perry was the Mayor, but he was still Perry.  He
>had been the Editor of the Planet, and he loves Elvis so how much more
Perry
>can you get?  But Jimmy is very different.  Nothing save the fact that he's
>a "good guy" is the same between the two worlds.  It would wreck total
mahem
>on both their lives, if, while walking down the street minding their own
>bussiness, the Owner suddenly found himself the photographer, and the
>photographer found himself the owner.  Our Jimmy would probably find out
>that CK=S, for that fact that in the Alt-world, everyone knows, unless H.G.
>Wells pulls that "drop them off before they left" trick,which I have always
>hated.
>
>
>Christina,
>forum101@hotmail.com
>
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In a message dated 9/2/99 12:59:50 PM EST, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

<< Alexis gets an honorable mention for describing two plots.
  >>

I know this may sound kinda stupid.. but I am honored to get an honorable
mention! <G>  I am just a *baby* when it comes to LnC fanfic.. heck fanfic
in
general so this is quite an accomplishment!    I am eternally grateful to
you
Hazel for bestowing this honor on me! LoL!

Alexis ;-.)
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Wendy Richards <ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:

Quoting me:
>> Thanks for the promotion, BTW

> Well, I had to, you know. US readers don't understand our academic
titles like Lecturer and Dr; I have to tell US people I'm a professor
or they think I'm some lowly postdoc without a proper job <g> Besides,
don't you think Professor Atcliffe has just that right kind of cachet?
(Incidentally, I've been addressed in correspondence as anything from
Professor to Departmental secretary...) <

Ah, well, there's a compliment for you. As every academic should know,
departmental secretaries are the _real_ power in a university....

[Snip]

> LOL!! You didn't comment on the long shaggy hair, though...

I wondered how you knew.... <g> Actually, my hair isn't _that_ long
(Oh, really? says my wife Jocelyn sarcastically) and it doesn't get all
that shaggy because it's too curly. Besides, I just had my semi-annual
haircut.

I was more "offended" (i.e., not really) by the New Age Traveller
clothing. Okay, so I haven't worn a suit since I left school, and I
wear a tie once a year for preference (at graduating ceremonies), but I
do try to look neat and clean most of the time (there's a limit to what
you can do when you're climbing around aircraft mock-ups and wind
tunnels). But I do have a beard....

> Wendy (now waiting for this revenge fic, and wondering just what Phil
will cast her as... Yvonne's already given him some ideas....) <

Oh, it's not _me_ you should be worried about. It was a family joke,
and it may well be a family revenge.... <g> And when I tell you that
Jocelyn is already coming up with esoteric ideas and my elder boy,
author of that very cutting satire, "Plasma Cannons of Gor", wants to
help -- or at least a royalty on the idea of nuking Walford <g> -- then
all I can add is to quote Wednesday Addams:

"Be afraid. Be very, very afraid." <eg>

Later, Marnie wrote:
> LOL, I would like to see the revenge fanfic, and Wendy in Canada the
University teachers are called Professors or Dr. <

And Alicia replied:
>> Where I go to school, people with PhD's but do not work full time or
do not have senority are called lecturers, we also have assistant
professors, associate professors, and full professors... pretty
confusing.  So I just refer to everyone as Doctor... <<

Just to totally confuse you, British universities and those who follow
their example have things (or people) called Readers, who are something
like an associate professor (I think) -- fairly high up on the academic
tree, anyway.

<Marnie>
[...] so it again is just the United States of America, same as they
are the only ones left in the world whose main measurement system is
still imperial not metric!!

<Alicia>
I know that makes me really mad... when I was in high school everyone always
stressed the importance of using the metric system, but now that I am in
upper level engineering classes at one of the best engineering schools in
the
midwest, all we use is the English system (or American system or whatever).

<me>
That's "US Customary Units", according to NASA <g>. It's an obscure
joke, I know, but I always grin when I read a NASA report and see "The
work described in this report was done in US Customary Units" when all
the results are given in SI -- in other words, "we did it our way, but
we have to use these other weird units because the rest of the world
has gone crazy and uses them." <g>

The US is the last bastion of the former Imperial system of units
(although they actually use their own version of it -- just what _is_
the definition of a US gallon, anyway; it sure isn't the same as an
Imperial gallon) in science and engineering, which is why American
universities use it, I suppose. FWIW, my experience in industry and
academia has been that, in the English-speaking world at least, you
need to be "bi-lingual", i.e., at home in both the Imperial/US and SI
systems. The fact is that most of the world uses SI -- or "metric"
units, which aren't quite the same thing -- but there are a lot of
older designs and calculations that were done in Imperial units. And,
of course, the Yanks are putting out new ones every day.

Phil, heading back to the S6 finale -- it appears that people want to
_read_ it. Who'd'a thunk? <g>
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Someone (sorry, don't remember) wrote:
> << LOL, I would like to see the revenge fanfic, and Wendy in Canada the
>  University teachers are called Professers or Dr. so it again is just the
>  United States of America,

Ah, but it's still not the same; the vast majority of teachers are
called Lecturers. Professor is a promoted post, only for the most
senior.

Alicia wrote:

> Where I go to school, people with PhD's but do not work full time or do
not
> have senority are called lecturers, we also have assistent professors,
> associate professors, and full professors... pretty confusing.  So I just
> refer to everyone as Doctor...

Now, here is another difference. Here, 'school' is where children go
to learn <g> - seriously, the term 'school' applies to first and
second-level education. Anything after that is referred to as
university or college.

Yes, we have a hierarchy of grades, as Phil suggests (and even that
varies, since there are essentially two types of university over here
- Phil's in one, Chris Carr and I are in the other). But since I've
been in the job eleven years and am on the second level of the
hierarchy, my position is probably equivalent to a US associate
professor, but my title is Lecturer (Lecturer B, on the scale). Phil,
are you a senior lecturer on the 1992-universities scale?

There, that's probably more than most of you wanted to know about the
British university system! But it might help anyone crazy enough to
consider setting a fic over here (well, why not, since in one of mine
L&C's son works in a US university? <g>)

By the way, I wondered if I should explain the choice of 'The Lost
Afternoon' as a title. Over here, a couple of years ago the soaps hit
upon an idea for a nice little earner: they would make a 90-minute
'special' containing lots of excitement, and release it on video
only. Since the events in that video were then referred to
subsequently in the episodes shown on TV, fans felt as if they'd
missed something important and would naturally run out and buy the
video, usually priced at fourteen - fifteen pounds. Of
course it was controversial - seen as taking advantage of
fans etc. Brookside, the first soap to do this in a serious way,
titled its first video 'The Lost Weekend.'

Looking forward to that revenge fic, Phil, though I need the final S6
eps first!

Wendy
(who's now wondering how she could drag LabRat, Yvonne, Jenni and Dom
into another segment of Wit's End... how to explain four Scots in
Walford...? A re-enactment of Culloden, but in the middle of Albert
Square? Braveheart in the East End?)

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No, actually it didn't get written.  I also mentioned somthing about BATP
and the collective effort of the list was used to explain what it stood for.
  (So we don't start this again, it's "Barbarians at the Planet" the second
to last ep of the 1st season.)

>From: Melisma <melisma@INTERGATE.BC.CA>
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>
>Christina, did this story actually get written? If so, where can I find it?
>It sounds *good*! :D
>
>Melisma
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>At 12:12 PM 9/2/99 PDT, you wrote:
> >>From: James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM>
> >>Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic"
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> >>To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
> >>Subject: Fan Fic Challenge(was questions for a fic)
> >>Date: Thu, 2 Sep 1999 08:36:24 -0700
> >>
> >>--- Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:
> >> > By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came
> >> > up with something else to
> >> > ponder.  It the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive
> >> > and well (and president,
> >> > in fact ;-) Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I
> >> > wonder how the single
> >> > change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is
> >> > where the split happened)
> >> > caused all that.  Interesting thought.
> >>
> >>We have already had a story that explains EP and CH
> >>but I do not know of one that touches JO.
> >>
> >>I smell another alternate story in the making.  Do we
> >>have any takers.
> >>
> >
> >>Mr. D8a
> >>Philipians 4:8
> >
> >
> >   This actually reminds me of a fanfic idea I posted a while ago.  In
>which
> >due to some scheming by a certain time traveling villian, James Olsen,
> >Ownwer of the Daily Planet gets switched with Jimmy Olsen,
>potographer/gofer
> >for the Daily Planet.  It occured to me that no one was that much
>different
> >from their counterpart.  Perry was the Mayor, but he was still Perry.  He
> >had been the Editor of the Planet, and he loves Elvis so how much more
>Perry
> >can you get?  But Jimmy is very different.  Nothing save the fact that
>he's
> >a "good guy" is the same between the two worlds.  It would wreck total
>mahem
> >on both their lives, if, while walking down the street minding their own
> >bussiness, the Owner suddenly found himself the photographer, and the
> >photographer found himself the owner.  Our Jimmy would probably find out
> >that CK=S, for that fact that in the Alt-world, everyone knows, unless
>H.G.
> >Wells pulls that "drop them off before they left" trick,which I have
>always
> >hated.
> >
> >
> >Christina,
> >forum101@hotmail.com
> >
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  For the "Oops" web page, I guess I could do
screen caps and captions regarding Lois' and Clark's amazing, morphing
apartments <g> I also cringe at the thought of trying to do an exact layout
of their townhouse ;)

Zoom

I like Donna's comment.

Donna in Schenectady
<<It's called suspension of disbelief....or suspension of architecture>>

Charlotte
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Wendy, I *finally* read the original "Wits" and now this and I have to
admit, (I'm from the US) a lot was lost on me, I never watched Dr. Who and I
have no idea who Grant Mitchell et al are.  Be that as it may, I enjoyed
reading them.  I especially liked "Wits2!"

>Bianca gave her a beaming smile as they passed, and Lois noticed her eye
>Clark up and down. Lois's feeling of possessive indignation dissipated
>after Bianca winked at her as if to say, 'Nice! Lucky you!'<<

Yeah, no kidding!  :D

>>He fixed his companion with a hard stare. "Where is the bomb?"

"In my electron microscope, of course," he retorted.

<Yes, naturally...> Clark thought. Patiently, he enquired, "Where is your
electron microscope?"

The man heaved a sigh which stated beyond doubt that he thought he was
dealing with an imbecile. He'd get on well with the Doctor, Clark mused.<<

Great dialog!

>>"If there is a bomb," he enquired patiently, "won't you get killed too?"

The man shook his head, as if despairing of Clark's ability to understand
even simple concepts. "Of course not! I told you I'm a time traveller - I'll
simply come back and rescue myself!"<<

Of course!! Why didn't anyone think of that before!

LOL!!

KathR

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Hi Kath, thanks for the feedback!

> >>"If there is a bomb," he enquired patiently, "won't you get killed too?"
>
> The man shook his head, as if despairing of Clark's ability to understand
> even simple concepts. "Of course not! I told you I'm a time traveller -
I'll
> simply come back and rescue myself!"<<
>
> Of course!! Why didn't anyone think of that before!

Well, of course, it is Phil (The Mad Professor) Atcliffe who keeps
trying to persuade me that this is possible...

Wendy
(The Evil Fanfic Writer)
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SWEET!

--- TA Merrill <paounfiloun@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
>
> OK, How"s this?
>
> When the wreck that kills the Kents happens, lots of
> witnesses stop to
> try and help. One of those witnesses is a NIA spy
> named Jack Olsen. The
> wreck happens close to the Kent's home and in sight
> of their 10 year
> old son (this is pulled from someone's fic-don't
> remember who). Jack is
> so haunted by the devastation he witnesses in the
> child that it makes
> him consider his own toddler at home and what his
> new promotion to a
> field agent will do to his son. He chooses to return
> to a desk
> assignment and stay close to his family. Being with
> the NIA affords him
> (and his curious son) the opportunity to be around
> all the latest
> developments in computer technology. His son's
> aptitude is discovered
> early by people in positions to encourage and help
> it along.
>
> TerriAnn
>
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It's amazing what you think of when you've driving down the same patch of
road for the zillionth time.  Just how does Clark manage to assemble all the
items on Lois' 'shopping list' in OP?  This is my challenge to you all :)

I can't remember all the items, but I'm sure one of them was Swiss
chocolate.  OK, so he can get to Switzerland in the blink of an eye, but
didn't he have to go into a shop, possibly wait in a queue, and pay for the
chocolate?  All this dressed as Superman?  With, or without, money?

Another was snow from the Andes.  Maybe Phil can help me out with this one.
Just what happens to ice or snow when you travel at, or just under, the
speed of light?  Wouldn't it vaporise before he got it home?

The pearl I can just about accept, if he dove for it himself and dried off
on the way back.

Any offers?

Yvonne
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This is sort of 'way' off topic, but interesting.

Apparently back in April the decendents of original
creators of Superman were 'given' 50% rights to
everything Superman related.

It is an interesting read.  Especially the part about
what happens in 2033.

http://www.anotheruniverse.com/comics/features/supermanrights.html

James
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Can anyone recommend some good fics set during the New Krypton Arc?  I'm =
interested in any fiction concerning Lord of the Flys and Battleground =
Earth

BTW, I'm looking forward to reading part three of 'Universal Union'.  =
I'm a sucker for happy endings and don't want to read any sad bits until =
I know how it ends.

I couldn't find the author's address, but just to let them know, I think =
it's a great story.

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Wendy wrote:

> (who's now wondering how she could drag LabRat, Yvonne, Jenni and Dom
> into another segment of Wit's End... how to explain four Scots in
> Walford...? A re-enactment of Culloden, but in the middle of Albert
> Square? Braveheart in the East End?)

Or how about repatriating the Stone of Scone...again?

Yvonne
(bags be Mel Gibson if you do Braveheart, as long as I get to wear something
under my kilt ;))
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Quick check - setting apart fanfic, Clark has never been to the alternative
universe, has he?
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Wendy - finally sat down and read the story and enjoyed it very much - as I
do all
your stories
merry

Wendy Richards wrote:

> Hi Kath, thanks for the feedback!
>
> > >>"If there is a bomb," he enquired patiently, "won't you get killed
too?"
> >
> > The man shook his head, as if despairing of Clark's ability to
understand
> > even simple concepts. "Of course not! I told you I'm a time traveller -
I'll
> > simply come back and rescue myself!"<<
> >
> > Of course!! Why didn't anyone think of that before!
>
> Well, of course, it is Phil (The Mad Professor) Atcliffe who keeps
> trying to persuade me that this is possible...
>
> Wendy
> (The Evil Fanfic Writer)
> ----------------------
> Wendy Richards
> w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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Subject:      L&C Fanfiction Archive UPDATE
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Howdy FoLCs! :)

This is a multi-faceted combo post, so I hope you'll all bear with me :)

First of all I want to thank everyone for being patient with us while we
sorted through some strange technical difficulties with the fanfiction
archive primary website the past week or so.   Lauren's mirror site has
been hopping, I'm sure, since we found ourselves so suddenly offline! ;)

What happened is still something of a mystery, a mystery having to do with
a DNS error beyond our control (and if you don't already know what a DNS
error means, don't worry ;) -- To make a long story short.. WE MOVED!! :)

The move is now largely complete, and while we will probably have some
*planned* changes<g> in store for everyone in the not so distant future,
I'd like to invite you all to come visit us in our new location --
nothing's changed as yet, except our address and (you'll note please), some
of the submission addresses for your stories.

>From now on, the archive will be located in it's own domain name... :)

www.lcfanfic.com

I'd like to thank Beth Guide and A Creative Touch Web design for their
generous assistance this past year while they hosted us in our old
location, bolstered by some financial assistance from the fans themselves,
but the time had come (the walrus said<g>) -- and with the help of our own
(saint) Lauren (aka webmistress extraordinaire ;) we were finally able to
set up a PERMANENT HOME for the archive!

Which brings me to my next point... the archive's fan support base :)  Last
year around this time, if you'll all recall, I posted a similar message
imparting that it costs a couple hundred dollars a year to house the
enormous volume of fan fiction we've got out there <g>  With that in mind,
and with absolutely no strings attached, if any FoLC feels they might be
able to help the effort out with $2-$5, the way we did it last year, we
were able to pay back our hosting providers (and finally get our own domain
name!:)  If you feel you'd like to contribute a couple bucks, please write
to me privately at:  nightangel@home.com and I'll give you some more
specific information.  (Thanks<g>)  It's not a huge issue, we're just
trying to make it a little easier on the generous FoLCs who are footing our
bills for us ;)

That said! (wheph! ;)   Some things you should all note about the new
location..

Webmasters, please make note of the address change on your web pages and
listings.  The old address would have a bookmark to the new location except
for the DNS error which continues to make it nearly inaccessible -- so
spread the word FoLCs!  We'll be trying to let as many people know as
possible, and the more of you who help us in the endeavor, the faster the
process will be. ;)

Authors and Readers, you're not going to notice much difference yet --
hopefully :)   Kathy's still got your stories well under control, she's as
efficient and incredible as ever ;)  and the archive will continue to
receive your submitted stories via email... though you should note that
>FROM NOW ON, we'd appreciate all story submissions being sent to:
stories@lcfanfic.com -- the old submissions address still works, so don't
panic, only make note of the new one and visit our FAQ another time to
check out any other information you may be unsure of. :)

Likewise, our Anonymous FTP access for those without world wide web
browsers is still available, the new address is:   ftp.lcfanfic.com

I think that's about it for this update! :)   If you have specific WEB
related concerns or questions about the new site, or anything I've said
here, please direct them to webmaster@lcfanfic.com -- all STORY concerns
should go to stories@lcfanfic.com

That's it that's all for now..

Take Care FoLCs ;)
Demi
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I'm not sure that Jimmy in alt world would be written the same way as in the
standard one.  He seemed much more confident than the one we know.  He'd
undoubtedly be similar, but not exactly the same.

>From: Marnie Rowe <Bumkin@IBM.NET>
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>Date: Thu, 2 Sep 1999 13:11:18 -0400
>
>i would love to read it but I don't think that i can write Jimmy well
>enough to do the idea justice but boy o boy is there all sorts of ideas
>floating in my head    :(
>Anyway where would I find the other two alts?? I think I read one but I
>can't remember what it was called..
>Marnie
>bumkin@ibm.net
>
>
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> > From: James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM>
> > To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
> > Subject: Fan Fic Challenge(was questions for a fic)
> > Date: Thursday, September 02, 1999 11:36 AM
> >
> > --- Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:
> > > By the way, while I was pondering all this, I came
> > > up with something else to
> > > ponder.  It the show's alt-universe, Elvis is alive
> > > and well (and president,
> > > in fact ;-) Jimmy's a millionaire computer expert. I
> > > wonder how the single
> > > change of Jonathan and Martha's death (if that is
> > > where the split happened)
> > > caused all that.  Interesting thought.
> >
> > We have already had a story that explains EP and CH
> > but I do not know of one that touches JO.
> >
> > I smell another alternate story in the making.  Do we
> > have any takers.
> >
> > ===
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> > Philipians 4:8
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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 02:53:57 +0100
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Wendy wrote:

>> (who's now wondering how she could drag LabRat, Yvonne, Jenni and Dom
>> into another segment of Wit's End... how to explain four Scots in
>> Walford...? A re-enactment of Culloden, but in the middle of Albert
>> Square? Braveheart in the East End?)

And Yvonne added:
>
>Or how about repatriating the Stone of Scone...again?
>
>Yvonne
>(bags be Mel Gibson if you do Braveheart, as long as I get to wear
something
>under my kilt ;))

Why would we need to repatriate it twice, when we stole it just fine last
time around? ;)

Or...perhaps those Wembley goalposts are in grave danger once more? Bags I
be the heroic little rat who burrows under the foundations in the dead of
night, thus causing major upheaval during the closing minutes of the to the
death confrontation and collapse of the English defence just before the
final whistle. Sabotage is a rat's middle name, you know.

LabRat :) (who ain't venturing into Walford, no way, no how. At least not
without the company of Rocky and Dave - my Doberman Pinscher friends. They
breed mean rats in the cellars of the Queen Vic.)
>
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Date:         Fri, 3 Sep 1999 22:08:39 -0400
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> Elizabeth Reid wrote:
>
> Can anyone recommend some good fics set during the New Krypton Arc?
> I'm interested in any fiction concerning Lord of the Flys and
> Battleground Earth

Liz,

Two stories set soon after Battleground Earth come to mind.

The first is by Leanne Shawler, "In Memoriam."  I don't believe any of
her fanfic is at the archives, but it's all at her website.
<http://www.znet.com/~volterra/fanfic/fanfic.html>

The second is my story "After the Battle," available on my site
<http://users.erols.com/nightsky/fanfic.html> as well as the main
archives.

Enjoy!

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 "Long Have I Waited" -- a new Highlander fanfic, now available
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hours what a competent librarian can find in five minutes. :-)
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Date:         Fri, 3 Sep 1999 22:50:07 -0400
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From:         Pam Jernigan <jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET>
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STORY TITLE:  Evening Delight
PART: 1 of 1
AUTHORS:  Chris Mulder <mulders@mindspring.com> & Pam Jernigan
<jernigan@bellsouth.net>
RATING:  PG-13
FEEDBACK:  We prefer to receive critiques in private, but public gushing
is just fine ;)
DESCRIPTION: A vignette set somewhere in S6 continuity, between crises.
You don't have to have read S6.

Evening Delight
by Jernigan and Mulder

Lois and Clark liked to coordinate their schedules so that they came
home at the same time, but it wasn't always possible.  This evening,
Clark had stayed late to finish an assignment, while Lois had collected
Laura from day care and taken her home.  Clark entered his home with a
sigh of satisfaction.  It wasn't that he disliked his job -- although it
was less fun to work by himself -- it was just that he loved being home
with his wife and daughter.  Their time alone was limited, and precious.

"Lois, I'm home," he called up the stairs, and heard her moving about in
the bedroom.

"Oh good," she replied, trusting him to hear her even from a floor
away.  A moment later, she came down the stairs.

Clark stood still, watching her in appreciation.  She looked terrific.
Her businesslike suit of earlier was gone, replaced by a slinky black
dress, and her hair was freshly styled.

She smiled smugly at his reaction.  "Laura's playing in her playpen for
a few minutes," she reported.

"Oh," he replied, distracted.  "I was going to ask.  But what's --
this?" he asked, his bemusement evident as he gestured towards her and
her ... outfit.

"You like?" she pirouetted, causing the skirt to flare out, revealing a
slit.

His breath caught in his throat. "Oh, yeah."

She strolled over to him, a sultry smile on her lips.  "That's good."
She reached out to fiddle with his tie.  "You see, I was hoping to get
lucky tonight."

He reached for her, but she danced away, shooting him a teasing look.
"Honey, believe me, you can get anything you want tonight."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that."  She licked her lips, quite
deliberately, watching him to make sure he got the message.  "Because I
have something ... unusual ... in mind.  See, I've heard that
sometimes," she purred, coquetting in front of him and looking up at him
through her lashes, "it's fun to go to a dark, smoky bar ... find a
good-looking stranger ...

A most provocative smile was on her lovely mouth and Clark found himself
unconsciously licking his own dry lips as he listened to her sultry
voice, "... and, ah, seize the ... moment.  Do you know what I mean ...
honey?"

Clark swallowed hard, envisioning her across a smoky room, smiling
warmly at him, flirting in public....  Oh, this could be good.  "I've
never done it ... but it sounds like fun."

"Oh, I think it will be."  She smiled, then gave him a look of limpid
innocence.  "So, then ... you'll watch Laura while I go out?"

He stared at her, too lost in a sensual fog to make immediate sense of
this, his brows coming down in confusion.  She didn't mean...?

Her sultry look dissolved into giggles as she watched him trying to
process this.

"Lo-is!"

She laughed harder, but moved closer.  "You should have seen your face!"

He pulled her into a hug.  "That was *not* funny!"

"Oh yes, it was!"

The End
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Date:         Fri, 3 Sep 1999 22:55:32 EDT
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LOL!  Giggles...

Great short story! <G>
My heart was racing along with Clark's too! <G>
I thought.. ooh we get to see some skin.. on Clark!

Okay I know i am in the gutter.. but I don't care at this hour of the night!
;p~

Alexis ;-.)
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In a message dated 09/03/1999 7:11:06 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
nightsky@EROLS.COM writes:

<< http://www.znet.com/~volterra/fanfic/fanfic.htm >>

Bummer, couldn't get this url to work for Leanne's site....any clues?

I was all excited <g>
Kate
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I tried the site earlier with no problem, and just now couldn't get
through.  It's probably a temporary glitch with her server.  Try again
later.

Cindy

Kate Crane wrote:

> In a message dated 09/03/1999 7:11:06 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
> nightsky@EROLS.COM writes:
>
> << http://www.znet.com/~volterra/fanfic/fanfic.htm >>
>
> Bummer, couldn't get this url to work for Leanne's site....any clues?
>
> I was all excited <g>
> Kate
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Very funny.  Now, what does she really have planned for him?

Cindy
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From:         Anita Dicker <abooks@BELLSOUTH.NET>
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I'm working on a fanfic, and my memory fails me.

What is the color of  eyes does Lady Zara and for good mesure Lt. Ching
have?

Any help would be appreicated

Thanks

Anita
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Date:         Fri, 3 Sep 1999 23:51:31 EDT
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Try  "The Love that Risks Nothing" at the archive by KMcstr...(?)
and  "The Heir" by Piper (also at the archive.)
  Laurie
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Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!

Jernigan & Mulder.

OH God!

The story was delightful, but
to see those two names, united
as one, gave me palpitations.

It's like Ben & Jerry with no calories.
Which of course makes it *better*
than Ben & Jerry <g> And I assure you,
Ice-cream is very high on my
list of Humanity's greatest inventions
(along with, VCR's, electronic
correspondence, spandex and so on....)

Jernigan & Mulder.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh.

Maggie
Official GushMaster of the New Millennium ;o)
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From:         Jenny Stosser <jenerator@OZEMAIL.COM.AU>
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At 11:15 PM 03/09/99 EDT, you wrote:
>In a message dated 09/03/1999 7:11:06 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
>nightsky@EROLS.COM writes:
>
><< http://www.znet.com/~volterra/fanfic/fanfic.htm >>
>
>Bummer, couldn't get this url to work for Leanne's site....any clues?
>
>I was all excited <g>
>Kate

I got to the following
http://www.znet.com/~volterra/fanfic/fanfic.html

by taking the orig. url back to the ~volterra bit and working forward from
there.

Jen
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I just read "The End of the Beginning" on the Archive and I must say
it's beautiful!  I cried.  Everyone read it!
~Jocelyn
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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 08:44:38 EDT
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Hi everyone,

 Just a to let you know that there will not be a fanfic writing session this
weekend because of the holiday here in the US.

 Cheers,
 Eileen
 Eraygun@aol.com
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In a message dated 09/03/1999 9:41:35 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
jenerator@OZEMAIL.COM.AU writes:

<<
 I got to the following
 http://www.znet.com/~volterra/fanfic/fanfic.html

 by taking the orig. url back to the ~volterra bit and working forward from
 there.

 Jen
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  >>

Thanks Jen, this one worked!  I can see the problem...."l" was left off the
html on the first address...duh...<g>
By the way, have you written anything new lately?
Kate
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LOL,  that was cute!! I loved it, i can never write anything so concise but
that is so full if that makes any sense..
Marnie
Bumkin@ibm.net

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> From: Pam Jernigan <jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET>
> To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
> Subject: NEW: Evening Delight
> Date: Friday, September 03, 1999 10:50 PM
>
> STORY TITLE:  Evening Delight
> PART: 1 of 1
> AUTHORS:  Chris Mulder <mulders@mindspring.com> & Pam Jernigan
> <jernigan@bellsouth.net>
> RATING:  PG-13
> FEEDBACK:  We prefer to receive critiques in private, but public gushing
> is just fine ;)
> DESCRIPTION: A vignette set somewhere in S6 continuity, between crises.
> You don't have to have read S6.
>
> Evening Delight
> by Jernigan and Mulder
>
> Lois and Clark liked to coordinate their schedules so that they came
> home at the same time, but it wasn't always possible.  This evening,
> Clark had stayed late to finish an assignment, while Lois had collected
> Laura from day care and taken her home.  Clark entered his home with a
> sigh of satisfaction.  It wasn't that he disliked his job -- although it
> was less fun to work by himself -- it was just that he loved being home
> with his wife and daughter.  Their time alone was limited, and precious.
>
> "Lois, I'm home," he called up the stairs, and heard her moving about in
> the bedroom.
>
> "Oh good," she replied, trusting him to hear her even from a floor
> away.  A moment later, she came down the stairs.
>
> Clark stood still, watching her in appreciation.  She looked terrific.
> Her businesslike suit of earlier was gone, replaced by a slinky black
> dress, and her hair was freshly styled.
>
> She smiled smugly at his reaction.  "Laura's playing in her playpen for
> a few minutes," she reported.
>
> "Oh," he replied, distracted.  "I was going to ask.  But what's --
> this?" he asked, his bemusement evident as he gestured towards her and
> her ... outfit.
>
> "You like?" she pirouetted, causing the skirt to flare out, revealing a
> slit.
>
> His breath caught in his throat. "Oh, yeah."
>
> She strolled over to him, a sultry smile on her lips.  "That's good."
> She reached out to fiddle with his tie.  "You see, I was hoping to get
> lucky tonight."
>
> He reached for her, but she danced away, shooting him a teasing look.
> "Honey, believe me, you can get anything you want tonight."
>
> "Ooh, I like the sound of that."  She licked her lips, quite
> deliberately, watching him to make sure he got the message.  "Because I
> have something ... unusual ... in mind.  See, I've heard that
> sometimes," she purred, coquetting in front of him and looking up at him
> through her lashes, "it's fun to go to a dark, smoky bar ... find a
> good-looking stranger ...
>
> A most provocative smile was on her lovely mouth and Clark found himself
> unconsciously licking his own dry lips as he listened to her sultry
> voice, "... and, ah, seize the ... moment.  Do you know what I mean ...
> honey?"
>
> Clark swallowed hard, envisioning her across a smoky room, smiling
> warmly at him, flirting in public....  Oh, this could be good.  "I've
> never done it ... but it sounds like fun."
>
> "Oh, I think it will be."  She smiled, then gave him a look of limpid
> innocence.  "So, then ... you'll watch Laura while I go out?"
>
> He stared at her, too lost in a sensual fog to make immediate sense of
> this, his brows coming down in confusion.  She didn't mean...?
>
> Her sultry look dissolved into giggles as she watched him trying to
> process this.
>
> "Lo-is!"
>
> She laughed harder, but moved closer.  "You should have seen your face!"
>
> He pulled her into a hug.  "That was *not* funny!"
>
> "Oh yes, it was!"
>
> The End
> --
> -------------------------------------------------------
> Pam Jernigan            |  jernigan@bellsouth.net
> ChiefPam on IRC         |
> -------------------------------------------------------
> "Look, up in the sky!" "Is it a bird?" "Is it a plane?"
> "Nah, it's just some guy in a pair of tights and a cape"
> --crowd scene from the pilot of "Lois & Clark"
> -------------------------------------------------------
> http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam
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Well I think that they both have brown eyes but since I do have the eps on
tape I was gonna look it up for you but my hubby was watching something and
told me that is I put on THAT SHOW! that he would be pissed....
Marnie
Bumkin@ibm.net

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> From: Anita Dicker <abooks@BELLSOUTH.NET>
> To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
> Subject: Question: Eye color
> Date: Friday, September 03, 1999 11:33 PM
>
> I'm working on a fanfic, and my memory fails me.
>
> What is the color of  eyes does Lady Zara and for good mesure Lt. Ching
> have?
>
> Any help would be appreicated
>
> Thanks
>
> Anita
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S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

Irene,
I'm way behind my reading (I haven't even read "family ties" (sorry
Christy!!) and also didn't manage to read Starfire yet either), but
since I like "All shook up" very much, I couldn't wait to read "Shaken
not stirred" and so I kind of read it "out of order" <g>.
And what a great decision that was, because I wasn't disappointed. I
loved it! It was fun to read your new ideas and the scenes you took form
the episode mixed together to a wonderful rewrite. I think you managed
that very well and I could visualize the whole story almost as good as
if I had seen it on TV.

My favorite scenes where the Martha-Jonathan-Babble that had me laughing
out loud and the scene on the bed that had me sigh. Hmmm, waffy!

One reason more for me to start "Starfire"!
take care
Nicole
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Hi Nicole,

> S
> P
> O
> I
> L
> E
> R
>
> S
> P
> A
> C
> E
>
>
> Irene,
> I'm way behind my reading (I haven't even read
> "family ties" (sorry
> Christy!!) and also didn't manage to read Starfire
> yet either), but
> since I like "All shook up" very much, I couldn't
> wait to read "Shaken
> not stirred" and so I kind of read it "out of order"
> <g>.
> And what a great decision that was, because I wasn't
> disappointed. I
> loved it! It was fun to read your new ideas and the
> scenes you took form
> the episode mixed together to a wonderful rewrite. I
> think you managed
> that very well and I could visualize the whole story
> almost as good as
> if I had seen it on TV.

Thank you, Nicole.  I'm so glad that you enjoyed it.
>
> My favorite scenes where the Martha-Jonathan-Babble
> that had me laughing
> out loud and the scene on the bed that had me sigh.
> Hmmm, waffy!

I can't really take credit for the Martha-Jonathan-Babble as all I did
was paraphrase a scene from OP.
>
> One reason more for me to start "Starfire"!

Hope you enjoy that one too.

Irene
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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 13:32:12 -0400
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Anita Dicker wrote:
>
> I'm working on a fanfic, and my memory fails me.
>
> What is the color of  eyes does Lady Zara and for good mesure Lt. Ching
> have?
>
> Any help would be appreicated
>
> Thanks
>
> Anita

Zara eyes looked hazel to me.  Ching may be more problematic.  Ching the
First had brown eyes; Ching the Second -- it's really hard to tell.
They looked lighter, maybe hazel, maybe gray.  I think you can use
"poetic license" here.

Sandy
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This is for all the UKers out there. Thought I'd post this here, as well as
on the UK List, for those who may have missed it and might want to join in.

Following on from Demi's recent post to the lg list re. the cost of
maintaining the Archive....

I would like to contribute. Given the sheer amount of pleasure the Archive
has given me in the past couple of years - not only in providing me with
some wonderful fanfic from the first few hours I ever spent online at a
point where the show had just been cancelled and LCWS was setting in with a
vengeance, but also leading me on to form many of the friendships which give
me so much pleasure these days - it's the least I can do. £5 or even £10 is
a small cost to pay for a year's supply of excellent fanfic! Just think how
much you would pay for the same amount of stories if they were published in
book form. <G> (We won't get into the fact that some of them should be. ;)

However, $2-5 dollars is such a small amount in pounds that I wondered if it
might be an idea to organize a group donation from the UKers - as with the
fanzine contributions? If anyone else is thinking about donating to the
cause, perhaps we could work something out and save on costs?

LabRat :)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
labrat@ukf.net

"Louie - you are one sick lizard."
LabRat :)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
labrat@ukf.net

"Louie - you are one sick lizard."
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I too, would like to contribute.

One question seeing as Demi is a Canuck like me - would donations in
Cdn dollars be acceptable?

Irene

--- LabRat <labrat@UKF.NET> wrote:
> This is for all the UKers out there. Thought I'd
> post this here, as well as
> on the UK List, for those who may have missed it and
> might want to join in.
>
> Following on from Demi's recent post to the lg list
> re. the cost of
> maintaining the Archive....
>
> I would like to contribute. Given the sheer amount
> of pleasure the Archive
> has given me in the past couple of years - not only
> in providing me with
> some wonderful fanfic from the first few hours I
> ever spent online at a
> point where the show had just been cancelled and
> LCWS was setting in with a
> vengeance, but also leading me on to form many of
> the friendships which give
> me so much pleasure these days - it's the least I
> can do. £5 or even £10 is
> a small cost to pay for a year's supply of excellent
> fanfic! Just think how
> much you would pay for the same amount of stories if
> they were published in
> book form. <G> (We won't get into the fact that some
> of them should be. ;)
>
> However, $2-5 dollars is such a small amount in
> pounds that I wondered if it
> might be an idea to organize a group donation from
> the UKers - as with the
> fanzine contributions? If anyone else is thinking
> about donating to the
> cause, perhaps we could work something out and save
> on costs?
>
>
>
> LabRat :)
> Doc. Klein's LabRat
> labrat@ukf.net
>
> "Louie - you are one sick lizard."
> LabRat :)
> Doc. Klein's LabRat
> labrat@ukf.net
>
> "Louie - you are one sick lizard."
>

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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 18:47:49 EDT
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In a message dated 09/04/1999 1:33:49 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
smcdermin@EROLS.COM writes:

<< Ching the
 First had brown eyes; Ching the Second >>

SOunds like a dynasty...

--Laurie
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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:32:23 EDT
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From:         The Zoomway <Zoomway@AOL.COM>
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Cassie, who isn't subscribed to this list, wanted me to post that she's
looking for a couple of fanfics:

The names of the fanfics are
The Long Road (and I know of one other fanfic named that, but it must be
written by KMcstr)
and
The Love that Risks Nothing.  Both by     KMcstr

So, if you know where she can find them or where she can contact KMcstr,
send
her a note privately at JnC57@netzero.net since she'd not subscribed to the
list and won't see your reply.

thankee ;)

Zoom
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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:46:18 EDT
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The Long Road by KMcstr and the The Love that Risks Nothing by DJ Riter, can
be found in the AOL reading room at aol://4344:113.lcrrss.454048.519087304.
I
am not aware of any other stories with the same name. Is KMcstr a screen
name
for DJ ?

budmayes@aol.com
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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:49:07 EDT
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Oops, I just double checked the story. My index is off. Both are by KMcstr.

budmayes@aol.com
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Is there any way that non AOL subscribers can access the stories in the
AOL reading room?

Irene

--- Norman Mayes <Budmayes@AOL.COM> wrote:
> Oops, I just double checked the story. My index is
> off. Both are by KMcstr.
>
> budmayes@aol.com
>

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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:51:51 EDT
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Try pasting the URL into your web browser.

budmayes
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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 16:55:34 -0700
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I did that, Bud, and it wouldn't let me. I have actually tried to get into
AOL stuff before, and it never wants to let me... Any other ideas for us
non-AOLers?

Melisma

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At 07:51 PM 9/4/99 EDT, you wrote:
>Try pasting the URL into your web browser.
>
>budmayes
>
>
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Date:         Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:58:15 EDT
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Does anyone know KMstr? and if she or he (I really don't know) would have
any
objections if this story was passed along to anyone would want a copy?

budmayes
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I am going to make the "ENORMOUS" assumption that since KMcstr intentionally
posted these two stories to the bulletin board on aol, that she wanted
people
to read them. I would be willing to forward "privately", a copy to anyone
who
wants one. email me privately and I will send them. If anyone knows that
KMcstr would NOT want this, tell me and I will cease and desist.

budmayes@aol.com
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Please send me The Long Road and The Love That Risks Nothing.

Hoping that I get the request in before your inundated.

Cynthia Haste

Norman Mayes wrote:

> I am going to make the "ENORMOUS" assumption that since KMcstr
intentionally
> posted these two stories to the bulletin board on aol, that she wanted
people
> to read them. I would be willing to forward "privately", a copy to anyone
who
> wants one. email me privately and I will send them. If anyone knows that
> KMcstr would NOT want this, tell me and I will cease and desist.
>
> budmayes@aol.com
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I tried to use the addy on AOL and I think they took the reading room down
because it kept telling me that I have no access to that area. They don't
even have the regular page for LnC on AOL anymore just the one on VL is
available.
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>>>>I tried to use the addy on AOL and I think they took the reading room
down
because it kept telling me that I have no access to that area. They don't
even have the regular page for LnC on AOL anymore just the one on VL is
available.<<<<

Bud gave you an AOL address that only AOL subscribers can reach.  The only
AOL fanfic page that is accessible to non-AOL users that I know of is at
http://members.aol.com/beth012400/fanfic.htm

SheilaH
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Well, it's what? -- 3:15?  3:30?  I just said goodbye to my guests Jenny
Mills and her daughter Nikki, as well as Charlotte Fisler and Bobbett
Jacur.  We'd been sitting in my apartment watching L&C music videos,
etc., drinking wine and eating munchies since 2:00 a.m. after returning
>from a v-e-r-y long stakeout outside the stagedoor of the Warner
Theatre.  Tonight was TH's last performance in Cabaret -- and not a bad
one. (The whole cast was very emotional, and everyone who was leaving
the play received flowers at the end -- four cast members in all.)  I
was also told that Joely Fisher had been attending performances all
week, watching the play and rehearsing with the group.

As for *this* night, Jon Tenney was there, arriving about five minutes
before the show began. (I was ushering right on the aisle from where he
was seated and I didn't even recognize him.  I did recognize Senate
Byron Dorgan, though.  Go figure.) There was also a sizeable contingent
of folcs in attendance, most of whom *did* manage to spot Tenney.  When
the show ended, everyone immediately bolted for the stagedoor and waited
there for almost two hours -- I followed the streak of smoke from their
path.<g>  It was well worth it, though, for those who wanted autographs,
pictures, a few words with TH and for those who wanted to give her
gifts.

Other than the ladies I mention above Gary Rudick, Paula Zack, Maureen
Lewis, Julie Joseph, and I think Andrea Gidusko were present?  (Forgive
me if I'm wrong here cause I don't know all the names, and I thought I
recognized a few faces here and there whom I couldn't confirm with
others.)  There were non-folcs present, too, of course. We weren't the
only crazy people ... I mean, devoted fans.<g>  (And, I mean that
lovingly, for I was sitting there waiting as well -- I got through
almost a chapter of a book on "European Unemployment" -- so you know it
was a long haul.)  In fact, we were at the stagedoor so long the guys
packing up the props, costumes and scenery were tryin' to make time with
a few of us.  (I, for instance, was introduced to Stan the forklift
driver and Bruce the ... scenery mover? by a third gentleman who came
over and asked if I wouldn't mind meeting them.  If my mother were
alive, her heart would be palpitating.) And, of course, ALL these men
know the actors personally and could introduce us to them -- uh huh.
<wink>

TH hadn't left the theatre complex yet, though, so no prop mover was
going to introduce us to anyone.  It seems that there was a reception
after the performance and a limo was waiting.  (That's what we were all
focused on.) Well, finally, *finally,* Jon Tenney came out and began
putting things in the limo which was parked right in front of us. He
posed for pictures and autographs before returning to the building.
He's not a bad looking guy, dressed all in black and definitely easy on
the eyes as far as I'm concerned.  Then a young woman came out who was a
friend or relative -- I say relative. Jon Tenney bopped out again before
going back in, and then, they all came out together with Teri Hatcher.

You know, TH is not only thin, but she doesn't appear to be as tall as I
thought she'd be.  She's also got a pixie-ish face with a slender nose
and big eyes -- reminds me of those paintings of waifs with teardrops
hanging from their eyes. (What are those called?)  Anyway, she posed for
pictures, signed autographs, did not disappoint.

For all of you speculators, I thought she and Tenney seemed happy, and
Teri appeared ... hmm, satisfied, relieved, whatever.  Just pleased it's
all history, I guess.

I'm sure others will fill you in and give their own impressions.

Brunch tomorrow with the group,

Bye,

Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
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Here is a list from my index of stories posted in the reading room. I
haven't
seen them anywhere else. Maybe we can get the authors to send them to the
archive. I'm not even sure how many of them are still active. Apologies if
my
index has any errors. If so let me know?

Does anyone have a list of the stories published in the old Krypton Club
emails? or one the bulletin boards?

A LOVE SO STRONG    Harris, Katie
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER Caldwell, Kathy
A TALE OF TWO JIMMIES
A TEMPUS FOR TWO    Yearwood, Mark
AFTER HE'S GONE Towers, Anne
ALL WILL BE RIGHT IN THE END. . .   Mariah522
ALWAYS AND FOREVER  Yearwood, Mark
AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER   Tuetken, Patrick
AWOL    Meinuk
BABY SCENARIO   Cohen, Leslie
BIG GIRLS CAN LEARN Adrienne (Tennis G146)
CLOUDS OF CHANGE    Kelly
COUNTRY FRIED CHICKEN   Torsiello, Chris
DESERT STORMS   Meinuk
DONT FORGET ME  Rivas, Jocy
FACING THE ENEMY    Meinuk
FAREWELL LORD KAL-EL,HELLO CK   Myers, Deborah
HAPPIER THAN 2 PIGS IN SLOP AGJoker
LEX FOR THE MOMENT  Yearwood, Mark
LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON   Tuetken, Patrick
LOIS LANE KENT  Ramroch
LOOKING FOR LOIS    Crowcroft, Melinda
MEL & CLARK AMBPB
MISERY LOVES CHOC FUDGE NUT BROWNIES    DonnLap
MISSION OF LOVE KMcstr
MUMMY DEAREST   Meinuk
MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY   Fysteydub
NIGHT FLIGHT TO VEGAS   Meinuk
NO ONE CAN VOODOO LIKE YOU DO   Ferraro, Suzanne
NO OTHER WAY    Dunnfour
RETURN OF THE BARON Yearwood, Mark
SHALLOW WATERS  Meinuk
SOME ENCHANTED EVENING  Pickson, Kathyrn
SOMETIMES THE BULLET IS FASTER  Dout T.
TEMPUS IS OF THE ESSENCE    Byrne, Craig
THE DAY OF TEMPUS   Byrne, Craig
THE ICE MAN COMETH  Yearwood. Mark
THE LONG ROAD   KMcstr
THE LOVE THAT RISKS NOTHING KMcstr
THE TRUTH ABOUT VINNIE LAWRENCE DonnLap
THIS MAGIC MOMENT   Harris, Katie
TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE  MacMillan, Katie
UNTITLED    Lunaccy
WALKING IN SUNSHINE Riter, DJ
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND   Amy (AMSprfn)
WHAT IF Meinuk
WHEN YOUR FATHERS A SCIENTIST   Caldwell, Kathy
WORLD WITHOUT A SUPERMAN    Tuetken, Patrick
WORLDS APART    Amy&Barb
X MARKS THE SPOT    Brady, CA
YOUR IN MY HEART    Meinuk

budmayes@aol.com
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My dear Labrat

I think it would be an excellent idea - I would be more than willing to make
a small donation so that I can continue to receive all the excellent
stories - most of which I have on disk but only a very small amount of which
I have read.

It would be a tragedy if pages life the very excellent archive were to
disappear from the web for the sake of a couple of £'s.

With kind regards

Eileen B
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> This is for all the UKers out there. Thought I'd post this here, as well
as
> on the UK List, for those who may have missed it and might want to join
in.
>
> Following on from Demi's recent post to the lg list re. the cost of
> maintaining the Archive....
>
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Eileen wrote:

>I think it would be an excellent idea - I would be more than willing to
make
>a small donation so that I can continue to receive all the excellent
>stories - most of which I have on disk but only a very small amount of
which
>I have read.
>
>It would be a tragedy if pages life the very excellent archive were to
>disappear from the web for the sake of a couple of £'s.

It certainly would, Eileen. In response to your generous offer to help out,
here is something Yvonne posted to the UK List just now, which I figure will
be of interest to you and others who might want to help too:

Yvonne wrote:

>OK, I'm sticking my hand up for this one.  I'm willing to collect in the
>money, do the conversion, and send it off to Demi.
>
And I responded:

Yvonne, thank you, thank you, thank you! Just when I was trying to figure
out how to work that one without mass announcements of my secret identity so
that everyone could send it to me. <g> Feel somewhat guilty letting you
carry
the can, since I brought it up in the first place, but.... <g> What can I
say, girl. You're my heroine! ;)  But then, you knew that already.

LabRat :)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
labrat@ukf.net

"Louie - you are one sick lizard."
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Date:         Sun, 5 Sep 1999 09:46:51 -0700
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Sounds like you had a great time, Sandy!  Glad to hear Teri was in good
spirits and she had her husband there to support her!

Thanks for the great story!

Ara :o)
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From:         "Demona (Angel Of The Night)" <nightangel@HOME.COM>
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At 03:02 PM 04/09/99 -0700, you wrote:
>One question seeing as Demi is a Canuck like me - would donations in
>Cdn dollars be acceptable?

To everyone who's written both here on the list and in private to me, thank
you so very much for your support on behalf of the archive. :)

You guys are all spectacular ;)  I'll tell you what.    I haven't sent out
the formal information yet to anyone since I've been collecting names from
the list and my private email and we've been finalizing things on our own
end (we had no idea there would be this many people responding so
quickly!:) -- I understand the UKers are already organized (which doesn't
surprise me in the least ;)  And I'll check on the CDN dollar idea and get
back to you canucks<g> but if you'd like to (Irene?) maybe you<eg> or
someone else here in Canada (besides me -- I'm not a good banker<bg>) would
like to collect $$ from CDN FoLCs privately and then convert all at once?

Otherwise I don't think it'd be a big deal if Canadians just sent CDN$ --
our sponsers over in the US could probably just convert the money all at
once on their end, anyway. :)

I'll be sending out general information today, privately, to everyone who's
written to me.

And once again, FoLCs... Thanks :)
Demi
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Sorry this took so long. I havn't checked in a couple days.
*Both* stories are in the first folder of Zoom's old message boards.

>From: The Zoomway <Zoomway@AOL.COM>
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>Subject: a fan looking for two fics ;)
>Date: Sat, 4 Sep 1999 19:32:23 EDT
>
>Cassie, who isn't subscribed to this list, wanted me to post that she's
>looking for a couple of fanfics:
>
>The names of the fanfics are
>The Long Road (and I know of one other fanfic named that, but it must be
>written by KMcstr)
>and
>The Love that Risks Nothing.  Both by     KMcstr
>
>So, if you know where she can find them or where she can contact KMcstr,
>send
>her a note privately at JnC57@netzero.net since she'd not subscribed to the
>list and won't see your reply.
>
>thankee ;)
>
>Zoom

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Date:         Sun, 5 Sep 1999 10:42:28 PDT
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BTW, the address is

http://acreativetouch.simplenet.com/fanficdis/disc3_toc.htm

forum101@hotmail.com

>Sorry this took so long. I havn't checked in a couple days.
>*Both* stories are in the first folder of Zoom's old message boards.

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Date:         Sun, 5 Sep 1999 14:27:39 -0400
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Ara Swanson wrote:
>
> Sounds like you had a great time, Sandy!  Glad to hear Teri was in good
> spirits and she had her husband there to support her!
>
> Thanks for the great story!
>
> Ara :o)

Hey ... my pleasure.  I'm exhausted now.  Some folcs have already gone
home.  It was so much fun having everyone here, and especially over for
a drink and a chat.  Who else would enjoy my L&C tapes, huh?  I'm sure
-- when they return home -- the others will have much more detailed
information as I hung back a bit with Charlotte. I must admit, I kept my
eye on Jon Tenney.  From everything I was hearing on the grapevine, I
was expecting horns to pop up or tentacles to sprout, but he seemed
genuinely nice and solicitous of his wife.  And, at the end, Teri H.
gave us a "goodbye everyone" before bopping into the car where she
studiously had her back to the window.<g>  Who could blame her.  She was
"on" practically from two o'clock in the afternoon to almost two in the
morning.

Having a public is so difficult.<g>  I'm glad I'm no one.

Sandy
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In a message dated 9/5/99 12:42:40 PM Central Daylight Time,
forum101@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< BTW, the address is

 http://acreativetouch.simplenet.com/fanficdis/disc3_toc.htm >>

Oh, gosh, the old TOC message boards. Thanks for going to the trouble of
finding them.

Zoom (on an unexpected high now that Cabaret is finally over and that Joely
Fisher takes over in Toronto and was never a member of the L&C cast ;)

PS: thanks for the "schlubby hubby" review, Chris ;)
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Speaking of which, Zoom, I have been able to access boards 1, 2, 4 and 6.
How do I access the others? And how many others are we talking about here?
:)

Melisma

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At 03:07 PM 9/5/99 EDT, you wrote:
>In a message dated 9/5/99 12:42:40 PM Central Daylight Time,
>forum101@HOTMAIL.COM writes:
>
><< BTW, the address is
>
> http://acreativetouch.simplenet.com/fanficdis/disc3_toc.htm >>
>
>Oh, gosh, the old TOC message boards. Thanks for going to the trouble of
>finding them.
>
>Zoom (on an unexpected high now that Cabaret is finally over and that Joely
>Fisher takes over in Toronto and was never a member of the L&C cast ;)
>
>PS: thanks for the "schlubby hubby" review, Chris ;)
>
>
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In a message dated 09/05/1999 12:16:12 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
labrat@UKF.NET writes:

<< Just when I was trying to figure
 out how to work that one without mass announcements of my secret identity
so
 that everyone could send it to me. >>

Hmm, so who is labrat really when out of disguise? I can see some of you
creative investigative types tackling this...

--Laurie (the Ord one)
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In a message dated 09/05/1999 2:29:36 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
smcdermin@EROLS.COM writes:

<< Having a public is so difficult.<g>  I'm glad I'm no one.

 Sandy >>

Au contraire, famous fanfic author. You have fans, too!

--Laurie (one of those fans)
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I would be pleased to be the (temporary) repository of Cdn dollars, and
to convert and send them off in one lump sum.  But before people start
emailing me, and asking for my address, is there someone on the U.S.
end of things who can find out if their bank can handle Cdn currency.
If so, it would be just as easy to mail the money in directly.

Irene

--- "Demona (Angel Of The Night)" <nightangel@HOME.COM> wrote:
> At 03:02 PM 04/09/99 -0700, you wrote:
> >One question seeing as Demi is a Canuck like me -
> would donations in
> >Cdn dollars be acceptable?
>
> To everyone who's written both here on the list and
> in private to me, thank
> you so very much for your support on behalf of the
> archive. :)
>
> You guys are all spectacular ;)  I'll tell you what.
>    I haven't sent out
> the formal information yet to anyone since I've been
> collecting names from
> the list and my private email and we've been
> finalizing things on our own
> end (we had no idea there would be this many people
> responding so
> quickly!:) -- I understand the UKers are already
> organized (which doesn't
> surprise me in the least ;)  And I'll check on the
> CDN dollar idea and get
> back to you canucks<g> but if you'd like to (Irene?)
> maybe you<eg> or
> someone else here in Canada (besides me -- I'm not a
> good banker<bg>) would
> like to collect $$ from CDN FoLCs privately and then
> convert all at once?
>
> Otherwise I don't think it'd be a big deal if
> Canadians just sent CDN$ --
> our sponsers over in the US could probably just
> convert the money all at
> once on their end, anyway. :)
>
> I'll be sending out general information today,
> privately, to everyone who's
> written to me.
>
> And once again, FoLCs... Thanks :)
> Demi
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Date:         Sun, 5 Sep 1999 19:20:47 -0400
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STORY TITLE:  Preparations (Episode 13 of Season 6)
PART: 1 of 6
AUTHOR:  Phil Atcliffe
RATING:  PG
FEEDBACK: All feedback welcomed, on this list or privately.
DESCRIPTION:  LexCorp has been bankrupted by mysterious enemies.  Lex is
determined to find and destroy his enemy ... no matter what.

 PREVIOUSLY ON "LOIS & CLARK, SEASON 6":

"Someone is going to *answer* for this!" growled Lex Luthor, pounding
his fist  on the board-room table for emphasis. "LexCorp is under
*attack!*"

***

"What it comes down to is that there is no doubt now that there never
*was* a  clone. Luthor's story of being kidnapped and replaced by his
own clone not long  after he proposed to you, and being imprisoned for
almost three years, is just  that -- a story.

"The Lex Luthor living in the LexCorp Building penthouse is the same man
who was  there five years ago, and who tried to kill me and marry you,
who committed  suicide by jumping off that building, who was resurrected
by Gretchen Kelly, who  went to prison, who kidnapped you from our first
wedding... and who knows that  I'm Superman."

***

'At last!' he thought, exultant. 'Mr Kent, your Nemesis awaits you.' Or,
rather,  it *would*, once he, Lex Luthor, decided exactly where and when
his enemy would  meet his ultimate, inescapable fate.

***

The Inspector drew Clark over to one side and muttered quietly, "Do me a
favour,  Kent -- keep your eye on that wife of yours. I don't know
whether she realises  it, but she is the key to this whole
clone-impersonation thing. Lane is the  *only* witness who can say that
the hair in that locket came from the so-called  clone's head."

***

"Remember Enrico O'Reilly?

"Someone in the prison hospital slipped him a Mickey, and he's confessed
to  almost all those murders, and he says they were all done on Luthor's
orders."

***

A stream of incomprehensible text began to flow across the screen...
until it  blanked itself, leaving only the cryptic message:

REMOTE NODES READY. Program downloaded to 15 locations. First phase
scheduled for SINGAPORE. Exchange opens in 05:38:27

As Nick watched, the 15 locations became 16, and the "27" became "26",
and then  "25"... and then the message disappeared and the screen
resumed its usual  appearance. "Geez, Alex, what is this? A countdown?"

"You better believe it. The countdown to Armageddon for LexCorp,
courtesy of you  and me and world-wide capitalism. And the clock is
ticking...."

***

A few rooms away, a trembling Beth Luthor struggled to control the panic
that  threatened to overwhelm her.

'I've got to get out of here! But where can I go?' Where *could* the
wife of Lex  Luthor go? Where was a hiding place remote enough, secure
enough to protect her  from the power and fury of an angry Lex? She
wasn't sure there *was* such a  place.

***

"Several LexCorp subsidiaries have been undertaking extremely large
transactions  on exchanges all over the world, and, without exception,
these transactions have  resulted in heavy losses -- *very* heavy
losses!"

"How heavy?"

There was a pause, which stretched on and on. Finally, Van Allen, who
had been  silent ever since entering the office, could bear it no
longer. "Sir, the  accumulated debts total... total...."

The banker seemed unable to get the words out, until Luthor glared at
him.  "...over *ten billion dollars!* Sir, LexCorp is *bankrupt!*"

AND NOW, TO CONTINUE:

"*Bankrupt?!*"

Rebecca Stafford winced at the outraged roar coming from her employer's
office/study. Her concern was not so much for what it said as that it
had been  uttered at all. It was her job to act as intermediary between
the outside world  and Mr Luthor, to organise and control who and what
he saw so that he could  concentrate on running LexCorp, and,
conscientious person that she was, she  couldn't help feeling that she
had failed miserably in the last few minutes.  First Mr Van Allen had
arrived without any warning, much less an appointment,  and with two
government officials; then they had barged in on Mr Luthor without  even
giving her a chance to check if he was able to see them at the moment;
and  now, whatever their business was with him, it had infuriated him to
the point of  shouting so loud that not even the expensive
sound-proofing of his office could  cope. This was not good.

Fortunately for her peace of mind, the roar was not repeated. However,
the  silence that followed for the next hour or so was quite
nerve-wracking enough.  Even though she didn't expect to hear anything
>from within the office, she  couldn't help feeling more and more tense
as the minutes ticked by; whatever was  going on in there must be
incredibly important to take up Mr Luthor's time this  way.

Rebecca tried to think if there was anything that she ought to do -- but
what?  If this was an ordinary business meeting, she'd know what to do,
but this...  well, she didn't have any real idea of *what* it was. If Mr
Luthor's reaction  was any guide, this... situation had all the earmarks
of a major corporate  emergency, which meant that he was unlikely to
want to be disturbed for  *anything* -- she hoped.

What worried her was that she had always tried to anticipate Mr Luthor's
needs,  but right now, she had no idea what they were. And *that* was
potentially  dangerous. Rebecca loved her job, but she was well aware
that keeping it  depended on being the best, on doing exactly what her
boss wanted her to do,  preferably before he had to ask; only now, she
was at a loss to know what that  might be.

And Mr Luthor was not tolerant of failure.

Her musings were brought to an abrupt end as the intercom buzzed. "Miss
Stafford, Mr O'Toole and Mr Rogers are leaving. Please show them out."

Rebecca's reply was unusually diffident for her, but Mr Luthor didn't
seem to  notice. Nor, once she returned, did he seem to hold her
responsible for any  dereliction of duty -- he was too busy issuing
orders.

"Tell the Directors of Accounting and Legal that I want them here
immediately.  Warn Security, IT and Public Relations that they are to be
prepared to drop  *everything* at a moment's notice; all routine work is
to be delegated to  whomever they consider appropriate. I want them on
stand-by for extra-ordinary  measures as of right now; I'll brief them
later this evening. And, I'm afraid,  Miss Stafford, that I will require
you to be available on a 24-hour basis for  the foreseeable future; call
the Lexor and have the Presidential Suite reserved  for your use for at
least the next week -- when I need you, I shall need you  with a minimum
of delay. Oh, and tell my wife that I don't know what time I'll  be free
tonight -- if at all."

A relieved Rebecca flew to do her employer's bidding, which she carried
out with  her customary efficiency and despatch. There was one
exception, though; she was  unable to get in touch with Mrs Luthor. That
was not particularly unusual, so  she left a message on Beth's personal
answering machine and voice mail, and had  her paged; one way or
another, the boss' message should get through.

***

The phone rang.

Alex Trifyllis, sitting at his computer, whirled around to stare at it
in  shocked amazement. His brother Nick appeared at the doorway, a
matching look of  horrified consternation on his face. For a moment, the
two men exchanged worried  glances before Nick finally broke the uneasy
silence:

"Who the hell can *that* be?"

"Beats me, Nicky. Who's got this number? Nobody can trace it    not
after I set  up the call-back scrambler virus. Anybody who tries
anything like that    even  last number redial    is gonna find
themselves connected to a pizza joint in  Seattle! Or maybe a used car
lot in Hoboken.... Not *here*, anyway. And the  number's unlisted
even the phone company doesn't know about it    so we  shouldn't have to
worry about telemarketing or junk like that."

Alex paused for a moment, and then brightened. "Oh, of course! Either
this is a  fluke, the wrongest wrong number ever, or...."

"Or someone's found us? Kristos, Alex, what do we do?"

"Hold it, Nicky, hold it. I was gonna say, *or* it must be the one
person  besides us who knows the number."

"Beth Luthor?"

"Yep. Remember, we arranged it so that she could call us    *once*    if
she  needed to. And since LexCorp oughtta be on its last legs by now,
maybe she wants  to get out from under before the final crash. Only one
way to find out...."

Alex reached out and lifted the handset. Nick watched, marvelling that
his  brother could be so matter of fact, so cool about something that
was,  potentially at least, incredibly dangerous. Alex might be certain
that his  program had destroyed LexCorp, but Nick didn't think that
Luthor would go down  without a fight. And if he'd *found* them....

Alex wasn't as calm as he appeared; however, he had confidence in the
safeguards  that he'd set up, and in the emergency measures that he'd
prepared in case he  and Nick had to disappear in a hurry    *again*. It
had been fun setting up new  identities for them to step into, and it
was a real kick to be imitating the  hero of one of his favourite
books    John Brunner's "The Shockwave Rider", a  prophetic novel of the
computer age, albeit an age which had arrived several  decades before
the author had predicted.

The new IDs, complete with past histories and documentation, were all
set; all  that remained was to activate them and step into their new
lives. The single  weakness in this plan was the need to get away from
their present location, to  disappear so that they could re appear as
their new selves. Alex had set up a  variety of traps and warning
systems which *should* give the brothers the time  to get out if too
much attention (*anyone's* attention, and especially anyone  connected
with LexCorp) came their way, but there was no way to test that. So
this phone call could represent a real danger, or maybe not; as he'd
told Nick,  there was only one way to find out.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank God! I was afraid that you weren't there!" came a panicky
female  voice. "Alex   is that Alex?"

"Yeah, it is. Hang on a second, Mrs Luthor, while I switch to
conference." He  put down the phone and went over to the computer, where
he quickly called up a  program and set it to work. After a few seconds,
a window opened on the screen;  Alex read what it said, then went back
to the phone and hit the conference  switch, waving Nick to come over as
well.

"Okay, Mrs Luthor. Sorry about keeping you waiting, but I had to fix
something.  What's the problem?" That there was a problem was simply
assumed; when Beth had  recruited the Trifyllises, they had agreed not
to contact each other except in  an emergency, and from the sound of
Beth's voice, this was an emergency    to  her, anyway.

By now, Beth had regained some self control    but not too much. "The
problem,  Alex, is Owen Preece    your brother Chris' old boss. I tried
to get him to help  me, the way that you are, and I warned him that Lex
was going to have him killed     *and* framed for Chris' murder. He
wouldn't help; instead, he embezzled  $300,000 and ran. But now Lex has
found him, and he knows that he was warned; he  doesn't know who warned
Preece, or what they warned him of, but it won't take  him long to find
out, now that the man is in custody.

"So it's my turn to run. Once Lex gets to Preece, it'll all come out,
and  that'll be the end of me    and you, too. My   *our* only hope is
the new  identity that you said you could arrange, Alex. I don't know
how close you are  to any sort of large scale attack on LexCorp, but
this is more important; you  *have* to help me. If you don't, Lex will
kill us all!"

Beth's voice had begun to rise, both in pitch and in volume, as she
spoke, but  she was also obviously trying to keep her voice down,
presumably to avoid  attracting attention, and the result was a peculiar
sort of strangled,  half shrieking whisper. It would have been funny,
had not the information that  it had imparted been so important.

"Okay, Mrs Luthor, I get the idea. Try to calm down, okay? Are you
calling from  a public phone?" Alex already knew the answer to that, but
he wanted to get Beth  to think about something else, however trivial,
so as to break what sounded to  him like building hysteria.

It worked. "No," replied a bewildered Beth. "No    why?"

"'Cause I'm gonna put you on hold for a bit, that's all. Don't go away,
and I'll  be back in a couple of minutes." Before Beth could reply, he
hit the privacy  switch and turned to Nick. "Okay, Nicky, what do we
do?"

Nick looked horrified. "Are you kidding, Alex? We gotta help her  " And
then the  penny dropped, and his face changed from horror to fear....
"Uh, that is, if we  can believe her...?"

Alex sighed in relief; after his usual knee-jerk, we-gotta-help
reaction, Nick  was really thinking about this -- and he had to, because
*he* was the one who  knew people. Better than Alex did, anyway; Alex
could make a computer sit up and  beg if there was a reason for one to
do so, but people weren't as obliging as  electronics. Fortunately, he
could give Nick some information to help him-- them  *both* decide.

"I dunno whether to believe her or not, Nicky, but I do know  " He
pointed to  the computer screen. "  that she's calling from a motel near
the airport  "

"What? You mean *here?*" Nick yelped.

"Yeah    it's one of those overnight places for business types who fly
in one  day and fly out the next. The line's not tapped, and she's not
using conference  mode like we are, so the only way someone else is
gonna know what we say is  either by listening real close    and I'm not
picking up anyone breathing close  to the phone    or if she tells them.
So, do we trust her?"

Nick sat back and looked at the ceiling, thoughtful. After a longish
silence, he  finally faced his brother again and said carefully, "I
think we have to, Alex.  We've got no reason to think that she's not
telling the truth. Sure, she's  scared witless, but I can understand
that    she's Luthor's *wife*, for cryin'  out loud! She doesn't seem to
know about your program, which makes me think that  she's been out of
touch for a couple of days. And on top of all that, she's  here, in this
city. If Luthor knew where we were, he wouldn't waste time calling  us;
we'd have had a couple of LexCorp goons like O'Reilly or Barrows
charging in  here to grab us!

"No, it sounds to me like she's on the up and up. We know that Luthor
put that  Barrows woman onto finding Preece; I guess she found him...."

"Yeah..." Alex replied, thinking hard himself. "Maybe we should have
kept an eye  on the Daily Planet after we told those reporters about the
two of them." He  waved a hand dismissively. "Ah, it doesn't matter. The
question is, what are we  gonna do with Mrs Luthor?"

"Well, one thing's for certain -- we don't bring her *here!* She doesn't
know  where we are, and I'd like to keep it that way."

A surprised Alex stared at his brother. He agreed with Nick, but it was
unusual  to hear this coming from him. Nick was a bit of a worry-wart,
but he'd had  always been far too trusting, even as a kid -- which was
how Alex had dragged  him into so much trouble over the years. Once they
were *in* trouble, though,  Alex had always been the cautious one and
Nick the one who wanted to own up and  face the music. But not now. 'I
guess he's learned something from the last few  weeks,' Alex mused. 'We
ain't paranoid -- there really *are* people out to get  us!'

Meantime, Nick was still talking -- or maybe it was thinking out loud.
"...so  the best thing, I think, would be if she stayed where she is
while you do  whatever you have to, to get that new ID ready for her.
That way, if this *is* a  set-up, they still won't know where you're
operating from, and you can get *our*  escape route ready at the same
time.

"The risky part is gonna be keeping in touch and passing on all the
information  to her... but I think I know how to handle it. Listen,
Alex, what do you think  of this?"

Nick explained his idea, and Alex readily agreed, pleasantly surprised
at his  brother's forethought. 'He's really getting into the spirit of
things....'

They turned off the privacy switch and pacified a worried Beth, whose
imagination was running riot over being "cut off" for what seemed to her
to be a  horribly long period. Once she was calm again, Nick began to
explain:

"What we want you to do, Mrs Luthor, is to stay put for a couple of days
while  we fix everything. Keep as low a profile as you can: eat in your
room, don't go  out unless you have to -- that sort of thing.

"Now, you won't be able to use this number again, because it won't exist
after  we hang up, but don't worry: *we'll* keep in touch with *you.*
We'll call you  twice a day, just to check that everything's okay,
between 9 and 10 o'clock,  both a.m. and p.m., and we'll arrange to meet
somewhere once everything's ready.  It won't take more than two or three
days, so stay cool and you'll soon be out  of here."

( to be continued)

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STORY TITLE:  Preparations (Episode 13 of Season 6)
PART: 2 of 6
AUTHOR:  Phil Atcliffe
RATING:  PG
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DESCRIPTION:  LexCorp has been bankrupted by mysterious enemies.  Lex is
determined to find and destroy his enemy ... no matter what.

After reassuring the concerned woman for a short while, Nick hung up and
Alex  activated his pre-arranged hack into the local phone company. In
seconds, all  trace of the phone number that Beth had called was erased
>from their records  (not that there was much to erase, the number being
officially an unused one)  and a new, equally anonymous connection was
allocated to the line so that they  could dial out.

"How long are we gonna keep her on the hook, Nicky?" Alex asked. It
wouldn't  take him more than a couple of minutes to finalise a new
identity for Beth. Most  of the work had already been done when he had
planned *their* new IDs; it was  hardly an extra strain to do it for
three people instead of two.

"How long will it take you to organise us out of here?" Nick shot back.
"We  should leave as soon as possible, preferably tonight or tomorrow.
If this is a  set-up, then we'll upset their timing; they're expecting
us to take a couple of  days, and then we get back to her as quick as we
can, with everything already  done."

"Not a problem, Nicky," Alex replied, running another program. "Gimme
five  minutes and I'll have us on a flight to Europe tomorrow morning.
You can make  the drop before we leave town, and we can ring Mrs Luthor
>from the airport in  Portland."

"Great. Guess I'd better get packing, then."

"What for? We can get all new stuff in Europe."

"Alex... Airlines look at you funny if you don't have any luggage. And
we don't  want to be remembered as 'those odd-balls with only a
briefcase and laptop', now  do we?"

"Good point." With that, Alex turned back to the computer and Nick
headed for  the closet.

***

3:47 a.m., Metropolis time.

A group of tired, dispirited and deeply worried LexCorp employees filed
out of  their CEO's office. They had done as much in the way of
investigation and damage  limitation as they could for the moment. They
had plans for further action, but  these would have to await the new
day.

Unfortunately, the new day would also see their plight splashed all over
the  media. Already, LexCorp subsidiaries in the Far East and Europe
were having to  deal with enquiries regarding losses suffered on local
exchanges; it was only a  matter of time before the news spread and some
enterprising reporter or TV  pundit started to do some simple arithmetic
-- at which point, all hell would  break loose, and Ground Zero for its
escape would be right here at the  corporation's headquarters in
Metropolis. The PR Director was *not* looking  forward to that!

The reactions of local, state and Federal government were further
complicating  factors. The Treasury and the Justice Department had been
mollified -- for now - - and they had both promised to pass on any
results of their own investigations  that they felt would not prejudice
future indictments or court proceedings. This  "promise" was felt by the
LexCorp people to be one big escape clause, and they'd  believe in
government "co-operation" when and if they saw it; you didn't have to
be a genius to know that the company and its employees were the prime
suspects  in any external investigation.

Despite that, though, the really worrying aspect of the whole mess was
that,  although they were certain that the losses were the result of
deliberate,  malicious fraud, there was as yet no way to *prove* that;
and, while proof might  be found, in time, creditors faced with the
prospect losses of their own -- for  there was no way that LexCorp could
meet the accumulated debt -- might not allow  them to spend time and
effort to look for it, much less take action against the  perpetrators.
It was far more likely that the corporation would be asset- stripped,
subsidiaries and divisions being sold off for whatever they could
raise. LexCorp would cease to exist.

Luthor saw his underlings to the elevator, then returned to his office,
in  passing telling the loyal, but exhausted, Miss Stafford to go and
get some  sleep. Once alone and behind closed doors, he stood in the
centre of the room  for some time, deep in silent thought. Eventually,
he went over to a painting  hanging on one wall. He moved the painting,
revealing a small wall-safe behind  it.

Opening the safe required but a few moments, although he was careful
about it:  make a mistake in manipulating the dial, and a small
explosive charge was armed  for detonation in five seconds. Unless
corrective action was taken, everything  in the safe would be destroyed,
and alarms would go off in Security posts  throughout the building.

Once the door was open, Luthor reached in and took out a leather-bound
note- book. It was unimpressive to look at, but the man holding it knew
that it was  probably the most important and valuable of all his
possessions. And yet, no-one  alive, other than its owner, knew of its
existence, and its very value meant  that it was almost never out of the
safe.

That value was almost a contradiction in itself. It was, Luthor had
sometimes  thought, rather like a nuclear arsenal: it only had any true
value as long as it  did not have to be used; once it was used, it
ceased to have any worth at all.  The contents of the note-book further
resembled a nuclear arsenal in that they  were a weapon of last resort
-- but if this was not a time to use every means  available to strike
back at whomever had tried to destroy his life's work, then  what was?

He sat down at his desk and placed the book on a small stand which held
it open  at a specific page, revealing line after line of neat, crabbed
writing, with  occasional brief and cryptic annotations in Luthor's own
hand. He turned on the  elegant, expensive, yet rarely-used work-station
on the desk and settled down to  work. He'd done everything that could
be done publicly; now, it was time to  discover who was behind this
outrage.

One of the first things to be established in the earliest stages of what
little  investigation had already been undertaken, was that the debts
were real. This  was not a case of double bookkeeping or some other
example of "creative  accountancy." Brokers all over the world, both
within and without LexCorp, had  received instructions to make specified
transactions on stock, futures and  currency exchanges, and they had
carried out those instructions in good faith.  The size of the
transactions might have been rather large, but this was LexCorp,  and
large-scale investments were not unusual.

The size of the ensuing losses *was* unusual but, by then, the damage
had been  done.

This pointed the finger at the original instructions, and, very soon,
one common  factor became evident: they had all been received by
computer. In fact, some of  the largest losses had been caused by
LexCorp's own automated trading software  following "special orders"
supposedly originating from within the company.

Knowing that didn't help much, however, because the e-mails, attachments
and  command sequences looked to be perfectly legitimate: they came from
the right  people (or their computer accounts), they used the correct,
LexCorp proprietary,  data protection protocols, and their contents were
exactly what the recipients  were used to seeing in dozens of similar
messages. Only the results were  different....

It was those results, though, that told Luthor that the messages that
produced  them were not legitimate. Any other explanation defied belief.
A disgruntled  employee or ex-employee might be able to cause losses
like these by making use  of company resources, but not on this scale.
The faked instructions had been  "sent" from dozens of computer accounts
located in every LexCorp subsidiary  connected with finance and
investment -- AustLex Pty Ltd, LexUK PLC, Banque de  LexCorp CIE,
LexAsia Guaranty Trust, a host of others... and, of course, Lexor
Industrial Bank.

It was the latter that Luthor was investigating right now. A
particularly large  loss had been caused by a rogue order file sent to
LIB's stock trading system,  which some marketing genius with a taste
for bad puns had named "LIBerator". The  data in that file had caused a
50-point drop in the Dow in the space of ten  minutes, and had
"liberated" nearly a billion dollars from the bank's coffers.

The file itself seemed to have materialised out of thin air, if the
records of  the system could be believed. The command sequence had
caused the normal  operation of the system to halt for less than a
second, but in that time, the  file had overwritten the standard
operating criteria, replacing the usual set  with insane instructions
that could only have been designed to lose as much  money as possible.
But there was no indication of how the file had entered the  system --
or, indeed, that it had ever existed, other than what it had done.

The only clue was the time at which the system interruption had taken
place.  That gave a later limit as to when the file could have arrived
-- if it had come  from outside; there was always the possibility that
the commands had simply been  entered from a system terminal, but that
would imply a conspiracy within the  bank, and Luthor was not inclined
to think that that was the case. Not yet,  anyway.

The earliest time that the file could have entered the system was
limited by the  daily diagnostic check, made 15 minutes before the start
of trading for the day.  Together, these two limits established a period
of just over four hours during  which the rogue commands could have
arrived. And it was this period that Luthor  was now checking for some
indication as to when and where the file had  originated.

That is, he was waiting while a special search engine, the product of
LexCorp  Security's anti-hacking section, checked through the thousands
of electronic  messages that LIB had received during the critical period
>from both external and  internal sources. 'You set a thief to catch a
thief,' he mused, watching as the  smoke from his cigar gently billowed
into the air. And if the thief happened to  be electronic, then he would
have to hide from some of the, if not *the* most  advanced software in
the world.

The software in question had been specifically designed to detect and
track  attempts to gain unauthorised access to LexCorp systems. It was
frustrating--  no, *infuriating*, that it was still in development.
There were plans for its  eventual use right across the corporation,
but, naturally, they hadn't been  implemented yet. Like the security
upgrades he had devised... what, less than a  day ago? -- those plans
would now go down in history as a classic example of the  stable door
being bolted after the horse had kicked over the entire building!

Fortunately, the software, incomplete and untested as it was, had some
of the  capabilities that its designers intended; Luthor could only hope
that that would  be enough. As far as he could tell, the program was
working, albeit in a less  direct and more time consuming manner than he
would have preferred.

It took several minutes, but finally, the program displayed a list of
messages  that were, according to its internal criteria, "anomalous."
The list was  blessedly short, and most of the anomalies were straight
forward    transmission  glitches, attachments of unusual size or
unrecognised format, even a couple of  viruses that had "piggy backed"
themselves on what looked to be quite innocent  e mails (but were
detected and erased by the IT Division's anti viral screen,  Luthor was
pleased to see)... and one mysterious entry that caught his eye very
quickly.

The message's mystery lay in the fact that it had no destination    or,
if it  had had one (which presumably it must have done, or what was it
doing in the  system?) that destination had been erased. What caught the
eye even more readily  than the lack of a destination was its origin
an address at the Gotham City  Council's Parks and Recreation
Department!

Luthor frowned. Someone hacks into LIB's computers with a fraudulent
command  file that costs LexCorp nearly a *billion dollars*... from the
Gotham City  *Parks* Office? What was going on here? He'd expected to
find a corporate rival,  or someone with a grudge against himself or the
company, or even indications of  an attempt by, say, Intergang to
destroy his power base    but *this?* Could  this whole disaster be
nothing more than the work of some over grown adolescent  playing stupid
games to relieve the monotony of a dead end job as a minor  bureaucrat?

The thought was intolerable, and Luthor's face contorted unconsciously
into a  feral snarl as he vowed that if this *was* some fool's idea of a
game, that the  idiot would live to regret it    but not for long....
But then he re considered,  and his expression softened and became
thoughtful once again. That address was  suspicious; most government
computer accounts named the owner directly, so that  people wishing to
contact that particular department could send their messages  to the
right person. This address, on the other hand... the account "name" was
a  string of alpha numeric gibberish. Luthor sincerely doubted that
there was such  a person as "gbu28a15"; that sounded more like a
military weapons designation  than a name!

And if that was the case.... He called up another section of the anti
hacking  program and told it to trace the account. It didn't take
long    Gotham City  Council used computers manufactured by a company
that had "merged" with the IT  Division, so it was exceedingly simple to
find the codes with which to access  their system files. The results
were what he had begun to suspect: there was no  permanent account with
that name on the system. There was, however, or had been,  a temporary
one for a short period yesterday, and the records of its activity,
although sparse, had not yet been overwritten.

'A *ha!* Just as I thought!' He was right; the Gotham City account was a
decoy,  intended to mislead anyone trying to trace the intrusion into
the LIB system.  That was something of a relief; the range of possible
suspects was wide open  again, but at least he didn't have to face the
possibility of losing everything  he owned to some moron who thought it
an amusing way to pass a few moments, in  between filing purchase orders
for weed killer!

The next step was to examine the record of the bogus account while they
were  still there. A quick command brought up a screenful of information
as to what  the account "owner" had been doing with it while it was in
existence. The list  of activities was surprisingly short: it seemed
that the account had been  created for the sole purpose of receiving an
e-mail message (presumably the  LIBerator command file) and forwarding
it on; once that had been accomplished,  the account shut itself down,
with no permanent records to show that it had ever  existed.

Sighing with relief that he'd managed to find it in time    one system
shut down, or a power outage, or even just a slightly higher level of
normal  activity, and the account records would have been erased. As it
was, though, he  was able to trace the path of the bogus command file
>from the Gotham computer  to... the *White House?!*

Luthor was stunned. Perhaps it was naive of him, but he hadn't expected
a  *political* motive. LexCorp was too big and employed too many people
for a  sensible politician to want to destroy it: control it, yes; break
it up,  perhaps; reduce its influence, almost certainly; but not
*destroy* it    too  many people, all over the country, depended on
LexCorp for their livelihoods,  and no one who had the political savvy
to get elected wanted to alienate (to put  it mildly) that many voters.
And the current Administration had its own  problems; there was no way
that they'd want a major economic upheaval, not even  as a distraction.

Nonetheless, there it was: the crooked command file had been sent to the
Gotham  City computer from an account at "white house.gov".

Luthor's gaze moved from the monitor screen to the note-book in its
stand. This  was the crunch point: he had to decide now, once and for
all, whether or not to  sacrifice the information in that book in order
to continue the hunt for  LexCorp's assailant. The book was the product
of decades of careful research and  planning -- and not a small amount
of bribery, "interrogation" and blackmail --  but, once used, the
existence of its contents would become known and steps would  be taken
to prevent them ever being used again.

It was really no contest. What good was information if it could not be
used? And  time was running out, both for LexCorp and its CEO. He *had*
to discover who was  behind this, so that he could plan a counter-attack
and find some way of  preserving the company. If that meant using
"weapons of last resort"... then so  be it.

He took up the book and flipped through the pages. 'Now, where is it?'
he  thought. 'Ah! There we are. Oh, this will be easy. How kind of the
President to  award LexTronics the contract to standardise the federal
government's  communication systems....'

Luthor began to type commands into his computer. He took his time,
checking and  double-checking each line before hitting Return. What he
wanted to do was simple  enough; avoiding the safeguards placed around
the White House system was the  tricky part, even with the special
access codes from the note-book. One error,  and alarms would go off in
military and intelligence agencies all over  Washington.

It took time, but, with care and patience, Luthor was successful, as he
knew he  would be. He was relieved, although he didn't waste time
expressing it, to find  that the President and his Administration had no
more instigated the attack on  LexCorp than had the Gotham City Parks
Department. The command file that he was  tracing had been forwarded to
some minor White House functionary's e-mail  account from a server
somewhere outside the United States. Quite why this was  indicated,
rather than simply giving the complete address, wasn't clear, but it
didn't take very long to strip away the typical governmental obfuscation
and  reveal that the message in question had originated with the
Dominion Reserve  Bank of New Zealand.

Luthor raised an eyebrow at that, but he was beginning to see a pattern.
He  doubted that the New Zealand financial community was attempting to
bring down  LexCorp any more than the US government or Gotham City. This
was one more decoy  -- and a potentially troublesome one; he wasn't at
all sure that there was  anything in his note-book that could help him
follow the path of the rogue file  through such a relatively obscure
system, so far away.

He was wrong. It took a little searching, but there were the codes he
needed. He  recognised the handwriting and smiled unpleasantly. 'Well
done, Nigel. Efficient  as always. What a shame your loyalty didn't
match your competence....'

 (to be continued)

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STORY TITLE:  Preparations (Episode 13 of Season 6)
PART: 3 of 6
AUTHOR:  Phil Atcliffe
RATING:  PG
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DESCRIPTION:  LexCorp has been bankrupted by mysterious enemies.  Lex is
determined to find and destroy his enemy ... no matter what.

Of course, since Nigel had been dead for... oh, four years now, there
was always  the possibility that his information was obsolete. That
could be a problem...  but it wasn't; the bank's system accepted the
codes with no hesitation. In fact,  Luthor was astonished at the level
of access that he had; he made a mental note  to get LexTronics and IT
to put in a bid to replace this antiquated,  ridiculously insecure
system -- if, that is, either division still existed in  the future.

Meantime, having such a high level of access made tracing the e-mail
message to  the White House simple enough. Once again, an obscure e-mail
account that  normally saw almost no traffic had been suborned to
forward on the LIBerator  command file. And it was the work of but a few
seconds to find where the file  had been sent from, to uncover the next
link in this chain of deceit; Luthor sat  back with a small smile of
satisfaction as the origin of the incoming message  was revealed as....

...*daily-planet.metropolis.com?!?*

'Oh, my God....'

KENT!

Luthor's eyes bulged and his jaw clenched as he shot forward in his seat
to  stare incredulously at the screen. His mind whirled, fury,
astonishment,  chagrin, disbelief and... yes, even *relief*, warring for
predominance. This...  this was unbelievable... but it was so *obvious!*
Who *else* would strike at  LexCorp like this? Who else would be *able*
to?

Self-contempt stabbed at him. How could he have been so *stupid?* How
could he,  Lex Luthor, have been so childishly naive? He had made
repeated attacks on Kent  and his family over the years -- tried to kill
him and his parents, to steal his  wife and child -- and then relied on
the alien's sense of *ethics* to prevent  retribution? How insane! He,
of all people, knew that "ethical" people were the  most dangerous
adversaries -- once they'd given up the restraints that had  previously
limited their actions.

He'd prided himself on the "fact" that he was free to act as he wished,
bound  only by the need to maintain a respectable facade to the outside
world -- and  that was not much of a limitation -- whereas the great
Superman, possessor of  physical powers that could have conquered the
world, was helpless to do anything  outside the laws that kept the
ignorant masses under control.

And even when he'd known that Kent had hacked into the cloning records,
he'd  still expected the alien to be powerless without proof that would
stand up in a  court of law. He'd taken precautionary measures, but
otherwise had been  dismissive of any threat from that quarter. Now, it
was blatantly obvious that  Kent had been testing his defences; the
attempt to probe the cloning project was  merely a feint, a forerunner
of a full-scale attack on LexCorp. And he *hadn't  seen it!* He, the
Great Strategist, who prided himself on his foresight and  ability to
plan for all possible contingencies, hadn't even considered that
Superman would-- *could* do such a thing!

This changed everything. If Kent had abandoned his senseless insistence
on  staying within the law, then their conflict had moved to a much
higher level.  Luthor cast his mind back to the first time he met
Superman, nearly six years  ago: the Kryptonian, having saved the
Prometheus and EPRAD's space program, had  come, foolishly, to confront
him, saying that he knew (but, of course, could not  prove) who was
ultimately responsible for the sabotage of the Messenger, and to  warn
that he would be watching him in the future. Lex had replied, "Let the
games begin...." But this was no game, not now -- this was *war!*

And yet... need it be? For just a moment, Luthor saw a glorious future
open up;  if Kent had decided to move outside the law, then might he not
consider going  even further? The thought of what could be done with the
resources of LexCorp  and the power of Superman was dazzling....

But then reality pushed its way in, and the golden vista faded. Yes,
Kent would  make a superb ally-- partner, even -- but he was Luthor's
*enemy*, and there was  no time in which to turn him into anything else.
The alien had struck a near- mortal blow at LexCorp, and Luthor had no
choice but to defend himself -- and  against such a foe, no measures
could be too extreme.

If this was war, then it was time to seize the initiative -- to
*attack!*  Fortunately, he still had the time and resources with which
to do so; all he  needed was a target.

And then the plan burst upon him in a flash of... it could only be
called  clarity. Like all great plans, it was gloriously simple,
singularly  appropriate... and quite devastating. Kent had attacked his
power base; Luthor  would return the favour. Then, when Superman came to
defend his adherents, he  would be utterly destroyed.

It was a shame that there was not just a *little* more time to arrange
matters,  or he could have organised a simultaneous kidnapping of his
enemy's daughter.  However, that was a mere trifle; once her father was
dead, the little girl would  be quite easy to... obtain. If she survived
his attack.

Her mother would have to be killed, of course, and it was surprising
that that  thought could still cause him pain, but he hardened his heart
with the thought  that she had rejected him more than once, and, if she
chose to marry and even  breed with an alien, then she would have to
live with the consequences -- or  not. After all, she too might die when
he struck at her husband.

Time, which prevented his plan from being quite as elegant as he might
have  liked, was definitely of the essence. He had to decide when would
be the best  moment to launch his attack, but he needed to start the
preparations for it as  soon as possible. He looked out at the dawn, now
starting to break over the  Metropolis skyline, and realised that the
preparations could be made by others  while he got some much-needed
rest.

Two quick e-mail messages later, he made his way to the office couch. He
would  not return to the penthouse tonight, even though it was only a
few doors away.  He had neither the time nor the patience to deal with
domestic trivialities  right now; all his energy, all his concentration
must focus on the battle to  come.

Beth would understand. She had no choice in the matter.

***

At much the same time, the dawn light seeped its way into the master
bedroom at  348 Hyperion Avenue. Lois' eyes fluttered and consciousness
made a not-very- determined attempt to establish itself. Its primary,
near-instinctual concern  was her daughter, who had been something of an
early bird lately, but there were  no sounds coming from Laura's room,
not even the quiet, playful little chuckles  with which the little girl
often started the day -- until she realised that she  was hungry and/or
wet, and called for her parents.

Maternal anxieties allayed, Lois relaxed again, rolling over to cuddle
up to her  husband. Had she been more awake, she would have delighted in
the fact that the  world had been remarkably quiet that night; Clark
hadn't had to go out to help  *anyone*, which was worthy of note in the
busy lives of the Lane-Kent household.  To turn over in bed and find her
husband there, and know that, for once, he'd  been there *all night*,
was a wonderful feeling  -- almost as wonderful as  finding him there,
and snuggling up to him, and holding him and being held by  him....

Lois *would* have delighted in all this, had she been more awake. As it
was, she  merely smiled gently as an equally content Clark placed a soft
kiss on her head  before the two of them drifted back into sleep that
could only be described as  blissful.

***

"Bye, sweetie. Bye, Ruth." Lois waved to Laura and the day-care centre
staff as  she headed off to start her working day. With a little help
>from Mrs Wilson, the  little girl waved back, but it was obvious to
everyone that her attention was  more on her surroundings than the
rapidly-vanishing figure of her mother. Lois  sighed as she headed for
the elevator, just ever-so-slightly wistful at her  daughter's growing
independence; it was a real relief, especially to Clark, not  to have to
worry about separation anxiety any more, but seeing Laura distracted  by
toys and the other children caused an inevitable pang inside her.

The first of many, she knew. Her little girl would not stay a baby any
more than  she had herself; she would grow through childhood and
adolescence into the fine  woman that both her parents were certain that
she'd be, and that process would,  by its very nature, mean that she
would leave her mother and father behind in  order to strike out on her
own in the great adventure that was life.

Lois wasn't looking forward to "losing" Laura, or any other children
that she  and Clark might be blessed with, but the Hypergirl business, a
few months ago,  had impressed upon her that, as the Bible put it, "to
everything there is a  season, and a time to every purpose under
Heaven." Although what Heaven had to  do with that horrible little gnome
and his twisted plans, she had *no* idea.

Still, that whole mess with Muckraker hadn't been a total loss; the
Bible was  right, and Lois was rock-fast in her resolve that, when the
time came to let her  children leave the nest, she would do so with all
the pride and joy that she  could muster. Whatever happened, she would
*not* be one of those clinging  mothers. She knew that the legacy of her
own troubled childhood, not to mention  later emotional scars, had left
her more than usually vulnerable to fears of  abandonment, which could
make her prime material that way -- but the same legacy  and scars made
her gorge rise at the thought of that kind of emotional  blackmail.

'Uh-uh! No way,' she thought. 'Not *this* little black duck....'

Lois was lost in her thoughts, and so didn't notice the tension in her
jaw that  had developed as she privately reaffirmed her determination to
do the right  thing for her children. Her co-workers did, though,
watching with not a little  trepidation as she left the elevator and
headed for her desk. A sizeable number  of them either decided to leave
or mentally battened down the hatches: when Lane  looked like *that*...
watch out!

One person who had perforce to join the latter group watched with
ill-disguised  relief as the storm signals seemed to evaporate into thin
air as Clark handed  his wife a coffee with his usual perfect timing.
Lois took the mug and sipped  gratefully. She met her husband's eyes,
grinning despite herself as she  acknowledged that yes, it was just how
she liked it -- as usual -- then snorted  in mock disgust at his smug
expression as she booted her computer and began the  working day.

Now that Lois was in a better mood -- and how Clark was able to charm
her out of  an impending blow-up with nothing more than a cup of coffee
had to be one of the  great mysteries of the modern world -- the watcher
felt better able to approach  her. She would have had to, anyway, but
she could now do so with rather more  confidence that she'd survive the
encounter.

"Morning, Lois. Got a minute?"

"Oh, hi, Donna. Sure -- take a seat. What's up?"

Donna McIntyre was a relative newcomer to the Planet staff, but already
had a  growing reputation as a hot-shot financial reporter. Her work
didn't usually  lead her to cross paths with Lane and Kent, although
they'd teamed up on  occasion when an investigation turned out to have
commercial implications, or  vice versa. As far as Lois knew, none of
her current stories required Donna's  expertise, so she was intrigued at
being approached by the woman. Donna knew her  stuff, so this could mean
that she needed something investigated -- and *that*  had all sorts of
interesting possibilities....

"I don't quite know what's up, Lois... but *something* sure is. I got
here...  what? Twenty minutes ago? To be greeted by a *huge* pile of
call-me-back  messages -- written *and* voice mail -- from people I
know, and quite a lot I  don't, all over the world; then there's all the
e-mail waiting for me, and my  phone hasn't stopped, either.

"The weird thing is that, for all those messages asking, begging or, in
one  case, downright *ordering* me to get in touch, no-one said *why*
they wanted to  talk to me. Which is odd...."

Lois nodded in unconscious agreement. Donna saw this, and her alert
expression,  and sighed to herself in relief. She'd thought that it
might be difficult to  interest her colleague in something as... vague
as that morning's flurry of  activity, especially when she knew she'd
have to admit that she didn't really  know what was going on. But
whatever was happening was more than enough to rouse  her journalistic
instincts, and it was welcome reassurance to see that a  reporter with
Lois' reputation and experience felt the same way.

Heartened by this, she went on, "Anyway, I started to work my way down
the list,  but I didn't get the chance because half the guys I was going
to call rang me  first! And this is where things start to get
interesting....

"It was the same thing, wherever they were from. Unusual-- heck,
downright weird  stories about American companies, or their local
agents, making big losses on  the local exchanges or in some other kind
of trading. And I mean *big* losses --  the kind that can have a major
effect on indexes and commodity prices. The FTSE,  the Hang Seng, the
All-Ordinaries, they're all down; so is the Dow, and so are  futures on
just about everything -- cocoa, wheat, pork bellies, the lot! The
dollar could have taken a big hit, but the Treasury stepped in and
cushioned it  a bit -- not that much, though."

Lois' eyes began to glaze over at the flood of financial technicalities,
but  Donna was expecting this and cut to the chase, becoming more and
more excited  and animated as she said: "The thing is, Lois, I think I'm
onto something that  no-one else is -- yet -- because all these guys
wanted to talk to *me*. They'll  get around to comparing notes soon
enough -- Europe, Asia, Australasia, they're  all buzzing about this --
but right now, I think I've got a lead on them all!"

She paused for a moment, catching her breath, before continuing,
"Everybody  wanted to talk to me-- well, let's be honest; to *pump* me
-- because these huge  losses were made by firms or brokers acting for a
big multi-national with its  headquarters here in Metropolis! But so
far, nobody else has heard the full  story, which is that all these
losses have been made by the *same* company! And  it's got to be in
*big* trouble!

"Why I wanted to talk to you was that--"

"Don't tell me," Lois interrupted. "Big multi-national company,
headquarters in  Metropolis, and you wanted to pump *me* about it...
Donna, are you talking about  LexCorp?"

Donna grinned; trust Lois to guess where she was going! "You got it,
Lois. I  know you keep an eye on Lex Luthor and his doings, so I
wondered if you knew  anything that might relate to this. Does he need a
lot of cash in a hurry for  something? Or is he doing so well that he
needs a huge tax loss -- 'cause if I'm  right, he's sure got *that*, in
spades! As far as I can tell, LexCorp took a  real hit over the last 36
hours, and it's gotta be hurting...."

Lois was silent, but Donna could see that she was thinking furiously.
What the  other woman couldn't tell, though, was what Lois was thinking
about. What could  this mean? Henderson should be getting the results of
the DNA tests any day now;  two of Lex's "assistants" were in prison,
charged with murder or attempted  murder, and one of them had implicated
him in a whole lot more killings; and now  LexCorp was in financial
trouble, too?

'It never rains till it pours,' she thought. 'It's almost as though
someone's  out to get him....' But she dismissed that idea, even as she
grinned inside at  the thought; sure, there were an awful lot of people
who'd dearly like to see  Lex brought down, herself and Clark being at
or near the top of the list, but  who would be able to arrange so many
different kinds of trouble simultaneously?  No, she'd let the conspiracy
theorists see a devious mastermind behind  everything; it made more
sense to think that Lex had simply over-extended  himself, both
financially and in terms of the lies he used to preserve his  precious
reputation, and all his houses of cards were starting to collapse at
much the same time. Poetic justice....

Still, if LexCorp did have business worries, it would keep Lex and his
lawyers  occupied, which meant that they'd be unprepared for Henderson
when he blew the  lid off the phoney clone story. And *that* couldn't
happen too soon.

Lois realised that she should tell Clark about this; it might affect the
way in  which they handled the story of Lex's downfall. She looked over
at his desk, but  he wasn't there, so she stood up and searched the
office for him... and then  remembered Donna.

She sat back down with something of a thud, and apologised to the
surprised  woman, "Sorry, Donna. I was just looking for Clark; I think
he'd like to know  about this. I'm afraid I can't help you -- I don't
know of any reason why Lex  would need that much money ('Except maybe to
pay his lawyers,' she snickered to  herself), and I can't imagine him
ever needing or wanting to *lose* it -- but  I'd really appreciate it if
you kept us up-to-date on this; it might just tie  into something else
that we're working on."

"Sure, Lois, be glad to. And you have helped; if Mr Luthor doesn't need
money  that badly -- or, rather, he *didn't* -- and doesn't want a tax
write-off, then  that tells me that I'm not missing something, that
LexCorp could be in real  trouble. Now all I gotta do is confirm all
this and try to get some quotes from  someone from the company. Oh, what
a scoop if I'm right!"

Lois had to grin as Donna headed back to her own desk; her enthusiasm
was  infectious... and oh, so familiar. Lois knew just how she felt --
and was hoping  to feel that way herself, very soon. 'Come on, Dr
Klein,' she urged their  friend, 'We need those DNA results....'

There was no response to this plea, naturally. But Clark came out of
Perry's  office, and Lois waved him over to tell him of the growing
problems besetting  their foe -- or, she wondered gleefully, with the
way things seemed to be  happening, was *target* a more appropriate
description?

***

(to be continued)

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STORY TITLE:  Preparations (Episode 13 of Season 6)
PART: 4 of 6
AUTHOR:  Phil Atcliffe
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DESCRIPTION:  LexCorp has been bankrupted by mysterious enemies.  Lex is
determined to find and destroy his enemy ... no matter what.

Luthor stepped back from the sights of the weapon and beheld it with
mixed  emotions. It wasn't much to look at, truth to tell, not in the
carefully- designed casing that hid its true nature from curious eyes --
especially those  of its intended victim. A portable telescope, albeit a
large and uncommonly fine  one, was not an unusual sight on a skyscraper
balcony, and *this* balcony, the  highest in the city, was the perfect
place to put such an object; there'd even  been a real telescope here
some years ago, when the Nightfall asteroid  threatened the civilised
world....

He shook his head sharply, a pained look on his face. He didn't want to
think  about that time. He'd offered Lois the chance to survive the end
of the world,  but she'd turned it down. And why? Because she "had to
see what happened!" She'd  rejected the chance to be one of a mere two
hundred people who would build a new  and better world from the ashes of
the old -- to be the *Queen* of the world  thereafter, as he would have
been the King. She'd rejected the chance to *live!*  She'd rejected
*him!* And all for that rag she worked for and her stupid,
insignificant little job -- not even for Kent, he was sure, but because
she  couldn't control her own curiosity!

Well, both she and the Daily Planet had little time left, thanks to the
"telescope" that had sparked these memories. Soon -- not soon enough,
but soon - - its power, power that could not be seen, only felt, would
eradicate them *and*  the meddling alien whose bidding they did. And
with his enemies gone, he, Lex  Luthor, would rebuild his empire to ever
greater heights. No-one could stand in  his way; with Superman dead at
his hand, he would be unstoppable!

Unfortunately, before that glorious future could be realised, there
were, as  always, practical difficulties to be overcome. If genius was
an infinite  capacity for taking pains, then greatness must be the
ability to deal with  obstacles, large and small, that stand in your
way, however frustrating. And it  was incredibly frustrating to have to
delay his attack-- his *triumph!* -- for  something as mundane as
charging a battery!

Not that the power cells that supplied this weapon with energy were
anything  like ordinary batteries, domestic or industrial. No, their
creation had been a  major piece of research and development in its own
right, and the sheer amount  of energy that they could store had amazed
even the scientists and engineers who  had built them. However, the
drawback to that huge capacity was that, like a  swimming pool, it took
a long time to fill -- especially when, instead of using  industrial- or
military-standard generators, one was limited to the output of  the
Metropolis electrical grid!

But that was necessary, as necessary as the telescope disguise. The
weapon-- he  really *had* to come up with a decent name for it; "Project
LD9875" had no style  at all -- would do its job, but it had to be done
out of the public eye. It  wouldn't do for the rabble to discover that
he had killed their precious super- hero, after all. Not that they
would; the beam was invisible, and after he had  destroyed the Daily
Planet and killed Kent, the weapon would be set to consume  itself,
leaving no trace of its existence. Only its effects would remain to
bear  witness to its awesome power -- and his victory.

That victory would also demonstrate Lex Luthor's ability to adapt to
changing  circumstances. Originally, he had planned to charge the weapon
at one of  LexPower's generating plants, and then ambush Superman at a
time and place of  his choosing, but Kent's strike at LexCorp had ruined
that idea; it was too  risky to move the weapon, and anything out of the
ordinary at *any* LexCorp site  while the corporation was in trouble
could attract attention. Time was  important, but so was secrecy, and so
he was stuck with the absurd situation of  plugging the power cells into
a common electrical socket! And waiting....

In a way, it was almost fitting that the power to destroy his enemy
should come  from the city, the city that he would again dominate as he
had before that alien  showed up. Had he been able to follow his
original plan, he would have had to  move the weapon out of town in
order to charge it -- after the nuclear power  plant fiasco five years
ago, LexPower had no generating capacity in the city  itself. It
supplied Metropolis with most of its electricity, but from distant
locations. The City Council, in addition to requiring LexCorp to clean
up the  wreck of the ruined plant -- a *billion dollars* of scrap metal
and radioactive  waste, thanks to Kent! -- *and* pay compensation for
the "unexpected" change in  Metropolis' micro-climate, had decided that
no power plants (especially not  nuclear reactors) were welcome within
the city limits. Well, that would soon be  corrected....

Such musings were pleasant enough, but they only served to while away
the time  while the power cells charged, a process that wouldn't be
completed until the  next morning by his estimation. Time to turn one's
attention to more immediate,  if less important concerns.

***

'That's that,' Nick said to himself as he hung up the phone. Beth
Luthor's new  identity was set up, the information and documents
establishing that identity  were lodged with the local post office for
collection, and Beth herself had just  been notified of where and how to
pick them up. Now it was time to get the heck  out of here and start a
new life in Europe.

Alex would be surprised to learn that he'd already called Mrs Luthor,
but it  made more sense to contact her *before* going to the airport.
Calling from there  was a dead give-away that they'd gone somewhere by
air; this way, anyone who  might try to find them couldn't even be sure
that they'd left town!

It was strange that doing something so minor could make a person feel so
good,  but Nick was feeling better than he had for weeks. Maybe it was
because he  actually had something to *do*, rather than just trying to
keep himself occupied  while Alex hacked away. With no work of his own
to do and no way to help his  brother, he'd spent far too much time
sitting around reading magazines and  tabloids, brooding on Chris' death
and Alex's peculiarities... and doing all the  cooking and cleaning --
it was either that or be crowded out of the apartment by  empty pizza
boxes!

At least he wouldn't have to do *that* again, thank God. Alex had set up
*huge*  Swiss bank accounts for both of them, siphoning money from
LexCorp at the same  time as he undermined it, and Nick swore that some
of *his* money was going to  pay for a cook and housekeeper for the rest
of his life!

He began to run through other ways in which his new income could be
utilised.  For one thing, he'd never have to worry about funding his
research again. Of  course, publishing his work would be a problem; he'd
have to use a false name,  and he couldn't go to conferences lest he be
recognised. Hmmm... maybe he could  get some plastic surgery done. It
would seem weird to not look like himself, but  it would be worth it to
be an active part of the scientific community and not  have to worry.

And then there were the everyday things that he could now afford: a
decent  apartment -- maybe even a house; a car; hey, he'd *finally* be
able to learn to  fly.... He turned a corner into the street where he'd
left Alex in their rented  car, and went to cross over to it. As always,
he checked the traffic in both  directions, but, preoccupied with the
pleasant future that was opening up before  him, his glances up and down
the quiet street were rather perfunctory. So it was  that he was that
fraction of a second too late in seeing the delivery van that  shot out
of a nearby alley, turned right in a screech of rubber and accelerated
away, its motor growling... just in time to slam straight into him as he
stepped  off the kerb.

Alex watched in horror as Nick was thrown into the air, crashing to the
ground  several yards away. The van driver hit his brakes, but too hard,
and he skidded;  the rear end of the van swung sideways as it careered
along the street, and both  sets of wheels ran over Nick's motionless
body before it finally came to a halt.

"*NICKY!!*" Alex yelled from inside the car. He grabbed for the door
handle--  and stopped in sudden fear. The way that van had been driven
-- was that  deliberate? Had Luthor found them? Was this a "hit" by some
LexCorp goon, made  to look like an accident? Was the driver, now
kneeling by Nick with an appalled  expression, secretly smirking at the
success of his attack? Was he looking for  anyone who might have
accompanied his victim? Had he heard Alex's scream?

For once in his life, Alex was paralysed by indecision. He wanted to go
to his  brother, but he didn't dare. He knew he ought to either take the
risk and help  Nick, or get out of there right away, but he couldn't
bring himself to do  either. He hated himself for it, but he just
couldn't decide what to do....

Sirens snapped him out of his self-loathing. 'Paramedics -- an
ambulance! Thank  God! Nick'll be okay!' His heart leapt as the
emergency vehicles pulled up next  to the van and the crews clustered
around his brother's still form, hiding it  from view as they set to
work.

He felt better now. It seemed that staying put had been the right thing
to do,  after all. Nick was in good hands, and he could follow the
ambulance and see  where they took him; he could hack into the hospital
records and establish  another phoney ID for Nick; he could find
somewhere to hide and arrange for Nick  to be transferred to another
hospital, one nearby, once he was out of danger  from his injuries; he
could hire some private security guards to watch over Nick  while he was
in hospital; he could....

Alex's plans came to a grinding halt as he watched the ambulance crew
load Nick  onto a gurney... and gently draw a sheet over his face.

'*NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!*'

Alex stared disbelievingly as the paramedics packed up their equipment
and the  ambulance drove off -- slowly, almost sedately; there was no
reason to hurry,  was there? For the second time in as many minutes,
Alex didn't know what to do,  so he did nothing; all he could think was,
'First Chris, now Nicky....' Even  after the police took the van driver
away and the crowd dispersed, he just sat  there, staring at nothing,
heedless of the world around him or the possible  danger from Luthor's
assassins....

*Luthor!* This was all *his* fault! It was Luthor's thug who'd killed
Chris; it  was Luthor who sent the same hoodlum after Nick, Luthor who
drove the brothers  into hiding; Nick wouldn't have even *been* here to
be killed if he hadn't been  trying to help Luthor's wife! Help her to
escape from her murdering swine of a  husband!

*Now* he knew what to do. Alex felt his entire being fill with cold rage
and a  terrible sense of purpose. He moved over into the driver's seat
and started the  car, driving off towards the airport, where he would
change his ticket for  Zurich to one for a flight to Metropolis.

***

"YE-*ES!*"

It was not unusual to hear a cry of jubilation ringing across the Daily
Planet  newsroom. Nor was it unusual for such a cry to emanate from a
female source --  Lois Lane, for one, had always been prone to
broadcasting success far and wide.  This cry, however, made heads turn
at desks right across the room because it  *wasn't* Lois' voice -- and,
to be honest, no-one could remember hearing a yell  quite like that one,
and thus didn't know whom it was who was so elated.

It turned out, to the surprise of a number of people, to be Donna
McIntyre.  Donna had just hung up her phone and had a gleeful expression
on her face that  shouted "SCOOP!" to her fellow reporters -- *and*
those of the admin staff with  anything much in the way of newsroom
experience. Their suspicions were only  strengthened when Donna leapt up
and made a bee-line for Perry White's office,  bypassing her immediate
boss, the financial editor; this had to be something  big....

To add yet more fuel to the fire, Perry wasn't alone; Lois, Clark and
Jimmy were  in his office, discussing who knew what -- which made it all
the more remarkable  that Donna wasn't immediately thrown out. She
wasn't, though, and the wish of  the curious to be a fly on the wall
only became stronger when they heard Lois  and Clark simultaneously
yelp, "*What?*" after Donna breathlessly explained why  she'd barged in
on them.

That was all they heard for some time, but those few who could see into
the  office reported to their less fortunate colleagues that there was a
very  animated conversation going on. Then everyone gathered around the
editor's desk  in what was obviously a major strategy session.

One copy-boy, enjoying a rare coffee-break, looked at his watch; if this
meant  that some big story had just broken, the boss was cutting it
fine: deadline for  the evening edition was in twenty minutes. Despite
this, he gulped what was left  of his coffee and prepared himself for a
busy afternoon. His feeling of  anticipation grew when Lois, Clark and
Donna erupted from Perry's office and  dived for their desks; Jimmy was
barely behind them, and bolted for the photo  archive. Yep, it was going
to be one of *those* days....

The evening edition of the Planet was uncharacteristically late in going
to  press that day, the deadline being passed by an almost unprecedented
half-an- hour, but its editor counted the time well spent. If he knew
anything about the  news business, this edition's front page was going
to end up framed and mounted  on the wall, next to headlines
commemorating the triumphs of investigative  journalism for which the
newspaper was famous; yep, this one would be up there  with such recent
classics as the first Superman interview, the sabotage of the  Shockwave
coastal defence system, and the exposure of "President" John Doe.

What made him even more pleased was that this story *wasn't* written by
Lane &  Kent. Lois and Clark were the best, no doubt about it, but the
Daily Planet had  always been, and *had* to be, more than just two
reporters, no matter how  excellent. Donna had proven herself to be a
worthy addition to the team.

Besides, he grinned to himself, Lois was gonna be so mad at the thought
of  someone else winning a Kerth for this that she was bound to go out
and find an  even *better* story!

***

The evening edition of the Daily Planet hit the streets of Metropolis at
its  usual time, the delay in Editorial being made up by heroic efforts
on the part  of the Printing and Distribution staff -- and the
carefully-hidden safety margin  that Perry had built into every deadline
for just such an occasion. As usual,  copies were delivered to stores,
news-stands, homes and businesses all over the  city... including
several that found their way to Metropolis Prison.

Most copies of the paper were read by prison staff who took the briefest
of  looks at the front page, if that, and then turned immediately to
those parts of  the paper that they considered interesting -- the sport
section, the classified  ads, even the comics. Very few paid much
attention to the news, and particularly  not today; who cared if some
rich big shot was having money troubles? Served the  bum right....

One copy, however, was read by someone -- an orderly in the prison
infirmary --  who took a genuine interest in the front page and its
banner headline. This  might just be the thing to make O'Reilly talk --
always assuming that there was  any point now, if the Planet was right.
It was probably worth a try anyway --  who knew what the guy might know
about his erstwhile employer? -- but the  attempt would have to be made
straight away; if this was going to work, he  wanted to catch O'Reilly
before anyone else could get to him and reassure him.  He'd be much more
likely to co-operate if he felt vulnerable because his "boss"  had just
lost his shirt.

He gathered up the paper and headed for the kitchen. It shouldn't be
hard to get  to be the one to take O'Reilly his dinner tonight, and the
Planet's headline --  "LexCorp Broke?" -- oughtta have some real shock
value. 'Let's see Eeyore play  dumb when *this* is shoved under his
nose....'

He was right; it was simplicity itself to casually volunteer to take the
trays  to O'Reilly's ward, but it turned out to be a waste of time --
although, life  being what it was, it wasn't until he actually took the
guy's meal in there  (last of all, so that he'd have time to ask a few
questions) that he found out  that his target wasn't there.

Cursing, but trying not to show it, he came out of the ward and stopped
a  passing nurse. "Hey, what happened to Eeyore?"

"Oh, didn't you know?" was the inane reply. Before the orderly could
make the  obvious retort, the nurse continued, "He was taken out for
questioning by some  cop about ten minutes ago. I dunno when he'll be
back -- could be hours; you  know cops. I guess you better put that in
the oven to keep warm for him...."

He prattled on, but the orderly wasn't listening. Instead, he was
silently  cursing again, but with more feeling. 'Of all the rotten luck!
I finally get a  chance to convince Eeyore to open up, and some cop
thinks of it, too!' For he  had no doubt that this sudden police
interest in O'Reilly must be linked to the  story in the Daily Planet,
and if the guy played along with the cops... well,  that would be the
end of any advantage that could be gained from pumping him.  'Damn!
Intergang will *not* be pleased.'

***

(to be continued)

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STORY TITLE:  Preparations (Episode 13 of Season 6)
PART: 5 of 6
AUTHOR:  Phil Atcliffe
RATING:  PG
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DESCRIPTION:  LexCorp has been bankrupted by mysterious enemies.  Lex is
determined to find and destroy his enemy ... no matter what.

Henderson sat at his desk, deep in thought. It was late-- actually, it
was  *early* -- but he still had a lot to do. Come the morning, he
needed to be  prepared for what just might be the biggest bust of his
career. He'd missed it  once when the suspect took a header off a
balcony, and he didn't want that to be  repeated, so his plan had to be
tight. Air-tight, idiot-proof and immune to  unexpected happenstance.
*Tight.*

Security was a real problem. The suspect must *not* get wind of what was
about  to happen, or he'd vanish like smoke in a high wind; that was why
no-one else --  not the Commissioner, not the D.A.'s office, not even
the uniformed cops who'd  be brought in on the bust -- knew what was
going to go down later that morning.  Which was why he was here now,
working out what to do, when to do it and exactly  how it was going to
be done. The whole operation was going to have to be laid on  with no
warning, which meant he'd have to brief everyone on every detail, and
he'd have to do it right the first time; there wasn't going to be time
to  explain things, not if the MPD was going to catch *this* perp.

And once they caught him, they had to hold him. Henderson looked at his
notes  and the files on his desk and mentally reviewed the evidence they
contained for  something like the tenth time since leaving Metro Prison
that evening. The very  first thing he had to do was convince a judge to
swear out several warrants,  including one for the suspect's arrest.
That ought not to be a problem, not with  Judge Black, a reasonable and
scrupulously honest woman, but this was such a  major collar that he was
worried despite himself that he was seeing more in what  he had than was
really there. He was *sure* that the judge would agree with him,  but he
was still nervous.

He'd just about convinced himself yet again that he wasn't
over-reacting, that  he really *did* have a good case against his
suspect, when his phone rang. He  grabbed it, praying that it wasn't
another case; he didn't need the distraction  right now.

"Henderson."

"Bill? George. You said, 'any time, day or night', and this is it,
buddy! Bernie  and I just finished that DNA analysis. It's negative.
Clean as a whistle. L--  your *suspect*... he may be a louse, he may be
a snake, or even a rat, but he  ain't no frog! And that's definite. That
hair came from your standard-model  human being, produced the
old-fashioned way, and frogs were *not* part of the  process!"

Henderson said nothing, but let out a huge sigh. "George, your timing
is  impeccable. Can you get those results written up by morning -- in a
form that I  can show to a judge?"

"Already done, man. I kinda figured you'd be under the gun on this one,
so I  wrote it all up while we were waiting, and filled in the blanks
when the results  came out. Want me to drop it off at Headquarters on my
way home?"

"That'd be great. Thanks, George. I owe you one, big time. And thank
Klein for  me, would you? Oh, and hey, *don't* let him talk to the
press, okay -- not even  you-know-who. I'll bring 'em in on this the way
I promised, but I want to keep  it all tight until I've got the
warrant."

"Not a problem, Bill. Bernie's right here, and he's mostly interested in
going  home and sacking out -- just like me. I'll see you shortly. Bye."

"Bye." Henderson hung up the phone and sat back. Well, that settled
that; he  sure as heck didn't need to worry about going to the judge
now. Now, all he had  to do was plan the raid, collar his suspect and
protect his two star witnesses.  Oh, yeah... and he ought to get some
sleep himself. He'd need to be in good  shape, both mentally and
physically, for tomorrow-- okay, later today.

***

The alarm clock is probably the most reviled, and certainly the most
frequently  cursed, of all humanity's inventions. But not always, as was
demonstrated the  following morning in several households connected with
the Daily Planet -- and  two that were not.

Lois and Clark were already awake when their alarm went off. Laura was
an early  bird this morning, and Clark had got up when Lois did; that
way, they had more  time together once their special girl had been
attended to. It wasn't quite as  good as lazing in bed, but there was a
lot to be said for having a leisurely  breakfast as a family, or letting
Laura play in her room while her parents  showered, or... well, there
were a lot of fun ways to spend the time.

***

Over in Kingston, Jimmy dragged his head from his pillow somewhat
blearily --  and then became more alert as he remembered what day it
was. Penny was meeting  him for lunch, something that didn't happen
often because they both had jobs  that kept them busy. Penny had managed
to arrange to get away because her boss  had just left for an
out-of-town conference, and Jimmy just hoped that he would  be able to
do likewise. Trouble was, he had a feeling -- nothing more than that;
just a sort of prickle of uneasy anticipation, which he rather liked
because it  reminded him of Lois' many descriptions of her own
"reporter's intuition" --  that something big might be going to break,
even bigger than Donna's LexCorp  story, and if and when it did, Jimmy
would bet his bottom dollar that Perry's  first word was going to be,
"Olsen!"

***

Lunch was also on the mind of Alice White as she rose, somewhat later in
the  morning. She'd woken at her usual time, but had not been in any
hurry to get up  straight away; instead, she'd got comfortable and spent
some little while  thinking, pondering some of the mysteries of life --
specifically, just what she  was going to do about Perry.

Three-and-a-half years ago, tired of being alone while he worked himself
into an  early grave, tired of playing second fiddle to reporters,
photographers,  stories, scoops, marketing, advertising, circulation,
the suits upstairs -- in  short, to the Daily Planet -- she'd walked out
on him. Divorce had followed,  with all its inevitable unpleasantness,
and then a period when she'd tried to  strike out on her own and build a
new life for herself. She'd succeeded, except  when it came to a social
life; dating wasn't easy when one was her age -- and,  to be honest,
none of the men she'd met had measured up to her ex-husband, and  Alice
had no intention of "trading down."

But then, about 18 months after she'd left Perry, she'd seen a personal
ad -- in  the Planet, naturally; she may have divorced its
editor-in-chief, but she was  hardly going to start reading any other
paper -- from someone using the  pseudonym "Hound-Dog." That should have
told her then and there who it was, but  she'd missed the Elvis
reference (how, she'd never been able to work out), and  he'd sounded
nice -- interested in the same sort of things that she was (and  Perry
had been) and a few others that sounded intriguing, or at least worth a
look -- so she'd nerved herself for one more try and written to the box
number  given in the ad. "Hound-Dog" had replied to her letter, and
they'd arranged to  meet. And then he'd told her *where* he wanted to
meet her -- at the place where  he worked....

To cut a long story short, and Alice was still unable to think of that
time  without shaking her head in amazement, the two of them had got
back together --  after a fashion. It seemed that neither of them had
been truly happy with anyone  that they'd met during their separation,
but Alice wasn't prepared to go back to  the way things had been before
the divorce. And, to be fair, Perry seemed to  have learned something
>from their time apart; he would always be a workaholic,  but he'd
learned that there were more things in life than work, and that a
person who wanted those things *had* to make time for them. And he'd
tried to do  that -- not always successfully, but he *had* tried.

She was inclined to think that they both owed a small (or not so small)
debt of  gratitude on that score to Perry's prize reporters, Lane &
Kent; Lois had been  an even worse workaholic before she met Clark, but
now she was a wife and mother  (and supremely happy about it, if the
occasional glimpses of her that Alice had  had recently were any guide)
and she and her partner/husband were *still* "the  hottest team in
town." Alice had sometimes thought that Lois had absorbed too  much of
Perry's work-till-you-drop attitude, but now it seemed that he was
picking up on *her* new way of life. It certainly made him easier to
live with - - most of the time.

Which was, really, the nub of the matter. That ol' hound-dog was as
charming as  he'd ever been -- when he'd made the effort -- and the idea
of living with him  on a more permanent basis was very appealing. Their
relationship for the last  two years had been fun, but somehow, just
"dating" wasn't enough, not when  they'd had so many years of something
closer and more fulfilling... until he  seemed to forget she was
there....

'Face it, Alice,' she told herself, 'you love the man, but can you stand
sharing  him with the Daily Planet? You've never had to worry about
other women, but your  real rival sits on a corner downtown and stains
your man's shirts with ink, not  lipstick....

'Can you be sure that he won't go back to the way he was if you're
always there?  Can you cope when he calls you yet again to say that
he'll be late -- or doesn't  bother to call? Or do you think that he's
learned his lesson?'

Good questions, all of them; she wished she had equally good answers.

Alice grimaced, and her eyes fell on the newspaper she'd been reading in
bed  last night. It was, of course, yesterday's evening edition of the
Planet, and  she smiled at the thoughts that it evoked. If she knew her
Perry, he'd be in a  real bulldog mood today. A story like that cried
out for follow-up, so the  newsroom staff were probably going crazy as
their boss hounded them to take the  story one step further, to find out
more, to think about related issues... to  come up with the headlines
for *today's* paper, and to make them as good as  yesterday's!

'Hmmm... now, there's a thought....' When he was in the middle of one of
these  rampages, Perry was prone to forget to eat, subsisting on coffee
and doughnuts  and sheer enthusiasm. Which wasn't exactly good for
him.... It occurred to her  that it might be a kind act (not least of
all for his poor newsroom) to take him  something to eat; not only that,
but it might help her in her current quandary - - if Perry was willing
to take a break and have lunch with her in a civilised  fashion, then
there was hope for them. If not... well, she'd have to think about
that.

'I wonder if I can catch Clark without Perry knowing. Lois says he knows
the  *best* places for take-out....'

***

Bill Henderson had managed to catch a few hours sleep. Not many, and
nothing  like as many as he'd have liked, but some, and that was going
to have to be  enough. At least he was awake enough to get up and head
for the bathroom without  falling over the pile of reports and
transcripts that he'd put next to the bed - - call him paranoid, but he
didn't think he'd have been able to sleep at all  without knowing
exactly where those vital documents were and that no-one could  get at
them without getting past him personally. Besides, having the evidence
with him made things easier, both from a security and a practical point
of view:  once he was ready to leave, all he'd have to do was load it
into his car and  head for the judge's office -- no delays and
definitely no leaks! And *then*....

First, though, he had to get ready, which meant a shower, a shave, some
breakfast and, above all, *coffee*....

***

Lex Luthor was awakened from a fitful sleep by a high-pitched whine. At
first,  he cursed it, as he cursed the uncomfortable bed he was sleeping
on, his  uncomfortable pyjamas, the fact that his wife had taken all the
covers... and  then he realised where he was and what the sound was, and
his head shot up to  stare hungrily at what was making it -- the charge
indicator on the "telescope".  It was at full power.

'Finally!' he exulted. The waiting was over. He'd camped out in the
study for  the last 36 hours or so, not wanting to do so much as leave
the room while the  power cells charged. It was... odd, he knew, and he
imagined that Beth was  rather upset about his "disappearance", but he'd
felt a need to be there while  the instrument of his ultimate triumph
gathered its strength. So many times in  the past, he'd left similar
devices or plans to others, or to themselves, and  walked away... and
they'd failed. Not this time, though; this would be the final  battle
with that alien, and he was determined that *everything* would be
ready,  and if that meant personally supervising every aspect of his
preparations, down  to the smallest detail, then so be it.

His self-proclaimed solitude had been useful, as well. While his
underlings had  kept the world at bay (no mean feat, especially after
the Daily Planet had  blazoned to the world the full scale of the losses
that LexCorp had suffered. No  doubt Kent had briefed his colleague in
order to create further chaos to  distract the management...), *he* had
been planning for the future. Killing  Superman, however exhilarating,
would not solve the problem of LexCorp's present  vulnerability.
However, once Kent was dead, it should not be hard to show that  he had
been responsible for the fraudulent transactions that had brought the
corporation to its current state; the main difficulty would be to get
the  authorities to trace the same electronic path that he had followed
without  revealing that he had been there before them. Then, with his
enemy exposed as a  cheat and a thief, and LexCorp established as his
innocent victim, it should be  possible to keep the financial wolves at
bay long enough to ! re-build. The company would suffer but, with time
and patience, and with no  interfering Kryptonians around, it could grow
to its once and future prosperity  and pre-eminence.

Before that, though.... He went over to the wall over the fireplace and
took  down The Sword from its place of honour. For a moment, he held it
up, admiring  the play of light on the surface of the blade... and on
its edge. This sword had  once been the personal weapon of the greatest
man in the world; it had been his  means of striking at his enemies when
his armies were not sufficient to crush  them without his aid, or when
it was his pleasure to deal with them personally.  As it would be Lex
Luthor's pleasure to deal with Kent and his followers, to  destroy them
utterly using his own personal weapon. A weapon that Alexander  could
not have dreamed of, for it wielded power that, to him, would be the
province of the gods.

But he, Lex Luthor, had dreamed of it, of the power, and had made that
dream  into reality. And now that reality would impress itself forcibly
on his foes,  strike them down in their hubris, the overweening pride
that made them dare to  challenge *him!* And they would rue the day they
thought that they could  succeed....

He carried the sword over to where the weapon stood on its tripod, and
spent one  more moment regarding them together. Then he laid the sword
on his desk and  turned his back on it. It was of the past; his concern
was for the future, and  for *that*, *his* weapon was needed.

He took off the "lens covers" on the ends of the "telescope" and its
"sighting  scope" (in reality, a sophisticated target acquisition
device) and turned the  sights towards his first target. 'And now to
move the pieces to their allotted  places. First, Mr Kent, I must ask
you to leave the Planet building for a short  while....'

The warehouse came into view, and he fired -- only a low-powered burst,
but more  than enough to do what he had in mind.

***

Clark was in the middle of editing a potted history of LexCorp -- a
side-bar for  Donna's story on world-wide market reaction to the evening
edition's revelations  -- when he heard the sirens. A quick x-ray look
revealed that a familiar-looking  abandoned warehouse was on fire, and
was well and truly ablaze.

'I'd better help,' he thought. 'I haven't heard of anyone sleeping rough
round  there lately, but I'd hate to be wrong.' He got up from his
chair, the motion  catching his wife's eye, as he'd hoped it would. He
went over to her and leaned  down to whisper in her ear, "Honey, can you
finish that side-bar for Donna?  There's a warehouse fire...."

"Sure," she murmured. He was about to straighten up when she suddenly
grabbed  his face in both her hands and pulled it to her own for a
short, hard, *very*  intense kiss.

"Whoa..." he half-gasped when she let him go. "What was that for?"

She smiled at him wickedly. "What, I need a reason now?"

"No... no, but if I've done something right, I'd kinda like to know what
it was,  so I can keep doing it...."

"That's not a problem..." she replied, casting him a sultry look from
under her  eyelashes. "Now get out of here before I decide to explain it
to you... in  *graphic* detail."

"Oh. Uh... okay. Be back shortly."

Raising his brows in bemusement at how much meaning his wife could put
into a  single word, a happy Clark left the newsroom, tugging on his
tie. He could  hardly wait to get back....

***

(to be continued)

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STORY TITLE:  Preparations (Episode 13 of Season 6)
PART: 6 of 6
AUTHOR:  Phil Atcliffe
RATING:  PG
FEEDBACK: All feedback welcomed, on this list or privately.
DESCRIPTION:  LexCorp has been bankrupted by mysterious enemies.  Lex is
determined to find and destroy his enemy ... no matter what.

Henderson came down the steps of the courthouse, a grim smile on his
face, and  headed for his car. In his hands were a sheaf of documents
that were exactly  what he'd asked for, and now he was going to use them
-- rather later in the day  than he had hoped, thanks to legal delays,
but there was still plenty of time  left in the morning; with luck, it'd
all be over in time for a slightly belated  lunch. First, though, he had
a not-so-small debt to redeem.

He climbed into the car and drove away. Ten or so minutes later, he
pulled up in  the car park of a supermarket. His route there from the
courthouse had not been  straight-forward, including as it did lots of
complicated manoeuvres designed to  reveal and/or evade possible tails.
He hadn't spotted anyone, so the odds were  that he was being
over-cautious, but he didn't want to take the risk. For the  same
reason, he got out of his car and went over to a phone booth to make a
call. No-one could have known that he was going to use this particular
phone --  *he* hadn't known until he'd seen it as he drove past a couple
of minutes ago --  and no-one was close enough to overhear him. If
Luthor still managed to find out  what was going down, in spite of all
his precautions... well, he'd be wasting  his time trying to arrest the
guy anyway.

He fed the phone and dialled a familiar number. His luck was in, and the
call  was answered almost immediately -- and by the person he was
calling.

"Daily Planet. Lois Lane speaking."

"Lane, it's Henderson. This is it. STAR Labs came through for us, and
I've got  the warrants. If you and Kent want your exclusive, meet me
you-know-where in an  hour. And if either of you can get in touch with
the Big Guy, he'd be more than  welcome. I gotta go and get this
clambake organised. One hour, right?"

He hung up, only barely hearing Lois' enthusiastic response -- "Right!"
-- and  headed for his car.

***

Lois looked at her watch. It was almost time to go, and Clark still
wasn't back  from that fire. What on Earth could be keeping him? That
fire should be out by  now -- unless it was a really big one. Or was he
still there because there was  something suspicious about it? Or....

She grimaced and shook her head. It was all too easy to think of plenty
of  reasons why he might have been delayed; the fact was, he wasn't
there, and it  would soon be time to head out to meet Henderson. She
knew Clark would want to  be in on busting Luthor and, knowing Lex, he
might be needed.

Was there any way she could get word to him? For what seemed like the
thousandth  time, she vowed that they *had* to find a way for her to
contact him when he was  in the suit... but they hadn't come up with a
workable idea yet, and right now  was when it was needed. She took a
quick look around for Jimmy -- that watch of  his could be just the
thing... *if* he still had it (she couldn't remember)  *and* was wearing
it today -- but for once, he was nowhere to be seen.

'Typical!' Lois snorted to herself. 'The one time I could use a case of
Jimmy  Interruptus, he's not around!' The fact remained that he *wasn't*
around, so she  had to come up with something else.

She looked at her watch again and did some hasty calculations. Clark had
said  that the fire was in a warehouse, which meant that it was probably
in the  warehouse district ('Duh!' she quipped to herself), which wasn't
too far away...  so there was a good chance that she could drive down
there, find him and let him  know what was happening, and they could
both get to the LexCorp Tower, either by  Jeep or by air, in time to
meet Henderson. And if she didn't find him in time,  she could still
head over to the Tower herself.

It was worth a try, so she grabbed her bag and coat and dived for the
elevator.

***

Luthor lowered the high-powered binoculars with which he had been
watching the  warehouse burn, savouring its destruction. In spite of the
best efforts of the  Metro Fire Department and, of course, Superman, the
building was almost  completely burnt out; certainly, its remains would
have to be demolished, and  vacant land of that size, in that location,
would be extremely valuable.

He finished the cigar that he had enjoyed while waiting for the
warehouse roof  to collapse -- and also for the weapon's power cells to
re-charge to their full  capacity. Which they had now done, announcing
that fact with the same high- pitched whine that had woken him that
morning. It was a beautiful sound in its  way, he thought as he turned
it off; not of itself, but in what it foretold --  the final destruction
of Superman. For that, he thought he would remember it for  the rest of
his life.

'And so it begins,' he thought, steeping over to the "telescope". 'Your
death  awaits, Mr Kent. But first, you must suffer as I have suffered
these last few  days... and for that, I shall lure you to your doom by
eliminating your power  base and those fools who are deluded enough to
consider themselves your friends.  Who knows, I may even have the good
fortune to kill your wife and child before I  send you to join them in
oblivion.'

The sights had long since been aligned with the Daily Planet building,
zeroed in  with micrometric precision on the floor on which the newsroom
was located.  Luthor paused for a moment, considering, then set the beam
intensity to the same  level that the earlier shot had used. 'Yes,
better not to destroy them totally.  That would be too quick. This way,
Kent will come when he hears the cries of  distress of his followers,
and then I can hit him with full power. Once he is  dead, there will be
more than enough time to finish the destruction of the  building.'

***

When the elevator that had deposited Lois in the car park rose back to
street  level, it collected Penny and Alice, who had arrived for their
respective lunch  "dates" at almost the same time. It turned out that
great minds thought alike,  because Penny had also had the idea of
bringing lunch in to Jimmy so that he'd  have more time to enjoy it.
She'd been going to ask him if there was anything  that he'd
particularly like, but she thought that Alice's idea of surprising him
with something unusual would be fun, too. She was surprised when Alice
suggested  that they ask *Clark* where to go, but went along with the
idea after hearing  the older woman's testimonial to the reporter's
expert knowledge. Jimmy had told  her that "CK" had been all over the
world before coming to Metropolis, so maybe  he'd found some really
authentic ethnic places.

The elevator doors opened on the normal quasi-chaos that was the
newsroom, and  the two women stepped out.

***

Luthor held his finger over the firing button of the weapon and savoured
his  forthcoming triumph. He took one last look through the target
acquisition system  at the large windows that let light, air and, on
occasions, Superman into the  newsroom.

'Farewell, Daily Planet. Perhaps your successors -- if any -- will learn
not to  challenge the *true* power in this city.'

He fired.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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For those who prefer the multi-media version, set your browsers to
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Date:         Sun, 5 Sep 1999 18:43:14 -0700
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Thank you for the latest episode. I usually like to read the episodes from
your site but I think that both the text version and the multi media
versions are incomplete. Please have a look  Jeanne

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For those who prefer the multi-media version, set your browsers to
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Date:         Mon, 6 Sep 1999 00:43:09 +0100
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Laurie wrote:

>Hmm, so who is labrat really when out of disguise? I can see some of you
>creative investigative types tackling this...
>
Well, it's the funniest thing. Just lately I've been having this recurring
dream about flying over Metropolis....

Course, it could be that new kibble Bernie's been trying out lately.... ;)

Oh, darn... course, if it isn't the LSD kibble, that was supposed to be a
secret, wasn't it? I'll never get the hang of this secret identity thing.

SuperRat :) (going back to fill out her Cheese of the Month Club order
form...)
>
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Date:         Sun, 5 Sep 1999 17:13:50 -0700
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From:         Nancy <mrspeel@BLARG.NET>
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>I would be pleased to be the (temporary) repository of Cdn dollars, and
>to convert and send them off in one lump sum.  But before people start
>emailing me, and asking for my address, is there someone on the U.S.
>end of things who can find out if their bank can handle Cdn currency.
>If so, it would be just as easy to mail the money in directly.
>
>Irene

Hello All,

Seafirst Bank here in Seattle gives the going rate on Canadian paper money
but won't accept any coins, even the Loonies or Twoonies.  If you can get
it to me in bills, I'll take care of it.

Cheers,
Nancy Nissen, Seattle
mrspeel@blarg.net
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Date:         Sun, 5 Sep 1999 17:27:34 -0700
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From:         Melisma <melisma@INTERGATE.BC.CA>
Subject:      Re: Fanfic Archive
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Strikes me that Nancy and I are near each other, me in Vancouver and her in
Seattle. If the Canadians on the list were to send me their checks or
whatever, I could forward them all to her in one envelope and she could
take care of it then. Just a thought, and I will abide by whatever you all
decide, of course.

Melisma

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At 05:13 PM 9/5/99 -0700, you wrote:
>>I would be pleased to be the (temporary) repository of Cdn dollars, and
>>to convert and send them off in one lump sum.  But before people start
>>emailing me, and asking for my address, is there someone on the U.S.
>>end of things who can find out if their bank can handle Cdn currency.
>>If so, it would be just as easy to mail the money in directly.
>>
>>Irene
>
>Hello All,
>
>Seafirst Bank here in Seattle gives the going rate on Canadian paper money
>but won't accept any coins, even the Loonies or Twoonies.  If you can get
>it to me in bills, I'll take care of it.
>
>Cheers,
>Nancy Nissen, Seattle
>mrspeel@blarg.net
>
>
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From:         Kathy Brown <kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM>
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At 6:43 PM -0700 9/5/99, J C Bennett wrote:
>Thank you for the latest episode. I usually like to read the episodes from
>your site but I think that both the text version and the multi media
>versions are incomplete. Please have a look  Jeanne

Not sure if Pam found/fixed a problem or not, but I just checked both
versions and they looked complete.  If there was something specific you
think was missing, let us know, Jeanne!

The photos are well chosen, as always, Pam! :)

And one minor typo in the promo for this episode -- the S6 finale is
scheduled to be aired September *26*, not the 29th as I wrote in the promo.
It will be that last Sunday in September ... assuming Phil finishes it, of
course. <eg>

Oh, and on another subject ... my ISP's mail server was down from yesterday
evening through dinner time today.  If anyone sent me any private email in
the last 18-24 hours, can you please send it again?  I have no idea if you
would have gotten a message telling you the mail couldn't be sent or not,
but if you did, and it was important, please send it my way. :)

And Zoom, my apologies for what were surely bounced listserv posts!  I had
no warning my ISP was doing this or else I would have gone nomail ... on
the plus side, though, my ISP claims to now be fully Y2K compliant. ;)
Thank goodness for the listserv archive, though ... at least I could read
the listserv posts I missed!

Kathy (who is *loving* Phil's finale, as I knew I would!!)

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Date:         Sun, 5 Sep 1999 17:36:24 -0700
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>Strikes me that Nancy and I are near each other, me in Vancouver and her in
>Seattle. If the Canadians on the list were to send me their checks or
>whatever, I could forward them all to her in one envelope and she could
>take care of it then. Just a thought, and I will abide by whatever you all
>decide, of course.
>
>Melisma

Hmmpphh - or you could just hoof it down here with that envelope!  Remember
- you and Audrey in October??  First or second weekend?  Right??

It's going to be a FOLC autumn - Peace & Karl's wedding next weekend and a
mini-FOLC-fest in October!

Cheers,
Nancy
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For those interested in formatting their fanfics just right, I thought I'd
share this

I prefer to save all my fics as text files to save space on my hard drive
and
backups, I have way too many, :).

So I usually try to convert htm files to text. However, some never convert
right. The paragraph breaks never come out right and they run together or
they have word wrap problems. I finally figured out a way to get it to work.

This procedure converts problem htm files to proper text files when the
browser won't do it right
& converts text files with word wrap problems to proper text files with
paragraph marks at the end
of each line of text.

CONVERTING AN HTM FILE TO TXT
First open an htm file in Word 97
NOTE: This part can also be done with a regular word processor.

Edit and Replace each single paragraph mark with two paragraph marks
Save and close.
Open the htm file with a webbrowser such as explorer
Save as a text file

CONVERTING A TXT FILE WITH MISSING PARAGRAPH MARKS INTO A TEXT FILE
NOTE: If there are any stray html bits in the file remove them or this will
not work.

Change name to an htm file.
Open file in word97 which is a good htm editor. (You see less htm mess).
NOTE: You can easily do this part in a regular word processor.

Replace all single paragraph marks with two paragraph marks.
Save and close.
Open with explorer.
On the menu bar Chose file, edit with front page express.
Chose open as text.
Choose normal paragraphs.
Save as current name and close.
Open file again in word97.
Again, Replace all single paragraph marks with two paragraph marks.

NOTE: If you are using a regular word processor, replace each double set of
paragraph
marks with:
paragraph mark
&nbsp;

Save and close.
Open file with explorer, save it as a text flie and close.
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Thanks for the info... But what do I do now that my Word97 is gone? I'm
dealing with WordPerfect8, which I haven't dealt with for several years,
and I'm sure I've forgotten a lot about it... Anyone else deal with it and
can help me? You can e me privately instead of clogging up the list :)

Melisma

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At 11:56 PM 9/5/99 EDT, you wrote:
>For those interested in formatting their fanfics just right, I thought I'd
>share this
>
>I prefer to save all my fics as text files to save space on my hard drive
and
>backups, I have way too many, :).
>
>So I usually try to convert htm files to text. However, some never convert
>right. The paragraph breaks never come out right and they run together or
>they have word wrap problems. I finally figured out a way to get it to
work.
>
>This procedure converts problem htm files to proper text files when the
>browser won't do it right
>& converts text files with word wrap problems to proper text files with
>paragraph marks at the end
>of each line of text.
>
>
>CONVERTING AN HTM FILE TO TXT
>First open an htm file in Word 97
>NOTE: This part can also be done with a regular word processor.
>
>Edit and Replace each single paragraph mark with two paragraph marks
>Save and close.
>Open the htm file with a webbrowser such as explorer
>Save as a text file
>
>
>CONVERTING A TXT FILE WITH MISSING PARAGRAPH MARKS INTO A TEXT FILE
>NOTE: If there are any stray html bits in the file remove them or this will
>not work.
>
>Change name to an htm file.
>Open file in word97 which is a good htm editor. (You see less htm mess).
>NOTE: You can easily do this part in a regular word processor.
>
>Replace all single paragraph marks with two paragraph marks.
>Save and close.
>Open with explorer.
>On the menu bar Chose file, edit with front page express.
>Chose open as text.
>Choose normal paragraphs.
>Save as current name and close.
>Open file again in word97.
>Again, Replace all single paragraph marks with two paragraph marks.
>
>NOTE: If you are using a regular word processor, replace each double set of
>paragraph
>marks with:
>paragraph mark
>&nbsp;
>
>Save and close.
>Open file with explorer, save it as a text flie and close.
>
>
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I looked again and both  still  seem to be incomplete.  The multi media
version stops suddenly after Nick gets killed and the text version stops
when Donna takes her scoop into Perry. I downloaded using both Explorer And
Netscape and both stop at the same place

-----Original Message-----
From:   Kathy Brown [SMTP:kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM]
Sent:   Sunday, September 05, 1999 4:34 PM
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At 6:43 PM -0700 9/5/99, J C Bennett wrote:
>Thank you for the latest episode. I usually like to read the episodes from
>your site but I think that both the text version and the multi media
>versions are incomplete. Please have a look  Jeanne

Not sure if Pam found/fixed a problem or not, but I just checked both
versions and they looked complete.  If there was something specific you
think was missing, let us know, Jeanne!
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On Fri, 3 Sep 1999 22:52:06 +0100 Yvonne Connell <yconnell@ukf.net>
wrote:

> It's amazing what you think of when you've driving down the same patch of
road for the zillionth time. Just how does Clark manage to assemble all
the items on Lois' 'shopping list' in OP?  This is my challenge to you
all :)

> I can't remember all the items, but I'm sure one of them was Swiss
chocolate. OK, so he can get to Switzerland in the blink of an eye,
but didn't he have to go into a shop, possibly wait in a queue, and pay
for the chocolate?  All this dressed as Superman?  With, or without,
money? <

<Groan> Yes, folcs, it's the old variable super-speed puzzle! The
"real" answer is that the writers and producers tweaked Clark's speed
to suit themselves (for instance, if Supes can get across the Pond _and
back_ that quickly, why couldn't he fly to central Europe in _15
seconds_ in ACOTOC? And why would _tunnelling_ there be quicker?
Urghhh...

However, leaving that aside, Clark could have done it without queueing,
if he was prepared to zip in and out, grab the chocolate and just leave
the money. Perfectly honest, but trickier than you might think.

We assume that Clark has enough money to pay for the chocolate -- but I
doubt it's in Swiss francs, so... his trip goes like this:

-- fly to Switzerland
-- change back to Clark to get wallet. Probably change back to S since
he'll be zipping around super-fast.
-- visit late-night Bureau de Change (remember, Europe is 6 or 7
hours ahead of Metropolis time, and it's early evening "at home") to
change dollars to francs. Make the change, including calculations of
exchange rate and BdC commission, at super-speed, taking care to have
enough change so that he can leave exact money.
-- find late-night chocolate store/factory. Buy dirty great slab of
chocolate at super-speed (from POV of anyone else in store, slab
disappears, to be replaced by money).
-- change back to Clark in order to tuck wallet away, then back to S
for flight home? (optional)
-- fly home, protecting chocolate from melting (see snow discussion
below).

All that in under 5 seconds. Super-speed.... <g>

> Another was snow from the Andes.  Maybe Phil can help me out with
this one.

Ah, fame.... You realise this stuff is delaying the S6 finale, don't
you? <g> (not really).

> Just what happens to ice or snow when you travel at, or just under,
the speed of light? Wouldn't it vaporise before he got it home? <

This is an iffy one. Pre-Crisis, there wouldn't be a problem -- just
wrap it in his super-cape and a nuke wouldn't bother it, much less air
friction! (Rather odd, that, considering that the costume was supposed
to have been knitted -- but I digress) These days, however, it takes
somewhat more ingenuity. I kinda like Debby's hyperspace stash (see the
Dawning series) -- the snow/chocolate/whatever isn't there, so kinetic
heating can't affect it; the only problem is to get it moving fast
enough to get it into the stash in the first place.

Which brings us back to the original problem -- how can we stop the
stuff from melting? Well, one thing we've got going for us is the fact
that S moves so fast; there'll be a lot of heat generated, sure, but
it'll only be there for a second or two, so there won't be time for
more than, say, the outer surface of the snow or whatever to melt --
the bigger the volume of the stuff, the less of it will be affected.
Add to this the low temperatures that exist at high altitudes, and
maybe we won't have too much of a problem.

I _think_. This is one of those questions that can't really be answered
properly without running some numbers, and don't let anyone tell you
otherwise. Clark could help matter by keeping himself between the snow
and the worst of the heat, using his body as a shield (which might mean
that he would be returning to Metropolis _backwards_, keeping the snow
in a relatively low temperature lee region on his chest). It might
work, but don't ask me to pronounce any more positively without doing
some fairly complex calculations.

Phil the Mad Professor, who got his hands on a tape of some of the
1940s Fleischer Superman cartoons on Saturday. Gee, in some ways, Lois
hasn't changed a bit in 60 years.... <g>
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On Sun, 5 Sep 1999 17:36:24 -0700 Nancy <mrspeel@BLARG.NET> wrote:

> >Strikes me that Nancy and I are near each other, me in Vancouver and her
in
> >Seattle. If the Canadians on the list were to send me their checks or
> >whatever, I could forward them all to her in one envelope and she could
> >take care of it then. Just a thought, and I will abide by whatever you
all
> >decide, of course.
> >
> >Melisma
>
> Hmmpphh - or you could just hoof it down here with that envelope!
Remember
> - you and Audrey in October??  First or second weekend?  Right??
>
> It's going to be a FOLC autumn - Peace & Karl's wedding next weekend and a
> mini-FOLC-fest in October!

Hmmm... and at the same time my husband and I are planning our 2000
holiday; one week in or near Vancouver, so watch out West-Canuck
FOLCs! And another week somewhere in New England with a prospective
trip to Toronto (Irene, Karen, you are hereby warned!). So perhaps a
couple of mini-FOLC-fests in late October or early November 2000 as
well...?

Wendy

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w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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On Sat, 4 Sep 1999 02:53:57 +0100 LabRat <labrat@UKF.NET> wrote:

> Wendy wrote:
>
> >> (who's now wondering how she could drag LabRat, Yvonne, Jenni and Dom
> >> into another segment of Wit's End... how to explain four Scots in
> >> Walford...? A re-enactment of Culloden, but in the middle of Albert
> >> Square? Braveheart in the East End?)
>
>
> And Yvonne added:
> >
> >Or how about repatriating the Stone of Scone...again?
> >
> >Yvonne
> >(bags be Mel Gibson if you do Braveheart, as long as I get to wear
> something
> >under my kilt ;))
>
>
>
> Why would we need to repatriate it twice, when we stole it just fine last
> time around? ;)

Well, it occurs to me that since we are now planning another Fabulous
FOLC Fest, in *London,* next month, that any number of UK-based FOLCs
could find themselves immortalised in fanfic. Phil, you comin'? You
surely want an *accurate* description next time...? Or an accurate
caricature from which to work for that revenge fic?

Wendy

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--- Wendy Richards <ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:
> On Sun, 5 Sep 1999 17:36:24 -0700 Nancy
> <mrspeel@BLARG.NET> wrote:
>
> > >Strikes me that Nancy and I are near each other,
> me in Vancouver and her in
> > >Seattle. If the Canadians on the list were to
> send me their checks or
> > >whatever, I could forward them all to her in one
> envelope and she could
> > >take care of it then. Just a thought, and I will
> abide by whatever you all
> > >decide, of course.
> > >
> > >Melisma
> >
> > Hmmpphh - or you could just hoof it down here with
> that envelope!  Remember
> > - you and Audrey in October??  First or second
> weekend?  Right??
> >
> > It's going to be a FOLC autumn - Peace & Karl's
> wedding next weekend and a
> > mini-FOLC-fest in October!
>
>
> Hmmm... and at the same time my husband and I are
> planning our 2000
> holiday; one week in or near Vancouver, so watch out
> West-Canuck
> FOLCs! And another week somewhere in New England
> with a prospective
> trip to Toronto (Irene, Karen, you are hereby
> warned!). So perhaps a
> couple of mini-FOLC-fests in late October or early
> November 2000 as
> well...?
>
> Wendy
>
> ----------------------
> Wendy Richards
> w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
>
Yeehaw!! Yay!! Yippee!

Looking forward to it,
Irene
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In a message dated 9/6/99 6:41:07 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<< And another week somewhere in New England with a prospective
 trip to Toronto (Irene, Karen, you are hereby warned!). So perhaps a
 couple of mini-FOLC-fests in late October or early November 2000 as
 well...?

 Wendy >>

Two words for you ... NEFF 2000 <G>

>From what some of us understand, it will be held in October of 2000 ...
there's an opportunity if we ever saw one. :)

Anne ;)
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I second Sandy on this one.  Terri was great, John was nice, too  He came in
quietly, sat down two rows behind me and Bobbett, making no fuss, and was
very nice to the die-hard fans who waited until 2 am to get a glimpse of
Terri at the stage door. (They had an after show party so they were very
late
leaving the theatre.)

Gary Rudick was there.  He's a great guy.  (Blush, Gary, but live with it -
you are).  And that goes for Sandy too.   (Now don't you turn red on me
Sandy.)

And Jenny Mills from the UK was wonderfully knowledgable about Cabaret.  She
gave me the English view of the show and it makes the play much more
interesting and enjoyable.  We had a much smaller group of FOLC there but
all
of them were wonderful.

FOLCS, male or female, are the best.

Charlotte.
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OK, I've made a few changes I just thought of to help. Thanks.

I'm using Word97 because it easily recognises htm files.It cleans up the
messy htm language that appears when you open a file which already has some
htm bit pieces incorporated in to it such as lniks and photos.

If you just want to cleanly change a htm file off of the web into text with
the line breaks between paragraphs not disappearing on you then just do part
A. You won't see any htm languange bits unless. If you want to change a text
file which uses word wrap through out the text to one which uses paragraph
marks at the end of each line of text use part B. I like part B because you
can

Note: I would do this with a copy of the file to make sure this works for
you

PART A) CONVERTING AN HTM FILE TO TXT
First open an htm file in explorer.
on the menu bar select FILE and Edit page with Microsoft Front page editor.
Remove any pieces which look like htm languange.Save & Close
Then open the file in any word processor
Edit and Replace the single paragraph mark with two paragraph marks.
You shouldn't see any htm language.
Save and close
Open the htm file with explorer
Save as a text file

PART B) CONVERTING A TXT FILE WITH MISSING PARAGRAPH MARKS INTO A TEXT FILE
NOTE: If there are any stray html bits in the file remove with Front page
editor or word processor which recognises htm language or them or this will
not work. The htm language makes things very messy.

Change name to an htm file.
Open file in word97 which is a good htm editor. (You see less htm mess).
NOTE: You can easily do this part in a regular word processor.

Replace all single paragraph marks with two paragraph marks.
Save and close.
Open with explorer.
Chose edit with front page express.
Chose open as text.
Choose normal paragraphs.
Save as current name and close.
Open file again in word97.
Again, Replace all single paragraph marks with two paragraph marks.

NOTE: If you are using a regular word processor, replace each double set of
paragraph marks (eg: ^p^p) with:
<p>&nbsp;</p> or  ^p&nbsp;^p however your word processor indicates paragraph
marks. Try opening up a htm file with htm language in it in a word
processor.
What you are trying to do is add an extra line break to the file in htm
language so that it will come out that way in the text file. Look to see how
the paragraphs are seperated and what the htm language bit looks like. Use
edit and replace to add that between seperate paragraphs.

Save and close.
Open the file with explorer, save it as a text flie and close.
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Whoops, this went to Yvonne alone rather than to the fflist, darn... so
she'll
see it twice, the lucky gal!

At 10:52 PM 09/03/1999 +0100, you wrote:
>It's amazing what you think of when you've driving down the same patch of
>road for the zillionth time.  Just how does Clark manage to assemble all
the
>items on Lois' 'shopping list' in OP?  This is my challenge to you all :)
>
>I can't remember all the items, but I'm sure one of them was Swiss
>chocolate.  OK, so he can get to Switzerland in the blink of an eye, but
>didn't he have to go into a shop, possibly wait in a queue, and pay for the
>chocolate?  All this dressed as Superman?  With, or without, money?

Being a closet chocoholic himself (not unlikely given that we saw that
Kryptonians seem to prefer junk food to pure, wholesome food) (which moms
viewing must have been upset about when their kids insisted "Well, *Supaman*
eats Twinkies!"), Superman had only to zip to Clark's apartment and break
into
the stash of chocolate that he keeps in the box on the floor of his
Supersuit
closet.

>Another was snow from the Andes.  Maybe Phil can help me out with this one.
>Just what happens to ice or snow when you travel at, or just under, the
>speed of light?  Wouldn't it vaporise before he got it home?

He traveled so fast that the snowball didn't have a chance to even think of
melting. Recall that science says comets are made partly of "snow" and
while it
does melt, forming the comets tail as it closes in on the sun, it takes
quite a
while,

>The pearl I can just about accept, if he dove for it himself and dried off
>on the way back.

But he would have had to kill the clam to get the pearl, so perhaps he
manufactured this one the same way he did the star for Lois's tree in
Season's
Greedings.

>Any offers?

No more, I'm thought out.

>Yvonne

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
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In a message dated 9/6/99 4:00:42 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK writes:

<< Which brings us back to the original problem -- how can we stop the
 stuff from melting? Well, one thing we've got going for us is the fact
 that S moves so fast; there'll be a lot of heat generated, sure, but
 it'll only be there for a second or two, so there won't be time for
 more than, say, the outer surface of the snow or whatever to melt --
 the bigger the volume of the stuff, the less of it will be affected. >>

It seems to me that this would work under that same principle of frying ice
cream at State Fairs and Tex-Mex restaurants.  As Phil says, the short
amount
of time results in only the outer layer melting.  On the show, the snowball
did look as if  the outside had melted a bit in transit.

Ann
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I was reading the list of story titles Norman wrote and I have not read many
of
them. Does anyone have the email addressess of the authors so the I could
request
them?
merry
truitt22@flash.net

Norman Mayes wrote:

> Here is a list from my index of stories posted in the reading room. I
haven't
> seen them anywhere else. Maybe we can get the authors to send them to the
> archive. I'm not even sure how many of them are still active. Apologies if
my
> index has any errors. If so let me know?
>
> Does anyone have a list of the stories published in the old Krypton Club
> emails? or one the bulletin boards?
>
> A LOVE SO STRONG    Harris, Katie
> A NIGHT TO REMEMBER Caldwell, Kathy
> A TALE OF TWO JIMMIES
> A TEMPUS FOR TWO    Yearwood, Mark
> AFTER HE'S GONE Towers, Anne
> ALL WILL BE RIGHT IN THE END. . .   Mariah522
> ALWAYS AND FOREVER  Yearwood, Mark
> AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER   Tuetken, Patrick
> AWOL    Meinuk
> BABY SCENARIO   Cohen, Leslie
> BIG GIRLS CAN LEARN Adrienne (Tennis G146)
> CLOUDS OF CHANGE    Kelly
> COUNTRY FRIED CHICKEN   Torsiello, Chris
> DESERT STORMS   Meinuk
> DONT FORGET ME  Rivas, Jocy
> FACING THE ENEMY    Meinuk
> FAREWELL LORD KAL-EL,HELLO CK   Myers, Deborah
> HAPPIER THAN 2 PIGS IN SLOP AGJoker
> LEX FOR THE MOMENT  Yearwood, Mark
> LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON   Tuetken, Patrick
> LOIS LANE KENT  Ramroch
> LOOKING FOR LOIS    Crowcroft, Melinda
> MEL & CLARK AMBPB
> MISERY LOVES CHOC FUDGE NUT BROWNIES    DonnLap
> MISSION OF LOVE KMcstr
> MUMMY DEAREST   Meinuk
> MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY   Fysteydub
> NIGHT FLIGHT TO VEGAS   Meinuk
> NO ONE CAN VOODOO LIKE YOU DO   Ferraro, Suzanne
> NO OTHER WAY    Dunnfour
> RETURN OF THE BARON Yearwood, Mark
> SHALLOW WATERS  Meinuk
> SOME ENCHANTED EVENING  Pickson, Kathyrn
> SOMETIMES THE BULLET IS FASTER  Dout T.
> TEMPUS IS OF THE ESSENCE    Byrne, Craig
> THE DAY OF TEMPUS   Byrne, Craig
> THE ICE MAN COMETH  Yearwood. Mark
> THE LONG ROAD   KMcstr
> THE LOVE THAT RISKS NOTHING KMcstr
> THE TRUTH ABOUT VINNIE LAWRENCE DonnLap
> THIS MAGIC MOMENT   Harris, Katie
> TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE  MacMillan, Katie
> UNTITLED    Lunaccy
> WALKING IN SUNSHINE Riter, DJ
> WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND   Amy (AMSprfn)
> WHAT IF Meinuk
> WHEN YOUR FATHERS A SCIENTIST   Caldwell, Kathy
> WORLD WITHOUT A SUPERMAN    Tuetken, Patrick
> WORLDS APART    Amy&Barb
> X MARKS THE SPOT    Brady, CA
> YOUR IN MY HEART    Meinuk
>
> budmayes@aol.com
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In a message dated 9/6/99 6:41:07 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<< And another week somewhere in New England with a prospective
  trip to Toronto (Irene, Karen, you are hereby warned!). So perhaps a
  couple of mini-FOLC-fests in late October or early November 2000 as
  well...?

  Wendy >>

>From AmCiotola

<< Two words for you ... NEFF 2000 <G>

>From what some of us understand, it will be held in October of 2000 ...
there's an opportunity if we ever saw one. :)

Anne ;) >>

Ooo where can I get details?  I'm in New England and I've not had the
opportunity to participate due to other commitments, but if it's somewhat
local....

KathR

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Jeanne, I'm sorry you're having trouble, but I just checked, and both
versions are complete ... maybe if you hit the "reload" button a few
times?  Other than that I really don't know what to suggest. Sorry for
not being more helpful...
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No Name Available wrote:
> In a message dated 09/05/1999 2:29:36 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
> smcdermin@EROLS.COM writes:
>
> << Having a public is so difficult.<g>  I'm glad I'm no one.
>  Sandy >>
>
> Au contraire, famous fanfic author. You have fans, too!
>
> --Laurie (one of those fans)

Ah, but as wonderful as that knowledge is, my fans are not hanging
outside my apt. building waiting for me to come out to get pictures and
autographs.  <Quickly, checking outside my window.>  No, they're not....
Um ... why aren't they?

(Don't worry; I will soon be having this mental condition treated.)

Charlotte Fisler wrote:
>
> I second Sandy on this one.  Terri was great, John was nice, too  He came
in
> quietly, sat down two rows behind me and Bobbett, making no fuss, and was
> very nice to the die-hard fans who waited until 2 am to get a glimpse of
> Terri at the stage door. (They had an after show party so they were very
late
> leaving the theatre.)
>
> Gary Rudick was there.  He's a great guy.  (Blush, Gary, but live with it
-
> you are).  And that goes for Sandy too.   (Now don't you turn red on me
> Sandy.)

I *can't* turn red. I'm too drained of energy from keeping up with all
you guys!<g>

> FOLCS, male or female, are the best.

And Folcs who are guests are not bad either.

On a further note, in case anyone was concerned....  Despite the
problems the remains of Hurricaine Dennis were putting Washington
through this weekend, TH's last show in D.C. *was* a sell out.  I know,
because I had to stand through the entire performance.:(  The last two
times I ushered, there were seats in the handicap area that I could
grab, but the handicap people put up quite a fight this time, darn
them.<G>  It was okay, though, because some of the understudies came to
see the last show and were standing in back of the orchestra section
with us, which was fun. And the Emcee fellow (Norbert Leo Butz) waltzed
by during the show to wish us all a goodbye as well.

Secondly, regarding autographs, although I didn't ask for one at the
stagedoor, I did get one by dropping Teri a note.  So, I can testify
that she is most kind in signing when asked.

Sandy
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Subject:      TAN: NEFF 2000

I don't know if Beth Washington is on this list so I'll step in to
say that for the past NEFF (New England Folc Fest) she put up a web
page which you can still see at:
http://members.aol.com/biffer2/NEFF/NEFF.html

Plans are to do a NEFF 2000 which, the last 2 times, has taken place
in the Boston, MA area usually around Columus Day weekend.  Both have
been a lot of fun and Beth makes *great* event T-shirts.  She went
to a lot of effort last year to try and get a cast/crew celebrity and
we almost had K Callan coming in person but due to other obligations
we were only able to talk to her on conference call but it was
equally wonderful--she spent about half an hour (during a busy day
for her) with us, answering all our questions.  We also spent time
touring Salem and checking out the fascinating House of Seven Gables.
We had a video room, eats, a costume party (with prizes) and we
acted out Tempus Fugitive (about half anyway...)

I'm sure Beth will post when she has organization underway.

Donna in Schenectady (who, despite evidence to the contrary *can*
spell Columbus Day....duh.)

P.S. from the web page URL above, click on the T-shirt page (they
really are great!) and you'll see a link for pumpkin designs for
Lois and Clark...just in time for Halloween....
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In a message dated 09/06/1999 10:18:42 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
smcdermin@EROLS.COM writes:

<< Ah, but as wonderful as that knowledge is, my fans are not hanging
 outside my apt. building waiting for me to come out to get pictures and
 autographs.  <Quickly, checking outside my window.>  No, they're not....
 Um ... why aren't they? >>

Um, because it would take me about 4-5 hours to drive there and then I'd
most
likely get lost in the streets of Washington D.C.? Besides, I think my car
needs more oil before I go on a long trip... (oh, next long trip is to a
conference in Syracuse in October where I also hope to meet up with Karl and
Peace)

--Laurie
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Before Hazel went no-mail for the month, she forwarded to me her story,
entitled "Defining Responsibility," from the fanfic boards.  She and I
discussed it, and I don't really want to talk about it here without her,
but she brought up an interesting question which may have been addressed
by someone over the years -- I'm just not certain.

By introducing the New Kryptonians, the show opened up a can of worms
without satisfactorily explaining all the ramifications it would
present. For instance, if a group of Kryptonians went off to colonize
another planet, why didn't Jor-El and Lara send Kal-El there instead of
Earth?  Surely, it was a safer bet -- both  intellectually and
emotionally, i.e., I could see myself feeling better about sending my
infant *with others* to a world populated by his own people rather than
off to a lesser known future, on a world where he would be all alone.
After all, there would be no guarantees that he would make it to Earth,
that he would land in an hospitable environment, that friendly and not
harmful beings would find him, etc.

Anyway, Hazel came up with an interesting answer which I enjoyed reading
about. However, I thought about it myself and decided to be a bit more
prosaic. (And frankly, I'm not sure that someone hasn't already come up
with some of these same solutions in fanfic somewhere and I've just
"absorbed" them.)  In any event, suppose Jor-El and Lara had every
intention of sending Kal-El to New Krypton, but were delayed by the
parameters of the trip.  For instance, suppose not everyone could go
(which appeared to be the case) and only one parent could accompany the
child or only a certain group of adults.  I could see Lara and Jor-El
not wanting to leave each other (ala the sort of thing that happened on
the Titanic and other disasters throughout history) and delaying the
painful moment to the last minute -- perhaps missing the last craft and,
thus, inadvertently condemning their son to a death with them.  But,
*still,* why wouldn't the Els have just sent Kal-El solo to NK as they
did to Earth?  Hmmm.

Several answers present themselves:  1) The colonists didn't actually
have a specific destination in mind and were just aiming for an area of
the universe they thought most likely to have a hospitable planet --
*with* a red sun which they have always lived under.  2) Suppose Jor-El
was in disagreement with the others about the habitability of NK as
opposed to say ... Earth.  Suppose, the other Kryptonian scientists
agreed that Earth was a planet which probably had water, vegetation,
intelligent life etc. but a) they weren't as certain as Jor-El that they
could get there (he was the maverick on thinking they could, as no
Kryptonian had ever traveled that far); b) they had never lived under a
yellow sun and weren't sure of the effects.  Maybe it would mean death
for them or at least be harmful in some way.; and c) if they agreed that
Earth was inhabited (or suspected it might be) suppose they weren't sure
of their welcome.  Maybe Earthlings would fight them, perhaps attempt to
kill them all.  After all, they had precious cargo with them -- young
Kryptonian life which they could not risk being massacred by an
unfriendly world. I suspect they would be just as frightened as we would
be, under the circumstances.

So, I personally don't think Jor-El and Lara did not send Kal-El to NK
for political, cultural, or social reasons *alone* (to me, those seem to
be weaker reasons and a little arrogant in terms of saving the life of
their son).  In some of my ruminations about this, I decided that they
were as trapped as they were before the the NK storyline was invented.
They weren't sure *exactly* where the colonists had gone and couldn't
program the small ship (the only thing they had left) to find the
others, i.e., the ship needed a pilot for that. So, they decided to take
the gamble on Earth which the others had dismissed as too risky.

HOWEVER, if we wanted to include a political reason as well<g>, we could
also toss in another interesting idea....  Suppose, too, that the whole
"Nor" thing, i.e., clashes with other families had been brewing on the
backburner during the crisis over Krypton's physical stability.  Suppose
these concerns had been pushed aside in the Kryptonian's frantic search
for a way to save at least something of their civilization, *but*
suppose Jor-El and Lara got word that villains<g> were still about, even
amongst the colonists and that *if* Kal-El were sent to NK -- especially
without either of them along for the ride to protect him -- he would be
murdered.

Well, that's an even greater incentive to risk sending him to Earth and
dovetails nicely with the show's canon.

Whew!  I certainly had fun with this and thank Hazel for giving me lots
to think about.  If only the show had given us even a smidgen of this
kind of reasoning....  Well, at least it leaves a lot for fanfic writers
to work with.

Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
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Sandy,

I am constantly amazed by how fertile your mind is, and by how much
thought you can put into things.  I don't think I would have seen too
many of the ramifications that you did, and yet everything that you
speculated was very, very plausible.

Bravo for the intellectual tour-de-force.

Irene

--- Sandy McDermin <smcdermin@EROLS.COM> wrote:
> Before Hazel went no-mail for the month, she
> forwarded to me her story,
> entitled "Defining Responsibility," from the fanfic
> boards.  She and I
> discussed it, and I don't really want to talk about
> it here without her,
> but she brought up an interesting question which may
> have been addressed
> by someone over the years -- I'm just not certain.
>
> By introducing the New Kryptonians, the show opened
> up a can of worms
> without satisfactorily explaining all the
> ramifications it would
> present. For instance, if a group of Kryptonians
> went off to colonize
> another planet, why didn't Jor-El and Lara send
> Kal-El there instead of
> Earth?  Surely, it was a safer bet -- both
> intellectually and
> emotionally, i.e., I could see myself feeling better
> about sending my
> infant *with others* to a world populated by his own
> people rather than
> off to a lesser known future, on a world where he
> would be all alone.
> After all, there would be no guarantees that he
> would make it to Earth,
> that he would land in an hospitable environment,
> that friendly and not
> harmful beings would find him, etc.
>
> Anyway, Hazel came up with an interesting answer
> which I enjoyed reading
> about. However, I thought about it myself and
> decided to be a bit more
> prosaic. (And frankly, I'm not sure that someone
> hasn't already come up
> with some of these same solutions in fanfic
> somewhere and I've just
> "absorbed" them.)  In any event, suppose Jor-El and
> Lara had every
> intention of sending Kal-El to New Krypton, but were
> delayed by the
> parameters of the trip.  For instance, suppose not
> everyone could go
> (which appeared to be the case) and only one parent
> could accompany the
> child or only a certain group of adults.  I could
> see Lara and Jor-El
> not wanting to leave each other (ala the sort of
> thing that happened on
> the Titanic and other disasters throughout history)
> and delaying the
> painful moment to the last minute -- perhaps missing
> the last craft and,
> thus, inadvertently condemning their son to a death
> with them.  But,
> *still,* why wouldn't the Els have just sent Kal-El
> solo to NK as they
> did to Earth?  Hmmm.
>
> Several answers present themselves:  1) The
> colonists didn't actually
> have a specific destination in mind and were just
> aiming for an area of
> the universe they thought most likely to have a
> hospitable planet --
> *with* a red sun which they have always lived under.
>  2) Suppose Jor-El
> was in disagreement with the others about the
> habitability of NK as
> opposed to say ... Earth.  Suppose, the other
> Kryptonian scientists
> agreed that Earth was a planet which probably had
> water, vegetation,
> intelligent life etc. but a) they weren't as certain
> as Jor-El that they
> could get there (he was the maverick on thinking
> they could, as no
> Kryptonian had ever traveled that far); b) they had
> never lived under a
> yellow sun and weren't sure of the effects.  Maybe
> it would mean death
> for them or at least be harmful in some way.; and c)
> if they agreed that
> Earth was inhabited (or suspected it might be)
> suppose they weren't sure
> of their welcome.  Maybe Earthlings would fight
> them, perhaps attempt to
> kill them all.  After all, they had precious cargo
> with them -- young
> Kryptonian life which they could not risk being
> massacred by an
> unfriendly world. I suspect they would be just as
> frightened as we would
> be, under the circumstances.
>
> So, I personally don't think Jor-El and Lara did not
> send Kal-El to NK
> for political, cultural, or social reasons *alone*
> (to me, those seem to
> be weaker reasons and a little arrogant in terms of
> saving the life of
> their son).  In some of my ruminations about this, I
> decided that they
> were as trapped as they were before the the NK
> storyline was invented.
> They weren't sure *exactly* where the colonists had
> gone and couldn't
> program the small ship (the only thing they had
> left) to find the
> others, i.e., the ship needed a pilot for that. So,
> they decided to take
> the gamble on Earth which the others had dismissed
> as too risky.
>
> HOWEVER, if we wanted to include a political reason
> as well<g>, we could
> also toss in another interesting idea....  Suppose,
> too, that the whole
> "Nor" thing, i.e., clashes with other families had
> been brewing on the
> backburner during the crisis over Krypton's physical
> stability.  Suppose
> these concerns had been pushed aside in the
> Kryptonian's frantic search
> for a way to save at least something of their
> civilization, *but*
> suppose Jor-El and Lara got word that villains<g>
> were still about, even
> amongst the colonists and that *if* Kal-El were sent
> to NK -- especially
> without either of them along for the ride to protect
> him -- he would be
> murdered.
>
> Well, that's an even greater incentive to risk
> sending him to Earth and
> dovetails nicely with the show's canon.
>
> Whew!  I certainly had fun with this and thank Hazel
> for giving me lots
> to think about.  If only the show had given us even
> a smidgen of this
> kind of reasoning....  Well, at least it leaves a
> lot for fanfic writers
> to work with.
>
> Sandy
> smcdermin@erols.com
>

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I was reading the other day and I found that the name 'Lois' means
"famous warrior-maid".  Hmm, doesn't that seem appropriate! <g>
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Hi out there.  I'm just ironing out a few details for Dagger #3, and I
figured I would go to the experts for answers.

Does anyone know if there is a New Troy State University, and, if so,
what is the name of its football team?  If not, can anyone suggest a
good name for one?

Thanks,

Nan
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Debby wrote:
>
>But he would have had to kill the clam to get the pearl, so perhaps he
>manufactured this one the same way he did the star for Lois's tree in
Season's >Greedings.

He *manufactured* the star? From what? Curiously enough, this never occurred
to me in all these years of watching SG until you mentioned it. I know
there's the moment when Lois asks where he and Superman got it and he points
upwards, but to be honest it never made a lot of sense to me. I thought he
was just trying to be cute and could never understand why Lois seemed to
take him seriously. It looks like it's made from the usual store bought
plastic. Nothing really special stands out about it. At least not that I've
ever noticed.  I'm thoroughly intrigued now. I've missed something major and
obviously haven't been looking as hard as I should have been!

I need details. <g> Please? I'm enthralled suddenly by the thought that he
did something more special than buying it in the store as I've always
supposed he did. :D

LabRat :)
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Hi Nan,
>
> Does anyone know if there is a New Troy State University, and, if so,
> what is the name of its football team?  If not, can anyone suggest a
> good name for one?
>

Hey, it's fanfic! If you want a New Troy State University, go right
ahead and have one! (since New Troy doesn't exist anyway, who's to
say you're wrong?!).

Don't ask me about football teams (I assume you mean US football, not
*real* football <g>)) - /me is the original hater of all team sports!

Wendy

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Nancy Smith wrote:
>
> Hi out there.  I'm just ironing out a few details for Dagger #3, and I
> figured I would go to the experts for answers.
>
> Does anyone know if there is a New Troy State University, and, if so,
> what is the name of its football team?  If not, can anyone suggest a
> good name for one?
>
> Thanks,
>
> Nan

Don't know if there's a university, although most states do have
universities.  Nickname for the New Troy football team? I think I'll
beat the crowds by suggesting ... the Trojans.<g>

Sandy -- can you tell I'm just vegging in front of the computer today?
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>>>>Original Message-----
From:   LabRat

He *manufactured* the star? From what?

I'm enthralled suddenly by the thought that he
did something more special than buying it in the store as I've always
supposed he did. :D<<<<

LabRat, I always assumed that he carved it from a chunk of meteor.  Comet
occurred to me because it looked ice-like, but it would have melted all over
Lois's tree :)  I thought of a diamond, but there wouldn't have been
deposits of coal in space--although maybe he could have found some graphite,
then with a little application of superheat and pressure...

SheilaH
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On Mon, 6 Sep 1999 11:41:17 -0600 Sheila Harper
<sharper@CNCC.CC.CO.US> wrote:

>
> LabRat, I always assumed that he carved it from a chunk of meteor.  Comet
> occurred to me because it looked ice-like, but it would have melted all
over
> Lois's tree :)  I thought of a diamond, but there wouldn't have been
> deposits of coal in space--although maybe he could have found some
graphite,
> then with a little application of superheat and pressure...
>

Nice suggestion, Sheila. I wish they'd actually *shown* him making
it, though; like LabRat, I never found the 'pointing up' explanation
very helpful either. If they could film Clark catching Lois's ring in
space, surely they could show him moulding a chunk of meteor?

Wendy
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In a message dated 09/06/1999 11:33:06 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
smcdermin@EROLS.COM writes:

<< The colonists didn't actually
 have a specific destination in mind and were just aiming for an area of
 the universe they thought most likely to have a hospitable planet --
 *with* a red sun which they have always lived under. >>

This would make sense, then, that Jor-El didn't know where they ended up.
Plus we don't know that the set up of what became of the New Krypton colony
really had anything to do with the destruction of Krypton itself. Perhaps a
group of people--or some infants and caregivers had set off before Jor-El
had
even thought of sending out his son just to start a new colony. Perhaps
Kryptonians had even done this before in/near their own solar system. It
can't be too far before (which I would have sort of preferred) if the El's
had already betrothed their son to Zara--meaning both were born before they
left Krypton.

Ah well, Sandy seems to have thought out all the possibilities... <g>

--Laurie (wondering now, if when Hazel returns, she'll post her story to
this
list)
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In a message dated 09/06/1999 12:24:57 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:

<< Does anyone know if there is a New Troy State University >>

Wasnt' there a Metropolis University? (Didn't Cat have a sweatshirt that
said
that when she "dressed down" for Clark?)

--Laurie
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In a message dated 09/06/1999 12:27:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
labrat@UKF.NET writes re: the star for Lois's Christmas tree:

<<  It looks like it's made from the usual store bought
 plastic. >>

Ah, Labrat, you are just too small to see up to the top of the tree! It just
looks light because Clark is the strongest man on earth. Actually it's
lovely, milkywhite quartz, or limestone or some kind of shiny white stone.
Whyever would you think Clark would give Lois something as mundane as
store-bought plastic? And why would you think Lois would think that
store-bought plastic would be something special? Perhaps you need your
glasses adjusted--or just get rid of that leaded crystal altogether! <g>

--Laurie
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Basically, I need to know if there is a new Troy State U. mentioned in the
comics, and if there was a football team named for it.  If there isn't, I'll
just
invent one.  In Southern California we have a University of Southern Cal., a
California State University, and a bunch of others.  I'm just trying to stay
consistant.  And I need a name.  Sandy's suggestion was a good one, but
USC's
team is the Trojans.  The football team is necessary for the story, although
not
a big part.  Anybody got any ideas?

Nan

No Name Available wrote:

> In a message dated 09/06/1999 12:24:57 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
> deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:
>
> << Does anyone know if there is a New Troy State University >>
>
> Wasnt' there a Metropolis University? (Didn't Cat have a sweatshirt that
said
> that when she "dressed down" for Clark?)
>
> --Laurie
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Sandy, we're not outside your door only because we know you want a
"normal"(?) life.  Thanks for all the details on Teri and Cabaret for those
of us who live vicariously!
                      Laurie
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What a question?  I figured from the first instant I saw it that it was a
real star from up above.  Now, don't any of you science people tell me what
a
star is, because I know that :-)   This is a tv show we're talking about
after all....  (imagination required, don't ask too many questions).    :-)
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In a message dated 9/6/99 12:44:48 PM Central Daylight Time,
Larus2407@AOL.COM writes:

<< This would make sense, then, that Jor-El didn't know where they ended up.
 Plus we don't know that the set up of what became of the New Krypton colony
 really had anything to do with the destruction of Krypton itself. >>

The NK arc seemed to inspire a lot of fanfic. Several such stories contain
explanations why Clark was sent to Earth instead of New Krypton. This was
the
reason given in "Blast From the Past : Field Trip" where Trey and a few
young
students come to Earth and pay a visit to "Lord Kal-El".

Clark shook his head and sat on the arm of the sofa. "Okay, Trey, then how
about the *quality* of life?" he asked. "When I met Ching and Zara, I
wondered why my father sent me to Earth instead of New Krypton as he was
apparently ordered to."

Trey lowered his gaze. "It was heresy."

"Exactly," Clark smiled. "I have a feeling my father was a passionate man."

Trey folded his arms. "Too passionate. Too ... different."

Clark's smile widened. "I gathered that when I met Ching and Zara. They were
cold, logical ... pragmatic."

"Naturally," Trey agreed. "The ideal of Krypton and its teachings."

"And my father, Trey?"

Trey softened. "A great and brilliant man, and a good friend."  Trey cleared
his throat, emotion almost overtaking him. "But he was so far outside the
mainstream of Kryptonian law and teachings--"

"That he was branded a heretic."

Trey nodded. "I warned him not to send you here, but his mind was made up.
He
said--"  Trey cut himself off and lowered his head.

Clark touched his shoulder gently. "He said ...?" he prompted.

Trey raised his head and searched Clark's eyes. How like his father he was.
"He said when you opened your eyes on a new world, he wanted it to be a
place
of passion and feelings, like Earth. That he did not want you on a world
that
no longer understood nor had a name for ... love."

"Don't you see, Trey? I'm living the life my father wanted for me. For a
long
time I didn't feel like I belonged here, I wondered why I was sent here. My
Kryptonian heritage was stolen from me by a madman named Trask, but you know
what, Trey?" Clark smiled. "I wouldn't trade anything I've experienced here
for a hundred years of peace and logical contentment on New Krypton."

Trey nodded. "I told your father that he was banishing you to a chaotic
wilderness. He told me that you would be a hero to Earth," Trey said,
shaking
his head. "How he knew this, I don't know, but he said that the job of a
hero
is to bring meaning to chaos."

**********
That was the round robin explanation. There's a zillion others. In the
comics, just the fact that Jor-El wanted to save his son at all would have
seemed strange to his fellow Kryptonians. The Krypton of Jor-El's era (post
86 continuity) was austere, logical and emotionless. Sort of an ersatz
planet
Vulcan. Even conception had nothing to do with physical contact. Embryos
grew
to term in matrix chambers, not their mothers' wombs. In fact, Jor-El sent
his son to Earth while Kal-El was still developing in the matrix chamber. He
was literally "born" on Earth to the Kents.

This was necessary because being born to Krypton meant you could never
leave.
It was sort of the Hotel California of planets <g> Also, over the years and
suffering the scars of ancient chemical warfare, Krypton was becoming toxic
to its inhabitants. Krypton was becoming Kryptonite. The Kryptonians were
dying.  Even had their planet not exploded, they would have died anyway.
That's why fragments of the old home planet are lethal to Clark (again, post
86 continuity) Okay, so much for the comic book lesson today, class
dismissed
<g>

Zoom
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>From: Donna Burton <BURTOND@CONAN.UNION.EDU>
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>I don't know if Beth Washington is on this list so I'll step in to
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In a message dated 9/6/99 2:28:05 PM EST, Zoomway@AOL.COM writes:

<< Okay, so much for the comic book lesson today, class dismissed
 <g>

 Zoom
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If only I could have classes like this, in my college! ;)

Alexis ;-.)
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SUMMARY: Another story in our Unintentional Season. Lois discovers that not
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(zoomway)

"Okay," Lois said, and rubbed his arm. "I remember the time frame. It was
kind of scary back then."

Clark nodded. "Yeah," he said softly. "I hate to admit it, but I also wanted
to know the heat vision melting point for a certain DEA agent."

Lois smiled. "You have this lethal cuteness when you're jealous. I thought
you were going to break Patrick Sullivan's hand ... though considering he
almost sacrificed me to Druid gods, I wouldn't have really minded much."

Clark smiled in return. "You know, honey, Hollywood couldn't really make up
anything worse than what we've actually gone through. My uncle feels kind of
important right now. For *real* for a change. Maybe this is the kind of
boost
he needs to make something of himself."

"Clark, you're not seriously considering going along with this?"

Clark took Lois' hand. "I just have this feeling he's trying to make up for
some things, honey. He and my dad didn't get along, not to mention he kind
of
had a crush on my mom ... from the stories I heard whispered that my family
didn't know I could hear from the other room."

"Or the other county," Lois smiled.

"Right, and so would it hurt to just see what's going on first before we
condemn the project?"

Lois sighed. "I hate it when you appeal to my sentimental side. I didn't use
to have one."

Clark smiled. "Yes you did. You just hid it well," he said, and grimaced
slightly. "Sometimes you hid it *really* well."

Lois let go of his hand. "I hope the children don't inherit that graphic
honesty thing from you."

"Come on," he smiled and helped her from her chair. "We'll go back to the
Planet and then later meet with Uncle J.J. and the movie people. I really
don't think it will be as bad as you're imagining."

Lois nodded. "Uh huh, and what if they cast say ... Nicolas Cage as
Superman."

"Honey, they're not even that crazy in Hollywood."

(chrispat)

*   *   *

Clark looked up from his computer screen and grinned at the sight of Lois
leaning back in her chair and snoring gently. He got up and went over to
her,
bending down and kissing her forehead.

"Hey, sleepyhead, I think it's time we called it a day."

Lois jumped. "I wasn't sleeping. I was just resting my eyes."

Clark smiled and kissed her again, on the lips this time. "Sure, honey. What
do you say to Italian tonight?"

Lois stared at him. "Pasta?? Clark! I look and feel like a beached whale and
you want pasta??"

Clark had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. "Lois, I like pasta. That
doesn't have to mean what you think it means...at least not if you don't
feel
like it."

Lois smiled. "I love you too, sweetheart, but..."

They both jumped as the phone on Clark's desk rang.

"Oh, hi, Mom...Why, yes. Uncle Joe did show up here...I know...Tell Dad not
to worry..." He looked over at Lois and sighed. "Okay...we'll meet you at
the
airport in the morning...Bye, Mom...We love you too." He put down the phone
and shook his head. "Dad just doesn't trust Uncle Joe. They're coming here."

Before Lois could respond, the phone rang again. Clark sighed again and
picked it up. "Clark Kent...Hello, Murray. What can I do for you?"

(Eraygun)

"You want to know if I can get in touch with the *big guy* for you?" Clark
repeated as he rolled his eyes. "You need to talk to him about the movie
deal
of the century?! I'll see if find him for you, Murray."

Even without supersenses Lois could hear the agent continuing to badger
Clark
for information about Superman's whereabouts. Finally disgusted she motioned
to Clark to hand her the receiver.

"Hello, Murray? This is Lois Lane. I've got a message for you straight from
the *big guy*. 'Don't call us, we'll call you'," she said abruptly and
slammed the phone back on the hook.

Clark grinned and shook his head. "You do that very effectively."

"Years of practice."

Lois moved into Clark's arms and rested her head on his chest. "Can we go
home now?" She yawned. "I'm a little sleepy."

Clark nodded and made a slight hand motion. "Would you like to go by
Superman
Express? I can come back for the car later," he whispered.

Lois smiled. "That would be wonderful."

"Your wish is my comm-"

"Hey, guys."

"What is it, Jimmy?" Lois said with a slight edge to her voice.

"Have you heard the latest about the new Superman movie?"

"No. What?"

"Take a look at this write-up in today's Entertainment section. Jimmy read
the headline of the article out loud. "'Producer says new Superman movie
will
feature a grittier, edgier hero'."

"Grittier?" Clark repeated incredulously.

"Oy."

(zoomway)

"Wait." Clark shook his head. "What do they mean by a 'grittier, edgier'
Superman?"

Jimmy tapped the page. "According to this, they kind of see him as a ..."
Jimmy glanced down, " ...beautiful freak. An outsider for the millennium. A
youth cult icon that can be appreciated for his outlaw vigilante
affirmations...whatever that means."

"Freak?" Clark echoed as he grabbed the paper.

"Outlaw?" Lois said, looking over Clark's shoulder.

"This is ridiculous," Clark said as he started to toss the paper.

Lois intercepted. "Some of us don't read as fast."

"How can they do this to Superman?" Clark asked and began to pace. "Edgier?
Grittier? Why don't they just make a Batman movie if that's what they want."

"Probably because he has a better agent," Lois whispered.

"I'm not going along with this," Clark said firmly.

"Well, CK," Jimmy sighed. "The real question is whether Superman will go
along with it."

Clark adjusted his glasses. "True ... but if I know Superman...."

"And he does," Lois injected, for some reason finding the article and
Clark's
reaction amusing. "He won't want to see this movie made either."

Jimmy nodded thoughtfully. "I agree ... do you think they could get Keanu
Reeves to play me?"

"Jimmy!"

Jimmy laughed. "I'm leaving. See you guys tomorrow."

"Come on Clark. Let's continue your tantrum at home."

"I'm *not* having a tantrum."

"True," she soothed. "You didn't stomp your foot that time."

*   *   *

Lois stared up at the bedroom ceiling placidly as Clark continued speaking,
but couldn't help thinking how she'd prefer to be on the ceiling and not
talking.

"And most of all," he concluded. "Superman is *not* gritty or edgy."

"I agree, Clark. This is Lois Lane you're trying to convince. That's like
trying to convince GreenPeace that killing whales is wrong. I'm on your
side,
Clark, and I've *always* been on Superman's side."

"I know, honey," Clark acknowledged. "If this was back before you knew I was
Superman, suppose you were still...."

"The moony-eyed cheerleader?"

"Yeah," he laughed softly. "Wouldn't *she* be the one having the 'tantrum'
instead of me?"

Lois smiled. "Yes. You're an amateur in the tantrum standings, Clark. She'd
take that entertainment article, rip it up, set it on fire, throw it in the
trash and kick over the trash can, but," she added quickly, "none of that
will keep this movie from being made. I think we need to *really* talk to
your uncle."

"True," Clark said. "I can't believe he stood us up tonight."

"Well," Lois sighed, "we're obviously not as glamorous as his new Hollywood
colleagues."

"Then we'll have to be a little more pro-active."

"Hunt him down like a rabid dog?" Lois offered.

"For lack of a better metaphor, yes," Clark laughed, and turned off the
light.

*   *   *

(chrispat)

Lois tapped her foot and looked at her watch for the tenth time in as many
minutes. Where the heck was Clark? He should have been back from the airport
ages ago.

She glanced over at the couch where Murray and Uncle J. J. were in the midst
of an animated conversation. She winced as she heard names like Nicolas
Cage,
Brad Pitt, and Tom Cruise pepper the conversation.  At the mention of Jim
Carrey, her patience snapped.

She whirled on the two. "Are you out of your minds?? This is Superman you're
talking about, not some idiotic comic!"

Uncle J. J. looked hurt. "But, Lois, we need a big name to draw the fans."

Lois snorted. "And just who came up with the bright idea of Nicolas Cage?"
She glared at Murray. "I've never seen anyone less like Superman."

Continued in part 4/5
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(zoomway)

"Come on, Martha," Lois added. "Now that I'm pregnant, I was kind of
thinking
of taking up knitting. Maybe you can give me some pointers."

"All right, dear," Martha said, relief in her voice. "But I'll have to learn
how first."

"Okay, Jonny," J.J. said, and took a seat. "As usual, our old history clears
the room faster than a bomb threat."

"Joseph....Joe," Jonathan hesitated. He wasn't an angry man by nature, and
so
found confrontations, no matter how well deserved, difficult. "I can live
with a lot of things you've done, pretended to do, and outright lied about,
but not when it hurts my son and daughter-in-law."

"Jonny, I wouldn't hurt Clark for the world. I love that boy, and his wife.
She's a real spitfire. A perfect match to complement someone so
mild-mannered," J.J. said, and truly seemed to mean the words. "I made a
mistake a long time ago, and I can't seem to lie my way out of it, or honor
myself back." He reached into his pocket and handed an envelope to Jon.

Jonathan took the envelope reluctantly. "What's this, Joe? Deed to a gold
mine on Mars? Phony oil...my lord," he whispered. "It's money," he said,
leafing through the bills. "Hundreds of dollars."

"Four thousand, eight hundred and sixty one dollars."

"The old tractor you said you'd go halfs on, but..."

"Left you holding the bill," J.J. said, finishing the sentence. "It took me
ten years to get that amount, and whether you believe it or not, it's all
legal money."

(chrispat)

Jonathan looked down at the money and back up at J.J. "I don't know what to
say, Joe...I mean...after all these years..."

"I'm really trying to change, Jon. I think I've finally grown up." He smiled
wryly. "Took me long enough, didn't it?"  He stuck out his hand. "And I'm
not
trying to pull anything on Clark or Superman. I think this movie is going to
be big. I wanted Clark to have a piece of it. I always had a soft spot for
him, you know."

Jonathan shook his head and then grasped J.J.'s hand. "Okay, Joe. I'll give
you another chance, but you better not screw this one up."

J.J. laughed. "I won't. Now let's go find the rest of the family."

*   *   *

Lois wandered into the kitchen the next morning to find  Jonathan, Martha
and
Clark deep in conversation. "Mmmm. What smells so good?"

Clark jumped up and helped Lois into a chair at the table. "Mom made
blueberry muffins, honey. Wait till you taste them."

Martha set a plate in front of Lois and smiled as she watched her absently
scratch her protruding stomach. "Oh my, Lois, honey, you certainly are big."

Lois grimaced. "I know. I feel like..."

"... a beached whale," Clark chimed in. He ducked as Lois swatted at him.
"I've been hearing that every day for weeks," he laughed.

"So what were you all talking about before I came in?"

Clark grimaced. "We were going over the script."

"And?"

"Well, I'm not sure what's worse, the plot they've constructed, or the
casting," Clark replied as he shook his head slowly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for one thing they want to cast Pamela Anderson Lee to play Zara."

(zoomway)

Jonathan smiled faintly. "She's a fairly good actress."

Lois rolled her eyes. "If acting is measured in cup size, she's got an Oscar
coming."

"And," Clark said, oblivious to the conversation going on around him as he
scanned the script. "Superman has a love affair with Ultra Woman..."

"I like that," Lois smiled.

"And with Zara."

"Peter Johns is a dead man."

"It's just a script, honey," Clark said, and continued to scan.

"Then get to page 61."

Clark flipped through the pages. "Uh...this scene with Lois and Superman?"

"Right."

Clark began to read aloud, "'I'll always love you, Superman, no man can
replace you in my heart, but I've decided to settle for Clark, he --'
...*settle* for Clark?"

"It's just a script, Clark."

"It gets better." Lois shrugged. "Or worse, depending on your point of
view."

Clark continued to read as his eyebrows shot above his glasses. "They have
me
... well, 'Clark' ... *accepting* the fact that you'll always love Superman.
How pathetic do they think I am?"

Lois flipped a few pages. "Jimmy saves your life four times in the script,
Clark. Does that answer your question?"

"Oh, my," Martha said and patted her son's shoulder. "Honey, you can't let
this movie get made."

"I know, Mom, but Peter Johns and Warner Bros. have the rights ... to me."

"Who made out the contract, son? There has to be one if there's 'rights' to
the story."

Clark brightened. "Constance Hunter."

Lois loosened his tie. "Maybe Superman better see his lawyer."

*   *   *

The men and women at the table in the conference room looked up as Superman
entered accompanied by an attractive well-dressed woman carrying a
briefcase.
A man with long gray hair down his back and no hair on the top of his head,
stood and offered his hand.

"I'm Peter Johns."

Superman nodded and shook his hand. "I recognize you from the cover of
Entertainment Weekly."

"Oh, really?" He smiled broadly.

"Yes, I believe the article was 'Fiascos Behind the Camera'."

Johns tugged at his tight polo collar. "Well, can't win them all."

"Apparently," Superman replied. "This is Constance Hunter, my attorney. She
drew up the contract."

"Gentlemen, ladies," Hunter said as she opened her briefcase.  Clark was
fascinated to note that everyone at the table had their finger on the speed
dial buttons of their cell phones.  Constance looked at the one man at the
table wearing a full suit and tie. "You must be the attorney," she said, and
laid the contract in front of him.

"As you are no doubt aware," Constance stated matter of factly, "hundreds of
charities around the world are dependent upon my client's good name and
reputation, since they are the recipients of the proceeds from the sale of
Superman merchandise."  The studio attorney nodded in agreement and
Constance
rewarded the man with a small smile and continued.  "With so much at stake,
I
felt that some extra protection was necessary.  Your predecessor agreed with
me and together we drafted special language for this contract."

The studio attorney arched one eyebrow and began reading the first page of
the thick legal document.

"The clause in question can be found on page 57, clause 68(d)."

All eyes anxiously watched the studio attorney as he alternately licked his
thumb and flipped pages. "Well," he said finally, "this all seems to be in
order, and quite binding," and scooted the contract to Peter Johns. "I'll be
back at my law office if you need me. I have a feeling you'll be working on
a
new picture."

"Wait...what do you mean? We have rights to Superman."

"Yes, you do. And *Superman* has veto and approval power over casting and
scripts," the attorney said, and patted Johns' shoulder. "You can always
hope
the stories about him being immortal aren't true."

Johns swallowed. "Okay, Superman, maybe there's a few things in this script
you don't like, but..."

"Mr. Johns, there is *nothing* in that script or the casting choices I like.
I'm sure with a lot of work, new writers, director and producers, something
might appeal to me," Superman said, and withdrew a business card from his
belt.

Johns took the card. It merely had the Superman shield and the words 'House
of El' embossed on its surface.

"Have your people call my people when you have a new script," Superman said,
and exited with Constance Hunter.

Johns sat stunned for a moment, and then hit the intercom button. "Get me an
area code for New Krypton."

*   *   *

Lois was enjoying the rocking motion of the old porch glider at the Kent
farmhouse. A breather from Hollywood and Metropolis was very welcome. It was
also nice to see J.J. and Jonathan doing some chores together. She leaned
her
head back against Clark's arm which curved around her shoulder.

"Clark," she said dreamily. "Do you think Hollywood would ever be interested
in doing 'Lois and Clark: A romance between a hotshot reporter and a farm
boy
>from Kansas who just happens to be Superman'?"

Clark looked at her, and they both smiled. "Nah," they said in unison.

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all the men in the Kent clan are quiet and mild mannered when Clark's
bombastic *uncle* J.J. comes to town.
_____________________

[Eraygun]

Lois sighed as she approached the revolving doors that led into the lobby of
the Daily Planet building.  They had been a part of her life since the day
she'd come to work there almost ten years ago. There were pleasant memories
involving them mostly, and some more than pleasant, like those times she and
Clark had shared a section designed for one. But now ? Now they were out to
get her, she thought, her and her incredibly expanding middle.

Clark grinned and held the glass panels still as Lois maneuvered carefully
between them. He'd suggested that she go in through the regular door which
was to one side, but she'd refused. She pushed and the door slowly revolved.
Stepping out into the lobby, she smiled with satisfaction as he followed her
through and picked up the conversation they'd been having in the jeep on the
way to work.

"Okay, both sets of parents know and I called Lucy, so that just leaves the
gang here to break the news to." Lois' tone was brisk. As usual, she was
treating each event surrounding this pregnancy as a task to be accomplished,
a hurdle to get over. It was her way of dealing with the overwhelming fact
that she was going to be a mother in a very short time.

Clark pulled Lois close and pushed the button for the elevator. He was still
a little dazed every time he thought about Lois carrying twins. Now that he
knew what to listen for, he could hear the two hearts beating in unison, and
he wondered again at how lucky they were. They had feared there would never
be even one baby, and instead there were going to be two.

"I can't believe that my Mom and Dad had already guessed you were going to
have twins,"  Clark said in amazement.

"It was good deductive reasoning on their part."  Lois grinned. "Maybe
they'd
like to temporarily take our place as the Planet's lead investigative team
while we're out on parental leave."

Clark chuckled. "Mom might get a real kick out of that."

"I know she would."

"But I have to admit I was a little disappointed that they figured it out. I
really wanted to surprise them."

"I know, sweetheart, but my parents more than made up for it. At least my
Dad
did."

Clark nodded in agreement.  "That's true. I don't think I've ever seen your
father that flabbergasted before."

"Or that happy. I just wish I could say the same for Mother."

"Now, honey, she looked happy to me."

"I think stunned, shocked and in need of oxygen would be a better
description, Clark. Good thing we'd already stocked up on aspirin."

*   *   *

As Clark shepherded Lois down the ramp and to her desk, Jimmy met them and
took Lois' briefcase. The routine of getting her settled was a ritual now,
and Lois no longer objected to being treated like a fragile flower that
couldn't hang up her own coat or get her own juice. She smiled indulgently
at
both of them, and then eyed the clutch of papers on Jimmy's hand.

"What's that? The research I asked for on Mindy Church's current holdings in
scientific research institutes?"

Jimmy looked a little embarrassed and held the papers out of Lois' reach.

"Ah, well, no, actually. These are the latest betting pool slips."

Clark frowned. "Betting pool? Since when are you running it? I thought that
was Frank's baby."

"Baby is the right word --"

"Jimmy! What are you standing around for? I sent you down to mark-up fifteen
minutes ago!" Perry walked over and glared at Jimmy, then turned the glare
on
the slips of paper in his hand. "What the Sam Hill is that?"

"Sorry, Chief. I was just telling CK  and Lois. It's the betting pool on
their baby. Date, sex, name... don't you think James Kent has a real nice
ring to it?"

Clark chuckled. "And if it's a girl?"

Jimmy frowned. "Oh, well, just in case, Jamie Kent works too."

"Well..." Lois glanced up at Clark with a conspiratorial wink "...has anyone
bet on the number?"

"Number? Like, more than one?" Jimmy ventured, his eyes growing round.

Lois nodded.

"Great shades of Elvis! Lois, are you having twins?"  Perry shouted. He
grinned with delight, and drew Lois to her feet to hug her. He released her
and settled her back into her chair, then grabbed Clark in a bear hug too,
pounding him on his back.

Everyone in the newsroom turned to look, and then the babble of 'What did
Perry say? Lois is having twins?' rose around them, as many of the staffers
headed toward Lois' desk.

Jimmy dug quickly in his pocket, and consulted a notebook. "Dang! Ricki down
in Research just won a bundle!"

"Never mind the betting pool," Perry said. "Have you two decided on any
names
yet?"

Lois sighed. "Not really. We haven't even been able to come up with one
boy's
name and one girl's name. Now we have to come up with two of each!"

Clark grinned. "Hershey and Godiva are beginning to look pretty good right
now," he added sheepishly.

"Great!" Jimmy interjected. "I've still got a chance to win the rest of the
money in the pool." Perry looked at him repressively.

"To tell you the truth, darlin', I always thought you two might name your
baby after Superman."

"Really, Perry?"

Perry nodded.

"Kal-El Kent?" Clark grimaced slightly as he said the name out loud.

"I think it has kind of a ring to it," Jimmy interrupted.

Lois and Clark glared in Jimmy's direction.

"Or maybe not." Jimmy backed away. "Got to get down to mark-up ... see you
guys later?"

Perry chuckled as Jimmy disappeared, then asked, "So what have you got for
me
on this story you said you wanted to do? The Mindy Church thing? I'm still
not sure there's anything there, but your instincts are good, and we have
the
Merriwethers and Kerths to prove it." He looked pleased at the thought.

Clark started to reply, when that familiar arrested expression appeared on
his face.

Lois patted his arm. "Clark, hadn't you better get going? You were supposed
to meet -- um, Bobby Bigmouth, weren't you?"

Clark nodded. "Yes, I was. Got to go, see you later, back as soon as I can,
Chief." He was halfway across the newsroom before Perry could answer.

"We're working on it, Chief," Lois said brightly.

Perry nodded. "Well, don't work too hard, either of you. Journalism awards
are great, but, well, great shades of Elvis! Twins!" He beamed at Lois. "I'm
going to go call Alice right now. She'll be tickled to death at this news."

(Misha)

Beneath the overhanging globe, pedestrians hurried past the man who stood on
the street corner looking up. A few glanced up, noted that his attention was
directed upwards, and dismissed him as a tourist. A bus roared past, setting
loose papers and leaves to dancing.

A second whoosh roared over the crowd, and this time, most of the crowd
paused, looked up briefly, and continued. This time, though, most of them
had
a secret smile hovering at the corner of their mouths.

The man grinned happily around him and entered the Daily Planet building.

*   *   *

Lois leaned back from her computer. She placed her hands at the small of her
back and groaned. Her bulging belly rippled as one of her children again
protested the change in posture.

"Hey, Lois, is Clark still out with that source?" Jimmy hooked the little
stool under Lois' desk and dragged it under her feet.

"Thanks Jimmy." Lois sighed and propped up her feet. "No, he's still out.
Bobby wanted double chocolate eclairs, and only Clark knows where to get
them." In a little bakery in Quebec, of all places, but as long as he
brought
her one, she'd... one of the babies kicked ... they'd be happy.

"Oh. Well, this guy's coming up, he says he's Clark's uncle."

Lois frowned, but declined to lean forward. "That's funny. Both Martha and
Jonathan are only children."

Jimmy shrugged. "He passed through security okay. You want me to hang
around?"

"No, that's okay, Jimmy. It would take a crane to get me out of this chair
anyway. I think that would be enough to foil a kidnapper."

Jimmy grinned at that and continued his trip to the copy room. Lois sighed
and dragged her keyboard a little closer, tapping at the keys one-handed.

A few heavily typoed paragraphs later, she gave up and watched a portly,
gray-haired man make his way across the newsroom. He paused in front of
Clark's desk, then turned to her.

"I say there, Missy. Can you tell me where Clark Kent has wandered off to?"

"He'll be back fairly soon, Mr...?" Lois trailed off, fishing.

"Kent. J.J. Kent." He beamed and held his hand out to her. "I'm Clark's
uncle."

Lois smiled politely and let him shake her hand as if she were delicate
porcelain. "I'm Lois Lane." Her smile turned sweet. "I'm Clark's wife."

Continued in 2/5
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(chrispat)

Murray shrank back. "Hey! Don't look at me. It was the producer, Peter
Johns!"

"Next you'll be telling me he wants some kind of space dog for comic
relief!"

Murray gaped at Lois. "How did you know? I mean -"

Lois threw her hands up in disgust. "This just gets worse and worse. There
is
no way Superman is going to agree to this stupid movie."

Murray looked uncomfortable. "Well, legally speaking, he doesn't have to. He
already gave up the rights."

"What??"  That did it. Lois snapped. She threw back her head and screamed,
"Help! Superman!"

*   *   *

Clark was just drawing up to the curb with his parents when he heard Lois
scream. Martha and Jonathan looked at each other and shrugged as Clark
disappeared in a blur of red and blue.

"Looks like we'll have to let ourselves in, Martha."

(Eraygun)

"That's all right Jonathan, because I've been wanting to talk to you alone
anyway."

Jonathan sighed. "Now, Martha, don't start-"

"Jonathan, we have to talk about it."

"Talk about what? The fact that my cousin, my only living blood relative, is
one of the biggest liars on the face of the earth?"

"I know J.J. has always stretched the truth a bit --" Martha began.

"Stretched it!? The man treats the truth like silly putty," Jonathan
interrupted.

"I know, but he's always been well meaning, and he's never hurt anybody and
he thinks the world of Clark and besides -

"And besides, he's family," Jonathan finished in a voice laced with
exasperation.

"Exactly."

"Don't remind me."

*   *   *

"There you are, big guy! If I'd known that all it took to get you to make an
appearance was to yell for help, I would've done it myself." Murray grabbed
Superman's hand and began pumping it up and down enthusiastically.

Lois rolled her eyes and plopped down on the now vacant sofa.

"I'd like you to meet a business associate of mine, and a relative of Clark
and Lois. This is J.J. Kent."

At the mention of his name, Uncle J.J. grabbed Clark's other hand and began
pumping it up and down as well. "It's a pleasure, no, let me say an *honor*
to meet you, Superman," he said with his usual bombast.  "I don't know if
Clark has had a chance to explain about our little venture, so we'd like to
take the opportunity to tell you what Peter Johns' production company has in
mind."

Clark disentangled himself from both men and turned to Lois who shrugged and
sank back on the couch.

Sighing heavily he turned back to face the two men. "I can't wait to hear
about it."

(zoomway)

"Great!" Murray said, his enthusiasm bubbling. "Picture, if you will, an
opening shot that features a pristine, Kansas rice field..."

"Rice field?" Lois' voice came from the sofa.

"Or whatever they grow there," J.J. added diplomatically.

"Yeah," Murray nodded. "Then BOOM! The sleaze from New Krypton lands."

Superman, his arms folded, his expression tolerant, nodded. "Lord Nor and
his
followers."

"Correctamundo!" Murray chirped. "But in case there's lawsuits on New
Krypton, we're renaming him Lord Nor, Knight of Darkness."

"Oh, yeah," Lois said sarcastically. "That should avoid any legal
entanglements."

"They land and start destroying Littleton."

"Smallville."

"Right. And the last farmer left alive grabs a pitchfork, and Nor takes it
away, and impales Farmer Brown, holding the body over his head, defying the
world to stop him, but ... where is Superman?"

"He's the guy standing in front of you who should liberally apply heat
vision
to the script," Lois said, and placed her arms behind her head.

"Oh, that reminds me," Murray said, ignoring Lois' outburst. "We're changing
your costume, Supes."

"This should be good," Lois whispered.

"My costume?"

"Right. Not that there's anything wrong with the blue and the cape, but have
you thought about a different color scheme? Maybe slate gray, metal arm
bands, and black boots?"

Clark took a deep breath. Lois didn't even have to look -- she could picture
Clark. His lips gone thin, his arms folded high, his eyes narrowed. It was
sexy in its own angry superhero-ish way.

"The costume stays as it is," he said firmly, "and Nor didn't kill off
everyone in Smallville, and I've only seen a real pitchfork in Frankenstein
movies."

"Big guy," Murray said. "What can I do to change your mind?"

"You can look in your 'Sincerity at a Glance' day planner ... it's the
chapter after 'Schmoozing'," Lois suggested helpfully.

"Listen, Murray, so far this movie sounds like a travesty. I can't see being
party to it as it now stands."

J.J. looked worried, and though Clark didn't want to dash his hopes, the
movie *was* sounding like a nightmare.

"Well," Murray shrugged. "I can sympathize, Supes, but the rights belong to
Peter Johns and Warner Brothers. You're kind of stuck with it."

(chrispat)

Clark managed to look even angrier and Murray stepped back. "Hey, big guy,
I'm sorry, but a contract's a contract."

Lois levered herself off the sofa and went over to Clark, putting her hand
on
his arm. "Superman, don't worry. We'll find a way to stop this outrage."

J.J. started to speak, but the Kents chose that moment to enter the living
room. Martha and Jonathan froze as they took in the tableau.

"Jonathan," Martha whispered, "What's going on? I don't think I've ever seen
Clark look that angry."

"How the hell should I know, Martha, but if J.J.'s here I'm sure he's in it
up to his neck."

"Oh, hush. Lois, what's going on?"

Lois jumped at the sound of Martha's voice and waddled over to give them
both
a hug.

Clark managed to get his temper under control and pretended to hear a siren.
"Sorry. I have to leave. You haven't heard the last of this, Murray. I'll
talk to you both, later."

With a whoosh, he disappeared, only to reappear as Clark a moment later,
carrying in his parents' luggage.

(Eraygun)

Murray pulled a blue-covered bundle of papers out of his pocket.

"Rats, I never even got a chance to give him the script."  He shrugged and
handed it to Lois. "If you get a chance, give this to Supes. I know he'll
love it once he gets a chance to read it. It's *great* stuff, really
upscale."

J.J. nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's simply wonderful! You and Clark have to
convince Superman to be a real part of this. You know, act as a consultant
for the film."

>From the entryway to the living room, Jonathan cleared his throat.

"Jonny and Martha, is that you?" J.J. said as he bounded across the room.
"Clark didn't say you were coming to town." Reaching Martha first, J.J.
pulled her into a bear hug. "It's so good to see you both."

"It's good to see you too, J.J. It's been a long time, almost ten years."

J.J. extended his hand to a now scowling Jonathan who took it reluctantly.
"Yes. Ten years, and Martha, you haven't changed one bit, you're just as
beautiful as ever."  Martha blushed slightly. "And you haven't changed
either, Jonny."

"Neither have you, Joseph. Still causing trouble wherever you go," Jonathan
replied acidly.

An icy silence fell over the room and Murray decided that it was time to be
elsewhere.

"Well I've got to run. Like I said, have the big guy take a look at the
script. He'll be impressed, it even has proposed cast members in it."

(zoomway)

Lois rolled and unrolled the script in her hands. Her concern had shifted
>from the "movie from hell" to her husband. Clark wasn't really accustomed
to
family warfare. It was always astounding to Lois, who came from a family
where an allowance could be seen as combat pay. The main reason Superman was
neither "gritty" nor "edgy" is because the man who filled the costume so
well
had a fairly smooth upbringing, and a heart that always reflected that.

She nudged Clark. "Maybe we should step outside and get some air. Murray's
cigars kind of make a latrine envious."

Clark nodded. He knew what she was doing, and loved her for it. He knew his
dad and J.J. had a decade and more of "issues" to resolve between them. And
Clark didn't want to be stuck in the middle taking sides.

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(zoomway)

"Little Clark has a wife, and ..." he peered over the desk, "seems to be
starting a family."

Lois smiled. "Twins."  J.J. Kent laughed and slapped his hand down loudly.
"That's my little nephew. Never did anything slipshod."

"I'm surprised to find Clark has an uncle. I thought his parents didn't have
any brothers or sisters."

Joe pulled a chair up from an adjoining desk and sat down with a relieved
moan. "Well, I'm Jon's cousin actually, but since I was about Jon's age,
Clark grew up calling me 'Uncle' Joe. Jerome Joseph Kent. Clark got my first
name as his middle name."

Lois nodded. "I'm not sure if I remember Clark mentioning you, though."

Joe frowned a moment. "I guess he'd have gotten around to it sooner or
later.
I inspired his passion for journalism. I was with the foreign press corps
during the Korean War."

Lois brightened. "Oh, really. That must have been fascinating."

"Foreign press corps?"

Lois turned at the sound of Perry's voice.  "Yes, Perry, this is Clark's
Uncle Joe, and he..."

Joe rose from his chair and shook Perry's hand. "Call me J.J."

"You were with the press corps in Korea?" Perry asked, even more
enthusiastic
than Lois.

"I was, Perry, I was. It was a hell of an experience," he said, draping an
arm around Perry's shoulders.

Lois was left sitting, shaking her head, as the two older men walked away
>from her desk interrupting each other with war correspondence stories. Her
line of sight was obscured by a double chocolate eclair. She smiled and
glanced up.

"Thank you," she said, taking the eclair and receiving an upside-down kiss
>from Clark. "Your uncle is here."

Clark's smile straightened itself quickly. "My *uncle*? Uncle Joe?"

"Yes, he was pretty fascinating. Why haven't you ever told me about him? I
mean a member of the foreign press ... that's pretty impressive."

Clark loosened his tie and let out an exhausted sigh. "Honey, it *would* be
impressive, if it was true."

Lois blinked. "It's not?"

"No, sorry to say. He's a great guy, honey, but the closest he got to the
foreign press corps was a forged press credential that earned him probably
the only wedgie delivered in the 1950s when a couple of MPs hoisted him by
the trousers and threw him out of a bar in Fresno."

"Ouch," Lois said. "He sounded so ... so--"

"Convincing?"

"Exactly."

"I love him, honey. He told me some great stories as a kid, and I believed
every single one of them. I even wanted to see the world because of his
stories, but," Clark said, and sighed again, "he's kind of one big
shortcut."

(chrispat)

Lois took a bite of chocolate eclair and mumbled something.

"What did you say, honey?" Clark leaned over and wiped a smear of chocolate
off of her chin.

Lois swallowed and sighed. "Mmmm. This is so good. Thanks for remembering to
save one of these. How did you manage to hide it from Bobby?"

Clark licked the chocolate off his finger and grinned, but before he could
answer, they were interrupted by the return of Perry and Uncle Joe.

"Clark," Perry boomed. "Why didn't you tell me about your uncle? He tells me
he met Elvis in Memphis back in the fifties."

Clark rolled his eyes. "Um, Uncle Joe. How about you and Lois and I go out
for some lunch and you can tell us what brings you to town."

J.J. winced as he clapped Clark on the shoulder and shook his hand. "Darn. I
forgot how hard you are. Sure, let's go. I have this great idea I want to
discuss with you. You're going to love it!"

(Eraygun)

*   *   *

"Now that was a marvelous lunch!" J.J. said expansively as he pushed himself
back from the table. "I haven't had a meal that fine since I was at Maxim's
in Paris!"

"Glad you enjoyed it," Lois' uncle replied as he appeared next to Lois
carrying a dessert tray.

Lois grinned at him. "Uncle Mike, these look heavenly. Are you trying to
spoil me?"

"No, I'm trying to spoil little Mike or Michelle. Or maybe that should be
little Mike and little Michelle," he replied with a wink, as he set a
chocolate raspberry tart in front of Lois.

"Oh, so you expect us to name *both* our children after you?"

"Darn, and I was hoping for little Jerome and little Joseph myself," J.J.
put
in.

"Jerome and Joseph?  What if we have two girls?"

J.J. looked pensive for a few seconds. "Well, I guess one of them could be
Josephine," he finally said with a grin.

Lois rolled her eyes and looked at Clark, who smiled and shrugged.

"So what is this business proposition you have for us, Uncle Joe -- I mean,
J.J.?"

"It's the chance of a lifetime, kids. Have you two ever thought about going
into show business?"

"What?"

"Uncle J.J., Lois and I are really happy where we are..."

"That's right. We don't know the first thing about acting," Lois
interjected.

"I'm not talking about acting, my dear."

"You're not?"

"Then what are you talking about?"

(Misha)

J.J. waved his arms expansively. "We're going to put Metropolis on the map!
Bigger than Hollywood! Bigger than New York!" He winked and nudged Clark.
"And all thanks to your Uncle J.J."

Lois paused with the bite of chocolate confection halfway to her mouth, and
shot Clark a look of disbelief.

Clark merely shrugged. "What have you done now, Uncle J.J.?"

J.J. folded his napkin on the table and leaned forward, a gleam in his eye.
"I'm the creative consultant in charge of the new Superman movie."

Lois choked on her chocolate.

Both Clark and J.J. jumped up and began pounding her on the back. She gasped
weakly and reached for the water glass.

"Say, Clark, is she so easily startled?"  J.J. sat again.

Clark rubbed the small of Lois' back in soothing circles and replied warily.
"Not usually... What's this about a Superman movie?"

J.J. leaned back, grinning. "Remember that New Kryptonian thing a while
back?
When they took over Smallville and Metropolis? Well, since I was right in
the
middle of the whole thing, they decided that I was the best person to
approach.

Clark frowned. "Weren't you in Fresno that year?"

J.J. waved away the miniscule consideration. "Bakersfield, but what's a few
hundred miles."

Lois dropped her head in her hands.

"You all right there, missy?" Lois shook her head and J.J. shrugged. "Well,
I
know you, I know everyone in Smallville ... what more could a producer want?
Now, I know this is something of a shock, your old uncle getting a leg up in
the world, Clark, but if you'll do me a favor and let me take a quick little
poke through the Daily Planet and its files, I'll let you in on the ground
floor of this little to-do."

Lois' head shot up. "Now, I don't really think that we should let you, I
mean, what with source confidentiality and all, you can't..."

J.J. cut her off before she could gather a good head of steam. "Don't worry
your pretty little head about it, missy. Think it over for a few days. I
still need to check into my hotel tonight and check in with the writers ...
hash over a few details, you know."

He patted his lips with the napkin one last time, and swept away from the
table.

Lois dropped her head to her hands again and groaned. "Superman movie?"

Clark resumed his massage of her back. "Yep. I'm afraid so."

(zoomway)

"Clark how could this happen?  Don't get me wrong, I'm happy the flawless
Kent name has a black sheep for once, but.."

"Honey," Clark interrupted. "Do you remember Murray, Superman's agent?"

"Oh yuck."

"Okay, good, you remember him. Way back before you knew the secret, or
before
you fell in love with me," Clark continued, "Murray kind of talked Superman
into the idea of getting an option on movie rights."

Lois drummed her fingers on the table. "Superman should have told Lois Lane
who he was a long time ago. She'd have fired his agent."

Clark cleared his throat. "Anyway, it was kind of a bad time for me. I mean,
I was being sued by Calvin Dregg, I didn't have a lawyer, I was afraid I
might need a lot of money in a hurry, and ..."

Continued in part 3/5
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Laurie wrote:

>Ah, Labrat, you are just too small to see up to the top of the tree!

That's probably very true.

>It just >looks light because Clark is the strongest man on earth. Actually
it's
>lovely, milkywhite quartz, or limestone or some kind of shiny white stone.
>Whyever would you think Clark would give Lois something as mundane as
>store-bought plastic? And why would you think Lois would think that
>store-bought plastic would be something special?

~~~Well, very *expensive* plastic from a very *expensive* designer gift shop
kind of thing. <g> I'm obviously going to have to look closer though! Sounds
very nice. Which explains why Lois was so pleased. Which is something I
never understood before now. <G>

Perhaps you need your
>glasses adjusted--or just get rid of that leaded crystal altogether! <g>
>
How did you know I wear glasses? Okay - who's been telling tales? It's that
little runt of a hamster in that cage in the back row again, isn't it? I've
warned him before about that...
>
Sheila wrote:

LabRat, I always assumed that he carved it from a chunk of meteor.  Comet
occurred to me because it looked ice-like, but it would have melted all over
Lois's tree :)  I thought of a diamond, but there wouldn't have been
deposits of coal in space--although maybe he could have found some graphite,
then with a little application of superheat and pressure...

Thanks, Sheila! I *love* it. I had honestly just never given this too much
thought - apart from it always puzzling me that Lois was apparently so soft
as to believe he'd actually gotten a real star. <g> Which is what I'd always
assumed Clark's gesture meant! Like I say - didn't give it too much thought.
Making the star out of something else - something wonderful, like your
theories here, just didn't occur to me at all. I'm with Wendy - some shot of
this would have clarified what was always a rather ambiguous gesture from
Clark. For me anyway. But then - seems we were rather on the dumb side of
the Tempus Intelligence Scale there, since everyone else seems to have
spotted what he meant just fine. Sorry, Wendy. <G>

Wendy wrote:

Nice suggestion, Sheila. I wish they'd actually *shown* him making
it, though; like LabRat, I never found the 'pointing up' explanation
very helpful either. If they could film Clark catching Lois's ring in
space, surely they could show him moulding a chunk of meteor?

LabRat :) (Inspired to do something waffy with CF this evening, thinking
about that star....)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
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during the Battle of Spotsylvania in 1864.

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> TITLE: SUPERMAN: THE MOTION ... SICKNESS, or LET'S
> DO LUNCH
> PART: 5/5
> AUTHOR: An IRC Round Robin
> RATING: PG-13
> FEEDBACK: All comments public and private are
> welcome, but please no public
> editing.
> SUMMARY: Another story in our Unintentional Season.
> Lois discovers that not
> all the men in the Kent clan are quiet and mild
> mannered when Clark's
> bombastic *uncle* J.J. comes to town.
> ___________________
>

I just loved this one!  Thank you to all the talented writers.

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

I just love the knitting line in Part 10, and the aspirin for Ellen
line in Part 1.  The whole thing is incredibly funny and well-written.

Bravo, and encore.

Take a bow!

Irene
> (zoomway)
>
> "Come on, Martha," Lois added. "Now that I'm
> pregnant, I was kind of thinking
> of taking up knitting. Maybe you can give me some
> pointers."
>
> "All right, dear," Martha said, relief in her voice.
> "But I'll have to learn
> how first."
>
> "Okay, Jonny," J.J. said, and took a seat. "As
> usual, our old history clears
> the room faster than a bomb threat."
>
> "Joseph....Joe," Jonathan hesitated. He wasn't an
> angry man by nature, and so
> found confrontations, no matter how well deserved,
> difficult. "I can live
> with a lot of things you've done, pretended to do,
> and outright lied about,
> but not when it hurts my son and daughter-in-law."
>
> "Jonny, I wouldn't hurt Clark for the world. I love
> that boy, and his wife.
> She's a real spitfire. A perfect match to complement
> someone so
> mild-mannered," J.J. said, and truly seemed to mean
> the words. "I made a
> mistake a long time ago, and I can't seem to lie my
> way out of it, or honor
> myself back." He reached into his pocket and handed
> an envelope to Jon.
>
> Jonathan took the envelope reluctantly. "What's
> this, Joe? Deed to a gold
> mine on Mars? Phony oil...my lord," he whispered.
> "It's money," he said,
> leafing through the bills. "Hundreds of dollars."
>
> "Four thousand, eight hundred and sixty one
> dollars."
>
> "The old tractor you said you'd go halfs on, but..."
>
> "Left you holding the bill," J.J. said, finishing
> the sentence. "It took me
> ten years to get that amount, and whether you
> believe it or not, it's all
> legal money."
>
> (chrispat)
>
> Jonathan looked down at the money and back up at
> J.J. "I don't know what to
> say, Joe...I mean...after all these years..."
>
> "I'm really trying to change, Jon. I think I've
> finally grown up." He smiled
> wryly. "Took me long enough, didn't it?"  He stuck
> out his hand. "And I'm not
> trying to pull anything on Clark or Superman. I
> think this movie is going to
> be big. I wanted Clark to have a piece of it. I
> always had a soft spot for
> him, you know."
>
> Jonathan shook his head and then grasped J.J.'s
> hand. "Okay, Joe. I'll give
> you another chance, but you better not screw this
> one up."
>
> J.J. laughed. "I won't. Now let's go find the rest
> of the family."
>
> *   *   *
>
> Lois wandered into the kitchen the next morning to
> find  Jonathan, Martha and
> Clark deep in conversation. "Mmmm. What smells so
> good?"
>
> Clark jumped up and helped Lois into a chair at the
> table. "Mom made
> blueberry muffins, honey. Wait till you taste them."
>
> Martha set a plate in front of Lois and smiled as
> she watched her absently
> scratch her protruding stomach. "Oh my, Lois, honey,
> you certainly are big."
>
> Lois grimaced. "I know. I feel like..."
>
> "... a beached whale," Clark chimed in. He ducked as
> Lois swatted at him.
> "I've been hearing that every day for weeks," he
> laughed.
>
> "So what were you all talking about before I came
> in?"
>
> Clark grimaced. "We were going over the script."
>
> "And?"
>
> "Well, I'm not sure what's worse, the plot they've
> constructed, or the
> casting," Clark replied as he shook his head slowly.
>
> "What do you mean?"
>
> "Well, for one thing they want to cast Pamela
> Anderson Lee to play Zara."
>
> (zoomway)
>
> Jonathan smiled faintly. "She's a fairly good
> actress."
>
> Lois rolled her eyes. "If acting is measured in cup
> size, she's got an Oscar
> coming."
>
> "And," Clark said, oblivious to the conversation
> going on around him as he
> scanned the script. "Superman has a love affair with
> Ultra Woman..."
>
> "I like that," Lois smiled.
>
> "And with Zara."
>
> "Peter Johns is a dead man."
>
> "It's just a script, honey," Clark said, and
> continued to scan.
>
> "Then get to page 61."
>
> Clark flipped through the pages. "Uh...this scene
> with Lois and Superman?"
>
> "Right."
>
> Clark began to read aloud, "'I'll always love you,
> Superman, no man can
> replace you in my heart, but I've decided to settle
> for Clark, he --'
> ...*settle* for Clark?"
>
> "It's just a script, Clark."
>
> "It gets better." Lois shrugged. "Or worse,
> depending on your point of view."
>
> Clark continued to read as his eyebrows shot above
> his glasses. "They have me
> ... well, 'Clark' ... *accepting* the fact that
> you'll always love Superman.
> How pathetic do they think I am?"
>
> Lois flipped a few pages. "Jimmy saves your life
> four times in the script,
> Clark. Does that answer your question?"
>
> "Oh, my," Martha said and patted her son's shoulder.
> "Honey, you can't let
> this movie get made."
>
> "I know, Mom, but Peter Johns and Warner Bros. have
> the rights ... to me."
>
> "Who made out the contract, son? There has to be one
> if there's 'rights' to
> the story."
>
> Clark brightened. "Constance Hunter."
>
> Lois loosened his tie. "Maybe Superman better see
> his lawyer."
>
> *   *   *
>
> The men and women at the table in the conference
> room looked up as Superman
> entered accompanied by an attractive well-dressed
> woman
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> And LabRat responded:
>
> Yvonne, thank you, thank you, thank you! Just when I was trying to figure
> out how to work that one without mass announcements of my secret identity
so
> that everyone could send it to me.

Secret Identity, eh?  Ha!  I knew she wasn't really a lab rat.  I bet Doc
Klein's not really Scottish either, even if Metropolis doesn't exist in our
version of reality. < g>

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At 03:27 PM 06/09/99 EDT, The Zoomway wrote:
>In a message dated 9/6/99 12:44:48 PM Central Daylight Time,
>Larus2407@AOL.COM writes:
>
<big snip from other story>
**********
>That was the round robin explanation. There's a zillion others. In the
>comics, just the fact that Jor-El wanted to save his son at all would have
>seemed strange to his fellow Kryptonians. The Krypton of Jor-El's era (post
>86 continuity) was austere, logical and emotionless. Sort of an ersatz
planet
>Vulcan. Even conception had nothing to do with physical contact. Embryos
grew
>to term in matrix chambers, not their mothers' wombs. In fact, Jor-El sent
>his son to Earth while Kal-El was still developing in the matrix chamber.
He
>was literally "born" on Earth to the Kents.
>
>This was necessary because being born to Krypton meant you could never
leave.
>It was sort of the Hotel California of planets <g> Also, over the years and
>suffering the scars of ancient chemical warfare, Krypton was becoming toxic
>to its inhabitants. Krypton was becoming Kryptonite. The Kryptonians were
>dying.  Even had their planet not exploded, they would have died anyway.
>That's why fragments of the old home planet are lethal to Clark (again,
post
>86 continuity) Okay, so much for the comic book lesson today, class
dismissed
><g>
>
>Zoom

I always wondered why everyone believed that the NK people WERE from New
Krypton?  Just because they had powers like Superman, doesn't mean they're
>from the same place as him... Maybe they were Daxamites and it wasn't the
kryptonite that killed them in the end (ref. Ching not being affected by
the Kryptonite force field in the first/second? ep in the arc) but a long
term exposure to the lead in Metropolis' air?
(For those of you who don't read comics, Daxamites have the same powers as
Superman under a yellow sun, but are allergic to lead, as Superman is to
Kryptonite.)
They could have found out about Krypton and Jor-El by studying baby
Kal-El's ship when they found it.  Just because Clark couldn't read the
runes, doesn't mean THEY couldn't.  And the hologram of Jor-El looked very
different from the other time we saw him (forget the ep, sorry) so that
could have been manufactured by these "New Kryptonians" too!
Just food for thought...
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I wrote:

> > I can't remember all the items, but I'm sure one of them was Swiss
> chocolate. OK, so he can get to Switzerland in the blink of an eye,
> but didn't he have to go into a shop, possibly wait in a queue, and pay
> for the chocolate?  All this dressed as Superman?  With, or without,
> money? <

And Phil answered:
>
> <Groan> Yes, folcs, it's the old variable super-speed puzzle! The
> "real" answer is that the writers and producers tweaked Clark's speed
> to suit themselves (for instance, if Supes can get across the Pond _and
> back_ that quickly, why couldn't he fly to central Europe in _15
> seconds_ in ACOTOC? And why would _tunnelling_ there be quicker?
> Urghhh...

Just like the old variable kryptonite-effect puzzle - the first time he
encounters it, his powers are gone for about a day, but then when he gets
shot with a kryptonite bullet in ME, the wound seals up in no time at all
and then he's up and stopping the bad guys' tanker.

[snip beautifully thought-out detail of Clark's trip to buy chocolate]

I'll buy this, Phil, as long as Clark's been to Switzerland before <g>.
Otherwise how does he find the late-night Bureau de Change and then find the
late-night chocolate store/factory in time?

Debbie suggested:

***Being a closet chocoholic himself (not unlikely given that we saw that
Kryptonians seem to prefer junk food to pure, wholesome food) (which moms
viewing must have been upset about when their kids insisted "Well, *Supaman*
eats Twinkies!"), Superman had only to zip to Clark's apartment and break
into
the stash of chocolate that he keeps in the box on the floor of his
Supersuit
closet.***

Nice try, Debbie, but he's kind of cheating if he does this, isn't he?  He's
decided on impulse to fetch all the things Lois mentions - and she's clearly
telling him that she wouldn't expect him to fetch them from their country of
origin - so he's breaking his own 'rule', if you see what I mean.  Not very
Clark-like, I reckon ;)

I also said:
> > Another was snow from the Andes.  Maybe Phil can help me out with
> this one.
>

And Phil replied:

> Ah, fame.... You realise this stuff is delaying the S6 finale, don't
> you? <g> (not really).

Phew!  I don't fancy the angry battallions of S6-starved Folcs banging on my
door demanding to know why I delayed the master at work with such fripperies
;)

>
> > Just what happens to ice or snow when you travel at, or just under,
> the speed of light? Wouldn't it vaporise before he got it home? <
>
> This is an iffy one. Pre-Crisis, there wouldn't be a problem -- just
> wrap it in his super-cape and a nuke wouldn't bother it, much less air
> friction! (Rather odd, that, considering that the costume was supposed
> to have been knitted -- but I digress)

I'm lost - Pre-Crisis?

>These days, however, it takes
> somewhat more ingenuity. I kinda like Debby's hyperspace stash (see the
> Dawning series) -- the snow/chocolate/whatever isn't there, so kinetic
> heating can't affect it; the only problem is to get it moving fast
> enough to get it into the stash in the first place.
>
> Which brings us back to the original problem -- how can we stop the
> stuff from melting? Well, one thing we've got going for us is the fact
> that S moves so fast; there'll be a lot of heat generated, sure, but
> it'll only be there for a second or two, so there won't be time for
> more than, say, the outer surface of the snow or whatever to melt --
> the bigger the volume of the stuff, the less of it will be affected.
> Add to this the low temperatures that exist at high altitudes, and
> maybe we won't have too much of a problem.
>

And how about he brings back a *really* big lump of snow, so that it doesn't
matter if some of it melts away?

> I _think_. This is one of those questions that can't really be answered
> properly without running some numbers, and don't let anyone tell you
> otherwise. Clark could help matter by keeping himself between the snow
> and the worst of the heat, using his body as a shield (which might mean
> that he would be returning to Metropolis _backwards_, keeping the snow
> in a relatively low temperature lee region on his chest).

Bang goes my big chunk of snow idea, then.

> It might
> work, but don't ask me to pronounce any more positively without doing
> some fairly complex calculations.

The question is, how did Clark figure all this out so quickly?

Yvonne
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re. the star which Clark gave Lois

My take was that Clark was implying in some sort of fanciful way that
Superman had actually plucked a star from the heavens, and I interpreted
that as being an unusually large, conveniently-formed ice crystal.  Don't
ask me why it didn't melt ;)

Yvonne
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In a message dated 9/6/99 4:20:53 PM Central Daylight Time, yconnell@UKF.NET
writes:

<< My take was that Clark was implying in some sort of fanciful way that
 Superman had actually plucked a star from the heavens, and I interpreted
 that as being an unusually large, conveniently-formed ice crystal.  Don't
 ask me why it didn't melt ;) >>

I remember someone joking at the time the episode originally aired that when
Clark pointed "up" indicating that's where Superman got the ornament,
unbeknownst to Lois, the man who had the apartment above hers made and sold
Christmas ornaments <g>

Zoom

"If you're wondering how he eats and breathes
and other science facts
Just repeat to yourself,
"It's just a show, I should really just relax,
For Mystery Science Theater 3000."
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Very good fic! I loved it! But one question...who would have played Lois?
LoL
I was curious through the whole thing!

Stephani
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At 07:13 AM 9/7/1999 +1000, Jen jenerator@ozemail.com.au wrote:
>I always wondered why everyone believed that the NK people WERE from New
>Krypton?  Just because they had powers like Superman, doesn't mean they're
>>from the same place as him... Maybe they were Daxamites and it wasn't the
>kryptonite that killed them in the end
<snip>
>They could have found out about Krypton and Jor-El by studying baby
>Kal-El's ship when they found it.  Just because Clark couldn't read the
>runes, doesn't mean THEY couldn't.
<snip>
>Just food for thought...

Oooo, I *love* this explanation.  I could never figure out why a  basically
nice guy like Clark could have come from the same species as those NK
twirps.  If they weren't the same species, that would explain it:)

Margaret

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Yvonne wrote:

><< My take was that Clark was implying in some sort of fanciful way that
> Superman had actually plucked a star from the heavens, and I interpreted
> that as being an unusually large, conveniently-formed ice crystal.  Don't
> ask me why it didn't melt ;) >>
>

This has to be one of those weird UK/US anomolies. We UKers didn't get the
joke and those in the US did. Weird..... <g>

>I remember someone joking at the time the episode originally aired that
when
>Clark pointed "up" indicating that's where Superman got the ornament,
>unbeknownst to Lois, the man who had the apartment above hers made and sold
>Christmas ornaments <g>
>
ROTFLMAO! Zoom, it was worth all those years of puzzlement just to hear
that. ;)

LabRat (still chuckling)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
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"They couldn't hit an elephant from this dist...." The final words of
General John Sedgwick, spoken while looking over the parapet at enemy lines
during the Battle of Spotsylvania in 1864.

"You will never amount to very much." - Munich Schoolmaster to Albert
Einstein, aged 10.

>Zoom
>
>"If you're wondering how he eats and breathes
>and other science facts
>Just repeat to yourself,
>"It's just a show, I should really just relax,
>For Mystery Science Theater 3000."
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Date:         Mon, 6 Sep 1999 19:54:39 -0400
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Not really any big spoilers here, but....

I've been spending a good deal of this overcast, rainy Labor Day reading
fanfic wherever I could find it.  I just wanted to tell you, Wendy, that
I enjoyed your story, "Penfriend," VERY much.  Wish there had been a lot
more correspondence between "Scribe" and "Tornado." Is "pen friend" what
they call pen pals in the U.K. or did you make that term up?

I must admit, I have a soft spot for the situation in which you put Lois
and Clark.  I have always found the old-fashioned act of letter writing,
which is romantic in and of itself, an appealing setting for real
romance (keep thinking of Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning -- among
others -- or even the more platonic relationship between Helene Hanff
and Frank Doel in "84 Charing Cross Road"). In fact, my first serious
romance when I was in college began with a letter -- back when snail
mail was basically the only game in town. So, I sighed a lot through
your story.<g>

I wonder if you've read Nan McCarthy's three "novels," about an e-mail
romance: "chat :-)," "connect }:-)," and "crash ;-)". (Those little
emoticons are a part of each title.)  Surprisingly, I kind of enjoyed
them -- or actually just downed them like popcorn.  I say surprisingly
because they're not high literature in *any* sense and are somewhat
magazine-ish: they're tiny and a really fast read. (I actually almost
completed one during an appointment at a beauty salon.)  They're also
written totally in an e-mail format.  I don't know whether I'm
recommending them or not,<g> but I would say the ending of the last one
certainly grabbed me and I keep hoping, in spite of myself, that the
author will write another.

Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
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where can I find "Penfirend" to read?
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In the fanfic section at http://www.zoomway.com/boards/ you'll find this
story and more.  A veritable treasure trove of material, much of which
hasn't been posted to the list.

Cindy

"Stephani E. VanWert" wrote:

> where can I find "Penfirend" to read?
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>I wonder if you've read Nan McCarthy's three "novels," about an e-mail
>romance: "chat :-)," "connect }:-)," and "crash ;-)". (Those little
>emoticons are a part of each title.)  Surprisingly, I kind of enjoyed
>them -- or actually just downed them like popcorn.  I say surprisingly
>because they're not high literature in *any* sense and are somewhat
>magazine-ish: they're tiny and a really fast read. (I actually almost
>completed one during an appointment at a beauty salon.)  They're also
>written totally in an e-mail format.  I don't know whether I'm
>recommending them or not,<g> but I would say the ending of the last one
>certainly grabbed me and I keep hoping, in spite of myself, that the
>author will write another.
>
>Sandy
>smcdermin@erols.com

These sound interesting, Sandy. Where should I look to find them?

Melisma
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Melisma wrote:
>
> >I wonder if you've read Nan McCarthy's three "novels," about an e-mail
> >romance: "chat :-)," "connect }:-)," and "crash ;-)". (Those little
> >emoticons are a part of each title.)  Surprisingly, I kind of enjoyed
> >them -- or actually just downed them like popcorn.  I say surprisingly
> >because they're not high literature in *any* sense and are somewhat
> >magazine-ish: they're tiny and a really fast read. (I actually almost
> >completed one during an appointment at a beauty salon.)  They're also
> >written totally in an e-mail format.  I don't know whether I'm
> >recommending them or not,<g> but I would say the ending of the last one
> >certainly grabbed me and I keep hoping, in spite of myself, that the
> >author will write another.
> >
> >Sandy
> >smcdermin@erols.com
>
> These sound interesting, Sandy. Where should I look to find them?
>
> Melisma

Well, one place is right on Amazon.  They're going for $4.80 a piece --
as I said, they're not voluminous and the whole thing could have been
done in one book. The address is:

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/generic-quicksearch-query/002-8416365-9472408

The reviews posted are very mixed, which reflects my own feelings.  But,
frankly, I really began to take to the characters. <shrug.> I'd highly
recommend being careful about reading the reviews and NOT reading the
reviews for the last book, although those are the most favorable.  One
jerk -- I mean reviewer -- spoils the ending and *you don't want to be
spoiled.*

Sandy, E-Mail Queen for the Day
smcdermin@erols.com
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Sorry, the URL doesn't seem to want to work.  Just go to Amazon and put
the author's name in the search engine.

http://www.amazon.com/

Melisma wrote:
>
> >I wonder if you've read Nan McCarthy's three "novels," about an e-mail
> >romance: "chat :-)," "connect }:-)," and "crash ;-)". (Those little
> >emoticons are a part of each title.)  Surprisingly, I kind of enjoyed
> >them -- or actually just downed them like popcorn.  I say surprisingly
> >because they're not high literature in *any* sense and are somewhat
> >magazine-ish: they're tiny and a really fast read. (I actually almost
> >completed one during an appointment at a beauty salon.)  They're also
> >written totally in an e-mail format.  I don't know whether I'm
> >recommending them or not,<g> but I would say the ending of the last one
> >certainly grabbed me and I keep hoping, in spite of myself, that the
> >author will write another.
> >
> >Sandy
> >smcdermin@erols.com
>
> These sound interesting, Sandy. Where should I look to find them?
>
> Melisma

Well, one place is right on Amazon.  They're going for $4.80 a piece --
as I said, they're not voluminous and the whole thing could have been
done in one book. The address is:

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/generic-quicksearch-query/002-8416365-9472408

The reviews posted are very mixed, which reflects my own feelings.  But,
frankly, I really began to take to the characters. <shrug.> I'd highly
recommend being careful about reading the reviews and NOT reading the
reviews for the last book, although those are the most favorable.  One
jerk -- I mean reviewer -- spoils the ending and *you don't want to be
spoiled.*

Sandy, E-Mail Queen for the Day
smcdermin@erols.com
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Hey Folcies!

I have this *huge* Warm and Fuzzy Feeling
thing going on right now, and it's all thanks
to Sandy and Wendy.

I just finished reading "The Penfriend"
at zoom's boards.  Now, I have to confess,
and, I hope you are sitting, because this
will be a shocker, but, this is my First,
Wendy, Fanfiction-Goddess-of-Waffyness
and-Gleaming Glows, story.

I had never read *any* of Wendy's fanfics
(incredible yet, sadly true) and Goodness
Gracious, what a way to begin!

Thank you Sandy for the recommendation!!
(I have these longing wishes that all these
LnC thoughts are stirring those lovely
recesses in your brain your Fanfic Genes
are located and will somehow lead to another
LnC story from you....Clois like <subtle hint> ;o))

This is such a sweet tale and *SO* well
told, the interweaving of the episode
moments and the culmination of everything
at the end, it was just spectacular :o)

I too, am a sucker for penpal stories,
which is why I am totally enamored
of all three versions of the movie
"The Shop Around the Corner"
(aka In the Good Ole Summertime,
aka You've Got Mail)

Wendy, dearest, I bow before
thy greatness.

Maggie
still gleaming :o)
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Eileen and all the round robin writers - I enjoyed your story - you do such
a good
job at taking a thought and running with it as a group
keep up the good writing
merry

Eileen F. Ray wrote:

> TITLE: SUPERMAN: THE MOTION ... SICKNESS, or LET'S DO LUNCH
>
> PART: 1/5
>
> AUTHOR: An IRC Round Robin by: Misha(mhall@sound.net);
> zoomway(zoomway@aol.com); chrispat(cp13607@aol.com);
> Eraygun(Eraygun@aol.com)
>
> RATING: PG-13
>
> FEEDBACK: All comments public and private are welcome, but please no
public
> editing.
>
> SUMMARY:Another story in our Unintentional Season. Lois discovers that not
> all the men in the Kent clan are quiet and mild mannered when Clark's
> bombastic *uncle* J.J. comes to town.
> _____________________
>
> [Eraygun]
>
> Lois sighed as she approached the revolving doors that led into the lobby
of
> the Daily Planet building.  They had been a part of her life since the day
> she'd come to work there almost ten years ago. There were pleasant
memories
> involving them mostly, and some more than pleasant, like those times she
and
> Clark had shared a section designed for one. But now ? Now they were out
to
> get her, she thought, her and her incredibly expanding middle.
>
> Clark grinned and held the glass panels still as Lois maneuvered carefully
> between them. He'd suggested that she go in through the regular door which
> was to one side, but she'd refused. She pushed and the door slowly
revolved.
> Stepping out into the lobby, she smiled with satisfaction as he followed
her
> through and picked up the conversation they'd been having in the jeep on
the
> way to work.
>
> "Okay, both sets of parents know and I called Lucy, so that just leaves
the
> gang here to break the news to." Lois' tone was brisk. As usual, she was
> treating each event surrounding this pregnancy as a task to be
accomplished,
> a hurdle to get over. It was her way of dealing with the overwhelming fact
> that she was going to be a mother in a very short time.
>
> Clark pulled Lois close and pushed the button for the elevator. He was
still
> a little dazed every time he thought about Lois carrying twins. Now that
he
> knew what to listen for, he could hear the two hearts beating in unison,
and
> he wondered again at how lucky they were. They had feared there would
never
> be even one baby, and instead there were going to be two.
>
> "I can't believe that my Mom and Dad had already guessed you were going to
> have twins,"  Clark said in amazement.
>
> "It was good deductive reasoning on their part."  Lois grinned. "Maybe
they'd
> like to temporarily take our place as the Planet's lead investigative team
> while we're out on parental leave."
>
> Clark chuckled. "Mom might get a real kick out of that."
>
> "I know she would."
>
> "But I have to admit I was a little disappointed that they figured it out.
I
> really wanted to surprise them."
>
> "I know, sweetheart, but my parents more than made up for it. At least my
Dad
> did."
>
> Clark nodded in agreement.  "That's true. I don't think I've ever seen
your
> father that flabbergasted before."
>
> "Or that happy. I just wish I could say the same for Mother."
>
> "Now, honey, she looked happy to me."
>
> "I think stunned, shocked and in need of oxygen would be a better
> description, Clark. Good thing we'd already stocked up on aspirin."
>
> *   *   *
>
> As Clark shepherded Lois down the ramp and to her desk, Jimmy met them and
> took Lois' briefcase. The routine of getting her settled was a ritual now,
> and Lois no longer objected to being treated like a fragile flower that
> couldn't hang up her own coat or get her own juice. She smiled indulgently
at
> both of them, and then eyed the clutch of papers on Jimmy's hand.
>
> "What's that? The research I asked for on Mindy Church's current holdings
in
> scientific research institutes?"
>
> Jimmy looked a little embarrassed and held the papers out of Lois' reach.
>
> "Ah, well, no, actually. These are the latest betting pool slips."
>
> Clark frowned. "Betting pool? Since when are you running it? I thought
that
> was Frank's baby."
>
> "Baby is the right word --"
>
> "Jimmy! What are you standing around for? I sent you down to mark-up
fifteen
> minutes ago!" Perry walked over and glared at Jimmy, then turned the glare
on
> the slips of paper in his hand. "What the Sam Hill is that?"
>
> "Sorry, Chief. I was just telling CK  and Lois. It's the betting pool on
> their baby. Date, sex, name... don't you think James Kent has a real nice
> ring to it?"
>
> Clark chuckled. "And if it's a girl?"
>
> Jimmy frowned. "Oh, well, just in case, Jamie Kent works too."
>
> "Well..." Lois glanced up at Clark with a conspiratorial wink "...has
anyone
> bet on the number?"
>
> "Number? Like, more than one?" Jimmy ventured, his eyes growing round.
>
> Lois nodded.
>
> "Great shades of Elvis! Lois, are you having twins?"  Perry shouted. He
> grinned with delight, and drew Lois to her feet to hug her. He released
her
> and settled her back into her chair, then grabbed Clark in a bear hug too,
> pounding him on his back.
>
> Everyone in the newsroom turned to look, and then the babble of 'What did
> Perry say? Lois is having twins?' rose around them, as many of the
staffers
> headed toward Lois' desk.
>
> Jimmy dug quickly in his pocket, and consulted a notebook. "Dang! Ricki
down
> in Research just won a bundle!"
>
> "Never mind the betting pool," Perry said. "Have you two decided on any
names
> yet?"
>
> Lois sighed. "Not really. We haven't even been able to come up with one
boy's
> name and one girl's name. Now we have to come up with two of each!"
>
> Clark grinned. "Hershey and Godiva are beginning to look pretty good right
> now," he added sheepishly.
>
> "Great!" Jimmy interjected. "I've still got a chance to win the rest of
the
> money in the pool." Perry looked at him repressively.
>
> "To tell you the truth, darlin', I always thought you two might name your
> baby after Superman."
>
> "Really, Perry?"
>
> Perry nodded.
>
> "Kal-El Kent?" Clark grimaced slightly as he said the name out loud.
>
> "I think it has kind of a ring to it," Jimmy interrupted.
>
> Lois and Clark glared in Jimmy's direction.
>
> "Or maybe not." Jimmy backed away. "Got to get down to mark-up ... see you
> guys later?"
>
> Perry chuckled as Jimmy disappeared, then asked, "So what have you got for
me
> on this story you said you wanted to do? The Mindy Church thing? I'm still
> not sure there's anything there, but your instincts are good, and we have
the
> Merriwethers and Kerths to prove it." He looked pleased at the thought.
>
> Clark started to reply, when that familiar arrested expression appeared on
> his face.
>
> Lois patted his arm. "Clark, hadn't you better get going? You were
supposed
> to meet -- um, Bobby Bigmouth, weren't you?"
>
> Clark nodded. "Yes, I was. Got to go, see you later, back as soon as I
can,
> Chief." He was halfway across the newsroom before Perry could answer.
>
> "We're working on it, Chief," Lois said brightly.
>
> Perry nodded. "Well, don't work too hard, either of you. Journalism awards
> are great, but, well, great shades of Elvis! Twins!" He beamed at Lois.
"I'm
> going to go call Alice right now. She'll be tickled to death at this
news."
>
> (Misha)
>
> Beneath the overhanging globe, pedestrians hurried past the man who stood
on
> the street corner looking up. A few glanced up, noted that his attention
was
> directed upwards, and dismissed him as a tourist. A bus roared past,
setting
> loose papers and leaves to dancing.
>
> A second whoosh roared over the crowd, and this time, most of the crowd
> paused, looked up briefly, and continued. This time, though, most of them
had
> a secret smile hovering at the corner of their mouths.
>
> The man grinned happily around him and entered the Daily Planet building.
>
> *   *   *
>
> Lois leaned back from her computer. She placed her hands at the small of
her
> back and groaned. Her bulging belly rippled as one of her children again
> protested the change in posture.
>
> "Hey, Lois, is Clark still out with that source?" Jimmy hooked the little
> stool under Lois' desk and dragged it under her feet.
>
> "Thanks Jimmy." Lois sighed and propped up her feet. "No, he's still out.
> Bobby wanted double chocolate eclairs, and only Clark knows where to get
> them." In a little bakery in Quebec, of all places, but as long as he
brought
> her one, she'd... one of the babies kicked ... they'd be happy.
>
> "Oh. Well, this guy's coming up, he says he's Clark's uncle."
>
> Lois frowned, but declined to lean forward. "That's funny. Both Martha and
> Jonathan are only children."
>
> Jimmy shrugged. "He passed through security okay. You want me to hang
around?"
>
> "No, that's okay, Jimmy. It would take a crane to get me out of this chair
> anyway. I think that would be enough to foil a kidnapper."
>
> Jimmy grinned at that and continued his trip to the copy room. Lois sighed
> and dragged her keyboard a little closer, tapping at the keys one-handed.
>
> A few heavily typoed paragraphs later, she gave up and watched a portly,
> gray-haired man make his way across the newsroom. He paused in front of
> Clark's desk, then turned to her.
>
> "I say there, Missy. Can you tell me where Clark Kent has wandered off
to?"
>
> "He'll be back fairly soon, Mr...?" Lois trailed off, fishing.
>
> "Kent. J.J. Kent." He beamed and held his hand out to her. "I'm Clark's
> uncle."
>
> Lois smiled politely and let him shake her hand as if she were delicate
> porcelain. "I'm Lois Lane." Her smile turned sweet. "I'm Clark's wife."
>
> Continued in 2/5
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Maggie, what do you mean you haven't read Wendy's stories??  You have
been missing *wonderful* stuff!  Take it from me, her Number 1 Fan <g>,
Wendy is a Fanfic Goddess, and you will love all her stories.
--
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"Nah, it's just some guy in a pair of tights and a cape"
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Speaking of fanfic from Zoom's message boards...

The Quest
by Mulder and Jernigan
or Jernigan and Mulder
(depending on who you think the straight man is <g>--says Chris)
(neither one of us, from what I can tell <g>--says Pam)

Lois and Clark pulled up in front of their brownstone with thankful
sighs.  It had been quite a day and they were looking forward to
spending some "quality" time together tonight.  Their son had gotten the
second in a series of health department ordained vaccinations at his
recent well-baby check-up and had been fussy for the past couple of
days.  Not only had Lois and Clark been short on sleep because of it,
but they hadn't had any opportunity for the kind of close, intensely
physical, and deeply satisfying, contact they both craved and enjoyed
together.  By some unspoken agreement, however, they'd each come to the
same conclusion--that tonight was going to be the night their brief
period of enforced celibacy would end!

They mounted the stairs in record time, anxious to thank Lois's mother
for babysitting, and then to eject her from the premises as politely,
albeit as expeditiously, as possible.  Of course Ellen wasn't going to
make it easy for them.  Oh, no!  It was almost, Lois thought with
exasperation, as if Ellen somehow knew just how badly her daughter and
son-in-law wanted to be alone.

Gradually they eased her towards the door, with Ellen talking the whole
time about how good the baby had been, what he'd eaten and how often
he'd smiled or napped or filled his diaper.  "He was just a perfect
angel, Lois."

"Yes, Mother."

"Much better than Lucy was as that age, let me tell you."

"Some other time, please, Mother."

"Not that I would ever tell Lucy that, though."

"Of course not, Mother."

"And she did grow out of it ... eventually."

"Yes, Mother."  ...  "No, Mother."  ...

I don't care, Mother.  ...  I want to rip the clothes off my husband and
have my way with him, Mother.  ...  Please leave, Mother.  ...

"What did you say, Lois, dear?"

Oh, God, had she actually said that out loud?  "Nothing, Mother.  I'm
just tired.  Thanks again for babysitting.  Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Lois.  Goodnight, Clark."

Good, Lois thought, she's leaving ... she's almost out the door ...
she's over the threshold ... she's ... she's .... she's coming back!

"Oh, and one more thing.  Some people came by today, collecting stuff
for a charity auction.  I gave them that hideous thing from your bedside
table, Lois.  God know what you'd want with it--it didn't go with your
room's decor at all.  I never could understand why you've kept it all
this time, even if it was a wedding present.  Heaven knows, I had to
hide some of the stuff your father and I got when we got married.  Some
of it was perfectly horri--"

It suddenly dawned on Ellen that her two listeners weren't saying
anything.  In fact, they looked as if they'd been shot, stuffed and
mounted, standing there, staring at her with their mouths hanging open
like that.  "What!" she exclaimed.

Lois jerked out of her trance.  "But that was--!  I mean, Clark and--!"
Words failed her.  "We *need* that!"

* * * *

"How could she do that?" Lois exclaimed for the fiftieth time.

"I don't know, honey," her long-suffering husband replied, his attention
on the road ahead.

"What are we going to do if we can't find it?"

Well, not much tonight, that's for sure, Clark muttered to himself,
morosely.  Out loud he said, however, "We'll find it, don't worry."

"I'll try not to, but ...  How could she do that?"

Clark sighed, and shook his head.  "I don't know, honey.  Check the map
for me, will you," he asked, in a praiseworthy attempt to distract her.
"We must be getting close."

He was right.  A couple more turns and they pulled up in front of the
east side Goodworks Resale Shop.  This was the fourth such place they'd
visited that evening.  Things would have been easier if Ellen could
remember just who'd she'd so blissfully donated their belongings to.  As
it was, they'd already visited the resale stores for  the Salvation
Platoon, the Veterans of Wars To End All Wars, and the Ladies Oversees
Aid Society.  They were running out of options.

Once again they came away disappointed.  A pickup had been made in their
neighborhood that day, apparently, but not from their house, and so the
object they were searching for remained elusively hidden.  They thanked
the helpful, but curious, lady behind the counter and turned to leave,
but she called them back to make a suggestion.  It seemed that the
Coates Orphanage was having a White Elephant Sale and Spaghetti Dinner
in their auditorium that evening.  Maybe what they were looking for was
there.

Lois and Clark looked at each other, thanked the woman once again, and
set off to the other side of town.

"Thank goodness your parents could take care of the baby for us on such
short notice, Clark.  Maybe we should clone them and replace my parents
with the clones."

Clark looked over where Lois sat, slumped dejectedly in her seat,
watching the darkened streets as they drove to their next destination.

"Now, Lois ... honey, you know you don't really mean that."

She had to think about it a minute.

"No, I guess I don't.  But this is just about the last straw, Clark.
Mother has been after me about that thing ever since she first laid eyes
on it the night of our anniversary party.  Remember?  The downstairs
bathroom and the one in the hall upstairs were all full, and so she used
the one off our bedroom.  That's when she spotted it, and she's harped
on it ever since.  It didn't matter that I'd told her it was a present
>from a dear friend.  Nothing mattered, except that it didn't match the
curtains!  Parents!"

She lapsed into silence once more, and Clark returned his full attention
to his driving.  Ellen could be exasperating, that's for sure, but he'd
never before entertained the notion that she was actively malevolent.
Of course, she couldn't have known the purpose of the object she'd so
blithely given away to a total stranger, but one did have to wonder
sometimes if she wasn't karmically bad news.

What they were searching for wasn't at Coates, either, nor could anyone
remember whether or not it had ever been there.  The staff and kids of
the orphanage remembered Lois and Clark, however, and their friendship
with Superman, and so it wasn't easy to break away.  The only things
they got out of the visit were a few messages for the Man of Steel, a
lead about a charity auction at St. Theresa's and a small
spaghetti-stained handprint on Lois's second best pair of white slacks.

The Mother Superior at St. Theresa's couldn't help them much, but one of
the women who was helping to clean up the school hall volunteered that
she thought she'd seen something resembling their lost item, but she
couldn't say who might have bought it.  Clark thanked the women for
their help and then put his arm around Lois to guide her back out to the
car.

Once outside Lois began to sniffle, so Clark put both arms around her
and pulled her into a hug.  "It will be all right, sweetie.  I'll talk
to Dr. Klein tomorrow about getting a replacement, and this time we'll
keep it hidden from your mother and only bring it out when we need it."

Lois held on to him tightly, feeling very sorry for herself, and Clark.
"Tell him to make it something *tasteful* this time."

Clark had to grin at the tone in her voice and the scowl on her face.
"I'll be sure and mention it," he assured her.

"How could she *do* this?  I always knew she hated it, but I didn't
think she'd do anything like this!  I mean, I couldn't explain it to
her--what was I going to say?  'Mother, we need to have a tiny bit of
Kryptonite around so that Clark can make love to me without hurting
me?'  I could just see her face if I said that!"  She sighed, running
out of rant.  "I just wanted this night to be special."

"Well, it was special ... in our own unique way," Clark told her.

She looked up at him, a quizzical expression on her face.

"Sure, Lois.  We got to spend time together that didn't involve chasing
after dangerous criminals, and without any calls for you-know-who.  The
baby got to be with his grandparents, and they with him.  And," he added
mischievously, "I wouldn't have missed the expression on Sister
Cecilia's face just now for anything."

Lois had to giggle at that, and now that she thought about it, they'd
gotten several strange looks tonight. "Me either.  I guess it is a weird
thing for two people to be running all over town looking for."

He tightened his hold on her briefly, and kissed her forehead.  "Come
on, let's go home."

"Okay."

They walked hand in hand to the car.  Clark held the door for Lois, then
leant down to kiss her before closing it.  She watched him walk around
to the driver's side and thought about how much she loved him, so
naturally she had to show him, kissing him as soon as he'd gotten in the
seat.  They clasped hands again, and kissed one more time, before Clark
started the engine and turned the car towards home.

About two blocks from the church, they had to wait at a light.  Lois was
looking idly out the window, not really paying much attention to what
was there but, just as the light changed, she jerked upright in the seat
and yelled for Clark to stop the car.  He pulled over obediently enough
and tried to figure out what had so excited her.  Looking in the
direction of her pointing finger, he finally understood.

Thirty minutes later they were backing out of the cafe, thanking their
benefactors once again, with smiles and handshakes all around, the proud
re-possessors of their lost object.  Lois was clutching it to her
breast, as if afraid someone was going to wrest it from her, although
Clark would have felt sorry for anyone who would have tried to take
anything away from Lois that she didn't want them to have.

Safely back in the car, Lois held up the tacky glass and plastic
cylinder ecstatically.  Clark couldn't help but grin in admiration of
her sheer tenacity and gall.  "You were wonderful, Lois!  The story you
told them was amazing."

The retro-60's cafe hadn't wanted to let go of their new decoration and
Lois, with Clark occasionally chiming in, had had to do some fast
talking.

"You weren't so bad yourself," she said, graciously including him in the
ranks of the chosen.

"Thank you, ma'am, but I think it was the fact that you were able to
identify it so completely, right down to that dent on one side, that
convinced them it was really ours to begin with."

Lois touched that dent softly with one fingertip, fondly remembering a
particular night of passion when she'd accidentally knocked it from its
usual place on the nightstand.  "Well, this thing is a piece of Kent
family history, now.  We couldn't let anything happen to it."

"You're absolutely right, Mrs. Kent."  He took her hand and kissed it,
looking longingly at her.  "So, what do you say we take it home and ..."

She picked up on his train of thought with ease.  "Try it out?  Just to
make sure it's still working properly, you mean?  I'm all yours."

Clark wasted no time starting the car and getting them home.  Once
there, Lois replaced their hard-won prize on the nightstand, plugged it
in, and turned it on.  A faint green glow illuminated an otherwise dark
room, where the only sounds were those of clothing hastily removed,
mixed with sighs, giggles and throaty murmurs, and an occasional plop
>from the direction of the bedside table, as the little Kryptonite lava
lamp (courtesy of Dr. Klein's magic shop of accessories for
super-heroes) did it's job.

The End
September 1999

[Author's note: back in 2nd or 3rd season, there was a heated debate
about whether or not Clark would be able to make love to Lois without,
um, damaging her.  One of the theories was that they should keep a tiny
sliver of Kryptonite around so that Clark would be "powered down" enough
to make things safe.  Chris & Pam were chatting about this bit of
history, and this story was born...]
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And take it from me, another of her Number One Fans - get out there and
look up ALL her work... It's worth it. Oh, and there is a Wendy's Number
One Fan Club, you know, and we are taking memberships :)

Melisma

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>Maggie, what do you mean you haven't read Wendy's stories??  You have
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>Wendy is a Fanfic Goddess, and you will love all her stories.
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I have become prescient . . . I predict on of you wonderful fanfic writers
will throw together a story based on this.

/me genuflecting to the wonderful fanfic writers "I am not worthy!" <g>

Seriously, it would be cool???

--StarKitty

>From: Margaret Brignell <brignell@SYMPATICO.CA>
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>Date: Mon, 6 Sep 1999 19:05:56 -0400
>
>At 07:13 AM 9/7/1999 +1000, Jen jenerator@ozemail.com.au wrote:
> >I always wondered why everyone believed that the NK people WERE from New
> >Krypton?  Just because they had powers like Superman, doesn't mean
>they're
> >from the same place as him... Maybe they were Daxamites and it wasn't the
> >kryptonite that killed them in the end
><snip>
> >They could have found out about Krypton and Jor-El by studying baby
> >Kal-El's ship when they found it.  Just because Clark couldn't read the
> >runes, doesn't mean THEY couldn't.
><snip>
> >Just food for thought...
>
>Oooo, I *love* this explanation.  I could never figure out why a  basically
>nice guy like Clark could have come from the same species as those NK
>twirps.  If they weren't the same species, that would explain it:)
>
>Margaret
>
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Wendy,
what a wonderful, wonderful story! You know I like all your storiey, but
this one is going straight into my Kerth-folder (that's the folder where
I keep all my nominations for next year's Kerth <g> to avoid the stress
I had this year!)!
I loved the letters and emails "tornado" and "scribe" exchanged and the
"revelation" scene at the end was so touching.
Definitely a 'must read' story and I hope it will be posted to the
archive soon, too!
take care
Nicole
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On Mon, 6 Sep 1999 19:54:39 -0400 Sandy McDermin=20
<smcdermin@EROLS.COM> wrote:

>=20
> I've been spending a good deal of this overcast, rainy Labor Day reading
> fanfic wherever I could find it.  I just wanted to tell you, Wendy, that
> I enjoyed your story, "Penfriend," VERY much.

Sandy, and everyone else who's commented on this, thank you very=20
much! It was a wonderful surprise to come into work today and find=20
all this discussion about 'The Penfriend.'

Yes, 'penfriend' is the term which would be used over here. I did=20
actually consider calling the story 'Pen-Pals' originally, but=20
decided I didn't like the title!

> Wish there had been a lot
> more correspondence between "Scribe" and "Tornado."=20

Me too, me too <g> Problem is, I had to be very careful in framing=20
the correspondence so as not to give any salient information away.=20
And the remainder of the content of their correspondence would have=20
referred to gossip, literature and film references and so on - apart=20
>from requiring me to do far more research on contemporary=20
events/publications in the US of 1993/4, it would have been boring=20
for a lot of readers, I imagine.

Yes, I love '84 Charing Cross Road' as well; I've never read the=20
McCarthy books, mainly because when I saw them in a local bookshop I=20
decided I was *not* going to pay =A34.99 each for three tiny pamphlets!=20
But another book I did read recently, and thoroughly recommend, is=20
Terry Prone's 'Racing the Moon;' you might enjoy it, Sandy. Trouble=20
is, from what I see on Amazon.com, it's only available in hardback in=20
the US at the moment.=20

But quite apart from my own delight today, I'm very pleased to see=20
the fiction on Zoom's MBs getting mentioned. There's a lot of good=20
stuff getting posted over there. Some of it - Pam's two vignettes,=20
Irene's 'Shaken Not Stirred' for example - has been posted over here=20
as well, and I hope all of it will end up on the Archive. My longer=20
stories certainly will - 'Penfriend' will get sent off once I don't=20
feel so embarrassed about my personal editing backlog <g>. But I do=20
recommend that anyone who hasn't read Pam's 'A Fate Worse than Death'=20
or Mel's ongoing 'Truth or Consequences,' or on the nfic board,=20
Jane's 'Ink Marks the Spot' should get over and READ them! And I also=20
thoroughly recommend the work of a nwe writer, Tank Wilson. Apart=20
>from some vignettes, Tank has written two stories which will haunt=20
you: 'The Future not Now' and 'Love Disabled.' I'd have to give a=20
serious WHAM warning for both of these, but Tank just writes 'em so=20
well.

Thanks again for the compliments!

Wendy
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Wendy Richards wrote:
>
> On Mon, 6 Sep 1999 19:54:39 -0400 Sandy McDermin
> <smcdermin@EROLS.COM> wrote:

> But quite apart from my own delight today, I'm very pleased to see
> the fiction on Zoom's MBs getting mentioned.

Well, that's because it's not here.  (Why is it not here?)

> There's a lot of good
> stuff getting posted over there. Some of it - Pam's two vignettes,
> Irene's 'Shaken Not Stirred' for example - has been posted over here
> as well, and I hope all of it will end up on the Archive. My longer
> stories certainly will - 'Penfriend' will get sent off once I don't
> feel so embarrassed about my personal editing backlog <g>. But I do
> recommend that anyone who hasn't read Pam's 'A Fate Worse than Death'
> or Mel's ongoing 'Truth or Consequences,' or on the nfic board,
> Jane's 'Ink Marks the Spot' should get over and READ them! And I also
> thoroughly recommend the work of a nwe writer, Tank Wilson. Apart
> from some vignettes, Tank has written two stories which will haunt
> you: 'The Future not Now' and 'Love Disabled.' I'd have to give a
> serious WHAM warning for both of these, but Tank just writes 'em so
> well.

To be honest, I prefer this list rather than the boards, because the
stories and discussion come right into my mailbox and it's so much
easier to use -- especially for a reader. That's why I hope this list
isn't left high and dry (and why I commented on your story here.)

As for n-fic, I haven't read any since it's all become password
protected, so I hope people continue to post to the Debby list so I can
get my hands on that too.  I miss reading n-fic a great deal and look
forward to seeing the one you mention above one day.

Back to work after having five days off.  I'm so depressed.

Sandy
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Zoom, Eileen, Chris and Misha - this was hilarious. I loved the
references to a certain actor we all know and don't want to play
Superman. The 'script' was a scream - Jimmy saving Clark's life four
times!! And there were so many more points where I had to pause for
laughter.

Just one question: what on earth's a 'wedgie,' in the context of the
Vietnam War?

Wendy

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At 01:45 PM 07/09/99 +0100, Wendy Richards wrote:
>Zoom, Eileen, Chris and Misha - this was hilarious. I loved the
>references to a certain actor we all know and don't want to play
>Superman. The 'script' was a scream - Jimmy saving Clark's life four
>times!! And there were so many more points where I had to pause for
>laughter.

I agree!

>
>Just one question: what on earth's a 'wedgie,' in the context of the
>Vietnam War?

I got the impression it meant that the way JJ was lifted up, his jocks
(undies? briefs? boxers? whatever!) got uh... wedged uncomfortably (I'm not
sure how else to phrase this while not sounding crude <G>)

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> > But quite apart from my own delight today, I'm very pleased to see
> > the fiction on Zoom's MBs getting mentioned.
>
> Well, that's because it's not here.  (Why is it not here?)

I'm working on it ... The message board readers had to suffer through
what was basically the first draft of "Fate Worse Than Death" --- not to
mention the daily cliffhangers as I serialized it.  That sort of thing
is acceptable in that venue, I think, and it's a very encouraging group,
but I wouldn't dare do that to this list :)  I am polishing it up,
though, so y'all should see it soon.

I love this list, and the wider audience here, and I'm such a publicity
hog that I won't overlook *any* possible outlet for my stories <g>
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Dawn and Irene are pleased to announce that the nominations are
complete for the first annual nKerth Awards.  For a list of the
nominees, please go to the nKerth site at:

www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/nKerth.html.

We would like to publicly thank and acknowledge our two anonymous and
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Date:         Tue, 7 Sep 1999 17:03:07 +0100
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TITLE:  An Extended Honeymoon
PART:  1/1
AUTHOR:  Wendy Richards
RATING:  PG-13
FEEDBACK:  Public, private, whatever  ;)
SUMMARY: This was originally posted on Zoom's boards, in the nfic=20
section, and is also on my page on Anne's site. I've edited it down=20
(it only involved removing about two lines, in case anyone's=20
wondering). I'm posting it here after Sandy's plea this morning for=20
the stories from that board to be made more widely available.

The story was part of both the 30-minute challenge and SuperMom's=20
'What-if' challenges, in this case what if neither Clark nor Lois had=20
wanted to say goodnight after their phone call at the end of=20
'Honeymoon in Metropolis'?

----------------------
An Extended Honeymoon....

"So... I guess I'd better say goodnight," Clark said wistfully, not=20
really wanting to end the call.

"Yeah, me too," Lois agreed, sighing softly. What was the matter with=20
her? She actually wanted to carry on talking to Clark! She wanted....

Clark's Super-hearing picked up the sigh. "Lois? Are you... are you=20
okay?" Clark asked her, his voice concerned.=20

"Uh... yeah, sure..." she replied, unconvincingly. What was the=20
matter with her? All of a sudden, she couldn't get out of her mind=20
the memory of those intimate two evenings... and nights... she had=20
shared with Clark in the honeymoon suite. And that kiss... of course,=20
he had only done it to keep up their cover in front of the maid, but=20
it had sure packed a punch! She would never have imagined that her=20
shy, mild-mannered partner could kiss like that.

Suddenly, she wanted to prolong the discussion, to tease him just a=20
little - perhaps to find out how he felt. "I was just thinking,=20
Clark=85 this suite seems so large now that it's just me in it."

"Yes?" came the hesitant reply. "Um...." He trailed off, and Lois=20
twisted the cord around her hand as she wondered what he had been=20
about to say.

"We had a good time," she murmured. "Despite all I expected, it was=20
fun sharing with you. But you never got to take your turn in the=20
bed," she added, deliberately provocative.

"No, I didn't," he agreed. "But, Lois, if you ever thought I'd really=20
make you sleep on the couch...."

"No," she interrupted him. "Actually, I think you were right."

"Right about what?"

"That sharing would have been a better idea."

There was a lengthy silence from the other end of the phone line, and=20
Lois wondered whether she had scared her friend and partner off. But=20
then his voice came again, softly this time, "I'd have liked that."

"Me too," she confessed. Strangely enough, she realised as she spoke=20
that she meant it. Oh, she wasn't entirely sure that she meant having=20
sex with him; but lying in his arms, being cuddled by him; now that=20
would have been... nice....

"Clark..." Her voice was wistful.

"Yes, Lois?"

"You know, I wish you were here now."

There was a pause again, and this time she wondered whether she'd=20
gone too far, pushed things too much with Clark. Her partner was=20
essentially a shy man, although he did possess a wicked sense of=20
humour and enjoyed teasing her. He was also not averse to some mild=20
flirtation, which was why she had felt comfortable about beginning=20
this part of the conversation. But her last comment would certainly=20
have given the impression that she was serious... how did he feel=20
about that?=20

Had she scared him off?=20

But suddenly his voice came down the phone line again, this time more=20
confident. "Lois, where are you right now? What are you doing?"

"Ummm... I'm in bed. I took a Jacuzzi earlier, and now=85 well, it's=20
hot, so I'm lying on top of the bed, just in my nightdress, letting=20
the cool air wash over me...." What was he going to suggest? It=20
sounded as if he had made his mind up about something. "What are you=20
doing, Clark?" she asked in return.

"I was in bed," he told her.

"You were?"

"Well=85 I was, but=85 Lois, are you serious? Because if you are, I could=
=20
be with you in, you know, just a few seconds...."

She frowned as she heard this. "Clark, maybe Superman could be with=20
me that quickly, but I'm not sure you could."

He ignored her objection. "Lois, do you want me to come over?"

Did she? She made her decision instantly. "Yes, I'd like you to come.=20
And, Clark...?"

"Yes?"

"Bring your toothbrush."

Another pause. Then, "I'll be there very soon."

She hung up, mentally calculating how long it would take Clark to=20
arrive. He'd have to get dressed, throw a couple of things into a=20
bag, call a cab since he didn't have a car, then there was the=20
journey from his apartment to the Lexor. At least forty-five minutes.

She sighed. She really wanted him there right now. She couldn't=20
understand it, nor did she really know why she wanted him. Oh, she=20
loved spending time with him and just talking, but she really wanted=20
to kiss him. To kiss Clark... that was something she'd never really=20
thought about doing before. She wanted to find out whether that kiss=20
in the bedroom had been just a mirage, whether she'd imagined its=20
effect on her.

<Oh God!> This was driving her crazy.

Oh, she needed Clark.

A tapping sound came from the windowsill. Her head shot around in=20
shock.

Superman stood there, watching her with what appeared to be...=20
appreciation. She tried to cover herself. "Superman! Is there...=20
something I can do for you? It's just that=85 I'm expecting...."

"Clark. I know," he replied, jumping down from the windowsill. "Won't=20
I do instead?"

Lois's jaw dropped. Was Superman offering to... to make love to her?=20
It looked like it! What an opportunity.... She would have given her=20
eye teeth for a chance like that not long ago.

But not now, she realised. She raised her eyes to his gaze. "No,=20
Superman. It's Clark I want."

As she watched him, he smiled, clearly not in the least unhappy with=20
her reply. "I'm glad, Lois," he told her. "You see, Clark wants you=20
too."

<He does? Then go get him and bring him here so I don't have to wait=20
any longer!>

As she watched him, Superman seemed to shimmer in front of her. To=20
her shock, as he came into focus again he was no longer wearing his=20
famous Suit. Instead, he wore a T-shirt and sleep shorts, and his=20
hair, instead of being slicked back, was ruffled. If it wasn't for=20
the absence of glasses....

"Clark!" she exclaimed.

"I told you I'd be here as quick as I could," he laughed, striding=20
towards her. "Now, perhaps you could tell me exactly *how* you want=20
me...?"

She reached for him. "This will do for starters," she announced,=20
bringing his lips down to hers and wrapping her arms tightly around=20
him. "Then I'm sure we can find some ways to amuse ourselves=20
further...."

- The End - =20

----------------------
Wendy Richards
w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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My apologies.  I keep forgetting that when I end a sentence with an
URL, I should not use a period!

The correct nKerth Awards page URL is:

www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/nKerth.html

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Date:         Tue, 7 Sep 1999 09:06:08 -0700
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WAFFy, WAFFy, WAFFy, Wendy!

Cute.  I'm glad to read it again, I had forgotten this one.

Irene

--- Wendy Richards <ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:
> TITLE:  An Extended Honeymoon
> PART:  1/1
> AUTHOR:  Wendy Richards
> RATING:  PG-13
> FEEDBACK:  Public, private, whatever  ;)
> SUMMARY: This was originally posted on Zoom's
> boards, in the nfic
> section, and is also on my page on Anne's site. I've
> edited it down
> (it only involved removing about two lines, in case
> anyone's
> wondering). I'm posting it here after Sandy's plea
> this morning for
> the stories from that board to be made more widely
> available.
>
> The story was part of both the 30-minute challenge
> and SuperMom's
> 'What-if' challenges, in this case what if neither
> Clark nor Lois had
> wanted to say goodnight after their phone call at
> the end of
> 'Honeymoon in Metropolis'?
>
> ----------------------
> An Extended Honeymoon....
>
>
> "So... I guess I'd better say goodnight," Clark said
> wistfully, not
> really wanting to end the call.
>
> "Yeah, me too," Lois agreed, sighing softly. What
> was the matter with
> her? She actually wanted to carry on talking to
> Clark! She wanted....
>
> Clark's Super-hearing picked up the sigh. "Lois? Are
> you... are you
> okay?" Clark asked her, his voice concerned.
>
> "Uh... yeah, sure..." she replied, unconvincingly.
> What was the
> matter with her? All of a sudden, she couldn't get
> out of her mind
> the memory of those intimate two evenings... and
> nights... she had
> shared with Clark in the honeymoon suite. And that
> kiss... of course,
> he had only done it to keep up their cover in front
> of the maid, but
> it had sure packed a punch! She would never have
> imagined that her
> shy, mild-mannered partner could kiss like that.
>
> Suddenly, she wanted to prolong the discussion, to
> tease him just a
> little - perhaps to find out how he felt. "I was
> just thinking,
> Clark… this suite seems so large now that it's just
> me in it."
>
> "Yes?" came the hesitant reply. "Um...." He trailed
> off, and Lois
> twisted the cord around her hand as she wondered
> what he had been
> about to say.
>
> "We had a good time," she murmured. "Despite all I
> expected, it was
> fun sharing with you. But you never got to take your
> turn in the
> bed," she added, deliberately provocative.
>
> "No, I didn't," he agreed. "But, Lois, if you ever
> thought I'd really
> make you sleep on the couch...."
>
> "No," she interrupted him. "Actually, I think you
> were right."
>
> "Right about what?"
>
> "That sharing would have been a better idea."
>
> There was a lengthy silence from the other end of
> the phone line, and
> Lois wondered whether she had scared her friend and
> partner off. But
> then his voice came again, softly this time, "I'd
> have liked that."
>
> "Me too," she confessed. Strangely enough, she
> realised as she spoke
> that she meant it. Oh, she wasn't entirely sure that
> she meant having
> sex with him; but lying in his arms, being cuddled
> by him; now that
> would have been... nice....
>
> "Clark..." Her voice was wistful.
>
> "Yes, Lois?"
>
> "You know, I wish you were here now."
>
> There was a pause again, and this time she wondered
> whether she'd
> gone too far, pushed things too much with Clark. Her
> partner was
> essentially a shy man, although he did possess a
> wicked sense of
> humour and enjoyed teasing her. He was also not
> averse to some mild
> flirtation, which was why she had felt comfortable
> about beginning
> this part of the conversation. But her last comment
> would certainly
> have given the impression that she was serious...
> how did he feel
> about that?
>
> Had she scared him off?
>
> But suddenly his voice came down the phone line
> again, this time more
> confident. "Lois, where are you right now? What are
> you doing?"
>
> "Ummm... I'm in bed. I took a Jacuzzi earlier, and
> now… well, it's
> hot, so I'm lying on top of the bed, just in my
> nightdress, letting
> the cool air wash over me...." What was he going to
> suggest? It
> sounded as if he had made his mind up about
> something. "What are you
> doing, Clark?" she asked in return.
>
> "I was in bed," he told her.
>
> "You were?"
>
> "Well… I was, but… Lois, are you serious? Because if
> you are, I could
> be with you in, you know, just a few seconds...."
>
> She frowned as she heard this. "Clark, maybe
> Superman could be with
> me that quickly, but I'm not sure you could."
>
> He ignored her objection. "Lois, do you want me to
> come over?"
>
> Did she? She made her decision instantly. "Yes, I'd
> like you to come.
> And, Clark...?"
>
> "Yes?"
>
> "Bring your toothbrush."
>
> Another pause. Then, "I'll be there very soon."
>
> She hung up, mentally calculating how long it would
> take Clark to
> arrive. He'd have to get dressed, throw a couple of
> things into a
> bag, call a cab since he didn't have a car, then
> there was the
> journey from his apartment to the Lexor. At least
> forty-five minutes.
>
> She sighed. She really wanted him there right now.
> She couldn't
> understand it, nor did she really know why she
> wanted him. Oh, she
> loved spending time with him and just talking, but
> she really wanted
> to kiss him. To kiss Clark... that was something
> she'd never really
> thought about doing before. She wanted to find out
> whether that kiss
> in the bedroom had been just a mirage, whether she'd
> imagined its
> effect on her.
>
> <Oh God!> This was driving her crazy.
>
> Oh, she needed Clark.
>
> A tapping sound came from the windowsill. Her head
> shot around in
> shock.
>
> Superman stood there, watching her with what
> appeared to be...
> appreciation. She tried to cover herself. "Superman!
> Is there...
> something I can do for you? It's just that… I'm
> expecting...."
>
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From: Pam Jernigan <jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET>

>I love this list, and the wider audience here, and I'm such a publicity hog
>that I won't overlook *any* possible outlet for my stories <g>

LOL!!  But really Pam, you deserve all the praise you get!

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At 11:06 AM -0700 9/6/99, Nancy Smith wrote:
>Sandy's suggestion was a good one, but USC's
>team is the Trojans.

So was my high school's football team ... <g>

Seriously, I'm sure there are teams with similiar names in college
football.   Unless NTSU has to be in the same league as USC and play them,
why not have the same name?  It really is perfect. :)  Maybe NTSU isn't a
Pac-10 sized school ...

Kathy (still humming "Hail To The Victors" since Michigan beat Notre Dame
this weekend ... woo hoo! <g>)

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TITLE:  Just Say...I Love You
PART: 1/1
AUTHOR:  Nan Smith
Rating:  PG-13
SUMMARY:  This was a slightly steamy story I dreamed up after watching
"Just Say Noah" again, and then reading some of the 30 minute challenges
on Zoomway's boards.  I was never really sure it was any good, but I
guess I'll find out.  Basically:  What would have happened if Lois
hadn't thought of Star to help them read that page they found in Kathy's
shoe?  It was posted a month ago on Zoomway's message boards, and I've
edited it slightly from the original version.  Some of the dialogue at
the beginning is taken directly from the episode, and should be credited
to the writers of the show.  The rest is mine.

-----------------------------

Just Say...I Love You

"Smiley says we're not compatible.  He says I don't trust you or respect
you...and he doesn't know why you even put up with me!"  Lois's voice
sounded both aggrieved and hurt.

Clark turned from the bookcase he had been methodically searching.
"Lois," he said, "the guy's a murderer."

Lois wasn't listening.  "Of course I trust you!  And I respect you more
than anyone else I've ever met!  And, you know, if I do get angry it's
only because I've never opened up to somebody so much in my life, and it
hurts me when I feel that trust isn't returned.  And, you know you put
up with me for the same reason I put up with you; it's because I'm
completely in love with you!"

Her breath caught on a half sob and she stared at him, obviously
expecting some sort of answer.

Clark swallowed.  This was it, he knew; his chance to make amends for
the idiotic mistake he'd made just over two weeks ago, to say something
witty and profound to win her back.

And he couldn't think of a thing.  All that came out was the same thing
he had been telling her all along.

"And...I love you."

But it was right.  He could tell by the look in her eyes.  It gave him
the courage to ask the question:  "Did we just make up?"

Her reply was as simple.  "I think so."

The next instant she was in his arms and he was kissing her and holding
her as if he would never let her go.  He arms wrapped themselves around
his neck tight enough to strangle an ordinary man, and he staggered,
thrown off balance.  He didn't care.  The last two weeks had seemed more
like two years to him.

Lois spoke first, between kisses that grew steadily more passionate.

"Could we maybe do this someplace that's not so musty and not owned by a
killer?"

He could go along with that.  He had opened his mouth to agree when he
saw the book lying open on the desk.  "I...I think I just found the book
that this page came from."  He unfolded the paper clumsily, unwilling to
completely release his hold on Lois, and fitted the torn page into
place.  "There.  It's a perfect fit, but we're going to need an expert
to read this."

"Well," Lois said, "we won't be able to find an expert at two in the
morning."

That was for sure.  His lips found hers again.  "Let's get out of here."
he whispered against them.  "We'll be a lot more comfortable in the
cabin."

Two seconds later he set her down and kicked the door shut behind them
with one foot.  "There.  Now, I think we were just making up, weren't
we?"

He was far too busy to say anything else for some time after that, and
his mouth was too full, anyway.  After some time, he became aware that
he and Lois were sprawled across the room's double bed, although he had
no clear memory of how they had gotten there, and his mouth was locked
to hers.  She was kissing him feverishly and somewhere along the way his
shirt, and hers as well, had vanished.  What had brought him back to at
least a nodding acquaintance with the outside world was the feeling of
her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle.  He pulled his mouth back
about half an inch.

"Lois..."

She let go of the buckle, tangled both hands in his hair and pulled his
lips back to hers.  Several long, delirious kisses later he drew back
again as her fingers tugged at his buckle once more.

"Lois, this is getting pretty close to the point of no return.  Maybe we
better..."

The buckle gave, and a second later the snap and zipper of his jeans.
He stifled a gasp as her hands were suddenly in places he'd only
imagined them being before.  He closed his eyes, the protest dying on
his lips.  The hell with it.  He didn't really want her to stop, anyway.

That was his last coherent thought for over an hour, until a loud
knocking on the door startled them both back to reality.

"Lois!  Clark!" Jimmy's voice called urgently.  "Are you in there?"

Clark's eyes met Lois's.  She stifled a giggle and reached for the
clothing that had somehow wound up in a crumpled pile on the floor.

"Just a  minute, Jimmy," Clark replied, looking frantically around for
his glasses.  "I'll be right there..."

The End

That's it, people.  Let me know if you like it or hate it, as I've never
written anything quite like it before.

Nan
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I know I like it, Nan.  But I'm a sucker for a good WAFF. (g)

I think you have a great way with words and have written a lovely
sensual, and steamy little vignette.

Irene

--- Nancy Smith <deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET> wrote:
> TITLE:  Just Say...I Love You
> PART: 1/1
> AUTHOR:  Nan Smith
> Rating:  PG-13
> SUMMARY:  This was a slightly steamy story I dreamed
> up after watching
> "Just Say Noah" again, and then reading some of the
> 30 minute challenges
> on Zoomway's boards.  I was never really sure it was
> any good, but I
> guess I'll find out.  Basically:  What would have
> happened if Lois
> hadn't thought of Star to help them read that page
> they found in Kathy's
> shoe?  It was posted a month ago on Zoomway's
> message boards, and I've
> edited it slightly from the original version.  Some
> of the dialogue at
> the beginning is taken directly from the episode,
> and should be credited
> to the writers of the show.  The rest is mine.
>
> -----------------------------
>
> Just Say...I Love You
>
> "Smiley says we're not compatible.  He says I don't
> trust you or respect
> you...and he doesn't know why you even put up with
> me!"  Lois's voice
> sounded both aggrieved and hurt.
>
> Clark turned from the bookcase he had been
> methodically searching.
> "Lois," he said, "the guy's a murderer."
>
> Lois wasn't listening.  "Of course I trust you!  And
> I respect you more
> than anyone else I've ever met!  And, you know, if I
> do get angry it's
> only because I've never opened up to somebody so
> much in my life, and it
> hurts me when I feel that trust isn't returned.
> And, you know you put
> up with me for the same reason I put up with you;
> it's because I'm
> completely in love with you!"
>
> Her breath caught on a half sob and she stared at
> him, obviously
> expecting some sort of answer.
>
> Clark swallowed.  This was it, he knew; his chance
> to make amends for
> the idiotic mistake he'd made just over two weeks
> ago, to say something
> witty and profound to win her back.
>
> And he couldn't think of a thing.  All that came out
> was the same thing
> he had been telling her all along.
>
> "And...I love you."
>
> But it was right.  He could tell by the look in her
> eyes.  It gave him
> the courage to ask the question:  "Did we just make
> up?"
>
> Her reply was as simple.  "I think so."
>
> The next instant she was in his arms and he was
> kissing her and holding
> her as if he would never let her go.  He arms
> wrapped themselves around
> his neck tight enough to strangle an ordinary man,
> and he staggered,
> thrown off balance.  He didn't care.  The last two
> weeks had seemed more
> like two years to him.
>
> Lois spoke first, between kisses that grew steadily
> more passionate.
>
> "Could we maybe do this someplace that's not so
> musty and not owned by a
> killer?"
>
> He could go along with that.  He had opened his
> mouth to agree when he
> saw the book lying open on the desk.  "I...I think I
> just found the book
> that this page came from."  He unfolded the paper
> clumsily, unwilling to
> completely release his hold on Lois, and fitted the
> torn page into
> place.  "There.  It's a perfect fit, but we're going
> to need an expert
> to read this."
>
> "Well," Lois said, "we won't be able to find an
> expert at two in the
> morning."
>
> That was for sure.  His lips found hers again.
> "Let's get out of here."
> he whispered against them.  "We'll be a lot more
> comfortable in the
> cabin."
>
> Two seconds later he set her down and kicked the
> door shut behind them
> with one foot.  "There.  Now, I think we were just
> making up, weren't
> we?"
>
> He was far too busy to say anything else for some
> time after that, and
> his mouth was too full, anyway.  After some time, he
> became aware that
> he and Lois were sprawled across the room's double
> bed, although he had
> no clear memory of how they had gotten there, and
> his mouth was locked
> to hers.  She was kissing him feverishly and
> somewhere along the way his
> shirt, and hers as well, had vanished.  What had
> brought him back to at
> least a nodding acquaintance with the outside world
> was the feeling of
> her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle.  He
> pulled his mouth back
> about half an inch.
>
> "Lois..."
>
> She let go of the buckle, tangled both hands in his
> hair and pulled his
> lips back to hers.  Several long, delirious kisses
> later he drew back
> again as her fingers tugged at his buckle once more.
>
> "Lois, this is getting pretty close to the point of
> no return.  Maybe we
> better..."
>
> The buckle gave, and a second later the snap and
> zipper of his jeans.
> He stifled a gasp as her hands were suddenly in
> places he'd only
> imagined them being before.  He closed his eyes, the
> protest dying on
> his lips.  The hell with it.  He didn't really want
> her to stop, anyway.
>
> That was his last coherent thought for over an hour,
> until a loud
> knocking on the door startled them both back to
> reality.
>
> "Lois!  Clark!" Jimmy's voice called urgently.  "Are
> you in there?"
>
> Clark's eyes met Lois's.  She stifled a giggle and
> reached for the
> clothing that had somehow wound up in a crumpled
> pile on the floor.
>
> "Just a  minute, Jimmy," Clark replied, looking
> frantically around for
> his glasses.  "I'll be right there..."
>
> The End
>
> That's it, people.  Let me know if you like it or
> hate it, as I've never
> written anything quite like it before.
>
> Nan
>

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I like it, mom, but I really have a hard time reading these things if you
keep interrupting me :-)
----- Original Message -----
From: Nancy Smith <deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET>
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> TITLE:  Just Say...I Love You
> PART: 1/1
> AUTHOR:  Nan Smith
> Rating:  PG-13
> SUMMARY:  This was a slightly steamy story I dreamed up after watching
> "Just Say Noah" again, and then reading some of the 30 minute challenges
> on Zoomway's boards.  I was never really sure it was any good, but I
> guess I'll find out.  Basically:  What would have happened if Lois
> hadn't thought of Star to help them read that page they found in Kathy's
> shoe?  It was posted a month ago on Zoomway's message boards, and I've
> edited it slightly from the original version.  Some of the dialogue at
> the beginning is taken directly from the episode, and should be credited
> to the writers of the show.  The rest is mine.
>
> -----------------------------
>
> Just Say...I Love You
>
> "Smiley says we're not compatible.  He says I don't trust you or respect
> you...and he doesn't know why you even put up with me!"  Lois's voice
> sounded both aggrieved and hurt.
>
> Clark turned from the bookcase he had been methodically searching.
> "Lois," he said, "the guy's a murderer."
>
> Lois wasn't listening.  "Of course I trust you!  And I respect you more
> than anyone else I've ever met!  And, you know, if I do get angry it's
> only because I've never opened up to somebody so much in my life, and it
> hurts me when I feel that trust isn't returned.  And, you know you put
> up with me for the same reason I put up with you; it's because I'm
> completely in love with you!"
>
> Her breath caught on a half sob and she stared at him, obviously
> expecting some sort of answer.
>
> Clark swallowed.  This was it, he knew; his chance to make amends for
> the idiotic mistake he'd made just over two weeks ago, to say something
> witty and profound to win her back.
>
> And he couldn't think of a thing.  All that came out was the same thing
> he had been telling her all along.
>
> "And...I love you."
>
> But it was right.  He could tell by the look in her eyes.  It gave him
> the courage to ask the question:  "Did we just make up?"
>
> Her reply was as simple.  "I think so."
>
> The next instant she was in his arms and he was kissing her and holding
> her as if he would never let her go.  He arms wrapped themselves around
> his neck tight enough to strangle an ordinary man, and he staggered,
> thrown off balance.  He didn't care.  The last two weeks had seemed more
> like two years to him.
>
> Lois spoke first, between kisses that grew steadily more passionate.
>
> "Could we maybe do this someplace that's not so musty and not owned by a
> killer?"
>
> He could go along with that.  He had opened his mouth to agree when he
> saw the book lying open on the desk.  "I...I think I just found the book
> that this page came from."  He unfolded the paper clumsily, unwilling to
> completely release his hold on Lois, and fitted the torn page into
> place.  "There.  It's a perfect fit, but we're going to need an expert
> to read this."
>
> "Well," Lois said, "we won't be able to find an expert at two in the
> morning."
>
> That was for sure.  His lips found hers again.  "Let's get out of here."
> he whispered against them.  "We'll be a lot more comfortable in the
> cabin."
>
> Two seconds later he set her down and kicked the door shut behind them
> with one foot.  "There.  Now, I think we were just making up, weren't
> we?"
>
> He was far too busy to say anything else for some time after that, and
> his mouth was too full, anyway.  After some time, he became aware that
> he and Lois were sprawled across the room's double bed, although he had
> no clear memory of how they had gotten there, and his mouth was locked
> to hers.  She was kissing him feverishly and somewhere along the way his
> shirt, and hers as well, had vanished.  What had brought him back to at
> least a nodding acquaintance with the outside world was the feeling of
> her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle.  He pulled his mouth back
> about half an inch.
>
> "Lois..."
>
> She let go of the buckle, tangled both hands in his hair and pulled his
> lips back to hers.  Several long, delirious kisses later he drew back
> again as her fingers tugged at his buckle once more.
>
> "Lois, this is getting pretty close to the point of no return.  Maybe we
> better..."
>
> The buckle gave, and a second later the snap and zipper of his jeans.
> He stifled a gasp as her hands were suddenly in places he'd only
> imagined them being before.  He closed his eyes, the protest dying on
> his lips.  The hell with it.  He didn't really want her to stop, anyway.
>
> That was his last coherent thought for over an hour, until a loud
> knocking on the door startled them both back to reality.
>
> "Lois!  Clark!" Jimmy's voice called urgently.  "Are you in there?"
>
> Clark's eyes met Lois's.  She stifled a giggle and reached for the
> clothing that had somehow wound up in a crumpled pile on the floor.
>
> "Just a  minute, Jimmy," Clark replied, looking frantically around for
> his glasses.  "I'll be right there..."
>
> The End
>
> That's it, people.  Let me know if you like it or hate it, as I've never
> written anything quite like it before.
>
> Nan
>
>
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> Oooo, I *love* this explanation.  I could never
> figure out why a  basically
> nice guy like Clark could have come from the same
> species as those NK
> twirps.  If they weren't the same species, that
> would explain it:)
>
> Margaret

The same thing could be said of Odo and the Founders.
James
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I think with Odo, the difference was that he was raised by solids and had
friends who were solids.  The different species thing w/Clark and the NKers
would be interesting, though :-)

>From: James Tull <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM>
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>
> > Oooo, I *love* this explanation.  I could never
> > figure out why a  basically
> > nice guy like Clark could have come from the same
> > species as those NK
> > twirps.  If they weren't the same species, that
> > would explain it:)
> >
> > Margaret
>
>The same thing could be said of Odo and the Founders.
>James
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--- The Zoomway <Zoomway@AOL.COM> wrote:
> I remember someone joking at the time the episode
> originally aired that when
> Clark pointed "up" indicating that's where Superman
> got the ornament,
> unbeknownst to Lois, the man who had the apartment
> above hers made and sold
> Christmas ornaments <g>
>
> Zoom
LOL!  I LIKE IT!

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Well....wow!

And....well...*wow*!

Two hours ago, that would have been all you got out of me - the speech
centres in my brain shorted out after I read the nominations and I couldn't
do anything more than babble incoherently for  a time. Ask my FoLC friends.
<g> Not to mention almost choking myself on the mouthful of Pepsi I'd just
taken.

I just want to thank all of you who so generously nominated my stories.
Given the huge pool of stories out there this year, being our first awards,
and the wealth of talented writers, I had given up completely (bar the odd
bout of wishful thinking ruthlessly suppressed <g>) on getting any
nominations this time around. I had a lot of fun nominating all of my own
favourites - Kathy, Sheila, Julie, Gorn et al - and was looking forward to
voting for them too and enjoying the whole immensely anyway, but personally
I was definitely out of the equation.

You are listening, you will remember, to the person whose life motto is
"Optimists are doomed to eternal disappointment, pessimists to be pleasantly
surprised." I think I'll stick to this pessimism lark. It certainly worked
for me this time!  I couldn't have been more surprised. Though pleasantly is
something of an understatement. Try shocked, stunned, flabbergasted....you
get the idea.

And thank you too to all of those who tried to sneak Burnout and Caped Fear
in under the wire. <bg> I'll be pinning my hopes on you guys next time
around! ;)

Seriously, I'm delighted and honoured to be included in such illustrious
company as my fellow nominees (and isn't *that* a phrase to get the heart
jumping? <g>) and overwhelmed by your good wishes and kind thoughts.

Congratulations to everyone who had their stories nominated!

LabRat :) (leaving before this becomes even more like an Oscar winning
acceptance speech. 'And I'd also like to thank the cat next door....')
Doc. Klein's LabRat
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General John Sedgwick, spoken while looking over the parapet at enemy lines
during the Battle of Spotsylvania in 1864.

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In a message dated 09/07/1999 12:03:42 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
ida18@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes:

<< I'm posting it here after Sandy's plea this morning for
 the stories from that board to be made more widely available. >>

Oh, thank you Sandy. See why I'm one of your fans? I, too, am too lazy to go
to several different URL's to find stories and much prefer them to appear in
my mailbox.

--Laurie
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To everyone that I owe email to, please hang on.  My email host is down
again!!!!  It is times like these that I
wish for any person responsible to stand in front of me so that I might
smile and quitely strangle them.

Brenda
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That was exactly what I wished had happened!!!!!  It was great!!!
Jeni

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> >I love this list, and the wider audience here, and I'm such a publicity
hog
> >that I won't overlook *any* possible outlet for my stories <g>
>
> LOL!!  But really Pam, you deserve all the praise you get!

And this is *why* I love this list! <bg>  Thanks for the ego stroking,
Kath!

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At 08:54 AM 09/06/1999 -0400, you wrote:
>OK, I've made a few changes I just thought of to help. Thanks.
>
>I'm using Word97 because it easily recognises htm files.

I use Word97 & IE4.

This is what I do when I see a news story I want. When the site with story
finishs loading (I scroll down to the bottom to see if the story itself has
finished, I don't care for the ads and such) if it has, I hit control-A.
This
blocks out everything.

I then hit Control-C. This copies everything.

If it's a big story, open Word97 or Wordpad. Control-V pastes the story in
there without the code usually. It may have a lot of spaces and unwanted
returns, but those are usually easy to clean up (like, replace 5 spaces with
one).

Sometimes if there is a "click here to see story" type option, you can
right-click on it and chose "save target as" and chose text, then download
the
story to the subdirectory of your choice.  This doesn't always work... but
I've
used it with news stories, news letters, and pictures, .ra and .ram files.

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Oh man, that was good!! I was on the edge of my comp chair the entire time
and since its on wheels, twice near the end the chair got away from me!! I
can hardly wait till the end installment, so please don't wait too long to
get it done please, please,please with whipping cream and a cherry on
top...
marnie
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> From: Pam Jernigan <jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET>
> To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
> Subject: NEW S6, Ep 13--Preparations (6 of 6)
> Date: Sunday, September 05, 1999 7:25 PM
>
> STORY TITLE:  Preparations (Episode 13 of Season 6)
> PART: 6 of 6
> AUTHOR:  Phil Atcliffe
> RATING:  PG
> FEEDBACK: All feedback welcomed, on this list or privately.
> DESCRIPTION:  LexCorp has been bankrupted by mysterious enemies.  Lex is
> determined to find and destroy his enemy ... no matter what.
>
> Henderson came down the steps of the courthouse, a grim smile on his
> face, and  headed for his car. In his hands were a sheaf of documents
> that were exactly  what he'd asked for, and now he was going to use them
> -- rather later in the day  than he had hoped, thanks to legal delays,
> but there was still plenty of time  left in the morning; with luck, it'd
> all be over in time for a slightly belated  lunch. First, though, he had
> a not-so-small debt to redeem.
>
> He climbed into the car and drove away. Ten or so minutes later, he
> pulled up in  the car park of a supermarket. His route there from the
> courthouse had not been  straight-forward, including as it did lots of
> complicated manoeuvres designed to  reveal and/or evade possible tails.
> He hadn't spotted anyone, so the odds were  that he was being
> over-cautious, but he didn't want to take the risk. For the  same
> reason, he got out of his car and went over to a phone booth to make a
> call. No-one could have known that he was going to use this particular
> phone --  *he* hadn't known until he'd seen it as he drove past a couple
> of minutes ago --  and no-one was close enough to overhear him. If
> Luthor still managed to find out  what was going down, in spite of all
> his precautions... well, he'd be wasting  his time trying to arrest the
> guy anyway.
>
> He fed the phone and dialled a familiar number. His luck was in, and the
> call  was answered almost immediately -- and by the person he was
> calling.
>
> "Daily Planet. Lois Lane speaking."
>
> "Lane, it's Henderson. This is it. STAR Labs came through for us, and
> I've got  the warrants. If you and Kent want your exclusive, meet me
> you-know-where in an  hour. And if either of you can get in touch with
> the Big Guy, he'd be more than  welcome. I gotta go and get this
> clambake organised. One hour, right?"
>
> He hung up, only barely hearing Lois' enthusiastic response -- "Right!"
> -- and  headed for his car.
>
> ***
>
> Lois looked at her watch. It was almost time to go, and Clark still
> wasn't back  from that fire. What on Earth could be keeping him? That
> fire should be out by  now -- unless it was a really big one. Or was he
> still there because there was  something suspicious about it? Or....
>
> She grimaced and shook her head. It was all too easy to think of plenty
> of  reasons why he might have been delayed; the fact was, he wasn't
> there, and it  would soon be time to head out to meet Henderson. She
> knew Clark would want to  be in on busting Luthor and, knowing Lex, he
> might be needed.
>
> Was there any way she could get word to him? For what seemed like the
> thousandth  time, she vowed that they *had* to find a way for her to
> contact him when he was  in the suit... but they hadn't come up with a
> workable idea yet, and right now  was when it was needed. She took a
> quick look around for Jimmy -- that watch of  his could be just the
> thing... *if* he still had it (she couldn't remember)  *and* was wearing
> it today -- but for once, he was nowhere to be seen.
>
> 'Typical!' Lois snorted to herself. 'The one time I could use a case of
> Jimmy  Interruptus, he's not around!' The fact remained that he *wasn't*
> around, so she  had to come up with something else.
>
> She looked at her watch again and did some hasty calculations. Clark had
> said  that the fire was in a warehouse, which meant that it was probably
> in the  warehouse district ('Duh!' she quipped to herself), which wasn't
> too far away...  so there was a good chance that she could drive down
> there, find him and let him  know what was happening, and they could
> both get to the LexCorp Tower, either by  Jeep or by air, in time to
> meet Henderson. And if she didn't find him in time,  she could still
> head over to the Tower herself.
>
> It was worth a try, so she grabbed her bag and coat and dived for the
> elevator.
>
> ***
>
> Luthor lowered the high-powered binoculars with which he had been
> watching the  warehouse burn, savouring its destruction. In spite of the
> best efforts of the  Metro Fire Department and, of course, Superman, the
> building was almost  completely burnt out; certainly, its remains would
> have to be demolished, and  vacant land of that size, in that location,
> would be extremely valuable.
>
> He finished the cigar that he had enjoyed while waiting for the
> warehouse roof  to collapse -- and also for the weapon's power cells to
> re-charge to their full  capacity. Which they had now done, announcing
> that fact with the same high- pitched whine that had woken him that
> morning. It was a beautiful sound in its  way, he thought as he turned
> it off; not of itself, but in what it foretold --  the final destruction
> of Superman. For that, he thought he would remember it for  the rest of
> his life.
>
> 'And so it begins,' he thought, steeping over to the "telescope". 'Your
> death  awaits, Mr Kent. But first, you must suffer as I have suffered
> these last few  days... and for that, I shall lure you to your doom by
> eliminating your power  base and those fools who are deluded enough to
> consider themselves your friends.  Who knows, I may even have the good
> fortune to kill your wife and child before I  send you to join them in
> oblivion.'
>
> The sights had long since been aligned with the Daily Planet building,
> zeroed in  with micrometric precision on the floor on which the newsroom
> was located.  Luthor paused for a moment, considering, then set the beam
> intensity to the same  level that the earlier shot had used. 'Yes,
> better not to destroy them totally.  That would be too quick. This way,
> Kent will come when he hears the cries of  distress of his followers,
> and then I can hit him with full power. Once he is  dead, there will be
> more than enough time to finish the destruction of the  building.'
>
> ***
>
> When the elevator that had deposited Lois in the car park rose back to
> street  level, it collected Penny and Alice, who had arrived for their
> respective lunch  "dates" at almost the same time. It turned out that
> great minds thought alike,  because Penny had also had the idea of
> bringing lunch in to Jimmy so that he'd  have more time to enjoy it.
> She'd been going to ask him if there was anything  that he'd
> particularly like, but she thought that Alice's idea of surprising him
> with something unusual would be fun, too. She was surprised when Alice
> suggested  that they ask *Clark* where to go, but went along with the
> idea after hearing  the older woman's testimonial to the reporter's
> expert knowledge. Jimmy had told  her that "CK" had been all over the
> world before coming to Metropolis, so maybe  he'd found some really
> authentic ethnic places.
>
> The elevator doors opened on the normal quasi-chaos that was the
> newsroom, and  the two women stepped out.
>
> ***
>
> Luthor held his finger over the firing button of the weapon and savoured
> his  forthcoming triumph. He took one last look through the target
> acquisition system  at the large windows that let light, air and, on
> occasions, Superman into the  newsroom.
>
> 'Farewell, Daily Planet. Perhaps your successors -- if any -- will learn
> not to  challenge the *true* power in this city.'
>
> He fired.
>
> TO BE CONTINUED....
>
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