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Well, I can get in again, and saw what problems Kristin was having. Sure
enough, the links on the 1999 Kerth Winners page are outdated.  They all
link back to the old site (now gone).  Thanks for letting us know; we'll
get it fixed up just as soon as we can.

Kathy :)

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Jenni,

Your story is so wonderful.

thank you for writing,

Nethra
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Cute, Alicia, very cute :)  Keep putting those lessons to good use like this
<g>

Yvonne
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> Title:  Lois and Clark Meet EBME 201
> Author:  Alicia Utowski (lxu2@po.cwru.edu)
> Feedback:  PLEASE!!! I am a hopeless addict of that FDK            drug!
>
> Summary:  This is a little fic I wrote in 15 minutes about something we
learned about in my biomed class the other day.  I am so glad my parents pay
to send me to college :)
> *************************************************
>
> Lois and Clark Meet Biomedical Engineering 201
>
> "Okay thank you, Dr. Cechner," Lois Lane said as she walked out of the
doctor's office.
>
> "Just remember to give your husband that beeper," the tall doctor replied
with a smile in a voice that reminded her somewhat of Peter Jennings. "You
don't want all my hard work to go to waste."
>
> "Don't worry, I won't. I just hope it doesn't go off when he's in some
strange place," Lois replied, giggling silently.
>
> What if the little beeper went off when they were at a restaurant, or
while he was being Superman?  That would certainly make for an odd
situation.  According to Dr. Cechner, they would have to drop everything
they were doing to answer the beeper's call.
>
> Lois walked out of the office with a little hop in her step because this
device would work; it just had to after everything they'd tried. She reached
her hand up to her ear to feel the area where the doctor had inserted the
little device. It was an interesting feeling, almost like her ear was
plugged up, but it was not a painful feeling at all. Hopefully the device
would work the way the doctor said it would.
>
> When Lois got home, Clark was waiting for her on the couch. As she walked
in the door, he jumped up and met her.
>
> "What did the doctor say, honey?" Clark asked with a concerned expression
on his face.
>
> "Well, he gave me this beeper for you to wear. When the device he
implanted in my ear sends it a signal, it will beep and you have to come
find me," Lois said with a sly grin on her face.  "And then you'll know what
to do."
>
> "Do you think it will work?"
>
>            "I hope so."
>
>            In the next few days, both waited on edge for the beeper to
sound, but when it hadn't sounded for over a week they had pushed all
thoughts of it to the backs of their minds. Clark still carried the beeper
at all times, and Lois still felt the little device in her ear, but they
didn't realistically believe it would ever beep.  Neither said anything,
though, because each didn't want to destroy the other's hopes that this
would turn out successfully and they would finally get exactly what they had
wanted for so long.
>
> One afternoon, Clark heard a fire siren and had to leave the newsroom to
be Superman. He got to the scene and, after he ascertained that there was no
one left in the building, he began helping the fire fighters control the
blaze.
>
>     Suddenly, a beeping sound emanated from Superman's cape. Clark gasped.
Did this have to happen now? Even though this was what he had wanted his
whole life, he hadn't expected it to come while he was Superman.  What was
he going to do?  How was he going to explain this?  The answer was obvious.
He had to go get Lois and take her home.  They would think of an explanation
later, and that was the least important thing on his mind as he flew away.
>
> The people nearby all stared at Superman, with the strange beeping coming
from his cape, while Clark wondered why he hadn't asked Lois to get a beeper
that had a vibrate setting on it.
>
> It was obvious to Clark, what he had to do. He mumbled a quick regret and
flew back to the Planet as quickly as all the Superstrength in his body
would let him. Lois was already waiting for him on the roof.
>
> "It went off," Clark said, blushing a bright crimson.
>
> "I know, I felt the vibrations in my ear."
>
> The grin on Lois' face grew as Clark asked, "Why did you get the vibrating
one?"
>
> Lois hopped into his arms and kissed his neck.
>
> "Let's stop talking and get home. We have to do this now."
>
> During the short flight home, Lois waited with bated breath for what would
happen when they finally got home.
>
> An hour later, Lois leaned into Clark's bare chest and yawned lazily.
Clark's hands instinctively wrapped around her small body, and he kissed the
back of her neck.
>
> "That was wonderful."
>
> "I know"
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "Clark, who knows, maybe this temperature monitor worked. Maybe we'll have
some good news in a few weeks."
>
> "I hope so. We've been trying so hard."
>
> "Who would have thought you could tell when a woman is ovulating by
putting a thermometer in her ear?"
>
> "Yeah, and who would have thought you would ovulate when I was trying to
put out a massive fire?"  Clark smiled to show he was only kidding, and that
he was, indeed happy that the beeper had finally gone off.
>
> "Oh, did people hear it?" Lois said softly, a hint of laughter in her
voice.
>
> Clark laughed harshly, "Um, yeah. I think they thought it was a little
strange that Superman started beeping and then he flew away without any
explanation."
>
> Lois joked, "Well, you could always freak them out and tell the world that
you had to leave because your wife was ovulating."
>
> Clark turned Lois in his arms and kissed her passionately. In between
kisses, he managed to say, "Do you want to do something about it again?"
>
> The End (Okay, it's probably not perfect.  It only took 15 minutes...)
>
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Hi everyone -

    I have a pretty weird question....  :)

    What do you think Perry's hair was like before it turned white and he
started balding?  I'm trying to get an image of a younger Perry White in my
head....

    Thanks in advance!

-Rachel  :)
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Hi, FoLCs,

Drat ChiefPam!  She's always telling me: write it yourself.  No
matter how busy things are, that's just what I end up doing.

So, the actual Lois and Clark stories in here are encased in a
FoLC fantasy.  Everything is also built around my soon to be
released "One For Alt."  In that tale, Lois and Clark help H.G. Wells
and Alt. Clark rescue Alt. Lois in a swashbuckling adventure.

But!!!!!!  If my Alt. Lois had never gone missing, this is what might
have been.

And here's another to add to your files of fic not read!  I'm also far
behind and working (work should be such fun!) to catch up.

Please let me know what you find confusing, and anything else you
want to talk about.

klair El
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Continued from New:Alt Might Have Been (2/3)
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If my either of my versions of Alt. Lois had not disappeared, this is
 what might have been!!!!!!!!!

New:Alt Might Have Been (3/3)

Unaware that he had been set back in time, Clark woke up happy.
The reason for his happiness was hidden in a golden haze.  He lay
there, reveling in it.
"Clark!"  Lana's piercing voice smacked him down from his
heaven.  "You're being 'Strange!'  You=85you=85you're floating!  Stop
it right now!  Someone might see you!"
Desperately trying to remember what was happening, Clark looked
around the tiny hotel room.  A faint memory surfaced slowly.  He
was in Metropolis to interview for The Daily Planet; he tried to
steady his breathing.  For a moment, he felt so sad and dizzy that
he thought he might faint.
Lana was scolding from the bathroom.  Dumb with an unidentified
loss, Clark looked down at the folder in front of him.  "The Borneo
Gazette,  Mating rituals of the knob-tailed gecko," winked back at
him.  Why this should make him feel like laughing, he would never
guess.
Suddenly, he felt hopeful.  Something good was waiting for him,
and he had to go to the Planet to find it.  What ever it was, it was a
long, long way off, but the Planet was the key.  He pulled out the
mood piece on the destruction of an old theatre that he had written
last night, thinking it might interest the editor of the Planet.  Placing
his new story carefully on the top, he closed the folder and firmly
informed Lana that he had to l
eave for his interview immediately.

Grief.  It washed over Lois, totally engulfing her in pain.  Lois had not =
felt such loss since Aunt
 Lucy and her husband had died within months of each other.  A respite fro=
m her alcoholic mother an
d absent father, her au
nt and uncle had been her real family.  Their passing had devastated Lois.
Even so, that was nothing to what she felt now.  And what was worse, she h=
ad no idea why she felt t
his way.  She moaned.
"Coming around, Lois?"  That voice mocked her.  She began to remember Temp=
us, and the Congo.  The r
oom was spinning around so badly that she decided not to look at it.
Instead, Lois groaned.
"Don't complain to me about how sore you are!  You were the one who had to=
 dance around on a time a
nd dimension machine."  Tempus chuckled cruelly.
Lois decided to ignore his megalomaniac ravings.  "Where am I?"
"Don't you mean, when?"
At that, Lois did open her eyes.  The world was spinning even worse than s=
he had thought.   Only by
 concentrating could she see the low-ceilinged room lit only by firelight.=
  By the massive door lur
ked two burly thugs.
"France in the, oh, what would you say?"  Again the chilling chuckle chort=
led.  "Sixteenth or seven
teenth century?  I never paid much attention to history."
"I knew you were doomed," Lois muttered as she carefully turned to study T=
empus.  "I think you like
 to pretend ignorance."  The quirk of his eyebrow did not intimidate her. =
 In a moment of clarity,
she realized he had lie
d and blurted out her discovery.  "This isn't Groundhog Day and I don't di=
e."
"Everybody dies, Lois."  Beneath his cocky assurance, Lois detected surpri=
se.
"You never tortured me--"
"Torturing Lois Lane is my delight,"  smirking, he glanced around the room=
, "and this will probably
 do it for you."
"And there's no guy who rescues me!"
"Oh, I fervently hope you're right about that!"  Tempus smiled smugly.  "N=
ow that I know you're ali
ve, I'll be leaving.  I had arranged for you to have just about every vacc=
ine in the book when you
went for your travel sh
ots, so you should survive here."
"How thoughtful of you."  Lois remembered how different the list of inocul=
ations had looked.  The g
reat investigative reporter hadn't investigated, just jumped in without ch=
ecking the water.  "Why?"

"I told you, Lois, if you die, then he commits suicide, and deprives me of=
 murdering him."
Lois was only barely managing to control her heaving stomach, but she succ=
eeded in ordering him to
leave the room and stay away.
"If this works," Tempus informed her gleefully, "I'll never see you again.=
"
"That will be too soon."
"Very good, Lois!  You're beginning to sound like me."
Before he could laugh once more, Lois rolled over the side of the bed and =
violently threw up on Tem
pus.
She couldn't know that this would cause him to drop the little translating=
 device that would enable
 her to understand old French.  Later, Lois would recognize it as the thin=
g Tempus had tossed on he
r lap as one tosses pac
kages on the passenger seat in the car, unthinkingly.  Why that memory gav=
e her a feeling of loss,
she could not recall.
On the other hand, the era's version of Martha Kent was just outside, wait=
ing for Tempus to leave.
 Within moments of his sticky departure, Marta, Marquisse de Petiteville, =
would to step into the ro
om, order the thugs to
leave, nurse Lois back to health, and become her good friend.
Many interesting experiences awaited Lois.  Among them was the discovery o=
f two portraits in the ca
stle, each with a very similar, comfortingly familiar face.   The oldest p=
ainting showed an Elizabe
than gentleman in blue
tights.  Lois found it oddly endearing.  The newer work was the adopted so=
n of the Petiteville's, d
ressed for fencing.
She would only later hear the tale of the secret identities which both of =
these men had assumed in
helping their friends and neighbors.
All these experiences were in her future as Tempus, yelling, jumped back f=
rom her bedside and quick
ly left.  Exhausted by pain and vomiting, Lois slipped into a blessed blac=
kness again.  At the last
 moment, her heart crie
d out, calling despairingly to whatever had made her dreams so pleasant th=
e last time.

Lifting his head to listen, Clark followed the sound to France.  The old c=
hateau was a museum.  He
never stopped to see his own face on the portraits of a gentleman in blue =
tights and a fencer in bl
ack.  Back and forth th
rough the old chateau Clark went, searching patiently, but without much ho=
pe.
He'd been at the Planet for many years now.  A Lois had come to help him b=
ecome Superman and defeat
 Tempus, at least in his dimension.  Unfortunately, this Lois belonged to =
another Clark.  Later, H.
G. Wells had taken Clar
k to help in her Metropolis when Tempus abducted her husband.  They'd defe=
ated Tempus again, but Cl
ark went home alone.
In all that time, he had not found his own Lois.  She had gone missing whi=
le working on a story abo
ut gun running in the Congo, long before he came to the Planet.
A quick step echoed in the empty halls of the old chateau.  Clark turned t=
o see his friend, H.G. We
lls emerging from the shadows.
"I heard a call," Clark told him.  "I know it's Lois.  But there's no one =
in this building."
"Interesting.  Perhaps her call came through the inter-dimensional vortex =
behind my time machine as
 I arrived."
"She's here," Clark studied Wells hopefully, "isn't she?"
"In a manner of speaking."  The small man's eyes twinkled.  "Come.  We hav=
e a great deal of work to
 do."

*End of Improvisation on Lois Theme Variation*

*  *  *

"Thank you very much," the tall band member bowed.  "Remember, the Lois Th=
eme Variation is resolved
 in 'One for Alt.'  Now, we'll play a Lois theme more similar to the Origi=
nal Opus."
"That's it!" Clark lifted his chin and rose elegantly from his transistor.=
  "I'm outahere."
"Later!" Lois lingered at the microphone, tossing the departing Clark a ki=
ss and a wink.  He waved
a long, aristocratic hand.
Lois turned from her mike to the tall trombonist.  "We can do it without h=
im, can't we?"
The woman shrugged.  "This one? Sure."  She nodded toward the keyboard.  "=
Back to the beginning, li
ke none of that happened!"  She giggled.  "Or didn't happen.  Whatever!"
Again, the law counted, " Just a one =85"

*  *  *

*One For Alt: Improvisation on Lois Theme Reprise*
Cursing the voluminous robes that her abductor had turned into a trap for =
her, Lois struggled in va
in to break free from the straps binding her to a chair.  To her extreme i=
ndignation, the fabric ha
d even been used to bli
nd her.
"Having a good time, Lois?"
"Who are you?"  Since she could not see the man who mocked her, she listen=
ed carefully to the deep
melodic voice with its cutting sardonic edges.
"Oh, god.  I have to introduce myself.  Where is Herb when you don't need =
him?"  The man laughed in
 a way that Lois did not find enjoyable.  "I'm Tempus, Lois, the manipulat=
or of Time, the slayer of
 Superman!"
"Is this some Dungeons and Dragons game?  Who are you?"
"What would you prefer I say?  I'm your worst nightmare?  I've come to loc=
k you away in the distant
 past because I want to kill the guy who loves you?"
"The guy who loves me?"  Lois selected the only intelligible part of his s=
peech.  "Mitchell?  The h
ypochondriac?  Mitch's only true love is his delicate state of health."
"Oh, this is good.  She doesn't know!  She hasn't even met the mild manner=
ed reporter, yet.  If I m
ention the handsome guy in blue tights she won't even think to yell for he=
lp!" Again his chilling l
augh made Lois cringe.
 "I'm going to lock you away with no dream man to remember, and no H.G. We=
lls to come messing up my
 plans."
"H.G. Wells is dead."
"No, Lois.  Where you're going, he's hasn't even been born!"
Lois distinctly heard the man start up an engine.  A strange whooshing noi=
se whirled around her, an
d somehow, even seemed to move right through her.  She stiffened with frig=
ht, her thoughts a whirl.

_Oh, God!  I=85I=85I sometimes do things, you know, like jump into the poo=
l without checking the water
level first, but it's not bad.  It's the only way I know how to do it.  Ho=
w to get the job done, to
 get the respect that I
 want=85that I deserve!_

Oddly, Lois felt somehow that someone should be reassuring her.  No voice =
came.

Had she fallen apart and off the machine, Lois might have discovered a lif=
e that was almost exactly
 like that of our Lois and Clark in The Series.  Instead, the moment to sq=
uirm away from Tempus pas
sed uneventfully.  Lois
 never experienced what might have been.

At last, the terrifying ride ceased.   Lois heard the sounds of many peopl=
e gasping and murmuring.
 Beside her, Tempus stood up and delivered a speech.
"I have brought The Prisoner that you must hold for me.  Behold your charg=
e."
Painfully, her headdress was ripped off her head.  A confusion of impressi=
ons met her bewildered se
nses.  The sardonic voice belonged to a tall man with dark blonde hair.  T=
empus spoke to a crowd of
 people in strange dres
s, threatening them with death and destruction should she escape their car=
e.  His choice of vocabul
ary seemed odd and mystical, but he certainly spoke English.  They answere=
d in another language; sh
e recognized the occasi
onal word or phrase from her high-school French class.  Despite the differ=
ence in language, they se
emed to have no difficulty understanding him.
Having whipped the crowd into a frenzy of fear, the man reached over, snap=
ped off the bonds holding
 Lois, and shoved her into the midst of what was now a mob.  She staggered=
, and fell into the arms
of a broad-chested man
with kindly blue eyes and graying hair.  Beside him, a tiny, motherly, blo=
nde lady with wide-set bl
ue eyes smiled at Lois and gently laid a comforting hand on her arm.  Then=
, with the ghost of an im
pish smile the woman wi
nked.
Behind Lois, the whooshing began again.  Her own fear was reflected in the=
 people around her;  she
clung to the friendly man, so obviously a leader among the people who coll=
ected around the kindly c
ouple.
As soon as the noise and distortions ended, Lois whirled to look at Tempus=
.  He and the platform wi
th chairs on which he had stood were gone.
"He's gone!" she said.
"Il est parti!" they agreed.
Neither understood the other.
Startled, Lois looked around the chateau.  With each detail she noticed, h=
er heart sank further.  A
s crazy as it sounded, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was tr=
apped in time, a time ver
y long before hers.
For a moment, tears flowed.  The kindly couple reached out to her, and she=
 managed to smile at them
.
Bringing her chin up with determination, she made an effort to recall her =
high-school French class.

"Lois Lane,"  she offered her hand, "et vous?"
The resulting conversation was confusing, but Lois made the best of it.  F=
irmly, she refused to wor
ry about her self-centered, hypochondriac mother and demanding, distant fa=
ther.  Somewhere, there m
ight be a man that Temp
us had thought could rescue her, but she wasn't going to just sit
around moping.  Right where she was, she was going to learn as
much as she could.  Maybe there would even be a paper that
needed a good investigative reporter.

*End of Improvisation on Lois Theme Reprise*
*  *  *
"Thank you very much.  Please watch for 'One for Alt,' at fanfic near
you!"
Leaving the stage, Lois waved to the band.  "We'll be there!" she
called.
"We'll keep the conventional story option short," called the tallest.
"Our promise to Clark."
Lois laughed as she left.
"Wish she'd stayed to sing again," the lone male groused.
"Ye-es!" one of the women laughed.  "Then Clark would have come
back to listen."
The women giggled gleefully.

The End
Or, if you will, To Be Continued in "One for Alt."

* * *

Any feed back appreciated and accepted.
klair El

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Continued from New:Alt Might Have Been (1/3)
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If my either of my versions of Alt. Lois had not disappeared, this is
 what might have been!!!!!!!!!

New:Alt Might Have Been (2/3)

His golden haze long gone, Clark was cursing himself.  Of all the
articles to have landed on the top of his clippings, why did it have to
be "Mating rituals of the knob-tailed gecko" from The Borneo
Gazette, no less!  If only he could find his voice, and explain about
papers rescued from under furniture.  At the very least, he could ask
Perry to look at something else.  Instead, like the proverbial deer in
the headlights, he froze.

Someone had left the office door open a crack.  As a good
investigative reporter, Lois listened, then grimaced.  Something
told her that the man wouldn't be walking out of there an employee.
Perry was winding it down in a major way.

"Kent, I'm sure that these are=85fascinating stories, but you see, son,
this is the Daily Planet!"

Lois glanced over to get a glimpse of the poor sucker.  One look,
and she knew that he must not leave.  It wasn't because she
needed some help.  It wasn't his wide shoulders, narrow hips, and
powerful thighs.  It wasn't the elegant hands, the soft mouth, the
downcast eyes, or the unruly dark curls.  The thing that ripped at
Lois was the pain in the line of the bowed head, the defeat in the
slumped shoulders, and the dejection of his posture.

Something deep inside her said that the picture was all wrong.
This creature was meant to stand up right and confident.  He was
meant to be loved.

"We're the greatest newspaper in the whole world,"  Perry
continued his dismissal inexorably.  "Now, our people are
dedicated servants of the Fourth Estate who routinely handle
matters of international significance."  Jimmy brushed past Lois
and burst into Perry's office.

"All right, Chief, I fixed the horn on your golf cart."

"Not now, Jimmy."

"The tone's still off=85"

"Jimmy!  Not now!"

Jimmy left, muttering.

Lois knew she had to act before Perry recovered. _Fall for me,
farm boy,_ Lois prayed, projecting to the stranger in the office. _We
don't have much time for it._

"Now=85as I, uh," Perry struggled to recover his point, "as I was
saying, you just can't walk in here=85"

"Chief!"  Lois, racing into the office, didn't give Perry a chance to
answer.  "I think there's a story here and we should have the guy
checked out, you know, the crazy one from this morning.  He was an
engineer at EPRAD and he=85"

"Lois! Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?"

"Oh."  Lois just stared at him.

Perry sighed deeply. "Lois Lane."  Again, he sighed, nodding at the
new man.  "Clark Kent."

"Clark?"  Lois whirled on the young man timidly extending his hand.
"Clark Kent?!?"  For an entire second, she stared at him with a
creditable expression of unbelief.  Then she launched herself at
him, wrapping herself around him, plastering his mouth with a kiss,
preventing him from uttering a word.

As a kiss, it didn't rate very highly.  He was stiff, maybe terrified.
She was distracted, concentrating on shutting him up and
badgering Perry into hiring him.

All those considerations aside, both of them knew something had
happened.  Neither had time to figure out what that was.

He'd needed a hug all morning.  The kiss was a delicious bonus.
Clark was back in his golden haze.

Clark couldn't have said anything if his life had depended on it.  And
suddenly, his life was valuable to him.  Impossibly, incredibly
precious.  How could he ever, ever, ever have thought of ending it!

She lifted away from the kiss, and he smiled at her.  He smiled at
Perry as she badgered him into hiring Clark.  He smiled at people
in the newsroom as she dragged him out and grabbed her coat.

Only when her hand left him did his deep routed sense of duty put
words in his mouth.

"I'm sorry I'm engaged."  The emphasis was all on the sorry.

Lois, who had been heading for covers, or a screen of bushes,
which ever came first, revised her plan without missing a beat.

"We've got to hit the street."  Lois smacked Clark's shoulder as she
passed.

His reactions were so slow, he couldn't cushion her blow, but he
was the one who felt it.  She wasn't even looking at her hand.  Her
voice was hard.  He could hardly believe she was the same woman
who had kissed him.

"Mind if I ask where we're going?"  He gulped, surprised to have
found his voice.

"To interview Samuel Platt; he's convinced the Messenger was
sabotaged,"  She marched up the ramp.  "I'll brief you on the way.
And let's get something straight," she whirled back, stabbing his
chest with a stiff index finger, "I didn't work my buns off to become
an investigative reporter for the Daily Planet just to baby sit some
hack from no-where's ville.  And another thing.  You're not working
with me; you're working for me.  I call the shots.  I ask the questions.
 You are low man.  I =85 am top banana and that's the way I like it.
Comprendes?

Amazed that her finger was uninjured, Clark nodded convulsively as
he dove into the empty elevator after her.  He thought she might
want an answer, so he tried to summarize.  "You like to be on top.
Got it."

Clark was appalled at the words he had uttered, but Lois laughed.
The sound was incredible.  It tickled parts of him that Lana would
never find, would never even want to know existed.

"Don't push me, Kent," Lois teased him, watching him through her
long, thick dark lashes.  "You are way out of your league."

Quickly, before his temptress disappeared again into the
professional reporter, Clark kissed her.  This kiss definitely
improved on the last.  For one thing, the full attention of both
participants was focused on their meeting.  Before things could
escalate, the door slid open and two voices interrupted.

"Clark!"  Lana's sharp tones were unmistakable.

"Kent!"  Perry White won the battle of the sounds.

"She's an old friend," Clark found himself explaining.  He couldn't
stop smiling, even when he looked into Lana's enraged face.

Lois nearly laughed.  The woman was practically wearing a placard
with the words, "No Competition."

Lana was about to join them in the elevator, but somehow, it was
Perry who ended up with them as the door closed again.  Clark
began to realize that the editor was a significant force.

"I've got something to say to you both besides a reminder to push
the buttons when you get into the elevator."  White glowered from
one to the other, daring them to say that they pretty well had, even if
not the way he meant.  When he had their attention, he gave them a
shock.  "I know."

"You know?"  Clark gulped.  Perry knew that he had just hired
"Strange-man!"

Lois was not about to give any ground.  "What exactly do-you-
know?"

"You know=85about you two=85that you're not=85old."

"Ah!  So you do know."  Lois nodded, her eyes dancing.

"How do you know?"  Clark, cautious, still couldn't believe he'd
escaped.

"It's better you don't know.  But, I don't know =85 officially.  But then,=
 if
a man in my position, didn't know-unofficially, I wouldn't be a man in
my position."

"So, now that you know-unofficially,"  Clark followed up, thinking of
Lana.  "Are you going to tell anyone that you =85 you know, know?"

"No.  I just wanted you to know."

"Oh."  Lois smiled mischievously.   "Well, thank you, sir.  I feel much
better knowing that you know."

"Me, too."  Clark agreed, rather more earnestly.

"There is something else you should know-though."

"What's that?"

"The minute you step outside that door," Perry indicated the shiny
elevator exit, "I no longer know, and  I don't want to know =85
anything else =85 worth knowing, in the future."

There followed the most astonishing days of Clark's life.  Working
with Lois was like=85like=85like nothing else!  One moment, she'd be
every-man's fantasy of soft lips and yielding curves.  The next, she'd
be hard as nails and treat him like she'd never so much as thought
of putting her any part of her personal space in his vicinity.

But always, Lois was his friend, and they learned a lot about each
other as they worked together.  He surprised himself with how much
he told her about his growing up, both before and after the car
crash that killed his parents.

On their way past a cemetery once, Clark asked Lois why she
seemed so preoccupied.  In a few moments, they were standing
beside a pair of well tended graves in a sheltered spot.

"They were my Aunt Lucy and her husband.  When I was young, my
parents=85had problems; heck, they still do.  My aunt's home was my
real home."

Lois smiled at Clark.  "Uncle Clint would have liked you.  You're very
like him."

Clark knew that thank you was the only answer, but from the look on
her face as she talked about her aunt and uncle, he felt deeply that
he was indeed very grateful for the compliment.

Being her friend and partner had its difficulties as well.

That smarmy guy, Ralph, asked Clark why he never let Cat get near
him, but Lois practically spent the days in his lap.  After recovering
from the breathlessness that image of Lois created, Clark tried a
remark about old friends.

Ralph muttered that Lois didn't have boy friends, old or new.

That information made Clark absurdly happy, but also gave him a
chance to protest he wasn't a boy friend, old or new.

Ralph, looking at Clark like he was crazy, made his voice drip with
sarcasm.  "Oh!  That makes it all right, then!  Remind me to leave
my job so I can come back and be an old friend of Lois Lane's!"

Once, Clark tried to ask Lois why she had kissed him in Perry's
office.  He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but the next thing he
knew, he was apologizing to her for being kissed.  Apologizing to
Lana was never so exciting.  While he was verbally groveling to
Lois, she gently touched his lips, shushing him with a finger that
sent sparks through him.

"You did very well, Clark," Lois hushed him, momentarily replacing
her finger with a quick kiss.  "Don't ever feel that you let me down in
front of Perry."

"Then, why do you keep kissing me?  Perry said he kn=85"

Lois shut Clark up with a fervent kiss.  "Remember," she whispered
seductively in his ear, "no one knows, you know.  So we have to act
as though no one knew=85anything=85worth knowing."

Clark tried protesting again just to be kissed again.  Sometimes,
Lois was very obliging, and this time was one of those.

Apparently she meant it, though, when she said her affectionate
displays were just for show.  When Lois picked him up at the seedy
rooming house he lived in after leaving Lana's hotel room, he
thought she had a good time looking him over, wrapped, as he
was, in nothing but a towel.  Although he hadn't planned to be
undressed, Clark waited hopefully.

All Lois said was, "I said nine, not naked."

Clark was so disoriented, that he changed instantaneously.  He did
it in his other room, but Lois noticed.  So, he ended up babbling to
her about how Lana had kept him on the phone.  The last thing he
wanted to talk to Lois about was Lana.  His work partner was
always talking about how he had to take care of his engaged
partner, but his fianc=E9e wasn't so generous.  Between the two of
them, he didn't know what was happening to him.

Still, Clark had problems, aside from Lana.  Like the little incident
that happened on the way to his interview with Perry on the first day.
 He'd stopped a run-away bus, and he was glad to save the lives of
the pedestrians it had threatened.  Unfortunately, he'd left a hand
print on the bus, and a woman gasping and pointing at him.  There
had to be a way to help without exposing himself to, well, exposure.
"Strange" man belonged in the shadows.

One day, while with Lois, Clark rescued a sewer worker.
Afterwards, she helped him convince everyone that Clark was not
involved with the man's deliverance, yet she did it as though she
herself hadn't seen a thing.  Nothing but the dirt all over his clothes,
that she saw.  At some point in her diversionary tactics, she
advised him, rather pointedly, to bring a change of clothes to work.

The idea kind of grew for him.  What if he had some kind of outfit
that would disguise him, like Batman, or Zorro!  While he was still
just thinking, someone she was spying on captured Lois, and his
rescue was, well, embarrassing.  He decided he had to take action.

After he had engineered an escape from the spy mess, he
assembled a costume.  Somewhere in his wanderings, he'd picked
up a pair of red boots.  No one knew he had them.  They were much
too flashy for Clark Kent.  But they were perfect for keeping people
from noticing him.  At a sporting goods store, Clark found a blue ski
suit and little racing swim suit in the same red as the boots.  He
matched the boots and bathing suit with some yards of red stuff
that made a flowing cape.  Then, he found a yellow belt in a
dumpster.  On a whim, he placed his Kryptonian family crest on his
chest.  Later, he added a gold version to the cape.

He slicked back his hair and took off his glasses.

There was one thing for certain.  People didn't look at his face.

Except Lois.  When he walked into the shuttle and swallowed the
bomb, she kissed him.  For horrible moment, he thought she kissed
every man she met, but she whispered his name with a tiny,
intimate laugh.  Then, she introduced him to the world.  In one
glorious moment, "Strange-man" became Superman.

Clark couldn't stop grinning.  Furious, Lana broke their engagement
and exposed him to the world.

The world, on the whole, seemed pleased.

Feeling that the planet had become estrogen soaked, Lois
proposed.  When Clark accepted, she took immediate action.
Some people knew how to pull strings, especially for Superman.
Lois and Clark were married within hours.  Their wedding night was-
-Super.

Grappling in the limbo where Lois had left him, Tempus hooked a
coil of missed months.  In a few moments, he discovered that this
was the period of her life that Lois had skipped by falling off his
machine.  Far more of a scientist than he ever revealed to others,
Tempus carefully studied the lives he had uncovered.  To his
disgust, he discovered that, as many Superman scholars from his
era had speculated, Clark lost the will to live if all hope of his Lois
was removed.  There during the period when Lois was missing
from the life-line, Clark had wanted to die.

In preparation for his takeover of  an Earth in a dimension not his
own, Tempus had run many simulations of his moment of triumph.
Time after time, he had held aloft the piece of Kryptonite, crippling
and killing the newly minted Superman.  Then the adoring
electorate made Tempus mayor of Metropolis.  He had become
fond of saying to himself, "Today Metropolis, tomorrow the worlds."

There was, however, a flaw.  If that troglodyte in blue grabbed the
Kryptonite and fearlessly swallowed it, killing himself, Tempus lost
their attention.  There was no question about it.  Unaccountable!
That's what the ignoramuses called the voting public were.  Even in
his simulations, they would not vote for the man who simply gave
the alien his means of suicide.

And now, Tempus had the proof in his hands, that if Lois was dead
or out of his dimension, Clark would chose death.

Torn between pride that he had taken account of this possibility,
and fury that Lois had escaped him, Tempus gave the coil of
unused life a fearful tug.  Far away, where Lois and Clark had fallen
into a happy sleep, they began to drift apart.  Again, Tempus pulled,
using his time machine as a winch.

With a snarl of selfish satisfaction, Tempus reeled a bruised and
battered Lois back into the reality he had created.  With a quick flip,
he folded time so that part disappeared.

Vindictively, he stamped the opening thoroughly closed.  Wells had
hidden the extra day in the lives of  the other Lois and Clark to
make them forget they had met him; now Tempus eradicated the
time that he did not want.

The brief life that Lois and Clark had lived, their meeting kiss at the
Planet, their creation of Superman, all of this crumbled and
disappeared.  The wonderful life became nothing more than what
might have been.

Continued in New:Alt Might Have Been (3/3)
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I'm sending this to all the lists, so I'm sorry if some of you get it more
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LAFF2000 will be held at the Beverly Garland Holiday Inn on Aug. 2nd through
the 6th. It will primarily be a gathering of FOLC, but we hope to have some
guests, and we will definitely have some fun activities. <g> It's a great
opportunity to meet fellow fans of L&C and be able to put faces to those
mysterious email addies and IRC nicks. <g>

If you are interested in attending or just want more information, email me
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New:Alt Might Have Been (1/3)
All italics are marked as _italics _, bold as *bold.*

If my either of my versions of Alt. Lois had not disappeared, this is
 what might have been!!!!!!!!!

Alt Might Have Been
Including two versions of "One For Alt: Improvisation on Lois
Theme"

The seedy little cyber bar where online fanfic characters hung out
between gigs hummed!  Going for a trendy retro look, the place had
antique cathode ray lighting.  Ancient bulky silicon chips served as
square iridescent tables.  For chairs, someone had wired together
transistors and resisters from old make-your-own electronics kits.
A crowd of the most popular characters glanced enviously at the
couple in the shadows of a cozy spot by the band.  Even among the
celebrities, they were stars.

"Let's go now."  Clark nuzzled her neck.  "Come on, Lois."

"I'll come later," she assured him, taking his breath away with her
promise.  Playing coy, Lois pretended to concentrate on putting the
amber liquid of her cocktail, an Intel, inside her.  "We'll drop by nfic
on our way home.  Look.  The next band's starting."

Frustrated, Clark glanced through the haze at the group.  The
females drooled at him.

Tuning heart-strings and hiding her twinkling blue eyes behind her
long blonde hair, the base player produced passages that wept and
plucks that laughed.  A redhead gave a few hot licks on her wit set.
Tossing long curls, a blonde with wide blue eyes sighed warm and
fuzzy sounds through her sax. One very brave lone male was sorting
out his guitar acoustics.  A vibrant young brunette with a trumpet
and a wonderful smile was a holdover from the Xena set.  Another
brunette, with eyes to rival Lois Lane's, ran scales, laying down the
law for the group from her stacks of keyboards.

Sticking to his point, Clark turned away to find a tender spot behind
his wife's ear and completely forgot to listen for a while.

Struggling with a long slide into which she fed so much and from
which she produced so little, the tallest came to the microphone.
Her trombone clutched tightly, she acknowledged the applause
aimed at the other members of the group with an Elvis phrase:
"Thank you.  Thank you very much!  We're the Festers, plain FoLCs
from Raleigh, NC."  A visitor at the back applauded wildly.  "Thank
you, friend.  We know who you are and we're hope you're with us for
the next gig.

"Tonight, we're going to do some improv on the love theme from my
as yet to be released symphony, "One for Alt."

"Oh, no," groaned Clark.  "That's us."

"Great!"  Lois laughed.  "Foreplay!"

"When it comes to composing for the Alts," the trombonist chatted,
introducing the piece, "there are two precedents to be found in the
Official Opus.  One is the wistful Clark watching a Lois who, at best,
has Superman in her eyes."

"I'm not going there again!" Clark lowered his head to glower at
Lois.  "We leave now."

Hastily, the tall speaker leaned back to the microphone.  "We'll
leave that one for later, and take the Variation first.  This other view
is found in the episode 'Tempus, Anyone?'  There, we find a Lois
who immediately kisses Clark and quickly makes a Superman of
him."

Reluctantly mollified, Clark brought his transistor on stage and
straddled it awaiting his cue.  Lois took the microphone to
tumultuous applause.

>From the band, the law counted, " A one, and a two =85"

*  *  *

*One For Alt: Improvisation on Lois Theme Variation*

"Are you supposed to take me into this building?"  Lois prompted,
peering through the slit in her pale veiling at the two frightened
women.  She could speak neither their African languages nor the
French dialect that was the Congo's colonial language.  Apparently,
they had exhausted their English.

They had brought her to this place using nothing but the single
word, "please."  The gun they had waved at her was no threat; she
could have disarmed them in a flash.  The thing she couldn't ignore
was the pleading in their eyes.  That, and her instinct for a story;
when the women had appeared, her intuition had kicked like a five
year old at his first karate class.  At the moment, though, she was
doubting her impulse.

The derelict warehouse where they had halted was
unprepossessing.  Under the noonday sun, the streets were
deserted; and the heat was unbearable.  As cover for her story on
gun running, she had adopted the dress of strict Muslim women.
Right at the moment, she was grateful for the long coat, headscarf
and face veil.  At least, she was sheltered from the sun by the
garments.  Underneath them, she wore nothing but light linen shorts
and top, in the same champagne color as her cover.  Even her
hidden hair was tied in a stubby ponytail, to keep it off her neck.

With a sigh, Lois closed her large brown eyes momentarily.  She
was not feeling well.  Her doctor had been right.  Administering that
battery of shots so quickly was not a good idea.  When the
requirements for her Congo visa had arrived, Lois had just raced
out and taken them immediately, even over her physician's
objections.

Funny thing about that inoculations list; it was so different from the
other official papers.

And what had all her haste bought her?  Here she was with only one
gun in sight, and she was in its sights.  Worse still, her famous
instincts were telling her that she'd followed up a story whose only
Metropolis Connection was that it threatened the life of a Daily
Planet reporter.  A lot of politicians in the state of New Troy would
like that part, but it wouldn't be popular with Perry when her expense
account was reviewed.

Nobody was moving.  Impatiently, Lois jumped in, as usual, without
testing the waters.  She thrust the door wide and stepped into the
dank warehouse.  There was a scuffling sound.  A child ran past
Lois, babbling in language incomprehensible to her.  The women
scooped up the little one.  As they ran away, a large hand ceased
her arm.

"May day!"  she called, hoping it would be recognizable as the
original phrase in French, "M'aidez!"

"Oh, I don't think you want help, Lois," the rich male voice was
unpleasantly sardonic.  "I've been over this day from every angle,
and if you do anything but come with me, you die."

"With you, I'm safe?"  Lois let her incredulity show.  There weren't
many heroes in her world, but they didn't normally help people by
kidnapping them.

"I don't know," he sounded rather interested.  "This is the first time
I've genuinely tried to save you."

"Who,"  Lois asked emphatically, " are you?"

"Tempus," his voice was impatient.  "I'm Tempus and sick of
introducing myself.  We really must stop meeting today."  He
paused, now looking pleased with himself, and then continued with
his usual sarcasm.  "You're probably wishing good old Herb was
here to explain everything.  Ah, no!  How could you?  You've never
met him."  This inanity seemed to amuse Tempus.

Lois groaned.  "You're an angry gun runner, I suppose."

"I did try that!  Do you know that when you were tortured you
screamed so loudly, he actually came and found you?"  He shook
his head in obvious disbelief.  "Didn't even know you, and he came
to rescue you!"

Rescue sounded good.  Lois let out a piercing scream.  He turned
casually, considering her effort much as a judge might watch a
figure skater.  "Not nearly loud enough."

Tempus was enjoying himself, almost as much as he had when he
had first killed Superman.  The day was engraved on his memory,
his second grade field trip to the Metropolis Holographic History
Museum.  As always, he had wandered to the side, and in a
blinding moment of inspiration, he had affected the programming
and actually slain the big blue boy!  Well, just the holo-version,
unfortunately, but the moment had given his life a purpose.
No one had ever suspected that he was responsible for the holo-
slaying.  He had always cultivated lying and the appearance of
ignorance.

That day had been spiced with the screams of his classmates, and
the frustrations of the adults.  Most thrilling was the immediate
conviction that one day he would be the evil Tempus, distorting time
by attacking Superman from it.  When H.G. Wells had innocently
confirmed his assumption by approaching him, Tempus had been
well prepared.

Lois did not like the look on his face as Tempus stared at her.  She
was not surprised by the question that popped out of her mouth:
"When did we try this torture bit?"

"Always with the questions, Lois.  Let me ask one of my own.  Are
you familiar with the film, "Groundhog Day?"

"Guy has to keep repeating a day until he's good enough for the
girl,"  Lois did a double take.  "You want me!?"

He laughed, a sound to give you nightmares.  "If I wanted you, Lois,
I'd seduce you with a lamb chop and a fine Merlot."

"Bad answer,"  Lois hissed, wrenching her arm from his grasp and
sprinting for the exit.  Unfortunately, she stumbled a bit on the
voluminous clothing she was wearing.  Cursing her decision to hide
in a yashmak, she struggled to untangle herself.

"Lois!"  Not only did he make no effort to stop her, but his voice
sounded so jaded.  "Are you going to bore me by dying _again?_

Lois hesitated.  "You make it sound like this is just a waste of time."

"Duh!"  The tall man turned and walked away, deep into the
cavernous darkness.  Just when she thought Tempus was leaving
by the rear, a light came on in the distance, revealing a platform
with two large armchairs.  "Let's take a load off."

As Lois drew nearer, she realized that what she had assumed to be
a coffee table in front of the chairs, was actually something
resembling a dashboard and steering wheel.  She stopped
following Tempus.

"As much as it goes against the grain with me," the man sighed,
noticing her hesitation,  "I'm compelled to save your life here."

"Thank you."  Her voice was as cynical as his.

"Oh, gods, don't _thank_ me.  I'm upset enough as it is."

"Then, why 'save' me?"

Tempus laughed again.  Lois could have done without it.

"If I don't, there's a big guy in blue tights who'll finally succeed in
committing suicide, just when I'm killing him."  The sardonic edges
of his voice became quite sulky.  "It totally ruins the effect."

Lois boggled.

Amusement sneered across his face.  "What I'd really like to know,
Lois, is how does he do it?  How does he know that you are alive
and in his dimension?  What difference does it make to him when
you're not?"  He frowned for a moment into her dumbfounded face,
appalled that he had begun to tell her the truth.  Good god, he was
turning into Herb, always explaining things.

Seating himself, he picked up the little device that lay on the chair
beside him and waved for her to sit.  "Come on.  We've got to get
out of here!"  Tempus decided it was time to revert to lies.   "For all
I know, the gas main will explode and bring the building down
around us.  You've certainly picked a lot of ways to die and leave no
trace around here."

"I die and leave no trace?"

"At first it was traffic accidents," he complained, spinning his
fallacious tale.  "When I started keeping you from them, you moved
on to wars and natural disasters.  There is a malevolent force out to
get you, a curse somebody put on all people who threaten the
gunrunners.   Well, nobody's going to curse you while I'm around."
Compelled, not so much by his persuasions as her own curiosity,
Lois jumped up beside Tempus on the platform.  As the machine
coughed into life, the entire universe began to heave around her.
Still, she heard his voice.

"Except me, that is!"  He tossed something into her lap.

Actually, Tempus was just putting down the little device he'd picked
up from her seat.  He was delighted, at first, to see that he had
frightened her.

Frantically, she tried to brush the thing away, but it got tangled in her
loose coat.  Desperate, she ignored the distorting whirl around her
and stood.

With an angry snarl, Tempus grabbed at her, struggling to return her
to the seat.  The churning dark around them sucked her away from
him.  Furious and fumbling, Tempus lost her.

Lois did not realize she had escaped.  Blackness engulfed her.

Clark Kent leaned his forehead against the cold metal frame of the
hotel window and wondered what it would be like to fall from a
height to your death.  If he stepped out of the window in broad
daylight like this, no such release would come for him.  When
eventually he would have to land somewhere, they'd capture him
and lock him away to dissect him like a frog.  Every day, his fianc=E9e
sweetly reminded him of that danger, but he wouldn't have believed
her alone.  His father also had warned him long ago, _before,_
Clark braced himself against the painful fact, _before he died._

Sometimes, he wondered if he should just let "Them" try.  Clark had
yet to find the prison that could hold him, the weapon that could
wound him, or anything at all that could kill him.  For sometime now,
life had not seemed worth living.  He didn't know why it wasn't, it just
wasn't.  Not even his fianc=E9e's love made the effort worthwhile.

"Clark!  Clark!"  Lana had turned off the shower and was stepping
out of it.  "I asked you if you had organized your portfolio!"

His fianc=E9e was in the next room, but her voice penetrated his
reverie.  The echoes from the tile of the bathroom only partly
accounted for the sharpness of her tones.

"Yes, Lana."  Turning back to the desk, Clark tossed the clippings
he'd been trying to organize into the folder quickly.  Then he saw
one more.

"You want this interview to go well, don't you, Clark?"

"Yes, Lana."  The paper lay just beyond his reach under a heavy
dresser.

"We both need to have jobs in the city if we're going to stay here
together."

"Yes, Lana."  Gently, he lifted the weighty piece of furniture with one
hand, nabbing the paper with the other.

"And so we don't want you doing anything 'Strange' today, do we?"
Lana's voice inserted the quotation marks and doubtless her
fingers did as well.

Still balancing the bureau, he hesitated, listening.  His hearing didn't
need to be enhanced to detect her sharp heels on the tiles.  Her
hand was swinging open the bathroom door.  Quickly, he restored
the furniture to its place, dropped the clipping on the pile, and
slammed closed the folder as she hesitated in the doorway.

"Do we?"  Her voice insisted on an answer.

"No, Lana."

"You've been so good today," she purred.  He knew suddenly that
she had not seen a thing.

His relief was enormous.  For a fleeting moment, Clark drifted in a
haze so golden that he thought he might faint, or, in Lana's eyes
worse still, float!

"Clark!" Lana's piercing voice smacked him out of his reverie.

"What is the matter with you, Clark!  You look like you're going to
faint."

Clark pulled himself together, tamping down the dizzying relief.

"Guess I'm really excited about the interview," he excused himself
nervously.

"Don't be silly.  Of course, it'll go well.  Now, remember.  When my
parents arrive to take me to lunch, we're not sharing the room.  You
live down the hall."

She emphasized her point by stabbing him with a finger.  Clark had
to move quickly to prevent her from damaging herself.  He would
pay dearly if he didn't.  He must have been successful; she
continued stabbing as she ticked off her list of issues.

"You can't come with us because of your interview."

"I can't." _Can't what, Clark?_ an inner voice mocked him.  _Can't
make love to her again?_

"I said that Clark!" Lana whined.  "Aren't you paying attention?"

What was he thinking?  He was so lucky to have a girl like Lana, a
girl who allowed him to love her.

_A girl,_ the voice mocked, _who allows you to obey her._

Clark shook his head, trying to clear it.  Desperate to get away, he
grabbed up his briefcase.  "I'm sorry, Lana, I meant I won't be able
to see your parents.  I have to leave for my interview right now."

"Well, for goodness sake," she said marching over to the door and
opening it for him, "try to look happy about it!"

As he passed her, she offered her cheek.  Dutifully, he gave it a
peck.  Then he had to wait while she fussed at his messing her
make-up.  As her whine followed him down the hall to the elevator,
he wished vaguely that she had given him a hug.  Or even, allowed
him to give her one.  The door shut.  Standing in the hallway of
closed doors, facing the closed elevator, he felt like the loneliest
man in existence, and he didn't know if he could stand it.

He moved a hand in a hopeless gesture and realized that he had
not put the file into his brief case.

Suddenly, looking down at the portfolio, he lifted again into the
golden haze, and felt a rush of joy.  For some reason he felt a deep
conviction that in his hands was a promise, a promise of something
really wonderful.  Clark couldn't wait to take his clippings to The
Daily Planet.  There, he'd find the thing that would make the
difference, the thing that would make life worthwhile.  A moment
ago, it hadn't been anywhere.  Now, it was there, waiting for him at
the newspaper office.  He was sure of it.

"Lois!  Lois, honey!  Are you O.K.?"

"Perry?"  Up from some dark whirlpool, Lois fought to reach out to
her friend and mentor.

_Why,_ she wondered, _is the world so dark?  No, it's my eyes!
They won't open._

"Darlin', did you get any sleep at all while you were breaking that
story on the car thieves?"

"Car thieves, Perry?"  Lois forced her eyes open, and lifted her
head from her desk.  Gone were the pale robes covering shorts
and a ponytail.  Her shoulder-length dark hair fell loose around her
face.  A tailored brown suit encased her slim body.  Slowly, she
looked up at her editor.

Behind Perry she saw the young, dark aspiring photojournalist who
had taught her to hot wire a car.  His name was=85 His name was=85
"Jimmy Olsen."  Lois stared at him.

"Alright!  She's back!  At least, that's one good obituary I don't have
to write today, Chief!"

People were laughing around her, but Lois couldn't join with them.
Why did everything seem so=85distant?  The most real thing to her
mind was something she knew must have happened to her some
years ago; but it felt like just this morning that she had been in the
Congo on her story about gunrunners.  Everything in between as
vague as a poorly recalled dream.

"Lois Lane!  Lois Lane!"

There was a flurry in the newsroom as an unkempt man evaded the
guards and rushed up to her.  He was ejected by security, but the
papers he left with her supported his story.  The EPRAD shuttle, he
said, was going to explode; and he was someone with the
credentials to know it.

This was big.  She needed help.

Help!  She needed a task force.  Gloomily, she glanced around the
newsroom.  Meyers was busy, Burns was in Budapest, and Jimmy?

Jimmy was repairing the horn on Perry's golf cart, as relief from
working on obituaries, no doubt.  There were rumors around that
someone named James Olsen was going to buy the Planet.  Not
relishing working for a younger, richer, smarter version of himself,
Jimmy was looking for a job somewhere else.

Lois turned helplessly towards Perry's office.  Someone was in
there with him.  The conviction that she should know who it was
filtered in from some far off place.  Running her hand over her
forehead, she tried to remember what had happened this morning.

Slowly, a moment came back to her.  Perry had called her into his
office.

"You know who just called this mornin', Lois?  Professor Carlton!
Boy, I haven't seen him in I don't know =85He said to tell you "Hello!"

Then, they'd talked about an applicant for a job as a reporter.
Maybe this was her help!  Perry didn't think someone from the
Smallville Press would be ready for the big time at the Planet, but
how great did he have to be?  All he had to do was help the
Planet's three time Kerth winning reporter!

Lois stood up, and made her way casually over to lurk around the
editor's lair.   She'd be ready to nab this new guy as soon as Perry
had hired him.

continued in New:Alt Might Have Been (2/3)
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Continued from New:Alt Might Have Been (2/3)
All italics are marked as _italics _, bold as *bold.*

If my either of my versions of Alt. Lois had not disappeared, this is
 what might have been!!!!!!!!!

New:Alt Might Have Been (3/3)

Unaware that he had been set back in time, Clark woke up happy.
The reason for his happiness was hidden in a golden haze.  He lay
there, reveling in it.

"Clark!"  Lana's piercing voice smacked him down from his
heaven.  "You're being 'Strange!'  You=85you=85you're floating!  Stop
it right now!  Someone might see you!"

Desperately trying to remember what was happening, Clark looked
around the tiny hotel room.  A faint memory surfaced slowly.  He
was in Metropolis to interview for The Daily Planet; he tried to
steady his breathing.  For a moment, he felt so sad and dizzy that
he thought he might faint.

Lana was scolding from the bathroom.  Dumb with an unidentified
loss, Clark looked down at the folder in front of him.  "The Borneo
Gazette,  Mating rituals of the knob-tailed gecko," winked back at
him.  Why this should make him feel like laughing, he would never
guess.

Suddenly, he felt hopeful.  Something good was waiting for him,
and he had to go to the Planet to find it.  What ever it was, it was a
long, long way off, but the Planet was the key.  He pulled out the
mood piece on the destruction of an old theatre that he had written
last night, thinking it might interest the editor of the Planet.  Placing
his new story carefully on the top, he closed the folder and firmly
informed Lana that he had to leave for his interview immediately.

Grief.  It washed over Lois, totally engulfing her in pain.  Lois had
not felt such loss since Aunt Lucy and her husband had died within
months of each other.  A respite from her alcoholic mother and
absent father, her aunt and uncle had been her real family.  Their
passing had devastated Lois.

Even so, that was nothing to what she felt now.  And what was
worse, she had no idea why she felt this way.  She moaned.
"Coming around, Lois?"  That voice mocked her.  She began to
remember Tempus, and the Congo.  The room was spinning
around so badly that she decided not to look at it.

Instead, Lois groaned.

"Don't complain to me about how sore you are!  You were the one
who had to dance around on a time and dimension machine."
Tempus chuckled cruelly.

Lois decided to ignore his megalomaniac ravings.  "Where am I?"
"Don't you mean, when?"

At that, Lois did open her eyes.  The world was spinning even
worse than she had thought.   Only by concentrating could she see
the low-ceilinged room lit only by firelight.  By the massive door
lurked two burly thugs.

"France in the, oh, what would you say?"  Again the chilling chuckle
chortled.  "Sixteenth or seventeenth century?  I never paid much
attention to history."

"I knew you were doomed," Lois muttered as she carefully turned to
study Tempus.  "I think you like to pretend ignorance."  The quirk of
his eyebrow did not intimidate her.  In a moment of clarity, she
realized he had lied and blurted out her discovery.  "This isn't
Groundhog Day and I don't die."

"Everybody dies, Lois."  Beneath his cocky assurance, Lois
detected surprise.
"You never tortured me--"

"Torturing Lois Lane is my delight,"  smirking, he glanced around
the room, "and this will probably do it for you."

"And there's no guy who rescues me!"

"Oh, I fervently hope you're right about that!"  Tempus smiled
smugly.  "Now that I know you're alive, I'll be leaving.  I had arranged
for you to have just about every vaccine in the book when you went
for your travel shots, so you should survive here."

"How thoughtful of you."  Lois remembered how different the list of
inoculations had looked.  The great investigative reporter hadn't
investigated, just jumped in without checking the water.  "Why?"
"I told you, Lois, if you die, then he commits suicide, and deprives
me of murdering him."

Lois was only barely managing to control her heaving stomach, but
she succeeded in ordering him to leave the room and stay away.
"If this works," Tempus informed her gleefully, "I'll never see you
again."

"That will be too soon."

"Very good, Lois!  You're beginning to sound like me."

Before he could laugh once more, Lois rolled over the side of the
bed and violently threw up on Tempus.

She couldn't know that this would cause him to drop the little
translating device that would enable her to understand old French.
Later, Lois would recognize it as the thing Tempus had tossed on
her lap as one tosses packages on the passenger seat in the car,
unthinkingly.  Why that memory gave her a feeling of loss, she could
not recall.

On the other hand, the era's version of Martha Kent was just
outside, waiting for Tempus to leave.  Within moments of his sticky
departure, Marta, Marquisse de Petiteville, would to step into the
room, order the thugs to leave, nurse Lois back to health, and
become her good friend.

Many interesting experiences awaited Lois.  Among them was the
discovery of two portraits in the castle, each with a very similar,
comfortingly familiar face.   The oldest painting showed an
Elizabethan gentleman in blue tights.  Lois found it oddly endearing.
 The newer work was the adopted son of the Petiteville's, dressed
for fencing.

She would only later hear the tale of the secret identities which both
of these men had assumed in helping their friends and neighbors.

All these experiences were in her future as Tempus, yelling, jumped
back from her bedside and quickly left.  Exhausted by pain and
vomiting, Lois slipped into a blessed blackness again.  At the last
moment, her heart cried out, calling despairingly to whatever had
made her dreams so pleasant the last time.

Lifting his head to listen, Clark followed the sound to France.  The
old chateau was a museum.  He never stopped to see his own face
on the portraits of a gentleman in blue tights and a fencer in black.
Back and forth through the old chateau Clark went, searching
patiently, but without much hope.

He'd been at the Planet for many years now.  A Lois had come to
help him become Superman and defeat Tempus, at least in his
dimension.  Unfortunately, this Lois belonged to another Clark.
Later, H.G. Wells had taken Clark to help in her Metropolis when
Tempus abducted her husband.  They'd defeated Tempus again,
but Clark went home alone.
I
n all that time, he had not found his own Lois.  She had gone
missing while working on a story about gun running in the Congo,
long before he came to the Planet.

A quick step echoed in the empty halls of the old chateau.  Clark
turned to see his friend, H.G. Wells emerging from the shadows.
"I heard a call," Clark told him.  "I know it's Lois.  But there's no one
in this building."

"Interesting.  Perhaps her call came through the inter-dimensional
vortex behind my time machine as I arrived."

"She's here," Clark studied Wells hopefully, "isn't she?"

"In a manner of speaking."  The small man's eyes twinkled.  "Come.
 We have a great deal of work to do."

*End of Improvisation on Lois Theme Variation*

*  *  *

"Thank you very much," the tall band member bowed.  "Remember,
the Lois Theme Variation is resolved in 'One for Alt.'  Now, we'll
play a Lois theme more similar to the Original Opus."

"That's it!" Clark lifted his chin and rose elegantly from his
transistor.  "I'm outahere."

"Later!" Lois lingered at the microphone, tossing the departing
Clark a kiss and a wink.  He waved a long, aristocratic hand.
Lois turned from her mike to the tall trombonist.  "We can do it
without him, can't we?"

The woman shrugged.  "This one? Sure."  She nodded toward the
keyboard.  "Back to the beginning, like none of that happened!"
She giggled.  "Or didn't happen.  Whatever!"
Again, the law counted, " Just a one =85"

*  *  *

*One For Alt: Improvisation on Lois Theme Reprise*

Cursing the voluminous robes that her abductor had turned into a
trap for her, Lois struggled in vain to break free from the straps
binding her to a chair.  To her extreme indignation, the fabric had
even been used to blind her.

"Having a good time, Lois?"

"Who are you?"  Since she could not see the man who mocked her,
she listened carefully to the deep melodic voice with its cutting
sardonic edges.

"Oh, god.  I have to introduce myself.  Where is Herb when you don't
need him?"  The man laughed in a way that Lois did not find
enjoyable.  "I'm Tempus, Lois, the manipulator of Time, the slayer of
Superman!"

"Is this some Dungeons and Dragons game?  Who are you?"

"What would you prefer I say?  I'm your worst nightmare?  I've come
to lock you away in the distant past because I want to kill the guy
who loves you?"

"The guy who loves me?"  Lois selected the only intelligible part of
his speech.  "Mitchell?  The hypochondriac?  Mitch's only true love
is his delicate state of health."

"Oh, this is good.  She doesn't know!  She hasn't even met the mild
mannered reporter, yet.  If I mention the handsome guy in blue tights
she won't even think to yell for help!" Again his chilling laugh made
Lois cringe.  "I'm going to lock you away with no dream man to
remember, and no H.G. Wells to come messing up my plans."

"H.G. Wells is dead."

"No, Lois.  Where you're going, he's hasn't even been born!"
Lois distinctly heard the man start up an engine.  A strange
whooshing noise whirled around her, and somehow, even seemed
to move right through her.  She stiffened with fright, her thoughts a
whirl.

_Oh, God!  I=85I=85I sometimes do things, you know, like jump into
the pool without checking the water level first, but it's not bad.  It's
the only way I know how to do it.  How to get the job done, to get the
respect that I want=85that I deserve!_

Oddly, Lois felt somehow that someone should be reassuring her.
No voice came.

Had she fallen apart and off the machine, Lois might have
discovered a life that was almost exactly like that of our Lois and
Clark in The Series.  Instead, the moment to squirm away from
Tempus passed uneventfully.  Lois never experienced what might
have been.

At last, the terrifying ride ceased.   Lois heard the sounds of many
people gasping and murmuring.  Beside her, Tempus stood up and
delivered a speech.

"I have brought The Prisoner that you must hold for me.  Behold
your charge."

Painfully, her headdress was ripped off her head.  A confusion of
impressions met her bewildered senses.  The sardonic voice
belonged to a tall man with dark blonde hair.  Tempus spoke to a
crowd of people in strange dress, threatening them with death and
destruction should she escape their care.  His choice of vocabulary
seemed odd and mystical, but he certainly spoke English.  They
answered in another language; she recognized the occasional
word or phrase from her high-school French class.  Despite the
difference in language, they seemed to have no difficulty
understanding him.

Having whipped the crowd into a frenzy of fear, the man reached
over, snapped off the bonds holding Lois, and shoved her into the
midst of what was now a mob.  She staggered, and fell into the
arms of a broad-chested man with kindly blue eyes and graying
hair.  Beside him, a tiny, motherly, blonde lady with wide-set blue
eyes smiled at Lois and gently laid a comforting hand on her arm.
Then, with the ghost of an impish smile the woman winked.
Behind Lois, the whooshing began again.  Her own fear was
reflected in the people around her;  she clung to the friendly man, so
obviously a leader among the people who collected around the
kindly couple.

As soon as the noise and distortions ended, Lois whirled to look at
Tempus.  He and the platform with chairs on which he had stood
were gone.

"He's gone!" she said.

"Il est parti!" they agreed.

Neither understood the other.

Startled, Lois looked around the chateau.  With each detail she
noticed, her heart sank further.  As crazy as it sounded, she knew
beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was trapped in time, a time
very long before hers.

For a moment, tears flowed.  The kindly couple reached out to her,
and she managed to smile at them.

Bringing her chin up with determination, she made an effort to recall
her high-school French class.

"Lois Lane,"  she offered her hand, "et vous?"

The resulting conversation was confusing, but Lois made the best
of it.  Firmly, she refused to worry about her self-centered,
hypochondriac mother and demanding, distant father.  Somewhere,
there might be a man that Tempus had thought could rescue her,
but she wasn't going to just sit around moping.  Right where she
was, she was going to learn as much as she could.  Maybe there
would even be a paper that needed a good investigative reporter.

*End of Improvisation on Lois Theme Reprise*
*  *  *

"Thank you very much.  Please watch for 'One for Alt,' at fanfic near
you!"

Leaving the stage, Lois waved to the band.  "We'll be there!" she
called.

"We'll keep the conventional story option short," called the tallest.
"Our promise to Clark."

Lois laughed as she left.

"Wish she'd stayed to sing again," the lone male groused.

"Ye-es!" one of the women laughed.  "Then Clark would have come
back to listen."

The women giggled gleefully.

The End
Or, if you will, To Be Continued in "One for Alt."

* * *

Any feed back appreciated and accepted.  If anyone knows more
names for Muslim women's covering garments, please let me know.
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FoLCs!

I'm sorry that somehow the version of part three that had not been
spaced properly was sent out with the others.  Please use the
spaced one for easier reading.

BTW, if anyone knows more of the proper names for the covering
garments that Muslim women wear in public, please let me know.

thanks

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Kathy Brown wrote:
>PS.  I loved being included in Terry's list of authors we'd love to read
>more from, but I have no story in process based on "Nightfall".  I think
>you've confused me with someone else. :)

Oops!!  Sorry, I am very bad with names and have this strange sydrome
whereby I tend to confuse names with the same initial (really!)  I was
think of Karen Ward's new fanfic-in-progress.  However, I will not take
back that I am eagerly awaiting a new Kathy Brown story.  I love all of
your stories that I've read and look forward to your next masterpiece!
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We have 'em here in Canada too - not in every convenience store, but I
found one a few doors down from where I work, and bought it, and taped it
up on my desk to be a reminder of all my wonderful FoLC buddies... but not
so blatant as a pic of Dean would be - my work colleagues all think I'm
crazy enough as it is... Ours have yellow wrappers with purple script on it
- is that the same as in Britain? And I think they are made by Cadbury's.

Melisma (popping her head out from under her rock to assure everyone that
she is still alive and well here in Vancouver, even though she is
thoroughly snowed under by an avalanche of email and is trying to crawl her
way out from under it...)

At 07:22 PM 16/01/2000 -0000, you wrote:
>I second that challenge :)
>By the way a flake bar is a crumbly chocolate bar sold over here in
Britain.
>James
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic
>[mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of James Tull
>Sent: 16 January 2000 18:05
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>
>I just read Joy Sowell's 12 fanfics of Christmas and
>had a wicked idea that I would never try myself.
>
>I challenge the IRC to compose a story based on the
>12th day's list.
>
>{I have no idea what a "flake bar" is but I am sure
>you can makeup something!}
>
>On the twelfth day of Christmas my fanfic gave to me
>twelve flake bars,
>eleven super saves, (could be difficult)
>ten make out scenes, (easy for the group)
>nine interruptions, (easy for the group)
>eight misunderstandings,
>seven take out dinners, (could be difficult)
>six soggy Kleenex,
>five SUV's, (could be difficult)
>four bombs exploding,
>three major villains, (could be difficult)
>two time travelers,
>and an ending that was very waffy.
>
>
>
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>Mr. D8a
>Philipians 4:8
>
>James' sweetheart is Elisabeth, but...
>Daddy's little girl is Rosa!
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Well, I took a look at this quiz this afternoon, and three of them I had
authors and titles right off the bat.  Three I knew where to find pretty
quick, but one took a little research.

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1. Erin Klingler "Dance of Seven Veils"
2. Chris Carr "So, that's what you've been hiding"
3. Nan Smith "The way things should have been" - one of my favorites
4. Irene Dutchak "Shaken, Not Stirred"
5. Hazel "The Mirror Crack'd"
6. Carolyn Schnall "From the Stars" - This is the one that took some time,
because I thought I'd read it here on the list, but it's actually only on
the Archive :)
7. Judith Tylke "Forever Obsessed"

Gosh, all of these are eligible for this year's Kerths?  How in the world
are we going to choose?  Are all the categories this good?

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I keep seeing a brownish blonde... Sorry, I'm wierd, I know it :)

Melisma (ducking shyly back under her rock)

At 03:52 PM 22/01/2000 EST, you wrote:
>Hi everyone -
>
>    I have a pretty weird question....  :)
>
>    What do you think Perry's hair was like before it turned white and he
>started balding?  I'm trying to get an image of a younger Perry White in my
>head....
>
>    Thanks in advance!
>
>-Rachel  :)
>
>
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Brown?  Like that toupee he got?

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Subject: Hair?

Hi everyone -

I have a pretty weird question....  :)

What do you think Perry's hair was like before it turned white and he
started balding?  I'm trying to get an image of a younger Perry White in my
head....

Thanks in advance!

-Rachel  :)

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First, my apologies for any of you on all these lists for the repeated
information but I wanted to be sure to get this to as many fans as possible
-
especially those that don't read the message boards ;)

In the *Daily* editions of both The Hollywood Reporter and Daily Variety for
Friday, January 21, 2000 - there is a 2 page thank you in the Hollywood
Reporter and a full page in Daily Variety regarding the outstanding ratings
that Ripley's received for its debut.     Both have pictures of Dean that
take up the entire ad =)

The articles regarding the ratings were posted on all the message boards
that
I am aware of if you are interested in reading them =)

The *daily* editions of THR and DV are mainly available in LA and NY and
possibly a few of the other major cities but I am not sure.    Most,
however,
do carry the *Weekly* issue and it is highly possible that this Ad will run
this next week but won't actually know until Tuesday when the new weekly
issues come out.

A friend of mine has picked up a copy for me and when I get it I will have
it
scanned for the boards if it hasn't been done by the time I receive it so
that everyone will be able to see the ad - especially if it doesn't run in
the weekly issues as well.

Those can usually be found at most newsstands, Borders and Barnes & Noble
bookstores as well as many others, I assume.

Hope this helps!

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Hi Rachel-
  I did a quick check on the Internet Movie Database and a movie Lane
Smith did 23 years ago will be on TMC on Thursday morning, Jan. 27.
called "Between the Lines." If you can get TMC, you can see exactly
what he looked like at a younger age.

TerriAnn

--- Rachel Madden <LnCSwing@AOL.COM> wrote:
> Hi everyone -
>
>     I have a pretty weird question....  :)
>
>     What do you think Perry's hair was like before it turned white
> and he
> started balding?  I'm trying to get an image of a younger Perry White
> in my
> head....
>
>     Thanks in advance!
>
> -Rachel  :)
>
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Title:  Universal Union Book2 =

Part:  9

Author: Jenni Debbage

Rating: PG-13

Feedback:  Comments welcome, public or private

Summary:  These two chapters are the answer to the cliff-hanger I left yo=
u
with.   It was mentioned by my beta-readers that I should post a 'wham
alert' with these chapters.  Hopefully, I won't upset anyone too much.

I'd like to thank Laurie Dunn, Carol Malo and Wendy Richards for their
helpful suggestions and the encouragement they have given me with this
story.  Without their help I don't think I would ever have posted this
story to the list.

  I'd also like to thank all those who have sent me feedback.  It's kept =
my
interest in this 'Krypton' saga alive.

**********

     Chapter Five

   Trial and Terror

     The cool breeze on her face brought Lois sluggishly to her senses. =

Her head ached dreadfully and her body didn't feel much better.  What was=

that smell?  She drew in a deep breath and immediately regretted it.  The=

horrible odour was familiar and it made her want to retch.  She couldn't
refrain from sniffing once more... it was sh... manure!  Where in the wor=
ld
did that come from?  The last thing she remembered was seeing Kal's face =
in
a glassy orb.

     At once reality invaded her senses.  She had been drugged by the
fortune-telling gypsy.  Then where was Etta... and the others?  Straining=

hard she managed to drag herself into a seated position and surveyed her
prison.  A small dank windowless room welcomed her, lit only by a
sputtering wall sconce and devoid of any furniture or any other living
being.  What had they done with Etta and what about Zara and Gellis?  The=

two noble girls had remained outside.  Maybe they hadn't been abducted. =

Maybe they would be able to raise the alarm and soon Kal would come and
rescue her.  And maybe she was being overly optimistic.  Whoever these
kidnappers were they had planned their operation well and that, in all
probability, included an escape route from Veren.  And judging by the aro=
ma
that rose from her clothes and clogged her nostrils, it probably involved=
 a
dung carrier.

     Lois' supposition was very close to the truth, yet she didn't know
that once the cart was through the gate and hidden in the shelter of the
high city walls, the abductors had transferred their human cargo to a sma=
ll
transporter and headed for the mountains in the south.  While in the
vicinity of the city the getaway vehicle had maintained a steady pace, no=
t
willing to draw attention to itself, but as soon as the commander of the
gang decreed they had traversed a safe enough distance the transporter ha=
d
accelerated.  The miles flew by until it once again had to slow its pace =
to
negotiate its way through the mountains to a high-top valley, and a
ramshackle farmhouse, long since abandoned by its occupants due to its
isolated position. =

     In this remote spot the kidnappers had made their camp and arranged =
to
rendezvous with the rest of their force to carry their victim far from he=
r
family.  And if it seemed they had managed to acquire another female in t=
he
process, that was no bad thing.  Another piece of merchandise meant highe=
r
profits and though the second woman would never reach the price of the
original female she was healthy and young and not bad looking, in the
opinion of the group leader.   Ballen could recognise the beauty of the
fragile brunette but his tastes ran to more earthy substantial females. =

What was more, she wasn't off bounds' like the other bit of baggage.  =

     The Taurean commander was a battle toughened mercenary who feared fe=
w
foes, but the memory of the icy neurotic stare of the man who had hired h=
im
for this task decreed that his small force would obey their orders to the=

letter; the high-bred lady would be delivered to their destination in
perfect condition.  Besides, they had been paid more than well for their
co-operation.  They would finish this job and then spend some of their ha=
rd
earned cash enjoying themselves in climes more suited to their tastes tha=
n
this stuffy straight-laced planet.

     A shiver overtook Lois as the breeze that had awakened her renewed i=
ts
whistling path with more vigour through the stone walled cell.  The
lightweight gown she was wearing offered little resistance against the
chill air.  But that wasn't right!  Before she had succumbed to a state o=
f
unconsciousness it had been hot!  And even if darkness had fallen, judgin=
g
by the temperatures of last night, she should not be feeling cold... unle=
ss
she were no longer in the desert. =

     Instinctively, she sensed that this was true and once again she
shivered, though this time it was prompted more by fear than the freezing=

temperature.  Think, Lois!!  This is no time to panic!!  Kryptonians
contact each other telepathically and though she was not yet expert in th=
is
form of communication she could at least try to make some connection with=

Kal.  And Zor had explained sometime ago that these thought messages coul=
d
be traced, if only to a general region.  Lois closed her eyes and
concentrated.

     "Milady," came an urgent whisper, "it's no use!  Your thought waves
are being blocked."

     The voice confused Lois for a moment.  So intent had she been on
sending her message to Kal she had missed the grating of the ancient lock=

and the creaking of the heavy wooden door as Etta slipped inside carrying=
 a
tray on which perched a cup of water and something that vaguely passed fo=
r
food.

     "The bracelets round your wrists," Etta explained as she hurried dow=
n
the few steps to her mistress' side.  "They're producing a personal force=

field.  Your thoughts can't get through the field."  The girl held up her=

own wrists to show that she too was similarly adorned.  "Are you alright,=

milady?"  Her voice was anxious.

     When the girl she had come to rely on as her confidant knelt by her
side, Lois cast her arms around her neck.  "Etta, thank goodness.  I was =
so
worried that they had got rid of you.  What happened?  Where are we and w=
ho
are these people?"  Lois' questions tumbled out as the hysteria that had
first threatened when she had discovered her plight receded to be replace=
d
by the resolve to escape.  Somehow Etta's familiar presence gave her
courage.  She studied the new bracelets around her wrists, they were made=

of a strange dull grey substance but unlike Kal's marriage band they had =
a
hairline connecting point.  If only she could pry them open.... she began=

to look around her for something she could use as a tool.  These guys wou=
ld
regret attacking Lois-El and when Kal-El caught up with them....  "Etta,
who would be crazy enough to kidnap us?  Is it Rad-Nor again?"

     "They're Taureans."

     Etta's short statement halted Lois' wild deliberations.  "Taureans!"=
 =

Kal had told her about them; they were from a renegade planet who waged a=

guerilla war against the Planetary Federation.  "What are they doing here=

in Veren?  Are you sure, Etta?"

     "Oh yes, I overheard them talking.  Their commander seems to have
taken a fancy to me and he didn't lock me up with you.  I've been given t=
he
role of his own personal serving girl."  Etta made light of that last
statement, not willing to dwell on what it might entail later.  "I'm sure=

he doesn't realise that I can understand what they're saying because
they've been discussing their plans in front of me."  An apprehensive
glance was directed Lois' way but her lady was distracted by the former
statement.

     "You understand Taurean?  How many languages do you speak, Etta?"

     "A few," came the shy return.  "I speak your language and Zirconian,=

because of poor Lady Rochelle, and a couple of others.  I wouldn't say I
was fluent in Taurean but I know enough to understand what they have
planned."

     Lois was impressed.  As a child she'd learned a smattering of French=

but was shamefully aware she'd assumed that most people on Earth spoke
English.  "That's great!  You are so clever!  But if you can do all that
why were you just a chambermaid?  You could do so much more!"

     The Earth woman's competitive spirit was in rampant mode.   That sam=
e
will which had made her strive to be the best in every undertaking,
precluded her from understanding a society where people did not utilise
their talents.

     Etta's open countenance turned guarded and even in the dimly lit cel=
l,
Lois could see the hurt she had caused.   "There's no shame in being a
servant, Lady Lois."  The lady-in- waiting's voice was defensive and, for=

the first time since the two women had met, slightly disapproving.  "My
family have always served the House of El and were honoured and happy to =
do
so.  And all Kryptonians are good with languages.  Everyone is encouraged=

to learn about off-world cultures."

     Lois felt like kicking herself, discerning that she had patronized
Etta.  She'd been acting under the misconception that the Kryptonian
serving class's lives were akin to their counterparts on Earth back in th=
e
Victorian era.  But, of course, on this highly technological world that
just wasn't so.  She had witnessed the futuristic labour-saving devices
employed in Ro-Ellion and the Palace of Elvar, everything from robotic
carpet cleaners and polishers to sophisticated dishwashers and fully
automated laundry rooms.  And if on occasion the servants had chosen to
hand-do a particular task, it was done through care and pride in a job we=
ll
done.  =

     In most of the states she had visited, the working classes, although=

not given equal standing with the aristocracy, were treated fairly and as=

an important part of society and no labour was considered menial.  Lois a=
t
last acknowledged that here on Krypton the populace appeared content with=

their lot and though she was not quite ready to consider this a totally
healthy state of affairs, she conceded that for the most part it made for=

an orderly existence.  And, if it was a way of life that was open to abus=
e,
now was not the time to set the world to rights.  She had a friend to
console.

     "I'm sorry Etta," Lois squeezed the other girl's hand in sincere
apology.  "I didn't mean to insult your job.  What I suggested was unkind=

and unforgivably crass.  I keep measuring Kryptonian standards with my
Earthling view of life and it just doesn't add up.  Forgive me, please?"

     Etta would forgive her lady anything and besides she also understood=
,
more than Lois, how hazardous was their predicament.  Smiling to reassure=
,
she hurried to inform Lois what she had learned.  "There's nothing to
forgive, milady.  But we are in terrible danger."  Here Etta's narrative
died away.

     Shaking the hand she held, Lois offered encouragement.  "What else d=
id
you hear, Etta?  Do you know where we are?"

     "Not exactly.  We're in the mountains of Veren."

     "Somewhere near the summit if the temperature is any guide."  Lois
nodded in agreement.

     "They're waiting the arrival of a space craft."  The Kryptonian girl=

lowered her voice in case of eavesdroppers.  A vague plan was forming in
her mind and it was imperative that their abductors didn't realise that s=
he
understood their conversations.  "It's due to arrive just before dawn... =
in
the darkest hours of the night."

     "And you know where they plan to take us?"

     "Yes."  Etta was almost afraid to speak the name.

     "Where?"  Lois tried to swallow her impatience.

     "To Caytan."  Etta's voice filled with dread.  "The space station,
Caytan."

     "I've heard of it, I think."  Lois too was whispering.  "Kal mention=
ed
it.  It's an independent space port on the borders of the galaxy,
headquarters of gambling syndicates and gunrunners, refuge of intergalact=
ic
terrorists, thieves and smugglers.   Is that the one?"

     "Yes.  And there's something else you didn't mention...."  But Etta
faltered at the thought.

     "Etta, you're making me nervous.  What are you not telling me?"  An
insistent shake of the hand still held within Lois' grasp prompted Etta t=
o
continue.

     "They hold slave auctions on Caytan.  We're to be sold as slaves to
the highest bidder.  Ballen believes you'll fetch a very high price."

     This last piece of information, though gratifying, did not fill Lois=

with pleasure.  She'd not come all the way across the galaxy to end up on=
 a
slave auctioneer's block.  No!  Definitely not!

     "Then we have to get out of here.  Before the reinforcements arrive.=
 =

You said we have a few hours yet?!"

      "Yes, milady, and I have an idea of how we can do that, but I must
get back.  They'll be wondering what's taking me so long."  As if on cue,=
 a
loud rough voice could be heard yelling Etta's name and as the Kryptonian=

girl threw a glance over her shoulder heavy steps could be heard
approaching the cellar door.  "I must go.  Trust me, Lois, and have
courage."

     With that Etta ran lightly for the stairs as the door swung open and=

the broad figure of Ballen could be seen silhouetted in the opening.  Ett=
a
ducked under his raised arm and with a loud bang the door slammed shut,
leaving Lois once more in the sputtering gloom.

          *****
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Part:  10

Author: Jenni Debbage

Rating: PG-13

Feedback:  Comments welcome, public or private

Summary:    These two chapters are the answer to the cliff-hanger I left
you with.   It was mentioned by my beta-readers that I should post a 'wha=
m
alert' with these chapters.  Hopefully, I won't upset anyone too much.

I'd like to thank Laurie Dunn, Carol Malo and Wendy Richards for all thei=
r
helpful suggestions and the encouragement they have given me with this
story.  Without their help I don't think I would ever have posted this
story to the list.

I'd also like to thank all those who have given me feedback.  It's kept m=
y
interest in this 'Krypton' saga alive.

**********

     The royal troupe and the Veren guard were on full alert.  From the
moment Kal had listened in mounting dread to his sister's stumbling
narrative the young ruler had been frantic with worry about his wife's
safety.  His morning had been spent fuming in frustration as Jen- Mai had=

objected and whined at every legal argument raised till, finally, after a=

lot of cajoling, both friendly and otherwise, a compromise had been
reached.  Meanwhile his Lois had been abducted by persons unknown and
carried off to Zor knew where.

     He had demanded that all the forces at his command search the city a=
nd
the surrounding district, and for the rest of the day Veren had been in a=
n
uproar.  The citizens had been questioned about possible sightings of
suspicious strangers but, due to the annual festival, Veren was teeming
with visitors both Kryptonian and off-worlders and the criminals had gone=

unnoticed in the intergalactic melange.  Once word had spread that the
First Lady was lost, the ordinary people of Veren had joined in the searc=
h,
anxious to help find their lovely visitor, but by late afternoon all
patrols had returned to report their failure.

     Now Kal paced the castle hall, his state of mind alternating between=

annoyance and deep anxiety.  How could Lois have been so foolish to place=

herself and their unborn child at risk and how could he have been so stup=
id
not to have known that she had a crazy scheme planned?  And yet, for a
woman raised on Earth, a walk in the crowded city to view such a simple
pleasure as a circus was hardly hazardous.  Even he had admitted to Lois,=

albeit at her prompting, that they were safe within the confines of Veren=
. =

So why did he have these conflicting emotions?  Was he angry at Lois or
himself or the dreadful situation?

     His first reaction had been to rail at Zara and Gellis but witnessin=
g
their distress and listening to their remorseful apologies for straying o=
n
their own, he at once relented.  These impressionable girls were not at
fault.  They would have been like putty in Lois' forceful hands.

     "I'm so sorry, my lord."  A voice came from the stretching shadows o=
f
the room, as the sun sank in a fiery glow behind the southern mountains. =

"It's my fault that Lady Lois is missing.  My apologies cannot atone for =
my
carelessness."  Slowly Lord Dax-Ver came into the hall, his shoulders
slumped as he dropped to his knees before his ruler.  "I'm prepared to pa=
y
whatever penalty you deem fitting."

     Frowning at the bowed head before him Kal asked perplexedly, "Why is=

it your fault, Dax?"

     "Lord Kal, your lady was taken from *my* city.  Veren should have be=
en
a refuge for her, a place of security.  I blame myself."

     "Dax, you cannot blame yourself more than I blame *myself*.  And
please, get up from the floor, you have no need to kneel."

     "You, my lord?"  The middle-aged man stood slowly.

     "I know my Lois."  A faint smile twitched at Kal's mouth as he
remember her daring.  "I should've realised that she would do something
like this; after all, for an Earth woman walking through the city streets=

to view a carnival is hardly a major event."  But here his smile took on =
a
wistful look; Lois had understood that her escapade was not quite
acceptable or she would've told him of her plans.  Yet that was Lois.  Hi=
s
exasperation dispersed; it was her free and independent spirit that he
loved most about her and he would never seek to curtail it.  If only she
would be just a little more careful.   "I should've assigned Ching to loo=
k
after them."

     Except that was another thing that at the moment he wasn't prepared =
to
do; throw Zara and Ching together on an outing for pleasure... an almost
first date' to use Earth terms.  Even chaperoned, it was cruel for two
people who were secretly and, in their view, hopelessly in love to spend =
so
much time in each other's company and Kal knew very well that Lois would
have found some way to leave the couple alone in the city.  But none of
that  excused him, he could have sent Poli.  =

     Lady Joanna stomped into the room with a bucket-full of common sense=

and dumped it over their self recriminations.  "It seems to me that the t=
wo
of you are blaming everyone but those responsible for the kidnapping.  Da=
x,
you never expected to have trouble in Veren because it's years since we'v=
e
experienced anything more than petty crime and as for you, Kal," by virtu=
e
of her longstanding friendship with his family, she addressed him as a
perplexed boy,  "if you're planning on trying to second guess that wife o=
f
yours throughout your married life then I can predict you'll have a rough=

ride.  The deed is done and you can save your recriminations until we hav=
e
Lois back home safely."

     How well Lady Ver reminded him of his mother, and in Joanna's stoic
and practical handling of the situation Kal found a degree of comfort. =

"Thank you, milady, for reminding me of the important goal.  We ought to
put aside our feelings of guilt to continue the search.  If only we had a=
n
idea of where to look."

     "If only Lady Lois were Kryptonian," Joanna mumbled softly and sadly=
.

     But Kal's hearing was alert.  "Excuse me, Joanna, but I'm very
satisfied with my alien' wife."

     "Oh don't take on so, my boy," the lady dismissed his sulky protest.=
 =

"Of course, anyone can see that the two of you were made for each other. =
 I
only meant that you could contact her telepathically if she only had the
ability."

     "But she can!  Lois might not yet be fluent but she has mastered the=

basics.  And I've been trying to reach her again and again."  The new
husband sounded almost hysterical.  "But there's nothing!  She's either
unable to respond... which means that she might be...."

     "Shielded!"  cut in the woman, reining in his worst imaginings. =

"Which isn't surprising,  these kidnappers appear to know what they're
doing."

     "Yes, that's probably the reason."  But a sorrowing Kal didn't sound=

convinced.

     Momentarily there was silence in the room as the three occupants dwe=
lt
on their apprehensions.  Pointedly Lady Joanna looked at her spouse, her
expression willing him to distract this boy who was now the most importan=
t
being on the planet but whom they had both known from childhood.  The Ver=
s
were extremely fond of Kal and hated to see him so horribly dejected.

     "I'm sure that they can't have left Veren territory."  Dax suggested=
,
praying that this ploy would satisfy his wife.  "Since the moment we
discovered their abduction I've had my technicians monitoring the skies a=
nd
there has been no sightings of any unregistered spacecraft."

     "Unless they were using a cloaking device,"  Kal reminded his host. =

"Or they may have remained at ground level.  Easier to mingle with other
traffic."

     "Cloaking devices are expensive and hard to come by.  That would mea=
n
that the kidnappers were an organised and well funded force."  Dax looked=

searchingly into his  master's troubled face.  "Do you have any particula=
r
suspects in mind?"

      "Mercenaries!  Probably Taureans or a mixed group of space pirates,=
" =

Kal prevaricated.  "I've certain suspicions but I'd rather find Lois and
Etta before I begin an investigation."  A shuttered look settled on the
still handsome face and Lord Ver wisely gave up his probing.  "I think th=
at
for the moment we should assume that my wife and her attendant are still
within your realm, Dax, and extend our hunt...."

     "My Lord!"  The voice was strident and a determined Ching marched in=
to
the hall, leaving a flustered and protesting steward in his wake.  "Lord
Kal, I bring some news."

     "Beg pardon, my Lord Dax..." began the stuttering servant ready to
apologise for this rude soldier cavalierly ignoring his insistence on
announcing the military man but his protests were silenced by the First
Lord's arbitrary command.      =

     "Enough!  Thank you!  Lieutenant Ching is my personal bodyguard and =
as
such he has access at all times to my presence."  =

     The footman had never heard such a stern edge to this young Lord's
voice and he bowed low in consternation as he backed from the room,
hurrying to tell his colleagues on the household staff that power had
certainly gone to that gentleman's head.  Lady Joanna, seeing the mischie=
f
that was in the making, hurried after her servant ready to nip that
particular gossip in the bud.  The man, like most of the palace retainers=
,
had been in their service since birth and Joanna felt sure that the
servant, once made aware of Lord Kal-El's deep anxiety for his missing
wife, would forgive the uncharacteristic high-handed behaviour.  The last=

thing Kal needed or deserved was a reputation for harsh autocracy.

     Meanwhile, Ching, was quickly relating what he had learned in the
circus arena.  "Kal, I think we have a sighting of the kidnappers and the=

way which they spirited Lady Lois from the city."  Ching waited for his
leader and friend to digest the unexpected information and then continued=
. =

"I questioned Lady Zara and Lady Gellis about their movements in the city=

then I went down to the circus ground and attempted to question the peopl=
e
there.  Lord Ver's men had already done so but I think that the Romanies
were a little scared of the amount of attention they were accorded so I
took it upon myself to speak with them more discreetly."  Ching glanced
towards Lord Ver, not willing to upset the important nobleman with an
accusation that his men had been heavy-handed, but the gentleman was too
anxious to discover what clues this young guard had uncovered to take
offence.

     "Go on, Ching!"  Kal prompted.

     "I'm sorry it took so long but there are a diverse number of
terrestrials amongst the crowds and it took some time to find anyone who
had spotted anything out of the ordinary.  In fact our witness is from a
far off planet of whose language, I must admit, I have no knowledge. =

Finally, however, the man understood what had taken place and came forwar=
d.
And then I needed to find an interpreter."  Both Lords were eagerly
attentive and the Lieutenant hurried on.   "This man is a member of a
highwire act and it seems that he and his troupe were entertaining the
crowd during our Ladies' visit to the fair.  He also has an eye for a fai=
r
maiden and he noticed Lady Lois and her friends from his perch high above=

the audience.  For a time he watched their progress and saw Lady Lois and=

Etta enter the tent of a fortune-teller..."

     "Zara has already told us this, Ching, and we've discovered that thi=
s
Madame Ballen is unknown to the legitimate circus people.  Obviously it w=
as
a carefully laid trap."  Kal's voice showed deep disappointment and a
certain amount of annoyance.  "This information isn't new."

     "But the tightrope walker believes he knows what happened to your
Lady."

     Kal's eyebrows shot up and his gaze sharpened.  "Please go on and I'=
m
sorry, I won't interrupt again."  Another wave of guilt smote Kal.  He
ought to have known that his estimable Ching wouldn't have brought him a
false trail.

     "According to the man, there was a wagon parked between the tent and=

the city wall. Shortly after the two ladies disappeared inside the tent,
three men drove off in the wagon toward the city gate.  Unfortunately, he=

had no clear view of the area directly behind the tent, but, due to the
strange way the men were behaving and because the pretty ladies hadn't co=
me
back out, he decided to follow the cart's progress.  He lost them at the
gates but when he crossed to the other side of his wire, which was attach=
ed
to the highest point of the wall, and looked over the parapet he was
surprised to see a transporter waiting a short way beneath him.  The cart=

arrived and two large bundles were placed inside the vehicle and once the=

men were all aboard the transporter took off south in the direction of th=
e
mountains.  Of course, our tightrope artist didn't realise the significan=
ce
of what he'd witnessed and due to the fact that none of the troupe speak
Kryptonian and have only a smattering of Romany, it took quite a time for=

him to put it all together.  Thankfully, I was still in the vicinity when=

enlightenment dawned and the circus boss brought him to me.  I checked ou=
t
his story and found the wagon exactly where he said it would be ... a wag=
on
filled to overflowing with dung, so it's no wonder that the kidnappers
weren't halted on their way out of the city."

     At the end of the long recital Kal began to feel animated but Dax
looked doubtful.  "It could all be coincidental.  We don't know for sure
that my Lady and her servant were ever in the cart."  Scepticism coloured=

Dax-Ver's every word.

     In answer Ching opened his clenched fist and a colourful slip of spu=
n
silk fluttered from his hand, the bright hues stained with dirty brown
splotches.  The young soldier's tone was strained as he addressed his
master.  "It's from Earth.  I brought it back from our trip as a present
for Zara," Ching's skin flushed red at this admission.  "She tells me she=

loaned it to Lady Lois as protection; our red sun was threatening to burn=

your Lady's fair skin." =

     Kal snatched at the slip of silk and brought it to his cheek.  Such =
a
little time ago it had lain round Lois' neck.  He could still smell the
traces of her scent.  "Thank you, Ching," he whispered as he returned the=

scarf to his bodyguard.  He was unwilling, at this moment, to discuss the=

problem of the regard that the Lieutenant held for Zara, but that situati=
on
needed to be resolved once he had Lois safe.  "Thank Zor for that man's
curiosity.  When this is over I must speak to him personally and reward
him."  Then, snapping to attention, he commanded.  "Dax, Ching, assemble
every available man and have them ready to leave immediately.  We head
south and let's hope we are on time."  =

     He failed to say exactly what they would be in time for.  In truth, =
he
wasn't exactly certain.  He only knew he had a very bad feeling in the pi=
t
of his stomach.

          *****
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Title:  Universal Union Book2 =

Part:  11

Author: Jenni Debbage

Rating: PG-13

Feedback:  Comments welcome, public or private

Summary:  These two chapters are the answer to the cliff-hanger I left yo=
u
with.   It was mentioned by my beta-readers that I should post a 'wham
alert' with these chapters.  Hopefully, I won't upset anyone too much.

I'd like to thank Laurie Dunn, Carol Malo and Wendy Richards for their
helpful suggestions and the encouragement they have given me with this
story.  Without their help I don't think I would ever have posted this
story to the list.

  I'd also like to thank all those who have sent me feedback.  It's kept =
my
interest in this 'Krypton' saga alive.

**********

     The three men sat in a relaxed and slightly drunken state around the=

rickety wooden table in the old farmhouse, varying their conversation
between laughter and argument about how best to spend the money they were=

due.  They had carried out their part of the contract well and now they
just had to wait to be picked up by their partners in crime.  Soon they
would be bound for Caytan, and the high class bitch and her serving girl
would make them an extra bonus above the fee which had already been
deposited in their accounts with the money- lenders of the space station.=
 =

A few days of riotous living beckoned before they had to look for their
next job and Ballen had hinted that this current partnership with an
unknown, but clearly wealthy and powerful individual, promised further ri=
ch
pickings.  =

     Pity the woman in the cellar was an untouchable', but the servant wh=
o
was now preparing them a well-deserved meal was young and presentable and=

besides all bitches were the same in the dark.  Of course, Ballen had the=

first taking; he had already made that clear.

     Etta listened and watched carefully as she busied herself at the
ancient wood burning stove.  They were talking too quickly for her to
follow all of their words but she caught the gist of the dialogue.  The
future they had planned for herself and her mistress filled her with drea=
d
but her heart quailed at the very descriptive and disgusting suggestions
they threw around with gusto of what Ballen and perhaps the others had in=

store for her this night.  =

     Pushing her fears into the background, she busied herself in stirrin=
g
the large pot on top of the stove, her stomach lurching at the sight of t=
he
greasy water in which floated the quartered bodies of some small animals
that the three had clearly hunted before their trip to Veren.  The stew
didn't smell too appetising either but she steeled herself not to react, =
as
it gave her a reason to put her plan into operation.   Stepping up to the=

table, Etta haltingly suggested that perhaps a few herbs from the mountai=
n
meadows outside might improve the taste.  Her breath stuck in her throat =
as
she waited for the reply; it was important that they let her leave this
room and hopefully without a guard to accompany her. =

    Ballen was an uncouth leader with a sly and suspicious mind;
nevertheless, he was quite sure that the timid girl had little spirit to
attempt an escape and besides, stuck here on this mountain top there was =
no
where for her to go.  As his stomach grumbled protestingly through lack o=
f
food, he viewed the thought of a hearty meal with pleasure and the woman
seemed to know what she was doing.  Gaining confidence from the drink he'=
d
swilled he grinned broadly upon her, hoping to impress her with his good
looks and generous nature. =

    "Okay!  Go on but don't be long and remember if you try to run away w=
e
will find you and bring you back and I promise you'll be sorry you gave u=
s
any trouble."  The grimace that apparently passed for his smile quickly
faded to be replaced by a sneer of menace and Etta shrank from the evil m=
an
as she quickly slipped round the table and out of the door.

     Heaving a sigh of relief, Etta hurried to the broken down cupboard b=
y
the outside door.  Earlier she had witnessed the Taurean leader demand a
leather rucksack from one of his men and thrusting it inside, he had lock=
ed
the door before entering the kitchen.  Once inside the cramped room, Ball=
en
had thrown the key onto an old dresser as he drew tankards of ale from a
barrel sitting on top of the wooden bureau for himself and his men.  =

Thankfully for Etta's plotting, after a number of refills of the potent
brew, the increasingly inebriated leader had forgotten about its presence=

and under the cover of preparing their supper she had managed to pocket t=
he
key.

     Now she worked with nimble fingers to unlock the door, her heart rat=
e
increasing as she drew the rickety door ajar.  It mustn't squeak; she
prayed silently to Zor and the satchel must hold what she hoped. In
trepidation she rapidly opened the bag and gratefully removed the injecti=
on
gun and a vial of the drug that had been used to anaesthetise her.  The g=
un
was returned to its holdall and the cupboard relocked, then pocketing the=

bottle, Etta ran outside to where she had spotted the remnants of a
vegetable garden.  Moonlight flooded the patch which had long since
reverted to a natural habitat but a few herbs still thrived in the once
tilled ground.  This night Etta laboured as one inspired, pulling the her=
bs
that had been her excuse for leaving and checking the layout of the
farmyard and the path that would lead both her and her mistress down the
mountain and to freedom.  =

     The transporter nestled dull and gray by the old house, but Etta's
eyes shifted over its smooth shape and centred on the enclosure a short w=
ay
off which she had first noticed when they arrived at their destination. =

The sounds of shifting and shuffling animals drifted through the dark and=

in the moonlight Etta could discern the forms of three unicorns.  With a
smile of satisfaction she hurried back inside; it would ruin her plan if
Ballen and his cohorts became suspicious of her actions.  Breezing into t=
he
kitchen she held her herbs aloft to prove to her captors what she had bee=
n
doing and indicating by hand actions that she intended to put them into t=
he
boiling pot.

      Now filled with enough liquor to make them exceedingly drunk, the
three paid little attention to the cook, simply bellowed that they were
hungry and that if she knew what was good for her she'd have their dinner=

on the table in double quick time.  Etta was only too happy to oblige, wi=
th
slight of hand the unwashed herbs and the drug were stirred into the grea=
sy
bubbling mixture.  Hopefully the pungent taste of the herbs and the
strongly smelling meat would hide the traces of the sleeping draught and
hopefully too there would be enough of the drug to knock them all
senseless.  Surely the amount of alcohol they'd consumed mixed with the
anaesthetic would put them to sleep.

     Spooning the disgusting looking stew into three bowls, Etta carefull=
y
carried them to the table and waited with her heart in her mouth as the
drunken kidnappers sampled their supper.  Her fears were groundless; the
Taureans suspected nothing and greedily scoffed the lot and loudly demand=
ed
more until the huge pan was emptied.  Quietly, the inventive girl slipped=

back into the shadows to await developments.

          *****

     Down in the cellar, Lois had not been idle.  The minute the door had=

slammed shut on Etta and her guard, she had begun a search of her
surroundings and with touch as well as sight she mapped out her prison. =

She quickly established that the door, although ancient was of a stout wo=
od
and her hearing had informed her when the others had left that it was
bolted as well as locked from the outside.  Her lock-picking skills would=

be of little use on this occasion.  So she had continued with her careful=

search until her efforts had finally been rewarded and she had discovered=

an old rusty nail under the dust and dirt in the far corner of the cell. =

Since then she had employed herself in attempting to break the connecting=

point of her shield-bracelets, however, although the left one had loosene=
d
somewhat it still held firm, and the main and painful result had been the=

tearing and subsequent bleeding of her fingers and nails.  Perhaps if she=

rested for a moment she could replenish her strength and try again.

     The stealthy sound of the bolt on the door drawing back drew her
attention to the doorway and she watched in horror as the heavy wooden
portal swung ever so slowly inwards.  A white but very familiar face
appeared in the opening, squinting into the semi-dark, as Etta swiftly
descended the stairs towards her.

     "Etta!"  Lois whispered, "What's happening?"  Her eyes strayed back =
to
the doorway expecting to see the bull like form of the Taurean.  "Are you=

alone?"  She slid her left hand behind her back, afraid to let her captor=
s
see what she had been up to.

     "Milady, the Taureans are asleep.  I drugged them with their own
medicine and we have to leave as quickly as we can."

     "Oh Etta, you're a real hero!  How did you manage that?"  While she
spoke Lois was picking herself off the floor.

     "I put it in their stew and they didn't suspect a thing."  A note of=

pride at her audacity coloured Etta's words but she immediately returned =
to
the business at hand.  "But I don't know how long they'll be out cold, so=

we have to get out of here.... fast."  And to emphasise the point Etta
grabbed for Lois' hand and started to drag her towards the stairway.

     Lois needed no more persuasion and, ignoring her cramped limbs, she
hurriedly exited the cold gloomy cell, close on her rescuer's heels. =

Unfortunately, the way to freedom lay through the kitchen where the girls=
'
hulking captors lay snoring loudly, hopefully in deepest sleep.  One thug=

had fallen off his chair and slid beneath the table while the other
lounged, mouth agape and drooling, against the backrest of his chair. =

Commander Ballen sprawled across the table, breathing heavily but, as the=

girls skirted round the edge of the room, keeping a safe distance from th=
e
kidnappers, he shifted uneasily on the table top.  With an enormous grunt=

he pushed himself upright and Lois and Etta froze.  For an everlasting
second there was silence in the room as the terrorized girls ceased to
breathe.   But Ballen's open eyes remained blank and unfocused, and he
slipped with a thud clumsily back to the wooden surface.

     Wasting not another moment the girls left their prison and their
turnkeys behind and fleet of foot, ran into the open air.  The clearing w=
as
still lit by a fitful moonlight and Lois, at once spying the transporter,=

turned her steps in its direction, only to be brought up short by Etta's
pull on her arm.

     "No, Lady.  The transporter is useless to us.  It's probably attuned=

to Ballen and his minions.  It won't go for us."

     "Then how do we get out of here?  I don't know exactly where we are
but, assuming we're in the mountains south of Veren, it'll take forever t=
o
get back to the city without transport."  Her head nodded in the directio=
n
of the house.  "And by the looks of Ballen it won't be long till he wakes=

up and then they'll be after us.  We don't stand a chance on foot."

     "That's why we're not going on foot."  Etta couldn't help but grin,
her spirit buoyed up by her daring.  "How good are you at riding?"

     "Riding?"

     "There are unicorns over there in the pen and that's our way out of
here.  It'll be much quicker than walking."  Not waiting for an answer,
Etta started moving in the darkness towards the beasts' enclosure

     Lois frowned at Etta's information.  She'd learned to ride as a kid =
at
summer camp and she'd ridden out with Kal a couple of times but a long ri=
de
down a mountainside would test her skills to the limit.  But Etta was
right, it was their only chance of escape.  Pushing her misgivings aside
she followed her friend.

     "Milady, help me!"  Etta was struggling to open a heavy gate which h=
ad
grown sticky from lack of use.  Although the Taureans had brought the
unicorns here for use on short scouting patrols,  they'd be abandoning th=
e
farm very shortly and therefore felt no need for unnecessary husbandry. =

The homestead would be left as they found it; they were fighters not
farmers.

     With Lois' help the ancient structure yielded to their combined weig=
ht
and soon they had opened it sufficiently for a unicorn to slip through. =

Once inside they moved speedily to their mounts but Lois soon found a
distinct hitch in their plan.  The animals were tethered with hemp bridle=
s
to the rail but there were no saddles to be found.

     "Where are the saddles?"  My Lady asked with a squeak of worry.

     "Probably inside the building."  Etta's whisper echoed in the
darkness.  "We daren't spend time to look for them.  I'm afraid we'll hav=
e
to ride bareback."  The statement was matter of fact.  "Is that a problem=
?"
 =

     "Etta, my riding isn't that good, but if needs must, it'll be fine..=
.
just fine."  Lois wasn't about to let a little technical detail like the
lack of a saddle hinder their escape.

     "Good!  Now let's get out of here."  Untying one of the halters from=

the fenceposts Etta signalled Lois to copy her actions.

     "Nice unicorn!"  Lois crooned softly to the beast nearest her as she=

stretched a hand to stroke the animal's neck.  "Nice boy!"  Truthfully, s=
he
had no idea whether her chosen mount was male or female and she didn't mu=
ch
care.  Hopefully, neither would the unicorn.  "I'm Lois, and I hope that
you and I are going to get along."  Her shaking hands imitated that of he=
r
servant as she worked to untie the thick rope knot.  Fervently she prayed=

that her nervousness wouldn't be conveyed to the animal.

     Suddenly, into the night air came a loud bellow.  "Girl!!  Where are=

you?!!"  A sleepy but angry voice carried to the girls on the cool breeze=
. =

"Get in here!"

     Both Lois and Etta jumped in fright, then stared at each other in
trepidation.  Lois was the first to move. "Quickly, Etta!  We have to get=

out of here pretty damn fast!"  And she pulled on the rope to lead the
unicorn to the fence.

     "No, Lois!!  I can't leave now!!"  Fear filled the Kryptonian girl b=
ut
she knew what must be done.  "If Ballen finds me gone, he'll suspect
something's wrong and come looking for you.  Once he finds an empty cell
these three will be after us and we don't have a good enough start to
outrun them.  I have to go back."

     "That's crazy, Etta!  You can't stay here!  Once he discovers the
empty cell, there's no telling what he'll do to you.  Etta, you'd be in
terrible danger and I won't leave you here alone!"

     "You have no choice!"  In her heart, Etta knew that Lois spoke the
truth, but if she could keep Ballen occupied long enough to allow her Lad=
y
to escape then there was a chance that Lois could return with a rescue
team.  And there was no doubt in her mind that she could keep the monster=

engaged; she had recognised the lecherous looks he had been directing her=

way all night.  Her whole being shrank at the thought of intimacy with th=
e
fiend but if she could buy her mistress some time, then she was prepared =
to
sacrifice herself.  "You know well that it's our only chance of freedom. =

Go, Lois and find help!"  Steely determination strengthened her voice and=

she led both Lois and the unicorn towards the gate.
 =

     Wild thoughts of attempting to overpower the brutish mercenary chase=
d
through Lois' head but if Ballen had regained consciousness then the othe=
rs
would probably be waking soon and, though she had confidence in her
defensive skills, these were trained soldiers who held no qualms about
killing.  Etta had no knowledge of combat (why should she in her once
secure world) and Lois doubted her chances of subduing all three alone. =

And if she failed Etta's clever plan was nullified and the outcome would
surely be dire.

     "Etta, no!  I can't let you do this."  But Lois' protest was
fainthearted.  She too realised this was the only way.  Lois pulled Etta
into her arms and hugged her desperately.  "I'll find help... please be
careful...."

     Then the best friend Lois had on Krypton was off and running towards=

the farm shack and her assignation with fate in the form of a powerful an=
d
choleric Taurean.  Watching Etta disappear inside the shadowed house, Loi=
s
swiped at the tears that coursed down her face.  Her brave Etta had gone =
to
do her part, the rest was up to her. Thankfully, the unicorn came willing=
ly
to the fence and, holding firmly to the makeshift reins, the First Lady
used the rails as a mounting block.  Sitting carefully atop the animal, s=
he
kicked her heels firmly into its sides and with a jolt the pair went at a=
n
ungainly canter down the mountain path.

     *****
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Title:  Universal Union Book2 =

Part:  12

Author: Jenni Debbage

Rating: PG-13

Feedback:  Comments welcome, public or private

Summary:  These two chapters are the answer to the cliff-hanger I left yo=
u
with.   It was mentioned by my beta-readers that I should post a 'wham
alert' with these chapters.  Hopefully, I won't upset anyone too much.

I'd like to thank Laurie Dunn, Carol Malo and Wendy Richards for their
helpful suggestions and the encouragement they have given me with this
story.  Without their help I don't think I would ever have posted this
story to the list.

  I'd also like to thank all those who have sent me feedback.  It's kept =
my
interest in this 'Krypton' saga alive.

**********

It was the longest night of Lois' young life.  How she stayed on the bony=

back of the gangling animal she would never know.  This beast was unlike
the thoroughbreds that Kal had in his stable.  Her thigh and leg muscles
ached from clinging to the sides of her mount and frequently she felt
herself slipping from her uncertain perch.  One hand was wound round the
rough rope and the other clutched the animal's sparse mane and her poor
fingers, already torn from her assault on the bracelets, were screaming i=
n
pain.  Unused to riding bareback, her buttocks constantly bumped up and
down to the unfamiliar motion and very soon that part of her anatomy was
protesting along with the rest of her body.

    The journey was taking much too long.  Yet she dare not spur the
unicorn on.  The clouds, at first thin and high, had now almost hidden th=
e
moon and the descent was made in a fitful light, making speed impossible =
on
the rocky unused trail.  She didn't even know if she was headed in the
right direction, but the only way open to her was downwards and she praye=
d
that soon she would reach some sort of civilisation.  Twice she unbalance=
d
and found herself on the hard stony ground, but she held fast to the rein=
s
and both times had managed to remount with the aid of a convenient boulde=
r.
 =

     It was after the last of those falls that she felt the uncomfortable=

wetness beneath her seat and pain of a different sort smote her.  A groan=

of anguish escaped her lips as she understood the possible cause of her
travail.   This was too hard.  She couldn't do this. >Kal, where are you?=
 =

Please, I need you?< =

     Lois repeated these words like a litany as she and her mount stagger=
ed
on for what seemed an eternity, past high forests and ravine edges, her
only consolation being that a chase by her kidnappers had never
materialized.  Etta was apparently doing her job well.   =

     Suddenly, Lois was catapulted into space.  The weary animal had
stumbled into a deep hole and, dropping his shoulder, the unicorn had
thrown his passenger clean across his head.  Flailing wildly at the empty=

air, the shocked rider seemed to sail on forever before crashing to a thi=
n
grassy hillock by the side of the track.  This time her aching fingers,
numb from the combined effect of holding on for too long and the chill
mountain air, failed to cling onto the rope and the spooked unicorn,
finding itself left to its own devices, took off back up the mountain.

     Face down in the sparse grass Lois, winded and weary, wept into the
ground.  Her stamina almost done, she had no strength to chase after the
fleeing animal and the thought of continuing  her journey on foot was
daunting.  For long moments the night birds and small rodents that scurri=
ed
around in the bushes were witness to the First Lady's despair.  Yet, once=

again, Lois' indomitable spirit came to her rescue.  She'd be damned if
she'd wait here patiently for her abductors to come and reclaim her.  Wit=
h
a grim determination, spurred on by her almost capitulation, Lois pushed
herself erect and stared about her.  =

    Ironically, the ever rising breeze had chased the clouds from the
moon's path and the clearing in which she found herself was bathed in a
silvery light.  A small stream gurgled on its course down the mountainsid=
e
and Lois dragged her exhausted and aching body to the waterside.  Cold
water splashed into her face revived her to some degree and she reviewed
her plight with a calmer, clearer perspective.

     It seemed pointless to attempt to carry on with her trek while she w=
as
so worn out.  She had to rest up.  The gods had smiled on her, and the
bleeding that had started earlier seemed to have receded to a slow trickl=
e
and the pains in her groin were no greater than the rest of her body. =

Perhaps her worst fears had been wrong.  Perhaps, after a short breathing=

space, she could continue on her way.  That, however, didn't mean that he=
r
time spent resting should be unproductive.  Since her latest collision wi=
th
the ground, she noticed that the loose bracelet now moved more freely on
her wrist.  A quick inspection proved that the seam was almost broken
through.  Lois scanned the stony stream bank and, finding a long flint li=
ke
stone, she attacked the weakened join with renewed vigour.  =

     Finally, her persistence paid off and the offending bangle slipped
from a very bruised and bloodied arm and she cried her triumph into a sky=

that was brightening with the coming dawn.  "Yes!!  Yes!!"  =

     A strength born of anger overtook her and lifting a heavier rock she=

bore down on the forcefield device, wishing that it was the face of Balle=
n
that was beneath her hand, until it was smashed out of all recognition. =

Her breath shuddered in her throat, made ragged by her wrath and her adde=
d
exertion, but after a few moments she found herself regaining her nerve a=
nd
some of her optimism.  Now she could contact Kal, if only she could send
her thoughts over a far distance to Veren.  This was still a very new
accomplishment and she dearly hoped that she would succeed.  Closing her
eyes she concentrated with all her heart and soul.

          *****

     But Lord Kal-El was no longer in Veren.  A swift exodus of all force=
s
belonging to the Els and the Vers had brought a considerable army of
searchers to the southern Highlands.  The Lord of El was chomping at the
bit; ever since his force had approached the region he had felt the faint=

presence of his lady.  He couldn't say exactly where but all his senses
informed him she was near and she was alive.

    Orders were issued to separate into smaller groups and search
diligently every known mountain pass and surrounding terrain, paying
particular attention to any dwellings they might discover.  So it was tha=
t
the anxious husband was closer to his lost wife than either had anticipat=
ed
when her anguished message came through.

     >>Kal, please, I need your help!  Kal, come in please... Kal!!<<

     The last was shouted inside his head and the surprised young lord ha=
d
to shake his head to clear away the ringing.

     >>Lois, sweetheart!  Lois, where are you?<<

     But without waiting for a reply he called his communication experts
and had them target the brainwaves emanating from Lois as he strove to ke=
ep
her transmitting while they attempted to trace the emissions back to thei=
r
source.  The highly skilled technicians were equipped with the latest
state-of- the-art monitoring device and they had assured him that in such=

close proximity they should be able to trace her whereabouts if only he
could keep the connection open.

     >>Lois, honey, keep talking.  My men are trying to pinpoint your
position and we'll be with you soon, I promise.<<

     >>Oh, Kal, dear Kal, I thought I would never hear your voice again. =

It was awful... the Taureans kidnapped us... and they've still got Etta..=
.
and they'll be coming for us soon....   You have to rescue us.  Please
rescue us....<<

     As Lois' thoughts faded slowly away, Kal grew desperate; his wife wa=
s
obviously in jeopardy.  But his technicians had not let him down.  They
shouted out the co-ordinates of their First Lady and immediately all the
rescue teams were directed to the spot.  Thankfully, for Kal's dispositio=
n,
while not actually searching Lois' particular mountain, they were on the
next one over and that night the inhabitants of the area, if they were
awake, witnessed the amazing spectacle of numerous transporters, convergi=
ng
at stupendous speeds on a tiny valley mid way down the highest peak.

     Before the hovering vehicle had touched down, Kal-El leaped from the=

interior and was off running to the slight figure that appeared barely
conscious, lying half-in-half-out of the tumbling water.  With a
heartrending groan he drew Lois into his arms.  Her head lolled loosely o=
n
his shoulder and he was so afraid that he was too late.  Physician Tamar
hurried to join his lord and, after a quick scan of Lois' life readings,
was able to assure the distraught husband that Lady Lois had simply
fainted.  He added, however, that for the sake of her continuing health,
they should return to Veren forthwith as both her blood pressure and
temperature were dropping alarmingly and she was in dire need of medical
care. =

     The medics huddled close to the group on the ground, waiting to stra=
p
the unconscious patient into the floating gurney, but Kal wasn't prepared=

to give Lois' inert body up to anyone.  A short check with the fussy litt=
le
doctor assured him that it was safe to lift his wife, and Kal slipped his=

arms under Lois' slight form, only to find his hands covered in a damp
sticky substance.  At that moment the Kryptonian predawn sought to light
the sky with a gentle glow, revealing Lois' pale silk gown stained with
rusty red blood.

     Gently depositing her on the stretcher, Kal ran alongside it, holdin=
g
fast to the limp hand within his clasp, yet his heart was heavy.  A glimp=
se
at Tamar's worried face had confirmed his abject fears; Lois may yet
survive but there was little hope for their child.

     But the rescue wasn't over.   As Lois was carefully loaded into the
transporter, she fought her way back to awareness; there was something sh=
e
had yet to do... something of great importance.  =

     "Etta!"  Though Lois' head swam with waves of dizziness and her arm
felt too heavy to lift, she pulled on Kal's hand with a strength born of
terror, "Etta's still at the farm... up the mountain.... Kal, you have to=

save her." She fought the faintness that threatened to claim her once mor=
e.
 "She stayed behind so I could escape.  Take care of her, Kal."

     If Lois spoke truthfully then the lady-in-waiting was definitely in =
an
ominous position and it seemed he owed Lois' safety to Etta's brave
actions.  He held Lois' drifting attention with a forceful gaze.  "Don't
worry, Lois.  I'll see to it.  We'll find Etta and bring her home."

     As his wife gave way again to a welcoming unconsciousness, he called=

Ching to his side and, concisely explaining the situation to his bodyguar=
d,
he issued his orders. Yet he didn't wait around to see a small but strong=

force, commanded by Ching, take off at the fastest speed possible up the
mountain.  Their quest to find and rescue, if possible, a very brave lady=
.

     Meanwhile the larger contingent headed back to Veren with the First
Lady tended by Tamar and his team and blissfully unaware of the drama tha=
t
was still unfolding.

          *****
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Title:  Universal Union Book2 =

Part:  13

Author: Jenni Debbage

Rating: PG-13

Feedback:  Comments welcome, public or private

Summary:  These two chapters are the answer to the cliff-hanger I left yo=
u
with.   It was mentioned by my beta-readers that I should post a 'wham
alert' with these chapters.  Hopefully, I won't upset anyone too much.

I'd like to thank Laurie Dunn, Carol Malo and Wendy Richards for their
helpful suggestions and the encouragement they have given me with this
story.  Without their help I don't think I would ever have posted this
story to the list.

  I'd also like to thank all those who have sent me feedback.  It's kept =
my
interest in this 'Krypton' saga alive.

**********

          Chapter Six

         Consequences

    =

     The dying rays of the setting sun seeped into the hushed chamber and=

crept over the counterpane to alight on the still figure in the bed.  The=

journey back to the city, through the early morning mists, had been
accomplished in a surprisingly short time.  Yet, by the time the
transporters swept under Veren's gates Physician Tamar, having been
equipped for every eventuality, had stabilised his charge.  Tragically,
however, the much awaited heir was lost; succour had come too late to sav=
e
the baby.

     Lois lay upon her silken pillows, pale of face and in the depths of
despair.  A number of dark purplish bruises marked her fair skin and her
hands were covered with light dressings to protect the new skin that had
been grafted over her torn fingers.  She cared little for the heir, but s=
he
cared deeply for the little person that she and Kal had created out of
their love for each other; the baby that she had been learning to know an=
d
love.  And the tragedy continued.

     Ching and his men had returned at midday bringing with them the body=

of poor courageous Etta.  It appeared that Ballen had discovered her
friend's scheming and he had exacted a terrible revenge.  The young
lady-in-waiting had been beaten to death.  Etta had paid the highest pric=
e
for her loyalty to her lady.  Earlier, when Joanna had tried to pull the
curtains across the wide window, Lois had stayed her hand.  She wanted to=

see the far-off mountains where she had taken her leave forever of her de=
ar
friend.

     The door slowly opened on Lord Kal-El as he tiptoed into their
bedchamber, not wanting to disturb his wife's much needed sleep, but
needing, nonetheless, to be at her side.  He was surprised to find Lois
awake and shocked by the obvious depths of her despondency.

     "Lois?!"  He called softly, trying to draw her attention from her
torturous thoughts.  "Lois, how are you doing, sweetheart?"  =

     He sat on the edge of the bed, but far from his wife's side, not
wishing to add further hurt to her bruised body.  Which was an unfortunat=
e
circumstance as Lois misconstrued his action entirely.  The sunken gaze
that turned to him was dull and almost devoid of emotion, yet Kal knew th=
at
beneath the quiet face her feelings were in turmoil.

     "Sweetheart, I know that things seem hopeless now, but Tamar tells m=
e
that you'll recover and that there will be no lasting damage."  =

     He kept his voice calm and even, though in truth his own emotions we=
re
bordering on collapse.  Yet he forced his sorrow and his anger aside.  Ye=
s,
anger!  Silently, he admitted it.  He wanted to rail at the fates that ha=
d
brought such pain and suffering to this woman that he loved so much and h=
ad
cruelly stolen their tiny child... and Etta, the poor unfortunate girl wh=
o
had died to save them.  Lois needed him and he must be strong for her dea=
r
sake.  He could cry alone, later.   But in his concern to protect Lois hi=
s
choice of behaviour was terribly wrong.  =

     His wife believed she saw right through the mask to the disgust
beneath.  How could Kal love her or trust her ever again?  She had caused=

the death of his child.  She had caused the death of Etta.   =

     "I feel better than I've any right to be," she stated morosely.  "Et=
ta
is dead.  Our baby is dead and all because I disobeyed you.  How you must=

hate me."

     Kal was taken aback by her words and the self-loathing with which th=
ey
were spoken.  "Lois, I don't hate you."  He was quick to reassure her.  "=
I
could never hate you....  I love you."

     "Please, don't be kind, Kal.  I don't deserve your kindness."  Lois'=

eyes slid back to the open window, from where the muffled sounds of the
city could still be heard.  Life for some people would go on as normal.

     Sensing that Lois was slipping into melancholy, Kal moved nearer her=

on the bed and gathered her cold hands into his own, careful not to distu=
rb
the bandages.  "Lois, it's not kindness, it's the simple truth."  He
reached out and, turning her to face him, cupped her cheek gently in his
large hand.  "I fell in love with you a long time ago and it seems that I=

am so made that I could never love another.  You are my heart.  Without y=
ou
I am nothing."

    Was that a glimmer of tears that he saw in the depth of her dark eyes=
. =

He fervently hoped so, tears meant life.  Kal continued, earnestly trying=

to touch her with his words.  "We've lost our baby and that makes me very=

sad, but I cannot help but be glad too because I have you back.  You are
alive!"

     "But everyone else is dead and it's all my fault."  Lois pushed
against the arms that tried to enclose her in a comforting hug.  She wasn=
't
worthy of comfort.  "If I hadn't suggested that we go down to the circus.=
 =

If I had waited for you, as you wanted me too, we wouldn't have been
kidnapped and Etta wouldn't have had to rescue me and I wouldn't have had=

to ride down that horrible mountain and I wouldn't have killed our
baby...."  =

     Hysteria was very close now and Kal ignored Lois' hands that were
attempting to ward him off and pulled her up against his chest, his hands=

sliding into her hair and pressing her head to his shoulder.

     "No, Lois, No!  Never think that," he comforted.  "The Taureans are =
to
blame, not you!"

     Kal paid no heed to Lois' fists that pummelled his body, understandi=
ng
that she had a great need to hit out... he too felt that need.  All thoug=
ht
for her poor hurt hands was swept away by the torrent of grief that
consumed her.  With love he held her against his heart, until her hands
stilled and great racking sobs overtook her slender form and she slumped
into his embrace.

     Time passed and the sun faded from the room and left the couple to t=
he
dusk.  Slowly, Lois' wails subsided into a quieter weeping till, presentl=
y,
she lifted her head and stared into his sherry coloured eyes; eyes that
were awash with unshed tears... and so full of love and concern... for he=
r.
 So he wasn't disgusted by her.  He didn't hate her.  He was so good.

     But Lois wasn't yet ready to forgive herself and her voice when she
found the strength to speak was thick with recrimination.  "I had to go
out.  Independent Ms Lois Lane had to prove that she was still her own
person... still in charge of her own destiny.  I would do what I wanted
when I wanted and to hell with the consequences.  Only this time someone
else paid the consequences...."  Her voice faded away and there was a bri=
ef
silence in the room.  Kal stayed quietly waiting, recognising instinctive=
ly
that she had to talk this out.  Lois swallowed the huge lump that had
formed in her throat.  "I never thought... but then I never do... I didn'=
t
realise things could go so terribly wrong.  You warned me and I wouldn't
listen."

     "No, Lois, not really!  If I recall, I agreed with you that Veren wa=
s
a safe place to be.  Rad-Nor's been skulking in his lair for months and I=

guess we've both grown a little lax.  And if I'm honest, I had an inkling=

of what you might do."  Kal offered her a rueful half smile.  "And I didn=
't
try to stop you.  I know how difficult it's been for you, coming to terms=

with all these restrictions that being the First Lady has put upon you.  =
I
really didn't think that you'd be in any jeopardy, so I ignored my
misgivings and allowed you to play... hookey, I think is the term you mig=
ht
use.  I never thought... so you see I'm just as much to blame."

     The girl in the bed was horrified to see her gentle, understanding
husband assume any guilt.  "That's not true!!  Kal, you couldn't have
guessed what would happen... no-one could...."

     Kal allowed that thought to coalesce in Lois' brain before agreeing.=
 =

"Yes, exactly and neither could you.  Sweetheart, you only wanted a littl=
e
time out to enjoy yourself with your friends, it's hardly a criminal
offense."

     "Are you saying that you wouldn't have stopped me if I'd told you wh=
at
I'd planned?"

     Considering his answer carefully, Kal shook his head.  "No, but I
would have sent a guard along with you, probably Poli or Ching.  But I
doubt that it would have made a difference,  these were experienced
mercenaries who kidnapped you and they probably would've had a contingenc=
y
plan to get rid of any guards.  We'd just be mourning the death of one mo=
re
friend."

     "Oh, Kal," Lois said in a very small voice but this time she stretch=
ed
out to the safety of his arms.  "What happened up on the mountain?"

     "Lois, are you sure you're ready to hear this?"

     The Lady of El felt insecure and frightened, but Etta had given her
life for her, the least she could do was listen to the account of the las=
t
moments of the precious girl's life.  "I have to know, Kal."

     Moving to the head of the bed, Kal settled comfortably by his wife a=
nd
encircled her once more within the safety of his embrace.  "Ballen and hi=
s
men are dead.  It's not really important but I thought you'd like to know=
. =

The Taurean reinforcements had arrived by the time Ching and his company
found the camp.  There was a running battle and for a time things looked
grim but Dax had already ordered up air support and the Taurean ship
realising it was out numbered, took off.  The others left behind knew
they'd been abandoned, but these mercenaries never give up easily.  I
suspect that realising they could face de-materialisation gave added
incentive to their fight... death in battle is a whole lot better than a
long trial and an eternity spent in a confinement chamber as a mass of
floating molecules."

     "Excuse me?!"  Lois cut in, brought from her despondency by the
picture his last words had conjured up.  "What do you mean... a mass of
floating molecules?"

     "It's the sentence carried out on those found guilty of murder and
high treason.  It's not exactly a death sentence.  I mean the process can=

be reversed.  It's sort of a suspended animation...."

     "Except you're suspended in tiny little pieces.  That's horrible!"

     "That's probably why Ballen and his cohorts preferred to fight to th=
e
death.  I'm sorry, Lois, that you found out about our ultimate penalty'
like this.  If it's any consolation it's reserved for the more heinous
crimes and it hasn't been used in decades.  Besides, Ballen didn't deserv=
e
to live."

     Kal's eyes shadowed with outrage as he remembered his sight of poor
Etta's body.  Ching had brought her home and now she was lying in the
seclusion of Veren's ancient Hall of Meditation.  Tomorrow, after a small=

ceremony of praise for this young girl's life, her body would be
disintegrated and her spirit would join that of her ancestors.  The First=

Lord himself would give the Eulogy.

     Lois remained still as Kal fought the anger and horror that had
overcome him.  Slowly the burning fire of his gaze dimmed.  "We assumed
that some time during the night Ballen discovered you were gone and he to=
ok
his anger out on Etta.  She tried to fight him off, the room was a
shambles, but she died.  Ching was too late, sweetheart.  I'm sorry."  Ka=
l
lifted Lois chin to look into her face.  "But the only people responsible=

for this are the Taureans and whoever paid them to do their foul work."

     "Rad-Nor again?"

     "Undoubtedly, but again we have no proof."  The hand that still lay
around her clenched in frustration.

     "Don't be angry, sweetheart.  Someday he'll make a mistake and we'll=

be there to see that he's punished for all the hurt that he's caused."  I=
n
her anxiousness to sooth her husband's anguish, Lois momentarily forgot h=
er
own pain.  "You know that's one person I wouldn't be too upset to see
de-materialized." =

     "True!!"  Kal was pleased to see his wife become more animated, even=

if it were only in thoughts of revenge.  He'd been frightened and
discouraged by her state of dejection.  There was another thought too tha=
t
might cheer her.  "You know, sweetheart, you were completely correct.  Et=
ta
was a courageous and clever young woman and, though she was a part of the=

household at Ro-Ellion for years, I never knew that about her.  It took a=

stranger from a distant planet to see the true Etta and to free her from
the confines of her place in life.   For a short while, Etta was allowed =
to
be all that she could and you did that for her.  Who knows what she
could've accomplished had she been granted the time?  Lois, there are
probably thousands of Ettas out there; people who never have the chance t=
o
live up to their true potential.  I understand now what you've been tryin=
g
to tell me and I vow to you that I will spend the rest of my life strivin=
g
to change things....  How successful I'll be, I cannot promise... but I
will try...."

     Pressing a small hand to his lips, Lois stopped the flow of words. =

"We will try, together.  But we mustn't rush into things."  A wiser more
considering First Lady recalled her mother- in-law's warning.  "We don't
want to scare your noble lords into Rad-Nor's camp with our revolutionary=
'
ideals.  Besides, we have all the time in the world; we have the rest of
our lives."

     And though the hurt that they were both experiencing over the loss o=
f
their baby had never been discussed, it was too soon to lift the lid on
those overwhelming emotions, they had faced some of their devils and
overcome them as a couple.  In the difficult days ahead they would shed
many heartfelt tears for the child they would never know but they would
weep together.  And, though they would never completely forget this
dreadful episode, time would assuage their hurt.

          *****  =
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Thank you for all the good and bad comments.  Here's a couple more
installments to hold you over until I get those darn papers graded.

"This is Clark Kent."  Clark grabbed the phone in a hurry.  Lois looked over
and wondered what kind of great lead he was following, but his face changed
to show obvious pleasure. She couldn't hear much of the conversation, but it
was a bad sign.  "That would be great.  I'll meet you bistro across from the
courthouse and then you'll make your appointment."  Lois could barely hear
Clark's little chuckles.  "I'll see you soon."  Before the phone was back on
the hook, Lois was in the spare chair.
    "Well?"  Clark knew this was coming.  He could see her eyes on him the
entire time he was talking to Mayson.
    "If you must know, I have a lunch date.  I met an attorney at the fire
downtown and helped her last night and she's buying me lunch."  Lois
continued to stare at Clark intently not knowing exactly what to say.  Clark
knew that Lois still had some sort of hang up on Clark ever dating even when
she was involved.  Convinced she had feelings for him, he hoped that someday
she would come around.  On the other hand, he was also a handsome man who
wanted to have a good time now and then too.
    "Oh, I was just curious."  Lois started back to her desk.
    "Lois, it's a working lunch.  She has a court hearing and her aide is
going to be there.  If you want to come with me, just say so."
    Lois blushed slightly and quietly responded, "yes."  Clark nodded in
return and turned back to his computer screen as Lois continued to work.

    Lois and Clark arrived soon after noon at the Bistro across from
Centennial Park and the Courthouse.  Lois noticed a young blond woman waving
in the direction of Clark.  'Could this possibly be the kind of woman Clark
really wants,' she thought to herself as she put a nice face on and
continued
to follow Clark toward the table.  Mayson had already stood up to shake
hands
with Clark as Lois followed up behind.
    "Hi.  I'm Mayson Drake and this is my assistant Donald.  You must be the
famous other partner I saw on the billboards, Lois Lane."  Mayson shook
Clark
and Lois' hand, as did Donald before the four of them sat down.    "So
Clark,
I heard that you did a great story today in the paper this morning."
    "Thanks for the comments.  Lois here has a great piece lined up for
tomorrow.  I'm just hoping that if anything comes across your desk, that
I'll
be the first person to know about it."  Clark smiled and waved the waiter
over to the table as he was talking to Mayson.
    The four stopped talking long enough to order lunch all around.  When
the
waiter returned with all the drinks, Lois smiled over at Mayson.  "So,
Mayson, where are you originally from?  From what I heard from Clark, you're
not from around here."  Lois was curious about the new district attorney not
only because she may have to be crossing her path more often than she may
have wanted, but also it seemed that Clark was starting she Mayson as a
possible woman friend.
    "No, I actually got my law degree from the University of Kansas, but my
family is from back in Washington State.  So of course, I don't get home
much.  Actually, this job here opened up as I was on the way home and there
was no way I was going to turn it down."  Mayson answered Lois completely
and
simply, not anything like what Lois expected.  She was sure that Mayson
would
try to do something to impress Clark but nothing of the kind.
    When the waiter returned with the orders Lois and Clark talked shop
while
Donald and Mayson continued filing through more pages of the same work that
Clark had seen the night before at her office.  As Lois started to finish
up,
Mayson handed a corporate card to the waiter.  "Mayson, you didn't have to
pay for me.  I was under the impression that this was a payback for Clark."
    Mayson smiled over at Clark as she started to pack up her things and
sign
for her check.  "No problem.  Perhaps sometime you'll pay me back.  Clark,
I'll see you soon."  Mayson leaned over and kissed Clark gently and followed
Donald back across the street to the courthouse.  After Mayson and her aide
departed, Lois looked over toward Clark quizzically.
    "Clark, what do you really plan on doing with Mayson?"
    "I have no idea really.  We met on a whim and things just started
happening.  Nothing like what plans you and Luthor have."
    "Look, I really have no idea about what I'm going to do with Lex.  I
really think it's possible that I'll say yes but I have no idea.  It's
strange.  I talked to Superman and he seemed to do everything in his
superhuman power to reject me.  I just don't really know what to think
unless
someone else walks into my life and stands up in front of me and says,
'Lois,
I love you.'  Like that would ever happen."  Clark looked at her in
astonishment.  Was she trying to hint to him to stand and make himself
known?
 Clark opened his mouth and started to tell Lois how he felt when he heard a
siren from across town and wondered how he would get out of the situation.
Waiting no longer, Lois rose from the table and signaled for Clark.  "Let's
go."
    "Actually Lois, I need to go run some other errands and things before
returning but I see you soon at the Planet."  Lois waved back at him as he
turned and started down the street the other way.  From what he could tell,
she was on her way down the aisle with Luthor.  And he was on his way to
another save.
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Lois started up the stairs on the way to the coffee table when she saw
Clark=
=20
walk through the elevator doors.  "How were your errands?" =20
    "They were errands, although I did get some information for the break
in=
=20
downtown - a great interview with Superman.  I thought I would go over
and=20
type it up and let you read though it."  Clark walked down to his desk
and=20
started typing.

        Around the noontime hour today, a shooting occurred at the
Metropoli=
s=20
Twin=20
        Towers involving a disgruntled employee of Interweb
Communications.=20
        Because of the buyout from Lex Corporation, it seems that Lex
Corp=20
has         been planning this but was trying to keep it quiet until the=20
right time.  The        present stock price for the two companies are=20
skyrocketing.

Clark found himself stuck.  He really didn't have the whole story put=20
together, at least not enough to implicate Luthor in any kind of strange=20
scam.  'Put it away.  Think more on it,' Clark thought to himself.  He=20
thought back to the conversation he had with Luthor as Luthor had left
the=20
sight of the shooting.
    "You realize that if one man dies because of a company scandal
Luthor,=20
you will be suspected."  Superman stated blankly to Luthor as he got in
his=20
company car.
    "Superman, you and I have this love hate relationship that I have come
t=
o=20
look forward to when we meet.  I realize that Lois Lane means something
to=20
you, although I have no idea what.  She seems so sad every time I ask her
if=
=20
she has talked to you, and she states that you keep pushing her away. =20
Perhaps, just perhaps you are pushing her to me.  I have to thank you for=20
that." =20
    Superman stared back at Luthor's smug face and wondered if what he
said=20
was really true.  "I promise you Luthor I will nail you for something
that=20
will put you behind bars for a long time.   I just hope I get you before
you=
=20
get Lois."  Luthor smiled and closed the car door behind him.  As he
drove=20
off, Superman stood in the street and desperately hoped he would beat
Luthor=
=20
to Lois.

    "Lost in thought."  Lois patted Clark on the back and wondered
secretly=20
where he really was.  Clark just looked up at her and smiled as she
walked=20
back over to her desk.  Clark went back to looking at his screen and=20
wondering what was going to have to take place in order for her to
realize=20
that Luthor was really the wrong person for her.
=20
    Clark was out late wondering what his next move should be.  He knew
ther=
e=20
was no way that he could go back to Lois' place as Superman.  He had done=20
everything but tell her to leave him alone.  And Mayson, he knew that he=20
still had feelings for Lois but he was more a gentleman than to get in
the=20
way of a marriage proposal.  Mayson, on the other hand, was a nice and=20
interested in him for him and nothing else.  Maybe this weekend was the
time=
.=20
 Lois had gone with him to his parents soon after they met with very
little=20
persistence from his parents.  He would talk to them and see if they
would=20
mind another visitor for the weekend. =20
** BEEP BEEP BEEP**  Clark looked down at his beeper and saw that Lois
had=20
called the house and wondered what she was needing.  He turned and headed
fo=
r=20
the nearest alley and into the skies.  This could be the call he was
hoping=20
for.  Lois had decided.

    "You rang?"  Lois opened the door and pulled Clark into the apartment
an=
d=20
walked him over to the couch and got comfortable beside him. =20
    "I need to talk to you about something really important to me.  I
told=20
you about the reaction I got from Superman last night, which was as
expected=
=20
as I should have thought.  On the other hand, you seem to be wavering
around=
=20
the whole issue.  You're like a foreign country that always stays neutral=20
regardless of your true feelings.  You can't tell me that you have no
real=20
thoughts on the subject of us.  I know you Clark, we're partners.  Tell
me=20
what you really think."  Lois took Clark's hands in hers and waited.
Clark=20
looked out across the span of her small apartment and then back to her.
He=20
shook his head slightly.
    "Honestly, I think there is something going on in Luthor's head and
it=20
worries me."  Lois stood up and looked at him. =20
    "I'm not talking about Lex in this conversation.  What do you feel?"
    Clark eased back into the couch and took a deep breath.  "What do you=20
want me to tell you?  I really have thought about this Lois.  I
considered=20
telling you that I was in love with you to keep you from Luthor but
didn't=20
think that was fair to you.  But if you want honesty, I would to die to be
i=
n=20
Luthor's place right now.  He is one step away from having the most
wonderfu=
l=20
woman as his wife, and I have nothing to stop you from saying yes.
Unless=20
you're saying if I tell you that I love you, you won't say yes to him."
Loi=
s=20
looked up at Clark now that he had stood up in his plea.  She waved her
hand=
s=20
in front of her body in the motion to tell Clark that was not what she
was=20
thinking.
    "I just truly wanted to know what you were really thinking.  And I
have=20
suspected that for a long time but I wasn't going to put words in your=20
mouth."  Clark started pacing around the couch as Lois stood in the middle
o=
f=20
her living room.  Clark walked over to the window and stared out.  Lois=20
walked up behind him put her arm around his side.  "You know, someone
else=20
was kind enough last night to let me down easy before he leapt out of
this=20
very window."  Clark looked down at Lois as she mused looking out the
window=
.=20
=20
    "So what have you decided?"  Both of them stood facing each other in
the=
=20
window.  Clark could feel his heart start pounding harder than he ever=20
remembered.  "Do you love him?  We're being honest here."
    "I do.  Deep inside there's something that still intrigues me about
him=20
but I love him."  Clark put his arms around Lois trying hard not to tear
up=20
before he left her apartment.  He knew this was it.  He would see her one=20
more time this happy - at her wedding.  She pulled away from him where
she=20
could look up at his face.  Lois could feel his reaction in his embrace;
it=20
was distant.  It was back to partners.
    Clark took her face in his hand and rubbed his head down her chin,
"Then=
=20
tell him yes.  If you love him, you need no one's approval."  Clark
smiled=20
down at Lois and let go of her.  "You let me know what happens, partner. =20
Because Lois - regardless what Luthor does or what you do, we are always=20
partners."  Lois smiled and laughed.  Clark would never let her go too
much=20
and Lois felt good that she could at least count on Clark as a big
brother=20
figure.  "Goodnight Lois."  Standing in the middle of her living room
again,=
=20
she watched Clark close the door behind him.  He was gone, but he didn't
say=
=20
goodbye. =20
Lois climbed into bed about half an hour later and wondered what her life=20
with Lex would be like.  No more drawing her own bath or driving her own
car=
.=20
 She mused at being waited on hand and foot.  Then she drifted into
thoughts=
=20
of all the meetings Lex always had planned and her waiting in the wings
for=20
his arrival home.  She suddenly realized she had seen Clark more in the
one=20
day than Lex all week.  'He'll adjust to spend time with me,' she thought
to=
=20
herself.  Then again, Clark always made time somehow too.  She faded off
to=20
sleep not unhappy, just content.

If I'm not in love with you
What is this I'm going through tonight
And if this heart is lying then
What should I believe in=20
Why do I go crazy
Every time I think about you=20
Why else do I want you like I do
If I'm not in love with you=E2=80=A6
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> Drat ChiefPam!  She's always telling me: write it yourself.  No
> matter how busy things are, that's just what I end up doing.

Hey!  I resemble that remark... <g>  I'm so glad you posted this,
though!

Anyway, this was all Claire's fault -- she inspired me to start a story
(that I'm only halfway through) and then mentioned that it wasn't
exactly what she had in mind... well, I liked her idea, but I was too
far off tangent to fix what I had, so... I thought she ought to do it
herself :)  And it'll be a while til I get mine done, so I'm glad she's
gotten hers out here for y'all to enjoy.

Guys, if you haven't read this yet, you ought to; you're in for a treat.
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Date:         Sun, 23 Jan 2000 09:49:44 -0500
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Jessi, this was very well done. If you *intended* for your world to be
"earth-centric," then by all means I'll shut up. :)

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

 I was especially impressed by your handling of Lois and Etta, as this is
something I am currently struggling with myself -- Lois' recognition that
the way *she* sees things is not the way *Etta* sees things. Although Clark
(sorry, that wrote itself!), I mean Kal, does negate that a bit by saying
that Etta's life was wasted. Etta certainly didn't seem to think so.

I hope we'll see more of this soon. I am anxiously waiting for Kal and Lois
to tune into the news broadcasts from Terra in his attempt to capture the
lastest hits for his lady love, listen the reports of the Nightfall
asteroid, and rush off to save the planet before the whole place goes
*boom*. Or will they try to listen *after* Nightfall already crashes...?

Sorry. I'm just fascinated by the idea of the LnC world *without* Lois and
Clark. They do so much for the planet, and since in your scenario they're
not there, I can't help wondering what happens in their absence.

Hazel

(who wonders if Kal is going to ostentatiously visit Nor's estates and
pointedly suggest he get around to that swearing-fealty thing that he so
studiously avoided at the coronation)
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 Whee! The return of the quizzes! :)

One thing I noticed, Wendy, is that you gave *long* excerpts. I had to hunt
through the loiscla archives and discovered that way back when -- when the
show was still being aired -- there were also quizzes of a sort. Only the
quiz consisted of a SINGLE line. Mind you, there were a lot less stories
out there at the time. ;)

I think I'd like to try putting together a quiz like that. To be fair, I'll
restrict myself to stories that came out in the past year -- as Wendy puts
it, those that are available for Kerths. :) Give me a week or so, 'kay?

Thanks for resurrecting such a time-honored custom!

Hazel

(who notes that Wendy skipped one of *my* favorite rewrites -- Nan's
"Partners." Of course, we can't have Nan cropping up all over the place,
now can we?) (Oh yes we can)
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Oops, I sent it to Claire directly first. Sorry for making you read this
twice, Claire.

Claire, this was a very interesting story, and has left me *verrrry*
interested in reading the "real" "Might Have Been," whenever you get a
chance to get it out. ;)

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

I adored the imagery of your "subreality cafe" at the beginning of the
story. I know some people might not like the blatant reminder (many authors
do tend to think of LnC as real people, which is why we tend to get upset
when a fanfic writer makes them act out of character), but this was fun.
How much time did you spend on those few paragraphs describing the band and
their musical instruments? Those sentences *sing*!

I was a bit confused as to why Lois, in the time wrinkle, was so aggressive
towards Clark. Did she have some memory of their future relationship? What
happened to the translator that Lois managed to keep after the time
wrinkle? Why didn't she have it in the "real" version?

These are little things. The story was fun. I laughed at Clark's panicked
thought that Lois launched herself on every strange man she met after he
swallowed the bomb, but I couldn't help wondering what his breath was like
after swallowing plastic explosive. :D

I look forward to more writing from your talented keyboard. ;)

Hazel
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I really like this.  I hope we're going to see more of Kal and Lois.  I
certainly don't want it to stop before Rad-Nor gets what he deserves!

Nan
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Wendy's quiz, and the mention of Nan's excellent story, reminded me of
another fic that also rewrote ATAI, only with a different twist. The part I
remember the most clearly is Clark calling the police to report the Kents'
kidnapping, and his collaboration with the *real* owner of Mazik's jewelry
store.

Does anyone remember this one? Author, title? I'd appreciate any help!

Hazel
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In a message dated 1/23/00 11:24:26 AM Eastern Standard Time,
zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

<< Wendy's quiz, and the mention of Nan's excellent story, reminded me of
 another fic that also rewrote ATAI, only with a different twist. The part I
 remember the most clearly is Clark calling the police to report the Kents'
 kidnapping, and his collaboration with the *real* owner of Mazik's jewelry
 store.

 Does anyone remember this one? Author, title? I'd appreciate any help!
  >>

No, but it sounds fascinating.  I hope someone remembers it.  I want to read
it.

Ann
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Jenni,
I love this story -  please continue the story quickly
merry

John Debbage wrote:

> Title:  Universal Union Book2
>
> Part:  11
>
> Author: Jenni Debbage
>
> Rating: PG-13
>
> Feedback:  Comments welcome, public or private
>
> Summary:  These two chapters are the answer to the cliff-hanger I left you
> with.   It was mentioned by my beta-readers that I should post a 'wham
> alert' with these chapters.  Hopefully, I won't upset anyone too much.
>
> I'd like to thank Laurie Dunn, Carol Malo and Wendy Richards for their
> helpful suggestions and the encouragement they have given me with this
> story.  Without their help I don't think I would ever have posted this
> story to the list.
>
>   I'd also like to thank all those who have sent me feedback.  It's kept
my
> interest in this 'Krypton' saga alive.
>
> **********
>
>      The three men sat in a relaxed and slightly drunken state around the
> rickety wooden table in the old farmhouse, varying their conversation
> between laughter and argument about how best to spend the money they were
> due.  They had carried out their part of the contract well and now they
> just had to wait to be picked up by their partners in crime.  Soon they
> would be bound for Caytan, and the high class bitch and her serving girl
> would make them an extra bonus above the fee which had already been
> deposited in their accounts with the money- lenders of the space station.
> A few days of riotous living beckoned before they had to look for their
> next job and Ballen had hinted that this current partnership with an
> unknown, but clearly wealthy and powerful individual, promised further
rich
> pickings.
>
>      Pity the woman in the cellar was an untouchable', but the servant who
> was now preparing them a well-deserved meal was young and presentable and
> besides all bitches were the same in the dark.  Of course, Ballen had the
> first taking; he had already made that clear.
>
>      Etta listened and watched carefully as she busied herself at the
> ancient wood burning stove.  They were talking too quickly for her to
> follow all of their words but she caught the gist of the dialogue.  The
> future they had planned for herself and her mistress filled her with dread
> but her heart quailed at the very descriptive and disgusting suggestions
> they threw around with gusto of what Ballen and perhaps the others had in
> store for her this night.
>
>      Pushing her fears into the background, she busied herself in stirring
> the large pot on top of the stove, her stomach lurching at the sight of
the
> greasy water in which floated the quartered bodies of some small animals
> that the three had clearly hunted before their trip to Veren.  The stew
> didn't smell too appetising either but she steeled herself not to react,
as
> it gave her a reason to put her plan into operation.   Stepping up to the
> table, Etta haltingly suggested that perhaps a few herbs from the mountain
> meadows outside might improve the taste.  Her breath stuck in her throat
as
> she waited for the reply; it was important that they let her leave this
> room and hopefully without a guard to accompany her.
>
>     Ballen was an uncouth leader with a sly and suspicious mind;
> nevertheless, he was quite sure that the timid girl had little spirit to
> attempt an escape and besides, stuck here on this mountain top there was
no
> where for her to go.  As his stomach grumbled protestingly through lack of
> food, he viewed the thought of a hearty meal with pleasure and the woman
> seemed to know what she was doing.  Gaining confidence from the drink he'd
> swilled he grinned broadly upon her, hoping to impress her with his good
> looks and generous nature.
>
>     "Okay!  Go on but don't be long and remember if you try to run away we
> will find you and bring you back and I promise you'll be sorry you gave us
> any trouble."  The grimace that apparently passed for his smile quickly
> faded to be replaced by a sneer of menace and Etta shrank from the evil
man
> as she quickly slipped round the table and out of the door.
>
>      Heaving a sigh of relief, Etta hurried to the broken down cupboard by
> the outside door.  Earlier she had witnessed the Taurean leader demand a
> leather rucksack from one of his men and thrusting it inside, he had
locked
> the door before entering the kitchen.  Once inside the cramped room,
Ballen
> had thrown the key onto an old dresser as he drew tankards of ale from a
> barrel sitting on top of the wooden bureau for himself and his men.
> Thankfully for Etta's plotting, after a number of refills of the potent
> brew, the increasingly inebriated leader had forgotten about its presence
> and under the cover of preparing their supper she had managed to pocket
the
> key.
>
>      Now she worked with nimble fingers to unlock the door, her heart rate
> increasing as she drew the rickety door ajar.  It mustn't squeak; she
> prayed silently to Zor and the satchel must hold what she hoped. In
> trepidation she rapidly opened the bag and gratefully removed the
injection
> gun and a vial of the drug that had been used to anaesthetise her.  The
gun
> was returned to its holdall and the cupboard relocked, then pocketing the
> bottle, Etta ran outside to where she had spotted the remnants of a
> vegetable garden.  Moonlight flooded the patch which had long since
> reverted to a natural habitat but a few herbs still thrived in the once
> tilled ground.  This night Etta laboured as one inspired, pulling the
herbs
> that had been her excuse for leaving and checking the layout of the
> farmyard and the path that would lead both her and her mistress down the
> mountain and to freedom.
>
>      The transporter nestled dull and gray by the old house, but Etta's
> eyes shifted over its smooth shape and centred on the enclosure a short
way
> off which she had first noticed when they arrived at their destination.
> The sounds of shifting and shuffling animals drifted through the dark and
> in the moonlight Etta could discern the forms of three unicorns.  With a
> smile of satisfaction she hurried back inside; it would ruin her plan if
> Ballen and his cohorts became suspicious of her actions.  Breezing into
the
> kitchen she held her herbs aloft to prove to her captors what she had been
> doing and indicating by hand actions that she intended to put them into
the
> boiling pot.
>
>       Now filled with enough liquor to make them exceedingly drunk, the
> three paid little attention to the cook, simply bellowed that they were
> hungry and that if she knew what was good for her she'd have their dinner
> on the table in double quick time.  Etta was only too happy to oblige,
with
> slight of hand the unwashed herbs and the drug were stirred into the
greasy
> bubbling mixture.  Hopefully the pungent taste of the herbs and the
> strongly smelling meat would hide the traces of the sleeping draught and
> hopefully too there would be enough of the drug to knock them all
> senseless.  Surely the amount of alcohol they'd consumed mixed with the
> anaesthetic would put them to sleep.
>
>      Spooning the disgusting looking stew into three bowls, Etta carefully
> carried them to the table and waited with her heart in her mouth as the
> drunken kidnappers sampled their supper.  Her fears were groundless; the
> Taureans suspected nothing and greedily scoffed the lot and loudly
demanded
> more until the huge pan was emptied.  Quietly, the inventive girl slipped
> back into the shadows to await developments.
>
>           *****
>
>      Down in the cellar, Lois had not been idle.  The minute the door had
> slammed shut on Etta and her guard, she had begun a search of her
> surroundings and with touch as well as sight she mapped out her prison.
> She quickly established that the door, although ancient was of a stout
wood
> and her hearing had informed her when the others had left that it was
> bolted as well as locked from the outside.  Her lock-picking skills would
> be of little use on this occasion.  So she had continued with her careful
> search until her efforts had finally been rewarded and she had discovered
> an old rusty nail under the dust and dirt in the far corner of the cell.
> Since then she had employed herself in attempting to break the connecting
> point of her shield-bracelets, however, although the left one had loosened
> somewhat it still held firm, and the main and painful result had been the
> tearing and subsequent bleeding of her fingers and nails.  Perhaps if she
> rested for a moment she could replenish her strength and try again.
>
>      The stealthy sound of the bolt on the door drawing back drew her
> attention to the doorway and she watched in horror as the heavy wooden
> portal swung ever so slowly inwards.  A white but very familiar face
> appeared in the opening, squinting into the semi-dark, as Etta swiftly
> descended the stairs towards her.
>
>      "Etta!"  Lois whispered, "What's happening?"  Her eyes strayed back
to
> the doorway expecting to see the bull like form of the Taurean.  "Are you
> alone?"  She slid her left hand behind her back, afraid to let her captors
> see what she had been up to.
>
>      "Milady, the Taureans are asleep.  I drugged them with their own
> medicine and we have to leave as quickly as we can."
>
>      "Oh Etta, you're a real hero!  How did you manage that?"  While she
> spoke Lois was picking herself off the floor.
>
>      "I put it in their stew and they didn't suspect a thing."  A note of
> pride at her audacity coloured Etta's words but she immediately returned
to
> the business at hand.  "But I don't know how long they'll be out cold, so
> we have to get out of here.... fast."  And to emphasise the point Etta
> grabbed for Lois' hand and started to drag her towards the stairway.
>
>      Lois needed no more persuasion and, ignoring her cramped limbs, she
> hurriedly exited the cold gloomy cell, close on her rescuer's heels.
> Unfortunately, the way to freedom lay through the kitchen where the girls'
> hulking captors lay snoring loudly, hopefully in deepest sleep.  One thug
> had fallen off his chair and slid beneath the table while the other
> lounged, mouth agape and drooling, against the backrest of his chair.
> Commander Ballen sprawled across the table, breathing heavily but, as the
> girls skirted round the edge of the room, keeping a safe distance from the
> kidnappers, he shifted uneasily on the table top.  With an enormous grunt
> he pushed himself upright and Lois and Etta froze.  For an everlasting
> second there was silence in the room as the terrorized girls ceased to
> breathe.   But Ballen's open eyes remained blank and unfocused, and he
> slipped with a thud clumsily back to the wooden surface.
>
>      Wasting not another moment the girls left their prison and their
> turnkeys behind and fleet of foot, ran into the open air.  The clearing
was
> still lit by a fitful moonlight and Lois, at once spying the transporter,
> turned her steps in its direction, only to be brought up short by Etta's
> pull on her arm.
>
>      "No, Lady.  The transporter is useless to us.  It's probably attuned
> to Ballen and his minions.  It won't go for us."
>
>      "Then how do we get out of here?  I don't know exactly where we are
> but, assuming we're in the mountains south of Veren, it'll take forever to
> get back to the city without transport."  Her head nodded in the direction
> of the house.  "And by the looks of Ballen it won't be long till he wakes
> up and then they'll be after us.  We don't stand a chance on foot."
>
>      "That's why we're not going on foot."  Etta couldn't help but grin,
> her spirit buoyed up by her daring.  "How good are you at riding?"
>
>      "Riding?"
>
>      "There are unicorns over there in the pen and that's our way out of
> here.  It'll be much quicker than walking."  Not waiting for an answer,
> Etta started moving in the darkness towards the beasts' enclosure
>
>      Lois frowned at Etta's information.  She'd learned to ride as a kid
at
> summer camp and she'd ridden out with Kal a couple of times but a long
ride
> down a mountainside would test her skills to the limit.  But Etta was
> right, it was their only chance of escape.  Pushing her misgivings aside
> she followed her friend.
>
>      "Milady, help me!"  Etta was struggling to open a heavy gate which
had
> grown sticky from lack of use.  Although the Taureans had brought the
> unicorns here for use on short scouting patrols,  they'd be abandoning the
> farm very shortly and therefore felt no need for unnecessary husbandry.
> The homestead would be left as they found it; they were fighters not
> farmers.
>
>      With Lois' help the ancient structure yielded to their combined
weight
> and soon they had opened it sufficiently for a unicorn to slip through.
> Once inside they moved speedily to their mounts but Lois soon found a
> distinct hitch in their plan.  The animals were tethered with hemp bridles
> to the rail but there were no saddles to be found.
>
>      "Where are the saddles?"  My Lady asked with a squeak of worry.
>
>      "Probably inside the building."  Etta's whisper echoed in the
> darkness.  "We daren't spend time to look for them.  I'm afraid we'll have
> to ride bareback."  The statement was matter of fact.  "Is that a
problem?"
>
>      "Etta, my riding isn't that good, but if needs must, it'll be fine...
> just fine."  Lois wasn't about to let a little technical detail like the
> lack of a saddle hinder their escape.
>
>      "Good!  Now let's get out of here."  Untying one of the halters from
> the fenceposts Etta signalled Lois to copy her actions.
>
>      "Nice unicorn!"  Lois crooned softly to the beast nearest her as she
> stretched a hand to stroke the animal's neck.  "Nice boy!"  Truthfully,
she
> had no idea whether her chosen mount was male or female and she didn't
much
> care.  Hopefully, neither would the unicorn.  "I'm Lois, and I hope that
> you and I are going to get along."  Her shaking hands imitated that of her
> servant as she worked to untie the thick rope knot.  Fervently she prayed
> that her nervousness wouldn't be conveyed to the animal.
>
>      Suddenly, into the night air came a loud bellow.  "Girl!!  Where are
> you?!!"  A sleepy but angry voice carried to the girls on the cool breeze.
> "Get in here!"
>
>      Both Lois and Etta jumped in fright, then stared at each other in
> trepidation.  Lois was the first to move. "Quickly, Etta!  We have to get
> out of here pretty damn fast!"  And she pulled on the rope to lead the
> unicorn to the fence.
>
>      "No, Lois!!  I can't leave now!!"  Fear filled the Kryptonian girl
but
> she knew what must be done.  "If Ballen finds me gone, he'll suspect
> something's wrong and come looking for you.  Once he finds an empty cell
> these three will be after us and we don't have a good enough start to
> outrun them.  I have to go back."
>
>      "That's crazy, Etta!  You can't stay here!  Once he discovers the
> empty cell, there's no telling what he'll do to you.  Etta, you'd be in
> terrible danger and I won't leave you here alone!"
>
>      "You have no choice!"  In her heart, Etta knew that Lois spoke the
> truth, but if she could keep Ballen occupied long enough to allow her Lady
> to escape then there was a chance that Lois could return with a rescue
> team.  And there was no doubt in her mind that she could keep the monster
> engaged; she had recognised the lecherous looks he had been directing her
> way all night.  Her whole being shrank at the thought of intimacy with the
> fiend but if she could buy her mistress some time, then she was prepared
to
> sacrifice herself.  "You know well that it's our only chance of freedom.
> Go, Lois and find help!"  Steely determination strengthened her voice and
> she led both Lois and the unicorn towards the gate.
>
>      Wild thoughts of attempting to overpower the brutish mercenary chased
> through Lois' head but if Ballen had regained consciousness then the
others
> would probably be waking soon and, though she had confidence in her
> defensive skills, these were trained soldiers who held no qualms about
> killing.  Etta had no knowledge of combat (why should she in her once
> secure world) and Lois doubted her chances of subduing all three alone.
> And if she failed Etta's clever plan was nullified and the outcome would
> surely be dire.
>
>      "Etta, no!  I can't let you do this."  But Lois' protest was
> fainthearted.  She too realised this was the only way.  Lois pulled Etta
> into her arms and hugged her desperately.  "I'll find help... please be
> careful...."
>
>      Then the best friend Lois had on Krypton was off and running towards
> the farm shack and her assignation with fate in the form of a powerful and
> choleric Taurean.  Watching Etta disappear inside the shadowed house, Lois
> swiped at the tears that coursed down her face.  Her brave Etta had gone
to
> do her part, the rest was up to her. Thankfully, the unicorn came
willingly
> to the fence and, holding firmly to the makeshift reins, the First Lady
> used the rails as a mounting block.  Sitting carefully atop the animal,
she
> kicked her heels firmly into its sides and with a jolt the pair went at an
> ungainly canter down the mountain path.
>
>      *****
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> Oops, I sent it to Claire directly first. Sorry for making you read this
> twice, Claire.

Could ever there be too much for that benign drug, FDK?  Thanks
for a wonderful dose, Hazel!

> Claire, this was a very interesting story, and has left me *verrrry*
> interested in reading the "real" "Might Have Been," whenever you get a
> chance to get it out. ;)

One For Alt will be coming out as the confusing bits like the ones
you bring up are ironed out, so on to your points...

> S
> P
> O
> I
> L
> E
> R
>
> S
> P
> A
> C
> E
>
> I adored the imagery of your "subreality cafe" at the beginning of the
> story. I know some people might not like the blatant reminder (many
authors
> do tend to think of LnC as real people, which is why we tend to get upset
> when a fanfic writer makes them act out of character), but this was fun.
> How much time did you spend on those few paragraphs describing the band
and
> their musical instruments? Those sentences *sing*!

Since the band is based on our local FoLCs, the lines had to
harmonize as well as we do. <g>  Please don't regard the intro as
saying that L&C are not "real people."  In this case, my local FoLCs
are as real as Lois and Clark, or visa versa.  Most important of all,
the love between this Lois and Clark is very real,  even though they
do fanfic for their living.  <G>

> I was a bit confused as to why Lois, in the time wrinkle, was so
aggressive
> towards Clark. Did she have some memory of their future relationship? What
> happened to the translator that Lois managed to keep after the time
> wrinkle? Why didn't she have it in the "real" version?

Here's the kind of question that sends me back to the drawing
board, and thank you so much for both of them.

First answer: Aggressive Lois:
My premise for this Lois began when the Series showed that
each time our Lois met Alt. Clark, she got physical. <g>
First time (Tempus, Anyone?), she actually kisses him,
second time (Lois and Clarks), a great big hug.

Add to the premise that we have an Alt. Clark who is much less self-
confident than our Clark.  Even his posture is unassuming.
Perhaps Alt. Lois would be much more assertive and sure about
the relationship than Lois is in the series.

This version of my Alt. Lois has an aunt and uncle who have
provided more support and self-confidence (Aunt Lucy and Uncle
Clint), just as our Clark had his wonderful parents.  Her initial plan is
just to stand this defeated looking guy upright by getting him the job.
When she kisses him to help him get it, then her hormones take
over. ~\\\'splash!'///`~

Second Answer:
The Lois who is like the series Lois, (very talented, very hard
working, but not very in touch with her inner feelings or confident
enough to easily recognize where her heart is) has a very different
type of story.  She does not get the translator because of
subsequent events.  Before anyone starts throwing tomatoes, yes,
it's written and it will be posted in the right order.  Watch for "One
For Alt: Lois Theme Reprise."

> These are little things. The story was fun. I laughed at Clark's panicked
> thought that Lois launched herself on every strange man she met after he
> swallowed the bomb, but I couldn't help wondering what his breath was like
> after swallowing plastic explosive. :D

Oh, great point!  I may have to alter the story to include it, if you
don't mind.  Maybe something like:

Except Lois.  When he walked into the shuttle and swallowed the
bomb, she kissed him.  For horrible moment, he thought she kissed
every man she met, but she whispered his name with a tiny,
intimate laugh."

'New line: "Only a good friend would tell you that your bomb breath
is terrible, Clark."

"Then, Lois introduced him to the world.  In one
glorious moment, "Strange-man" became Superman.

New Line: Superman carried a breath freshener.

Clark couldn't stop grinning.  Furious, Lana broke their engagement
and exposed him to the world.

The world, on the whole, seemed pleased.

Feeling that the planet had become estrogen soaked, Lois
proposed.

> I look forward to more writing from your talented keyboard. ;)

Wow!  As FDK goes, this is the 100% stuff!  Thank you so very
much, Hazel!

klair El or claire

hess2@mindspring.com
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New Fanfic (ongoing) "A Day in the Life of Metropolis" (PG-13)
All characters are property of DC Comics, WB, Lois and Clark etc.. unless
otherwise noted.
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Feedback is welcomed whether public or private.  But no grammar please!
=3D)=
 NO=20
ONE responded to my last post except for one person.. (thank you!)
Please=20
let me know if you loved it or hated it.. etc.. My cast and i would
really=20
appreciate it! <G>
Thanks.
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Summary:

This is the thirteenth installment of a rpg club I created on yahoo.  We
cam=
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up
with a story line, and we can correspond through email, dialogue, etc..
Anything goes.  If you want more information on this club or if you would
like to join in the fun yourself please go to:  <A=20
HREF=3D"http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/adayinthelifeofmetropolis">Yahoo!
Clubs=
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adayinthelifeofmetropolis</A>=20

Thanks.
Alexis ;-.)
{"ADITLOM, arbitrator}
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Cast List

Clark Kent : Alexis W. (that's me!)
Lois Lane :  Alexis W.
Cat Grant: Renda
Mayson Drake : Renda
Perry White: Renda
Sam Falcon : Sam F.
Bruce Wayne : Sam F.
Lex Luthor: Dave
Dick Grayson: Dave
Anya Starr: Tabitha
Ellen Lane: Tina T.
Dr. Sam Lane: Rachel
Jimmy Olsen: Abbi Marie

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* * * *
WEEK #15 (1/17 to 1/23)

Re: Confrontation

Dick sighed. "Fine... fine. Kryptonite. There's Kryptonite here,=20
somewhere... but I can't find it. I know you're going to be angry, but I=20
thought I should tell you this before you found out... I did take the=20
mantle, and Batman did appear here a little earlier. I'm sorry if you're=20
angry, but I couldn't do what I needed as Nightwing."

Dick turned to gaze out at the main ballroom to see Sam staring in their=20
direction. "I'm sorry, Bruce... I don't know why, but I don't like her.=20
I don't like her at all."

Dick straightened, his voice evening out. "I'll go out and change a bit=20
later, see what else I can find out as Nightwing with Barb. Meantime,=20
guess I should take some of your advice... what do you think of Anya?"=20
=20
"How did you learn about Kryptonite?=94
Bruce paused before he went on and his face darkened. "You did what?!! I=20
suspect you could have done exactly what you needed to as . . ." he said=20
as the tone of his voice started to raise. He looked where Dick was and=20
saw Sam looking at them. He lowered his tone. "If I'd known about that=20
trouble you had to take care of I would have taken care of it myself.=20
Maybe I=92m a bit distracted, I need to work on that.  You aren't the one=20
who has to like her. Just try to learn to live with her. I like Anya
 a lot, she seems nice, although I need to stay away from her in the
suit,"=20
he said with a smile.

"We should start looking for where the box might be . . ." Before he can=20
continue on, Sam and Anya walked over.
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There be Kryptonite here!!!

Catherine Grant's cell phone rang. She flipped it open: "Grant here!"
Diego: "Princess, it's me Diego! Mayson tells me that you have something=20
green!"

Cat: "Yes, it is green and glowing, and I=92m going to take it to Bruce=20
Wayne before the thugs try to get their hands on it." Cat told him.

Diego: " That=92s just what I was going to suggest that you do with it.=20
After all you have already be accosted by those henchmen tonight and I=20
am currently conducting survailence of the rest of this building. So far=20
no more Kryptonite."

Cat: "Okay, I=92m entering the ballroom now and I see Bruce Wayne."
Catherine walked up to Bruce Wayne and handed him the two lead lined=20
boxes. "Bruce, someone left a couple of calling cards that were meant=20
for Superman!" Cat looked at him and smiled wearily, she nodded to Dick=20
and the woman with them. =93Nice ball except for these party favors!"
Cat told Diego that she just gave Bruce the Kryptonite and was waiting=20
for further instructions.
>tbc<
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Re: Confrontation...Kryptonite!

"It would seem that our suspicisions were correct and that someone did=20
indeed get the Kryptonite from STAR LABS, and planned to use it against=20
Superman." Cat said into the phone to Diego, as Bruce and company=20
looked on. She listened to Diego, and replied. "That=92s true, Diego the=20
persons resonsible for this Kryptonite may still be here at the ball."=20

Catherine watched as Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson inspected the contents=20
of the lead lined boxes that she and Mayson had uncovered. Meanwhile,=20
Diego was calling STAR LABS to find out just how many boxes of=20
Kryptonite had been stolen.
>tbc<
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 * * * *
Lois and Lex

{special contributions from Nightwing and lois_lne}

"Lois...I'd like to talk to you."
"Okay Lex...go ahead."
"What are your feelings for Kent, I mean honestly speaking?"
"Um...why do you want to know?" she asked uncomfortably.
"Because I...well I care for you more than anything else in the world,"=20
Luthor stated. "And I'd like nothing more than to share that with=20
you..."
"But what does Clark have to do with this? I don't get it Lex."
Luthor reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a box. Lois stared in=20
disbelief as he dropped to one knee and opened the box. Inside the box=20
was a beautiful diamond ring.

"Lois Lane...will you marry me?"
"Oh God..." Lois muttered to herself as she tried to remain standing.=20
"Lex? I...um...I..." she studdered.
"Please..." Luthor pleaded. "I know this is sudden, but it's as if I've=20
never been more certain of anything before...more clear."

"I...um...Lex...I don't know you. How can I marry someone I don't know?"
"We'll grow to know each other...together. And you do know that my love=20
for you is undying. Is that not all that is important?"

"Lex, I know your intentions are good, but I'm not the marrying type. My=20
parents sorry attempt at a marriage, only proves that to me," Lois said=20
in a somber tone.

"I know, my dear...but always remember I'm here to help you...you're no=20
longer alone."

"Actually Lex, I've never been alone. I'm married to my career and=20
that's all that matters to me right now. I can rely on my career..."

"Lois, I would never ask you to give up that which makes you who you=20
are...the woman I love."

"Well, there's also Superman. I mean I can't forget him. I need to be=20
there for him. I love him..." her voice trailed off.

"Superman..." Luthor said with a very tense voice.
"I know it sounds crazy, but I feel this real connection to him that I=20
don't want to break."

"I see..." he said as he looked down at the floor. "I only ask that you=20
consider it. Think it over...I can wait an eternity."

"And Clark, my best friend, what would he say if I rushed into marriage?=20
He would think I was nuts! He already thinks I'm a bit off the wall, but=20
I don't want him to think I'm even more off the wall!"

Luthor ruefully smiled. "My dear...you're babbling. I only ask that you=20
just consider it....consider our lives together."

"Lex..." her voice started to break. "I don't need to think about it.=20
The answer is no. Especially since I don't know you. I'm sorry..."

"I see..." Luthor rose slowly. He looked at the crowd that once again=20
had gathered around Lois and the man that she was with. "What are you=20
staring at?!?"

"Really...I'm sorry, but I need to get to know you as the man you are.=20
Not some personna that you have while you're in public. I need to know=20
the real Lex first."

Frustration in his eyes, Luthor raised his hand, almost oblvious to=20
Lois' words. "Mrs. Cox..." He took Lois' hand and gently kissed it.=20
"I'll always be here...if you change your mind..." he said softly.

"Lex...are you going to be okay?" she quietly asked.

With Mrs. Cox at his side, he turned away from Lois and ignored her last=20
question as he walked out of the ballroom. "Superman..."

Lois watched Luthor walk away and decided it was time for her to go have=20
a drink...
>tbc<=20
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Re: At the Bar

Lois brushed past Clark and joined him at the bar.
"Bored already?" Clark asked sarcastically.
"No...Lex had to leave."
"Oh, don't tell me, Lex was bored with you?!?"
"No, Clark! It's not like that! Lex asked me to marry him!" she yelled.
Clark's mouth dropped in disbelief. For a moment the pair just sat there=20
in silence.

"You didn't..."
"No," Lois interrupted. "I told him no, so he left. It was just all too=20
sudden and I couldn't handle it."

"How did he look when he left? Did he take it pretty bad?"
"Clark...I really don't want to talk about it right now."
"Why Lois? I think we need to talk about it."
"Well I don't!" she snapped back.
"Jeez, sorry I even asked..."
Lois watched her partner brooding in his champagne. "I can't take this=20
anymore," she said as she got out of her chair and smashed it against=20
the bar. "I gotta get out of here," Lois muttered to herself.

"Fine, leave me!" Clark yelled. "See if I care! Bartender, another=20
Scotch and you'd better make it another double!"
>tbc<
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Anya

"Is everything allright?" Anya asked as she looked from Bruce to Dick.=20
She immediately turned to the sound of someone shouting. "I wonder=20
what's up with those two?" she mumbled to herself=20
>tbc<

* * * *
Perry sees the exchange,=20
Lane and Kent

Perry White downed another round, listening to the strained exchange=20
between two of his best reporters. *Lord, they can be so nasty to one=20
another!* Perry thought to himself. He watched as Lois stomped off.=20
 Then he heard Clark order another double or was it a triple Scotch?

Perry: "Ah, Clark I know how you feel. Women can send one signal and=20
reply with another." he  told Clark Kent trying to cheer him up.=20
"Would you like a shot of this fine Burbon?" Perry asked his friend and=20
reporter.
>tbc<

* * * *
Catherine makes her way to a veranda!

After the chat with Bruce and the others, Catherine made her way to=20
another veranda that they suspected had Kryptonite. Cat, searched under=20
the tables and the plants and was startled when she found a rather large
 C-12 with an acid eating pack and a timer that was set for just at an=20
hour and fifteen seconds.   "Oh God! What do I do? Diego called me=20
from the van phone and he isn't carrying a cell phone." Catherine=20
looked at the C-12 and the wires going to the timer. "Well, I could try=20
to neuter this thing!" Cat sat on the cold cement, looking at the timer=20
and wires. "It looks like a simple one wire to the timer and one wire is
 the ground!" Cat decided that she could disarm it.
>tbc<
* * * *
Lucy spots Jimmy

Lucy had been in the bathroom for a while now, touching up on everything,=20
trying to make herself look perfect... and stalling.
She was slightly frustrated with everthing going. As she looked in the=20
mirror, many things went through her head ***Jimmy reminds me a lot of=20
Lois... he seems to always be on the job!*** She understood that Jimmy=20
had to work, but all she wanted was a few dances with him. ***Is that too=20
much to ask? After all... he does look really, really, really good in=20
that tux...*** Lucy stopped herself before her mind wandered to other=20
places... After she put everthing back in her purse, she walked out of=20
the bathroom. She saw Lois storm away from Clark at the bar and realized=20
that she couldn't tag along with her sister.  Afterall, she did have=20
problems of her own. She then looked across the room and saw Jimmy with=20
camera in hand. She took a deep breath as she began to walk over to him.
>tbc<
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Re: Lucy spots Jimmy

Jimmy's eyes lit up as he raised his camera. "Let's have a few shots of=20
this babe coming at me, huh?" He snapped several pictures of his date.=20
"Hey, Luce, are you okay? I mean, for a woman at a ball, you don't look=20
too happy." Inspiration struck. Jimmy set his camera on the bar by Clark=20
and smiled at his date. "Wanna dance?"
>tbc<=20
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* * * *
Re: Anya

"Actually no, I think we ought to be leaving," Bruce replied as he=20
closed the lid. "We should head back to the car.  Are you coming,
Dick?"

Dick hesitated. "Ahh... If it's okay with you, Bruce, I think I'll stay=20
here with Anya. If you need me, you know where to find me."=20
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"That's fine."=20
 >tbc<

* * * *
Re: Back at Ellen=92s Place

Sam smiled. He waded through the sea of popcorn until he reached Ellen.=20
"Well, let's clean this up. I guess popcorn is out of the question=20
unless you still want to eat it."=20

Ellen smiled back. "No, that's perfectly all right. Not after you=20
stepped all over it."

"Sorry...I guess we should start at the door. Grab that pot and we'll=20
get this cleaned up in no time."=20
 >tbc<

* * * *

Re: Perry sees the exchange,
Lane and Kent

"Oh what the heck! It's not like alcohol can hurt me anyway..." Clark=20
stated.

He happily took the drink from Perry. As he was bringing the glass up=20
to his lips, a sharp pain traveled up his body.

"Ahhh..." he moaned as he dropped the glass and it shattered all over=20
the bar table.
>tbc<=20
=20

* * * *
Re: Catherine makes her way to a veranda

"Why didn't Diego bring an extra battery for his cell phone?" Catherine=20
Grant ask herself as she sat alone on the cold veranda staring at the=20
C-12, and praying that she would cut the correct wires.

Mayson Drake finished taking with Diego and Ramone. Ramone came back=20
inside with Mayson. Mayson couldn't help but wonder why Diego stayed=20
outside.

Mayson: "Ramone what=92s going on?"
Ramone: "Mayson, I=92m not at liberty to tell you just yet. But trust me,=20
Diego is one of the best at handling situations!" Ramone told her as
he smiled.  Mayson felt more confused than ever. She looked around to=20
see Perry and Clark at the bar and Clark looked like he wasn't feeling well.
 "Looks like Clark has had one too many!" Mayson thought to herself.
Ramone looked around and asked..."Where did you say Catherine is?"
Mayson: "Well she was on a private veranda, but I see that she has given=20
those boxes to Mr. Wayne, so I don't know where she is at this=20
moment." Mayson told Ramone, looking worried as she did.

Alone on the veranda, Catherine Grant went over all the different=20
configurations she'd seen in her life for bombs and how they worked.=20
Still, it isn't easy when you have that much fire power at your finger=20
tips and one wrong snip and it's all over...
>tbc<
 =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D

Re: Catherine makes her to a veranda

"I=92m sorry you have to leave Mr. Wayne. It was a pleasure to meet you."=20
said Anya pleasently as she could. He made her a bit uncomfortable and=20
she had regretted asking him that question. She turned suddenly as she=20
heard the glass shatter at the bar and she saw Clark bent over. Already=20
people were crowding around him. "Excuse me," she mumbled throwing Dick=20
a look that read 'I'll be right back' and rushed over to see what was
going on. She pushed her way through the onlookers wishing she wasn't=20
quite so short. "Easy Mr. Kent," said Anya who noticed immediately that
Clark didn't drop the glass from being drunk, it was because he was in
pain.=
=20
"Mr. Kent I think you should lay down immediately." Tthis was more of an=20
order then a request. "And try not to breath on me," she said as she=20
caught a scent of the his breath. "Why aren't you taking pictures like I=20
am paying you to do?" her boss growled in her ear. She turned and faced=20
him. "Why don't you jump off a building or something and go see if=20
Batman will save you? Then you can slander his name like you always do=20
in your papers!" retorted Anya who had read more then one of his columns=20
on the Dark Knight. "I'll be watching you Miss Starr and don't think=20
I'll think twice about firing you," he growled and stormed off.=20
 >tbc<

* * * *
Re: Back at Ellen=92s Place

By the time they cleaned up the popcorn the clothes were dry.
"Well the clothes are done, but we can still watch Casablanca if you=20
want," Ellen said smiling.  She looked at her watch. It was only 11pm so=20
to her it was still early=20
=20
"Sure, that's fine with me. I don't have to work tomorrow."
They sat down on the couch and started the movie.=20
>tbc<

* * * *
Re: Perry sees the exchange,
Lane and Kent

Perry patted Clark on the shoulder. "Clark, I think you've had enough to=20
drink, do you want me to help you to the lounge?" Perry asked his friend=20
and reporter. Clark looked, ill, green actually. Perry's brow creased=20
with concern. "Clark, son are you okay? Great Shades of Elvis, I think=20
this boy is sick!" Perry said and looked at the bartender.
>tbc<
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
Re: Catherine makes her way to a veranda

Dick watched as Anya left, and turned back to Bruce. "Should I let you=20
know if I find something?"  Suddenly, Dick could hear the commotion=20
from behind, and looked in the direction of the bar. He could see two=20
figures hunched over, one tending to the other.  Dick's heart sunk for=20
a moment. "Anya...", he whispered, concerned.  Then, as he got a better
look=
,=20
he glimpsed at the man she was tending to. "Clark..."
Dick ran over to them, pushing his way through the hourdes of people=20
which had again gathered to see the latest spectacle of the ball.
As he got closer, he could see Anya exchanging angry words with her boss=20
as he stormed off. Dick turned to the man's direction, and patted him on=20
the shoulder, trying to gain his attention.   "Look, sir, I'm sure Miss
Star=
r=20
was just trying to help... which you can do also by calling an
ambulance."=20
 >tbc<
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
Re: Catherine makes her way to a veranda

Sam turned to Bruce. "What's wrong with him?"
"I think I know . . .I need to get these out of here, now. Will you be=20
all right?"

"Hm, hm. I'll go down in a few minutes..." she said. *Yeah, after=20
everything settles down.*=20

"Alfred will be waiting." Bruce headed to the stairs and started down
them=20
almost two at a time.

Sam turned back to the commotion and slowly made her way over. Before=20
she could get there, Gerty's photographer walked up to her.
"Miss, you friends with Bruce Wayne?"
"What does it look like?"
"Looks like you two are real cozy."
"Thank god all photographers aren't as sleezy as you."
"What=92s that supposed to mean?"
"You think you'd actually be doing your job. I guess Bruce was right to=20
avoid you and your boss."
"Does that mean you don't want to hear about this video we have?"
"What video?"
"Some guy has Miss Lane being carried into Wayne Manor by Mr. Kent."
"How in the hell did you get that?"
"Sorry, can't reveal our sources."
"So what am I supposed to do now?"
"You can try and bribe me."
"Sorry, you're not worth the effort..."
>tbc<
=20

* * * *
Re: Perry sees the exchange,
Lane and Kent

"I'm fine..." Clark mumbled. "Really, I don't need any help."
Clark knew the classic signs of what he was experiencing. He scanned his=20
x-ray vision around the room when he came upon Bruce Wayne closing a box=20
of Kryptonite. "Oh my God!" he whispered to himself.

"What was that son?" Perry asked.
"Uh...nothing Chief. I just need to sit down over there."
Clark tried getting up out of his seat but he stumbled back. "Lois I=20
need...Lois..." he whispered.

"I'll get her," Anya mumbled. She saw her boss ignore Dick who looked at=20
a bit teed off. "Ignore him, I told you he was a grumpy old bear.=20
Besides I shouldn't have told him off like that but I suppose he's=20
getting used to it by now," she said with a mischevious smile. "Come we=20
have to find Lois," said Anya as she grabbed his hand. She suddenly saw=20
Lois  and ran over to her with Dick. "Lois Lane, Clark needs=20
your help real quick," she said.=20
=20
Lois looked at Anya puzzled. "Excuse me? But do I know you?"
Anya shook her head but repeated that Clark needed her help.=20

"Clark can deal with things on his own. I'm through with him tonight!=20
Besides, he probably just had too much to drink and now he has to pay=20
the price!" Lois said as she turned around in a dramatic fashion and=20
headed towards the veranda.

Meanwhile Clark had been listening to Lois' exchange with his=20
super-hearing.  *Damn! If I had only worn the suit tonight...* he thought=20
to himself.   *That way I could of changed into Superman and Lois could=20
of taken me out of here. She always knows how to deal with this.
Especially=20
when crowds are involved.*
>tbc<
=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D
Re: Catherine makes her way to a veranda

"Not worth the effort!"
"Hm, hm."
"You know there=92s footage of you and Mr. Wayne going upstairs=20
together."

Sam's right eyebrow arched upwards. "So."
"I haven't seen it, but I hear you're real cozy."
"So."
"Don't you care?"
"If I did I wouldn't tell you and just to make it perfectly clear, I=20
don't care what you have.=94

"You're a lousey lier."
"Considering, you're absolutely wrong . . .is there a point to all of=20
this?"

"No, just wanted to see your reaction."
"How long have you been working for Miss Gerty?"
"Two months."
"That would explain it," she whispered.
"What?"
"I didn't say anything."
"Gerty asked me to go make a copy of it."
"Oh," she said, trying to keep from laughing.
"I was on my way down when I saw you."
"And you just had to stop and talk to me. What a privilage.=94
"Well I=92d better go," he said as he stuck his hand in one of the
pockets=20
in his bag and wrapped his fingers around something in there.
Sam lookeddown at the floor and noticed one of the tiles sticking up a=20
little. She took a step forward and tripped on it slightly. She fell
into the photographer. He pulled his hand out of the pocket, bringing
the video with it. He put his hand up and the tape popped out of it. Sam=20
pushed away and the tape started to fall. It hit the floor and the case=20
broke open. Sam stepped forward, planting her heel right in the middle of=20
the film.

"Oh, I'm so sorry . . .If you'll excuse me, I have to go see if Mr. Kent=20
is all right." she said as she walked away.
 >tbc<

* * * *

Re: Back at Ellen=92s Place

Ellen remembered why she loved this movie so much, it was a  great=20
one to cuddle to.  She also remembered crying on Sam's shoulder when=20
they saw this on their first date. She was getting weepy again because=20
she always cried towards the end of the movie. She felt uncomfortable=20
because she wanted to get closer and allow Sam to comfort her like he=20
always did, but with the way she treated him tonight, she didn't know if
he=20
felt the same way.  Sam saw that she was getting weepy and he also noticed
that she was very reserved about coming cloeser to him on the couch so he
didn't wait for her to make the first move, becuase he knew she wouldn't.=20
He moved over and put his arms around her. Ellen buried her head in his=20
chest and just broke down and started crying. Sam just let her cry, he
wasn'=
t=20
in a hurry to go anywhere and she needed him right now.
>tbc<

* * * *
Perry concerned about Clark!

Mayson, Diego and Ramone entered the ball to see a concerned Perry White=20
sitting at the bar and looking at a rather green Clark Kent. Mayson=20
approached Perry and tapped him on the shoulder. "What=92s wrong with=20
Clark?"

Perry: "Well, Sam hill if I know. He looks like he's a little drunk, but=20
I can't be sure." Perry told the perky blonde and tried to smile and=20
hide his concern.=20

Mayson: "Well Perry he=92s a big boy and can take care of himself I=92m=20
sure." she tried to reassure Perry White.

Diego: "Mr. White, I think maybe Clark just needs some air." Diego said=20
and smiled at the kindly Editor of the Planet.

Perry sat nursing his burbon and thought to himself. *I have a bad=20
feeling about Clark's condition, kinda like the time that my ole fishin=20
buddy looked green and died in the hospital three days later from a=20
bacterial infection. Judas Priest! That can't happen to Clark Kent!*=20
Perry gulped down the last of his Kentucky burbon and looked at the=20
bartender. "Barkeep! Hit me with another one of these Southern=20
Comforts!" Turning around to Mayson and the two Spanish gentlemen he=20
said. "Ya'll don't worry about me. Heck! I was handling crisis before=20
you three were born." And with a smile he turned to pick-up his drink.
"Hey!" Perry shouted to Mayson as she walked away with Ramone. "Could=20
someone tell me where in the Sam hill is Catherine Grant?" Perry sat=20
wondering where his glamor gal reporter had gone off too. *With Cat you=20
have to keep an eye on her or sure as shootin she'll get into some kind=20
of trouble, just like Lois!* Perry thought as he sat there at the bar.
>tbc<=20
=20

* * * *
Re: Lucy spots Jimmy

Anya watched Lois walk off and shrugged. It was worth a shot anyway.=20
"Next time I look like I=92m going to get involved with them, stop me,"=20
said Anya to Dick with a playful grin

Dick laughed " S'okay... you did the right thing." His expression turned=20
serious. "What can we do to help Clark?"=20
=20
Anya pondered for a second, "I have no idea what to do. All I know
 is that he definately doesn't have a hangover," she remarked.
 >tbc<

* * * *
Look for Week #16 coming to a PC near you!

Enjoy!

Alexis ;-.)
{"ADITLOM" arbitrator}
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Me, too!  That sounds cool!

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In a message dated 1/23/00 11:24:26 AM Eastern Standard Time,
zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

<< Wendy's quiz, and the mention of Nan's excellent story, reminded me of
another fic that also rewrote ATAI, only with a different twist. The part I
remember the most clearly is Clark calling the police to report the Kents'
kidnapping, and his collaboration with the *real* owner of Mazik's jewelry
store.

Does anyone remember this one? Author, title? I'd appreciate any help!
>>

No, but it sounds fascinating.  I hope someone remembers it.  I want to read
it.

Ann

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Thank you. April.  It amazes me just how much you do to keep us all informed
and I for one do appreciate you.

Brenda
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>First, my apologies for any of you on all these lists for the repeated
>information but I wanted to be sure to get this to as many fans as
possible -
>especially those that don't read the message boards ;)
>
>In the *Daily* editions of both The Hollywood Reporter and Daily Variety
for
>Friday, January 21, 2000 - there is a 2 page thank you in the Hollywood
>Reporter and a full page in Daily Variety regarding the outstanding ratings
>that Ripley's received for its debut.     Both have pictures of Dean that
>take up the entire ad =)
>
>The articles regarding the ratings were posted on all the message boards
that
>I am aware of if you are interested in reading them =)
>
>The *daily* editions of THR and DV are mainly available in LA and NY and
>possibly a few of the other major cities but I am not sure.    Most,
however,
>do carry the *Weekly* issue and it is highly possible that this Ad will run
>this next week but won't actually know until Tuesday when the new weekly
>issues come out.
>
>A friend of mine has picked up a copy for me and when I get it I will have
it
>scanned for the boards if it hasn't been done by the time I receive it so
>that everyone will be able to see the ad - especially if it doesn't run in
>the weekly issues as well.
>
>Those can usually be found at most newsstands, Borders and Barnes & Noble
>bookstores as well as many others, I assume.
>
>Hope this helps!
>
>April
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>I shall pass through this world but once.
>Any good therefore that I can do or any
>kindness I can show to any human being,
>let me do it now...for I shall not pass
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>
> - Etienne de Grellet
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this is really good.

I hope Rad-Nor gets what he deserves.

Nethra
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I love this story!  It's just as good as book 1!  I can't wait to see
Rad-Nor get his!

Tara

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I didn't see anyone answer the question about the name for the covering that
arab/muslim women wear.

it's been bugging me, at first I thought it was a burnoose, but the
dictionary says that that is just a cloak or shawl that arabs/muslims wear.
the one that women specifically wear is called a chador.

Hope it helps

dana
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I didn't vote either - I think earlier sounds better, since
the later we go the closer we are to thinking about *2001*
nKerths! I'd have gone for June personally, but since July
is leading the field I'll vote for then.

Wendy

On Fri, 21 Jan 2000 16:50:14 -0500 Rich & Dawn
<rfield@ROANOKE.INFI.NET> wrote:

> Hi FoLCs!
>
> Thanks to everyone who voted for their choice of month to
> hold the awards. We had a tie!  July and September both
> received the same number of votes, with August close
> behind. So, we are extending voting through Monday January
> 31st.  If you haven't already voted, send your vote
> to nkerth@yahoo.com  If you' d like to change your vote,
> let us know the month you originally voted for and your
> revised choice.
>
> Thanks!
> Dawn, Irene, & Crew

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The answers to the ep rewrite/tag-on quiz are:

Extract 1: The Dance of the Seven Veils - Erin Klingler
Extract 2:  So... That's What You've Been Hiding  -  Chris Carr
Extract 3:  The Way It Should Have Been  -  Nan Smith
Extract 4:  Shaken Not Stirred  -  Irene Dutchak
Extract 5:  The Mirror Crack'd  -  Hazel
Extract 6:  From the Stars  -  Carolyn Schnall
Extract 7:  Forever Obsessed  -  Judith Tylke

Results:

Congratulations to Irene, Ren and Diyan who all got the
full seven correct!
Jessi: well done for getting 3 out of 7 - sorry, #4 wasn't
Pam's Blind Leading the Blind!

Yes, I think these may all be eligible for this year's
Kerths, depending on the eligibility rules. And, as someone
pointed out, there are other ep rewrites not included in
this quiz which are also eligible - Nan's Partners, Zoom's
Ultra Matum, Pam's Blind... and I suppose my own Dear
Lois... Love, Superman. So please don't take this quiz, or
any other Kerth-category based quizzes, as exhaustive in
their coverage of eligible stories.

I've been sent the list of Kerth categories with a request
that I use them to do more quizzes, so expect another one
later today.

Wendy
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Wendy wrote:
> I've been sent the list of Kerth categories with a request
> that I use them to do more quizzes, so expect another one
> later today.

Isn't she wonderful?  <g>  Not only does she write wonderful, rivoting
stories, but she takes requests and work orders with a smile.  ;)  Thanks
for doing these great quizzes, Wendy!  Not only are they a lot of fun, but
they'll help us refresh our memories, or, as in my case, make me realize
just how far behind on my reading I am.  <sg>  If anyone else wants to
include a quiz or two of their own, feel free!  It would help everyone
refresh their memories.  ;)

As for all you other FoLCs out there thinking of Kerths and wondering just
how far behind you are on your reading of Kerth-eligible stories <g>, watch
for the list of Kerth categories and category descriptions to be posted to
the fanfic list and also my Kerths website in just a couple of days.  We'll
also be posting an extensive listing of fanfics eligible for this year's
Fanfic Kerth Awards to the Kerths section of my website later this week.
Endless thanks to Kathy, for her amazingly organized spread sheets listing
all the uploaded archive fanfics for 1999!  ;)  Anytime you want, Kathy, you
can come organize my house and my life.  <vbg>

And just to let everyone know so you can get prepared <g>, NOMINATIONS START
NEXT WEEK, TUESDAY FEBRUARY 1ST!!!  So catch up on that reading this week
and weekend!!

More to come, so stay tuned!

Erin  :)
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As promised, here is the next Kerth-category quiz. Hazel
has now joined me as joint quiz-setter, and will be
presenting the third quiz.

DISCLAIMER:  Although all of the stories which will be
used in these quizzes are (to the best of our
knowledge) eligible for the Kerts 2000, they do not, of
course, represent an exhaustive list of the eligible
stories in each category, nor does the selection or
omission of any story imply that the quiz-setters take any
view at all on their suitability for nomination!

Here goes, and don't forget the spoiler space!

Wendy

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EXTRACT 1:

"Lois ..." Clark whispered.  "What about ... Clark ...?"
He wanted to back away and extricate himself from her
grasp, but he was afraid the cape, which was pinned now
between their bodies, would fall.

Lois raised her head and gaped up at him as she realized
that he didn't know she had guessed his secret.  He still
didn't get it!  Did he think she would be hugging another
man like this?  Impulsive words born of chagrin sprang to
her lips.  "Cl...aaaarrrrk?" she drawled, dragging his name
out into two syllables. "Clark ... is ... a ... liar."

Clark wanted to groan.  Lois still thought he had
deliberately concealed Lana's visit from her -- and it was
driving her straight into another man's arms!   "A ...
liar," he repeated.  "What do you mean?"  Maybe if she
confided in him as Superman, he'd be able to persuade her
of Clark's devotion.

"I think that a husband and wife should be completely
honest with each other, don't you, Superman?" asked Lois,
ignoring his question.  Her hands abandoned their
exploration of his back and began playing seductively with
his hair.

"Lois ..." Clark's voice trailed off uncertainly.

"Clark keeps secrets from me.  You wouldn't keep secrets
from your wife, would you, Superman?  You wouldn't lie to
her, wouldn't hide part of yourself from her, run away with
weak excuses and never tell her the truth about yourself --
"

"Lo-is," said Clark in a very different tone of voice.  He
placed his arms around her, hugging her tightly.  Relief
made him weak and he swayed a little, burying his face in
her hair.  "How long have you known?" he asked.

"Since you rescued me from that gunman yesterday," she
replied.

Clark pulled away so he could see her face.  "Are you mad?"

EXTRACT 2:

"Lois, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into,"
he said glumly.

"Oh, I know we haven't talked out all the details.  But I
figured once we got the disguise down, we could talk about
the rest."

Shaking his head, he entered her bedroom to change into the
clothes Lois had given him.  Several minutes later, he
reappeared.  The jeans were slightly too large on him, but
the shirt seemed to fit decently.  The Superman stance and
his slicked-back hair were the only features left to
identify him as Metropolis' hero.

"Wow.  That makes a heck of a difference."  Lois said.  She
couldn't take her eyes off him.  He looked good.  There was
something about him, though. She couldn't seem to put her
finger on it.

"All right, now let's try a few things."  She picked up a
few more items out of a bag.  "Here, try on this mustache.
It should match your hair color.  And these glasses too.
Of course, you'll also have to disguise your voice.  I
don't know how, maybe an accent of some sort.  Hmm, and the
hair.  We've got to do something about your hair.  We just
can't keep it slicked back like that.  And I didn't like
any of the wigs.  They just didn't look natural.  Try
running your fingers through it to give it a more natural
look."

Clark was having a hard time keeping up with her.  This
woman was on a mission and no super power was going to hold
her back.  Holding the mustache in one hand and placing the
glasses on his nose, he realized it wouldn't be too long
before she realized his true identity.  As he ruffled his
hair a little, Lois bade him to turn around, so she could
get a good look at him.  The shock he saw in her eyes told
him everything.  The gig was up.

"I warned you, Lois.  I came here to tell you that the
secret identity wouldn't work.  A secret identity to a
secret identity just isn't going to work.  I tried to tell
you, but you were so bent on getting me to try on these
crazy costumes that I couldn't get a word in edge-wise."
Although the look on his face was serious, his love for her
shown through.

"Clark?"  Lois was still in a state of disbelief.

"Yes, Lois, it's me."  Clark said.  "Can we have that talk
now; the one about the details of this relationship?"

EXTRACT 3:

She fell silent then, and he raised his head to check her
expression. It had gone distant, and a little sad. "Lois?"

She flashed a smile up at him, but it faded quickly. "Oh,
I'm fine. I mean, I will be fine. I was just thinking ...
you know, about Superman. I will miss him."

He swallowed painfully. "So will I, Lois, so will I." He'd
had a long time to think about it, these past few days. And
it was time that he shared that with her--he'd intended to
do so earlier than this, in fact. "And that reminds me. I
have something important to tell you."

Lois looked enquiringly at her partner, best friend, and
now, lover. "What does 'something important' mean? Please
don't tell me you've got a wife and two kids back in
Kansas." She tilted her head back so that she could see
him, but her hand found his and held tight.

He smiled crookedly, in that grin that she loved, and shook
his head. "Mom would kill me. No. But I have been keeping a
secret ... and I don't quite know how to tell you." He
paused, his expression damping down to neutral. "I should
have told you a while ago, I guess, but it never seemed
like the right time. I was planning to tell you when I came
over, but--" He gestured towards where they lay tangled
under the sheets, "I got distracted. It's kind of a moot
point now, but you should still know. It's part of me, a
very secret part..." he ran out of steam, staring at the
rumpled sheets.

"Clark, you're rambling," she told him. She could
sympathize with his verbal wanderings, though; she was
having trouble thinking of much beyond the fact that she
was in love with--and in bed with--the most wonderful guy
she knew.

He sighed. "I know." He fiddled with the sheets again.
"Well, you'll think I'm crazy, but here goes. I
am--was--Superman."

That shocked her out of her dreamy state. "What?" She sat
up on the bed, drawing the sheets around her bare legs.

He glanced her way briefly, before resuming his study of
the sheets. "Remember how I used to run off all the time?
That was to go slip into the tights and help people. I know
that sounds ridiculous." He laughed shortly, and she winced
at the bitterness and pain she heard in his voice. "I wish
I could prove it to you, by flying, or ... or setting
something on fire with my heat vision--"

"Please don't set anything on fire," she interjected
automatically, but he went on as if he hadn't heard her.

EXTRACT 4:

She felt a slow warmth suffuse her with the drift of her
thoughts. It was followed by a low sigh from her partner as
he shifted slightly, turning his head to bury himself
deeper against her, nuzzling lazily at the curve of her
throat. It was a sound of lazy satisfaction and it made her
want to purr aloud her own contentment.

He was so careful of her, she thought, feeling that warmth
gather, deep within her. So kind. He was ... she felt that
broad, slightly goofy smile start to spread across her face
again and hurriedly quashed it ... *incredible*. He was ...
he was ...

A flicker of confusion pricked at her blissfully meandering
thoughts as a sudden, new reality intruded upon them. She
frowned.

He ... was ...

Oh ... my ... God ... !

Her eyes snapped wide, frozen in an almost comical
expression of shock and dawning horror as she scrambled
upwards, kicking out frantically to jerk herself free of
the arms holding her, almost dislodging herself over the
edge of the bed in her panic to get loose. She felt him
slip from where he rested, warm and soothing against her,
and, despite the frantic mantra rushing through her mind
...

Nonononononononononononononononnonononononono ... ... oh
God, *NO*!!

... she still felt a small, cold sense of loss as he left
her.

She heard a soft grunt of surprise and then her scrabbling
fingers found the lamp on the cabinet beside her and the
room flooded with light.

Lois stared in shock at the man kneeling dazedly beside
her, his eyes blinking bemused into the light as he
scrubbed a hand through his hair.

The stranger beside her.

Well no, not a stranger. He was all too darned familiar.
But he might as well have been. Because he certainly wasn't
the man she'd thought he was.

And he wasn't the man she'd made love to.

EXTRACT 5:

Clark blushed. "You looked like you could use a friend."

"A best friend," she said softly, but noticed the silence
that accompanied the 'moment' she was sharing with Clark,
and so changed the subject. "It's a shame I can't tell
anyone who made this costume.  I guess if anyone asks, I
can give Superman's answer," she smiled. "I'll just tell
them my mother made ... "

Lois simply stared. Her smile lingered as if the data --
the *truth* -- had not yet reached her face. It seemed to
serve no function other than to highlight the irony of the
realization. All at once Lois felt as if she had been
transported back to the Messenger space shuttle to the
instant little Amy Platt complimented Superman's costume.
Superman's response sounded as clear in Lois' mind as it
had over a year ago; "Thank you, my mother made it for me."

Why had Lois *never* followed up on that? His *mother*! The
very *day* Lois had met Superman he had mentioned his
mother, but for some inexplicable reason it was not until
this extremely awkward moment that Lois had even given it a
second thought. How many midwestern moms took "wind
resistance" into account when creating a Halloween costume?

The truth was now embarrassingly clear, and Lois felt the
flickering image of an old cartoon playing around the edges
of her humiliation. She was Lois Fudd, tricked off a cliff
by Bugs Kent! "Oh, my God," she whispered.

She quickly scanned the faces. Jonathan looked a bit wary.
Martha seemed to be expressing an apology, if only
facially, but Clark ... Clark seemed almost as if he were
in pain.

He stepped forward, stretching his hand towards her.
"Lois--"

"Don't!"  she snapped.

EXTRACT 6:

"Who are you, Kal-El?"

A strange choice of words, Clark thought, given that Lois
had previously given the impression that she assumed his
other identity was no more than a disguise. She surely
believed that Superman, Kal-El, was who he was.

He took a deep breath, watching her face for every fleeting
expression. She was still gazing at him with concern and
love. He hesitated, wanting to treasure that gaze for as
long as possible.

She touched his hand lightly. "Kal-El?" What was he going
to tell her? How could it be that bad?

The words came quietly. "Lois, my name is Clark Kent." She
stared, thinking that she couldn't possibly have heard him
properly.

"Cl...ark Kent...? But I have a friend... called...." She
trailed off, suddenly seeing the truth in his eyes.
"Clark...?" A ragged sob in her voice, she asked the
question of him.

"Yes, it's me, Lois. It was me all along," he confessed,
his voice and expression miserable.

EXTRACT 7:

"Tell me," she spoke conversationally, "what made you think
I'd talk to Superman when I just threw your alter ego off
my porch?"

Clark froze unsure that he had heard her correctly. She
laughed ironically at him, interpreting his stillness as
guilt. "Oh come on Clark, we are supposed to be best
friends aren't we? Don't you think disappearing on me for
what? Five hours? Not that you bothered to even try to give
me one of your really bad excuses before you went, is
enough reason to finally come clean?"

Clark turned slowly to face her, "Lois," he began
uncertainly, "I'm not sure I..." The look on her face
stopped him and he felt his insides twist, "I'm not sure I
know what to say."

"Why don't you start with were you were tonight? But do you
think you could change back into Clark first, somehow it's
easier to be mad at you when you're not wearing the suit."
Lois laid her head down on her arms and contemplated him
with one eye closed. "Course it would probably help if
there was only one of you. Hey, do you think there are two
of you because you lead two lives?" she asked with interest.

"I think there are two of me because you've had too much to
drink." He crossed to the table and set a cup of coffee in
front of her. "I'll go get you some aspirin, you're going
to have a hell of a hangover." He wasn't ready to address
the rest of what she'd said yet, especially in her current
state.

EXTRACT 8:

"Jimmy!!!" she shrieked as soon as she stepped out of the
elevator into the newsroom.  "Get me a list of every
Superman sighting we had today. In fact, get me every
Superman sighting since he came to Metropolis!"

"Whew!" said Jimmy.  "I can get you the stuff from today,
and you know we charted all his activities up until that
big heat wave, but getting the stuff since then ... that's
a tall order!  What's up?"

"Never mind, just give me what you can," said Lois, hunting
feverishly through her purse for a marker.  A profusion of
images began tumbling though her mind.  (Superman appearing
in Metropolis soon after Clark arrived ... Clark getting
the first exclusive interview with Superman ... )

Could this really mean what she was beginning to think it
meant, or did Clark just have some kind of arrangement with
Superman? (... Clark bursting open the door to the
warehouse ... Clark's strong arm firmly around her waist
when the explosion "carried" them from danger ...)

Lois began wading feverishly through all her own Superman
sightings, trying to cross-reference them to the occasions
when her partner had run out on her. She already knew,
without checking further, that she had never seen Superman
and Clark together at the same time, but she also knew that
she had seen them both within minutes of each other, maybe
even seconds.  Was it possible that he could change clothes
that quickly?

With a sick, certain feeling, Lois knew ... if he's
Superman ... it's possible.

But is it beyond doubt?  (... Clark smelling like smoke and
fish after Superman rescued the burning boat off the coast
of Maine ... Martha saying "good work in Chile" after
Superman made a dramatic rescue in that country ... the dog
acting so suspicious of Clark, just like dogs act toward
Superman ... Martha telling Clark to "drop by" on
Wednesday, and Clark is "busy" on Wednesday ...) No!  Clark
can't be Superman, he just can't be!!

Lois continued working on her self-appointed task,
desperately trying to find evidence that would disprove her
theory.  She stayed in the office until her escalating
feelings threatened to overcome her, then carried a mound
of information home with her, continuing to pore over the
documents and clippings long after she knew she had
established beyond any doubt in her own mind that Superman
and Clark were one and the same.

EXTRACT 9:

She drew a long breath again, trying to blink back tears.
"I really don't want to hurt you, Superman, but this is the
way it has to be."

"No, Lois," he insisted. "There's something I *have* to
tell you, now. Please, won't you turn around and look at
me?"

Slowly, Lois turned to face him. But what she saw was...
Clark, in the clothes he had been wearing when he'd left
her apartment. Only he wasn't wearing his glasses, and his
hair was slicked back.

"Lois - do you understand now?" he asked her, in Superman's
voice.

"I - Clark - Superman..." Lois tried to form the words, but
couldn't.

"Lois, I am Clark. I always have been. Superman's a
disguise. I did it so I could have a normal life... help
where I can, but not be constantly in the public eye, have
some... privacy..." He shrugged helplessly, hoping she
would understand.

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Erin wrote:

> And just to let everyone know so you can get prepared <g>, NOMINATIONS
START
> NEXT WEEK, TUESDAY FEBRUARY 1ST!!!  So catch up on that reading this week
> and weekend!!
>
Next week?!? Arrgggghhhhh!

LabRat (breaks out into a cold sweat at the thought of her massive 'to read'
folder, clearing space on her calendar, ordering more Prozac for Max, and
locking herself in the office with a stack of chocolate and Pepsi for a
readathon......don't you just love this time of year? <G>)
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LabRat wrote:

> Next week?!? Arrgggghhhhh!
>
> LabRat (breaks out into a cold sweat at the thought of her
> massive 'to read'
> folder, clearing space on her calendar, ordering more Prozac for Max, and
> locking herself in the office with a stack of chocolate and Pepsi for a
> readathon......don't you just love this time of year? <G>)

/me throws in a snowy day, a roaring fireplace, and several cups of steaming
hot chocolate...oh, and don't forget those Clark bars!  <vbg> (Oh, and you
can give some of those marshmallows for your hot chocolate to Max to keep
him busy ;)

Erin  :)
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S
P
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S
P
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C
E
Okay, I'm not even going to doublecheck these on the
archive, but am going to rely solely on my memory.

1. Lois Finds Out by Mobile Richard
2. No Ordinary Man by Julie?
3. Fate Worse Than Death - by Pam Jernigan
4.Sugar and Spice by Doc. Klein's Labrat
5. UltraMatum by Zoomway
6. A Conscious Choice by Wendy Richards (hah! Thought
you could fool me, Wendy, didn't you?)
7 Champagne Truths by Judith Tylke
8 and 9 - I know I know them but can't come up with
title. I loved both these stories.

Irene

--- Wendy Richards <w.m.richards@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK>
wrote:
> As promised, here is the next Kerth-category quiz.
> Hazel
> has now joined me as joint quiz-setter, and will be
> presenting the third quiz.
>
> DISCLAIMER:  Although all of the stories which will
> be
> used in these quizzes are (to the best of our
> knowledge) eligible for the Kerts 2000, they do not,
> of
> course, represent an exhaustive list of the eligible
> stories in each category, nor does the selection or
> omission of any story imply that the quiz-setters
> take any
> view at all on their suitability for nomination!
>
> Here goes, and don't forget the spoiler space!
>
> Wendy
>
> -----------------------------------------------
> EXTRACT 1:
>
> "Lois ..." Clark whispered.  "What about ... Clark
> ...?"
> He wanted to back away and extricate himself from
> her
> grasp, but he was afraid the cape, which was pinned
> now
> between their bodies, would fall.
>
> Lois raised her head and gaped up at him as she
> realized
> that he didn't know she had guessed his secret.  He
> still
> didn't get it!  Did he think she would be hugging
> another
> man like this?  Impulsive words born of chagrin
> sprang to
> her lips.  "Cl...aaaarrrrk?" she drawled, dragging
> his name
> out into two syllables. "Clark ... is ... a ...
> liar."
>
> Clark wanted to groan.  Lois still thought he had
> deliberately concealed Lana's visit from her -- and
> it was
> driving her straight into another man's arms!   "A
> ...
> liar," he repeated.  "What do you mean?"  Maybe if
> she
> confided in him as Superman, he'd be able to
> persuade her
> of Clark's devotion.
>
> "I think that a husband and wife should be
> completely
> honest with each other, don't you, Superman?" asked
> Lois,
> ignoring his question.  Her hands abandoned their
> exploration of his back and began playing
> seductively with
> his hair.
>
> "Lois ..." Clark's voice trailed off uncertainly.
>
> "Clark keeps secrets from me.  You wouldn't keep
> secrets
> from your wife, would you, Superman?  You wouldn't
> lie to
> her, wouldn't hide part of yourself from her, run
> away with
> weak excuses and never tell her the truth about
> yourself --
> "
>
> "Lo-is," said Clark in a very different tone of
> voice.  He
> placed his arms around her, hugging her tightly.
> Relief
> made him weak and he swayed a little, burying his
> face in
> her hair.  "How long have you known?" he asked.
>
> "Since you rescued me from that gunman yesterday,"
> she
> replied.
>
> Clark pulled away so he could see her face.  "Are
> you mad?"
>
>
>
> EXTRACT 2:
>
> "Lois, you have no idea what you're getting yourself
> into,"
> he said glumly.
>
> "Oh, I know we haven't talked out all the details.
> But I
> figured once we got the disguise down, we could talk
> about
> the rest."
>
> Shaking his head, he entered her bedroom to change
> into the
> clothes Lois had given him.  Several minutes later,
> he
> reappeared.  The jeans were slightly too large on
> him, but
> the shirt seemed to fit decently.  The Superman
> stance and
> his slicked-back hair were the only features left to
> identify him as Metropolis' hero.
>
> "Wow.  That makes a heck of a difference."  Lois
> said.  She
> couldn't take her eyes off him.  He looked good.
> There was
> something about him, though. She couldn't seem to
> put her
> finger on it.
>
> "All right, now let's try a few things."  She picked
> up a
> few more items out of a bag.  "Here, try on this
> mustache.
> It should match your hair color.  And these glasses
> too.
> Of course, you'll also have to disguise your voice.
> I
> don't know how, maybe an accent of some sort.  Hmm,
> and the
> hair.  We've got to do something about your hair.
> We just
> can't keep it slicked back like that.  And I didn't
> like
> any of the wigs.  They just didn't look natural.
> Try
> running your fingers through it to give it a more
> natural
> look."
>
> Clark was having a hard time keeping up with her.
> This
> woman was on a mission and no super power was going
> to hold
> her back.  Holding the mustache in one hand and
> placing the
> glasses on his nose, he realized it wouldn't be too
> long
> before she realized his true identity.  As he
> ruffled his
> hair a little, Lois bade him to turn around, so she
> could
> get a good look at him.  The shock he saw in her
> eyes told
> him everything.  The gig was up.
>
> "I warned you, Lois.  I came here to tell you that
> the
> secret identity wouldn't work.  A secret identity to
> a
> secret identity just isn't going to work.  I tried
> to tell
> you, but you were so bent on getting me to try on
> these
> crazy costumes that I couldn't get a word in
> edge-wise."
> Although the look on his face was serious, his love
> for her
> shown through.
>
> "Clark?"  Lois was still in a state of disbelief.
>
> "Yes, Lois, it's me."  Clark said.  "Can we have
> that talk
> now; the one about the details of this
> relationship?"
>
>
>
> EXTRACT 3:
>
> She fell silent then, and he raised his head to
> check her
> expression. It had gone distant, and a little sad.
> "Lois?"
>
> She flashed a smile up at him, but it faded quickly.
> "Oh,
> I'm fine. I mean, I will be fine. I was just
> thinking ...
> you know, about Superman. I will miss him."
>
> He swallowed painfully. "So will I, Lois, so will
> I." He'd
> had a long time to think about it, these past few
> days. And
> it was time that he shared that with her--he'd
> intended
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On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 08:42:50 -0700 Erin Klingler
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> Isn't she wonderful?  <g>  Not only does she write
> wonderful, rivoting stories, but she takes requests and
> work orders with a smile.  ;)

Your wish is my command, Erin. ;)

Besides, this sure helps me with *my* revision! By the time
nominations open, I'll have mine all ready. <g>

Wendy

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In a message dated 01/24/2000 11:05:04 AM Eastern Standard Time,
erink@IDA.NET writes:

<< /me throws in a snowy day, a roaring fireplace, and several cups of
steaming
 hot chocolate...oh, and don't forget those Clark bars!  <vbg> (Oh, and you
 can give some of those marshmallows for your hot chocolate to Max to keep
 him busy ;)

 Erin  :) >>

Oh sounds nice ... The ending of The Darkest Hour would just perfect that.
<VBG>

Anne ;) (/me cracks that whip ;)
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From:         "Terry S. Horowit" <horowit@UMIACS.UMD.EDU>
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Yea! I love revelation stories, and actually recognized them all!!
Here goes:

**
**  S
**  P
**  O
**  I
**  L
**  E
**  R
**
**  S
**  P
**  A
**  C
**  E
**

>EXTRACT 1:
"Lois Finds Out" by Mobile Richard

>EXTRACT 2:
"No Ordinary Man", Julie Gibson
>
>EXTRACT 3:
"Fate Worse than Death" by Pam Jernigan
>
>EXTRACT 4:
"Sugar and Spice" by Dr. Klein's Labrat
>
>EXTRACT 5:
"Ultra Matum" by Zoomway
>
>EXTRACT 6:
"Conscious Choice" by Wendy Richards(!)
>
>EXTRACT 7:
"Champagne Truths" by Judith Tylke
>
>EXTRACT 8:
"To Wake From a Dream", Mobile Richardv
>
>EXTRACT 9:
"It Happened One (Super) Night, Wendy Richards (again!)
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S

P

O

I

L

E

R

S

P

A

C

E

Yes!  A quiz I know most of the answers to!

1. Mobile Richards' "Lois Finds Out"
2. "No Ordinary Man"???? (forgot who wrote it, sorry!)
3. Pam's "Fate Worse Than Death"
4. LabRat's "Sugar & Spice"
5. Zoom's "Ultra Matum"
6. Wendy's "A Conscious Choice"
7. "Champagne Truths" (grr, forgot who wrote this one too)
8. Argh!  Someone shoot me!  Did you write this too, Wendy?
9. Wendy's "It Happened One Super Night"

Felix
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On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 11:13:44 EST Annette Ciotola
<AMCiotola@AOL.COM> wrote:

> Oh sounds nice ... The ending of The Darkest Hour would
> just perfect that. <VBG>

Wouldn't it just, Erin? Huh??

Wendy
(the slave-driver)
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Wendy Richards
w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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> On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 11:13:44 EST Annette Ciotola
> <AMCiotola@AOL.COM> wrote:
>
> > Oh sounds nice ... The ending of The Darkest Hour would
> > just perfect that. <VBG>

> Wouldn't it just, Erin? Huh??
>
>
> Wendy
> (the slave-driver)

LOL!!!  Okay, okay!  You don't have to hit me over the head with a hammer!
<vbg>  I have 'Darkest Hour' open in front of me right now, and now that I'm
finally almost caught up with Kerth preparations and other related stuff,
I'll see if I can get you all the rest of it.  Now, if only somebody out
there would offer to babysit so I can finish without interruptions... <g>

Erin  :)
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In a message dated 1/24/00 11:58:49 AM Eastern Standard Time, erink@IDA.NET
writes:

<< Now, if only somebody out
 there would offer to babysit so I can finish without interruptions... <g>

 Erin  :) >>

Well if I left now, I could be there, say .... Friday? ;)

Anne <g>
(who would not recommend me becuase I survived a niece and a nephew without
ever touching a diaper <G>)
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From:         Carolyn Schnall <cschnall@MED.CORNELL.EDU>
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Hi FoLCs:

I'm not sure which happily surprised me more, being included or being
identified!

Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)

Carolyn

>Yay, a new quiz. Lots of fun.
>
>
>Okay, here goes.
>
>#1 Dance of the Seven Veils by Erin Klingler.
>
>#2 So... That's What You've Been Hiding by Chris Carr
>
>#3 ?  I know I know it but I can't remember who wrote
>it and I'll probably end up smacking myself with a wet
>noodle when I find out whose this is but ...
>
>#4 Shaken, Not Stirred by um, me. (g)
>
>#5 The Mirror Crack'd by Hazel
>
>#6 From the Stars by Carolyn Schnall
>
>#7 Forever Obsessed by Judith Tylke
>
>So, Wendy, how'd I do? (g)
>
>Irene
>
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>Not fair! These are all ones I know I've read recently and my mind is a
total
>blank. :P
>
>--Laurie (though I do remember Carolyn's as I edited it for the archive)

Thanks again, Laurie, for doing such a great job.  Working on a sequel....

Carolyn:)
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Hi Dia:)

Thanks for finding me on the Archive (didn't mean to hide from you!) and
for your kind words.  It is lovely to be in such great company:)

Thanks,
Carolyn
cschnall@.med.cornell.edu

>Well, I took a look at this quiz this afternoon, and three of them I had
>authors and titles right off the bat.  Three I knew where to find pretty
>quick, but one took a little research.
>
>s
>p
>o
>i
>l
>e
>r
>
>s
>p
>a
>c
>e
>
>1. Erin Klingler "Dance of Seven Veils"
>2. Chris Carr "So, that's what you've been hiding"
>3. Nan Smith "The way things should have been" - one of my favorites
>4. Irene Dutchak "Shaken, Not Stirred"
>5. Hazel "The Mirror Crack'd"
>6. Carolyn Schnall "From the Stars" - This is the one that took some time,
>because I thought I'd read it here on the list, but it's actually only on
>the Archive :)
>7. Judith Tylke "Forever Obsessed"
>
>Gosh, all of these are eligible for this year's Kerths?  How in the world
>are we going to choose?  Are all the categories this good?
>
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Hey LabRat:)

>Carolyn wrote:
>
>> I howled when I spotted the reference to a certain lab rat <g> >
>
>~~~Okay, I'll go out on a limb and assume you're talking about me here,
>Carolyn (LabRat breaks out in a cold sweat at the thought that Carolyn
might
>not have been talking about her at all and whether she's being completely
>presumptious here....). Anyway, not me I'm afraid if you were. <G> Whiskey
>was written long before I even discovered FoLCdom. ~~~
>

Right limb!  But apparently I presumed wrongly!  OOOOOOOOOps:)

>> I am guessing that at the very end, LL has figured out that CK is not
>wearing a certain undergarment but I have to say, not being Scottish, that
I
>always thought that being nude under kilts was a myth!
>>
>~~~Grief no! Read Diana Gabaldon's Cross Stitch. <G> They had to have some
>way of entertaining themselves on cold winter's nights you know. Well, the
>ladies anyway. And don't think it's a co-incidence that most Highland reels
>involve twirling around at high speed either. ;) I'm pretty sure the fairer
>sex invented those at the time.~~~
>

Thanks for the reference, I am much enlightened and will be moreso:)

>> Now I have to decide whether to go on to Ep 10 or read the Ep 9 nfic
>version......
>>
>~~~Know which I'd vote for. This is one of the first nfic I read and still
>one of my favourites. I was particularly enarmoured because St. Andrews is
>one of my favourite places on earth and one which I still have very fond
>memories of spending childhood holidays in. It was wonderful to see Lois
and
>Clark visiting all my favourite haunts, like St. Rule's tower. In fact, so
>much an impression did Whiskey make on my psyche, that recently when I
>overheard a newcaster proclaim during a report that women were banned from
>playing on the Royal and Ancient's golf courses, I found myself immediately
>thinking absently, "Well, that's not true because Clark bought time on one
>for Lois and........oh." Exit one blushing LabRat. <G>~~~
>
>LabRat :)

I am happy to report that I found the nfic version in my many copious piles
of L&C paper and will commence reading it this evening:)

Carolyn
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And speaking of reading Season 5... some of you have probably noticed
that the original Season 5 site is no more :(  but don't worry, a
replacement page is in the works and should be up and running soon :)

Carolyn, let me know when you're ready for Ep 10; I'd be happy to give
you a sneak peek :)
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Hi Pam:)

>And speaking of reading Season 5... some of you have probably noticed
>that the original Season 5 site is no more :(  but don't worry, a
>replacement page is in the works and should be up and running soon :)
>

Actually, I was going to mention that I had trouble finding the site last
week but I see you anticipated my message:)

>Carolyn, let me know when you're ready for Ep 10; I'd be happy to give
>you a sneak peek :)
>--

I appreciate the offer:)  I actually started reading Ep 10 on Saturday only
to find that I needed the text version which I got from the Archive this
morning.  Thanks:)

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>into idiots, too."
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The only other thing I was going to mention is that I have been reading and
reviewing only one of the Seasons 5 that were written.  I think I had
identified as many as five Seasons 5 out there at some point and that some
of the stories are similar.  I also understand that there was only one
Season 6 and that it is a continuation of the Season 5 that I have been
reading/reviewing.  Any suggestions as to how to handle to the other
Seasons 5 in terms of reading order?

Thanks,
Carolyn
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> The only other thing I was going to mention is that I have been reading
and
> reviewing only one of the Seasons 5 that were written.  I think I had
> identified as many as five Seasons 5 out there at some point and that some
> of the stories are similar.  I also understand that there was only one
> Season 6 and that it is a continuation of the Season 5 that I have been
> reading/reviewing.  Any suggestions as to how to handle to the other
> Seasons 5 in terms of reading order?

There were a number of 5th seasons started, I'm not sure how many of
them actually got finished.  The two biggies, in my mind at least, were
Season 5, and TUFS (The Unaired Fifth Season, from the Krypton Club) --
I really don't think any of the stories were similar (apart from basics,
like continuing the Family Hour, and doing an Alt-Clark story), so you
should read both of them.  You might want to read all of S5/S6 first, to
keep them straight in your head, but that depends entirely on your
reading style.  When they were both first being written I think a lot of
us read them concurrently with minimal problems.

If you want to just hit the high points of TUFS, you *have* to read the
eps by Sheila Harper (Mxysplit) and Jeff Brogden (Then Came You) and
Genevieve ("Yet Each Man Kills" and the season finale "Full Circle: A
New Day")
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Hi Pam:

>> The only other thing I was going to mention is that I have been reading
and
>> reviewing only one of the Seasons 5 that were written.  I think I had
>> identified as many as five Seasons 5 out there at some point and that
some
>> of the stories are similar.  I also understand that there was only one
>> Season 6 and that it is a continuation of the Season 5 that I have been
>> reading/reviewing.  Any suggestions as to how to handle to the other
>> Seasons 5 in terms of reading order?
>
>There were a number of 5th seasons started, I'm not sure how many of
>them actually got finished.  The two biggies, in my mind at least, were
>Season 5, and TUFS (The Unaired Fifth Season, from the Krypton Club) --
>I really don't think any of the stories were similar (apart from basics,
>like continuing the Family Hour, and doing an Alt-Clark story), so you
>should read both of them.  You might want to read all of S5/S6 first, to
>keep them straight in your head, but that depends entirely on your
>reading style.  When they were both first being written I think a lot of
>us read them concurrently with minimal problems.
>
>If you want to just hit the high points of TUFS, you *have* to read the
>eps by Sheila Harper (Mxysplit) and Jeff Brogden (Then Came You) and
>Genevieve ("Yet Each Man Kills" and the season finale "Full Circle: A
>New Day")
>--

Thanks for the logical suggestion and for the high points list!!

And then there is the Unintentional S5...... sigh!

So much reading, so little time:)

>-------------------------------------------------------
>Pam Jernigan            |  jernigan@bellsouth.net
>ChiefPam on IRC         |  ChPam on AOL IM
>-------------------------------------------------------
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>telepathic damping field to turn the people nearby
>into idiots, too."
>--An exasperated Miles contemplates his cousin in
>_The Warrior's Apprentice_, by Lois McMaster Bujold
>-------------------------------------------------------
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Thanks,
Carolyn
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Priorities
by Nan Smith
(deimos1@earthlink.net)

This story is set in the same continuity as the Dagger series,
Doppelganger and Blind Man's Bluff.  I've skipped ahead to a couple of
weeks before the newest Kent is due.  Thanks to the Message Board
readers including Pam, Wendy and Marnie for suggestions that helped the
story along (even when they didn't know they were making suggestions!)
I'm not going to summarize it, because I'm no good at that without
giving too much away, however, I'd rate it at PG or maybe PG-13 for some
violence.  I'll leave that to the experts to decide.

Nan

The characters and recognizable settings in this story are the property
of DC Comics, Warner Bros, December 3rd Productions, etc. and I have no
claim on them at all.  The story is copyrighted to me.

Clark Kent glanced up from his desk at the sound of a long-suffering
sigh.  Lois was leaning back in her seat, both fists digging into her
lower back, the expression on her face a combination of discomfort,
fatigue and annoyance.

At nearly nine months of pregnancy, Lois had been sleeping badly for the
last few weeks, a fact which contributed to her fatigue and to her short
temper.  Clark rose, moved quietly up behind her and rested his hands on
her shoulders.

"Back hurting again, honey?"

"Make that ‘still'," she said, but the smile she gave him over her
shoulder belied the grumpy tone of her voice.

"We'll be off in another couple of hours," he said.  "How about a back
rub then?  Think it might help?"

"That would be heaven," she admitted.  "It's a date--"

The sound of the explosion that reached his ears wasn't confined to him
alone.  The whole newsroom shook, and Jimmy rushed to the window, trying
to spot the source.

Clark leaned close to Lois's ear.  "Cover for me."  With a quick glance
around to be certain all attention was focussed on the scene beyond the
window, he made a hasty exit into the stairwell.

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

Lois watched him disappear, then struggled to her feet to her feet to
hurry--or waddle, a part of her mind grumbled--toward the window.

"I can't see a thing," Ralph was saying.  "Just a lot of smoke.  Hey!
Where'd Kent go?"

Ralph was getting too alert for their own good, Lois reflected, grimly.
He had been after Perry to partner him with Clark for the last several
weeks, ever since it had become apparent that Lois's mobility was
becoming significantly impaired by her advancing pregnancy.  Clark had
spoken to Perry on the subject and their editor had, rather
surprisingly, denied Ralph's request.  Ralph had been watching Clark's
comings and goings like a hawk ever since, often attempting to trail
along in an effort to figure out his secret to the big scoops.

"Turn on the monitors!"  Perry's voice rose above the hubbub.

Jimmy rushed to obey.  Ralph turned persistently to Lois.  "Where'd he
go?  He was by your desk a minute ago."

Lois raised her eyebrows.  "That's why he wins awards, Ralph.  He's on
his way to the explosion, of course."

"Look at that!" Jimmy said.

A newscopter was apparently already on the scene, for the pictures
rather obviously were coming from an aerial source.  The scene showed
the Metropolis Trade Tower with an enormous hole now gaping in one side,
flames licking around the opening and a cloud of smoke pouring from it.
A streak of red and blue whisked past as they watched, and into the
smoke and flames.  Almost at once, both began to diminish.

"Superman's there," Jimmy said.  He was grabbing his camera as he spoke,
and a moment later the door to the stairs swung shut behind him.

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

"Building Security received a threat about ten minutes before the bomb
actually went off," Clark told Lois, later.  "A few passersby got some
cuts and bruises from flying debris, but, thank God, no one was
seriously hurt.  Superman helped evacuate some of the people trapped on
the upper floors, and the emergency services did the rest."

"But what was the motive?" Lois wanted to know.  "Why blow up the Trade
Tower?"

"The Lunch Gourmet is across the street and halfway down the block,"
Clark said.

"Let me guess.  The place was robbed."

"Bingo," Clark said.  "After the excitement was over, the manager
discovered the lunch receipts had been cleaned out."

"That's an awful lot of effort to go to, to commit a petty robbery."

"I know.  It does seem a bit over the top," Clark agreed.  "Still, we've
run into crazier schemes."

"True, but usually there was an ulterior purpose," Lois said.

"How do we know there isn't?"

"I suppose."  Lois reached for the phone.  "I'm going to ask Bobby
Bigmouth about it.  Maybe he can find out something."

By the end of the day, Bobby still hadn't called back.  Lois and Clark
gathered their things and hurried to the second floor where the new day
care center for the children of Planet employees was located.  Four
children, including CJ, were currently enrolled there, and Lois found
that she greatly preferred the arrangement.  She or Clark, sometimes
both, were able to feed CJ at lunch, play with him, and make occasional
visits during the day.  Their little boy was growing fast, and neither
of them was willing to miss important landmarks of his life.

Clark received him from Celia, the newest day care employee.  Lois
didn't miss the subtle once over the woman gave Clark, but had to
forgive her.  Celia was a grandmother with an obvious appreciation for
the finer things in life, and in Lois's opinion that included her
husband.  CJ grinned at his father and whooped as Clark swung him into
the air.  At about ten months, CJ was walking around furniture, grasping
for any and all support with his chubby hands.  Lois guessed that any
day, now, their baby would release his hold and walk; he was right on
the verge of it.

Trish, one of the other women in the center, approached with CJ's
stuffed dinosaur.  "You don't want to forget this.  He never lets it go
when you're not here.  I guess it's a sort of security blanket, huh?"

Lois accepted the toy.  "He sleeps with it.  Thanks, Trish."

"You're welcome.  He's a real charmer, this one."

"Just like his dad," Lois said.  "CJ, tell Trish bye-bye."

Obediently, CJ waved one hand, then planted a wet smack on Clark's
cheek.  He had recently learned to give kisses and, although sloppy,
neither parent objected to them.

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

In the elevator, however, Lois looked at the dinosaur and fretted.
"Clark, do you think CJ's insecure?"

"What?"  Clark prevented the baby from removing his glasses.  "Uh uh,
pal, leave those right where they are.  I need ‘em.  What do you mean
‘insecure'?"

"Well, Trish says he uses his dinosaur like a security blanket.  Do you
suppose it's because he's insecure?"

"I doubt it, honey.  He's a happy little boy.  Don't lots of kids have
security blankets and favorite toys?"

"I don't know.  None of the books I've read agree about it."

Clark shifted his son to one arm and slipped the other around his wife,
enjoying the feel of her rounded belly against his hand.  "If you're
really worried, why don't you talk to my mom?  She can probably help
better than I can, but personally I don't see anything to be concerned
about.  CJ seems pretty secure to me."

The elevator doors opened and they exited.  Two women waiting for the
elevator stood back to let them past.  One of them said, "Hi, Lois!
Haven't you had that baby, yet?"

"Not yet, Brenda.  My due date isn't for two weeks."  Only Clark heard
the faint edge to her voice.

"Honestly," Lois said, a few minutes later as Clark was opening the door
of the Jeep for her, "couldn't she *see* that I hadn't had the baby
yet?"  She maneuvered herself into the seat with some difficulty and
dropped her shoulder bag onto the floor.  "You know, I'm going to be
awfully glad when I can actually see my feet again.  I bet you will be,
too."  She pulled the safety belt across her lap.  "I'll bet you're
tired of a clumsy, fat wife who can't even bend over."

Clark was busy settling CJ into his car seat next to the new, and as yet
empty one in the rear, but at that he winced.  Lois had become extremely
sensitive about her appearance this last month.  He understood, to some
extent.  She had watched her formerly svelte figure change slowly over
the past months; her center of balance had shifted, making her feel
ungainly and fat, and now in the last few weeks her joints had started
to slip.  From the childbirth classes they knew that it was normal; her
body was readying itself for the big event, but it didn't help Lois's
feeling that her body wasn't hers to control anymore, and the hormonal
changes were undoubtedly not helping.

He shut the rear door and slid into the driver's seat.  "Lois," he said,
"I'll be happy when the baby's born for a lot of reasons, including the
fact that you're very uncomfortable right now.  But not because of your
looks.  You're not fat; you're pregnant.  And, you're beautiful."

She looked slightly reassured.  "Even if I can't do all the things a
good wife should?"

"Huh?"  This was genuinely confusing.

"I mean, I can't cook, and I don't do all the things a wife's supposed
to do; what happens when CJ's second grade teacher wants cookies for the
class party, or they want me to help with his art project, or--"

"Honey, CJ isn't even a year old yet.  Why are you worrying about that?"

Lois sighed.  "I was talking to Sonya Bradshaw, yesterday."

"Who...oh, Mrs. Bradshaw, our neighbor?  What about her?"

"Well, you know her husband is a vice president at ZalTech, and she's a
commercial artist."

"Is she?"

"Yes.  And her youngest kid just started kindergarten this year.  She
volunteers for their field trips, and bakes for their parties; she does
art projects at home, and did you know she even embroidered that
gorgeous wall hanging in their living room?  And she makes all her kids'
clothes, and..."

"Lois," Clark said, "you're babbling again."

"But, I don't do any of those things!" Lois said.  "She's so organized
she has the time to do all this stuff, and all I can do is make Eggs a
la Katie Banks, and--"

Clark suppressed the smile that tried to form on his lips.  "Lois, I
promise if CJ's second grade teacher wants cookies for the class party,
I'll bake them.  I didn't marry you for your cooking skills; I married
you because you're you."  He started the engine, waited for a break in
the traffic and pulled out onto the street.  "So just quit putting down
the woman I love, okay?"

She looked down at her pregnant middle and then up at him.  "I guess you
think I'm being silly, huh?"

"Well, only a little."  He neatly avoided a pedestrian with an obvious
death wish and turned right at the intersection.  "Lois, I'm not
interested in Mrs. Bradshaw; I'm interested in you, whether or not you
can make art projects out of dryer lint or something.  That other stuff
isn't important.  I just wish I could make you see that."

She regarded him for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.  "You do, when
you're telling me these things," she said.  "It's just that when you're
not there and I see her looking so neat and professional, and being such
a perfect wife and mother...She doesn't even slouch, did you know that?
She worked her way through college as a model!"

"Lois, Mrs. Bradshaw has a major defect.  She's not Lois Lane.  Forget
about her, okay?"  He reached out and took her hand, eyes on the road.
"I don't care about her accomplishments.  I want to go home, make
dinner, play with my son, cuddle up with my wife in front of the TV and
relax.  Maybe if we're lucky, no one will want Superman tonight."  He
gave her his best smile.  "And if that works out, I'd like to
demonstrate how beautiful and sexy I think you are."

"Really?"

"Really."

She drew a deep breath.  "You're good for my ego, Clark."

"Superman doesn't lie.  I'm only saying it because it's true."

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

to be continued in Part 2
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Clark parked the Jeep in front of the brownstone and got out.  As he was
lifting CJ from his car seat, a sleek, black Mercedes pulled up to the
curb behind them.  A tall, slender woman with elegantly styled blond
hair emerged from the driver's door and smiled at them as the other
doors opened.  Three children, all blond and well-dressed, scrambled
out.  The boy, a child of perhaps eight, carried a violin case in one
hand and a folder of music sheets in the other.

"All right," their mother said, sweetly.  "Arnold, I want you to go
right to your room and practice.  Your music teacher said she could tell
you hadn't been giving it your best efforts since last week.  Margot and
Stacy, change those clothes immediately, then I want you to start your
piano practice right away, Stacy."

"Yes, Mother," the two little girls chorused.  The children sedately
ascended the stairs of the house next door to the brownstone, and
entered.  The woman opened the trunk of her car and removed a bag from
which protruded what appeared to Clark to be the end of a bolt of royal
blue cloth.

Lois said, "Hello, Sonya."

"Hi, Lois."  Sonya Bradshaw closed the trunk with one hand.  "Are you
just getting off work?  Hello, Clark."

"Hello," Clark said.  "Yes, we've just gotten away."  He swung CJ into
the crook of his left arm and turned to give his wife a hand up the
flight of stairs.  Lois had told him before that he was being
overprotective, but the thought of her slipping on those steps in her
condition was enough to give him chills.

"I imagine that awful explosion this afternoon kept you," Sonya said.
"Do they have any idea who might have done such a thing?"

"Not yet," Lois said.  "No one's claimed responsibility."

"It's really terrible," Sonya said.  "I'm sure the police will unravel
it, however."

"I'm sure," Lois said.  "I see you found the color you were looking
for."  She nodded at the material in the other woman's hands.

"Yes, isn't it perfect?"  Sonya held up the cloth.  "I've gotten so
tired of the dreadful color of that easy chair in Gary's den.  He loves
it, and won't let me get rid of it, so I decided to re-upholster it
instead.  At least this will improve its appearance, don't you think?"

"I'm sure it will.  What does your husband think?"

"I haven't mentioned it, yet.  I plan on surprising him.  Tomorrow's my
day off, and it should only take me a few hours to finish.  I completely
re-upholstered my living room set last year, you know.  It's amazingly
simple, once you know how."

Clark heard Lois mutter "I'll bet," under her breath, but Sonya
obviously didn't.  He intervened hastily.

"It was nice talking to you, Sonya, but CJ needs to be changed.  We'll
see you later."

"See what I mean, Clark?" Lois said, after the door closed behind them.
"She does all these wonderful things.  It makes me feel--"

"I wonder what her husband will think when he finds out she's
re-upholstered his favorite chair without asking him?" Clark said.
"It's probably his favorite because it's comfortable, after all."

Lois didn't answer, but she looked thoughtful as Clark set CJ down and
went to find a clean diaper.  She dropped onto the sofa and put her feet
up.

Clark tickled CJ's stomach as he finished changing him.  "There you go,
pal.  All done.  Now, I'm going to rub your mommy's back, then we'll see
about dinner for everybody.  How about stir-fry, honey?"

"That sounds good," Lois said.  "Just not hot and spicy this time.  It's
starting to give me heartburn."

"Don't worry," Clark assured her.  He glanced at the telephone answering
machine.  "Looks like we've got a message.  Why don't you see what it is
while I get into some jeans?"

He vanished up the stairs and was back as she pushed the rewind switch.
The machine clicked and whirred for a moment, then Bobby Bigmouth's
voice emerged from the speaker.

"Hi, Lois.  I wanted to let you know that I'm gonna be out of town for
awhile, for my health.  Thought maybe I'd visit my parents upstate.
About what you asked earlier, there isn't much to tell you.  I got a
name--Al Tamberg.  That's all.  And watch your back.  Bye."  The machine
clicked off.

"That's all?" Lois said.  "What sort of tip is that?  If he thinks I'm
going to pay him for that kind of--"

"It sounds to me like Bobby's scared," Clark said.

Lois fell silent.  "You're right, it does," she said after a moment.
"Especially that part about getting out of town for awhile.  Al
Tamberg?  Who's he?  I've never heard of him."

"I haven't either.  I guess we'll have to start asking around tomorrow.
Now, about that backrub..."

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

Lois was setting the table while Clark added vegetables to the stir-fry
and CJ played happily with a pan and wooden spoon in the middle of the
kitchen floor.  The stir-fry was beginning to smell very good, Lois
thought, and heard her stomach growl; not an unusual occurrence these
days.  The nearly full term baby was big enough now to compress her
stomach.  Her meals had become small and frequent, and the heartburn was
definitely more than a little annoying.  One of the first things she
intended to do after the new little Kent made his or her appearance was
to have a full-sized Chinese meal.  Clark had promised to get her one
from Shanghai, and she fully intended to hold him to it.

Clark raised his head with "that look" and started to turn toward her.

"What is it, Superman?" Lois asked.

"Train derailment outside of town.  I'd better get over there.  Just
stir this occasionally so it doesn't burn and take it off in four
minutes, okay?  I'll be back as soon as I can."

"All right."  She gave him a hasty peck on the cheek and stood back to
give him room.  A swish of wind, and he stood there in the Suit; then he
was gone.  Lois bent over the food and stirred it cautiously.

"Here's hoping Daddy gets back pretty quick," she told CJ.  "I don't
want to poison us.  Of course, Daddy regularly eats bombs and things, so
I guess I couldn't do that to him, but the first time you try something
I fix--besides baby food, that is, and that comes out of a jar--you'll
know why he does all the cooking."

CJ responded with an unintelligible babble, and Lois stirred the food
again.  "I wonder if this is done--has it been four minutes, yet?"

The doorbell rang.  Quickly, Lois gave the food another stir, then
hurried to the front door.  A small, flat package lay beneath the mail
slot and she bent to pick it up.

It was addressed to Lois Lane, but there was no return address, and the
printing was in magic marker.  That was odd.  Lois stared at it for
along moment.  Who would have sent her a package?
She turned it over in her hands, looking for any other identifying mark,
and as she did so, Bobby's warning came to mind:  "Watch your back."
What had he meant by that?

Well, it was probably harmless, but she would wait for Clark to come
back and let him x-ray it first.  It couldn't hurt.

She set the package on a shelf, well out of CJ's grasp, and started back
toward the kitchen.  As she did so the sound of some small, breakable
item striking the floor reached her ears.

The sound came from the den.  With a slight sinking feeling, she hurried
in that direction, and discovered that her suspicions were correct.  CJ
was sitting on the small throw rug, and beside him on the wood floor lay
the remains of the bud vase her mother had given her.  The doily that
had covered the small side table was also on the floor, where the little
boy had apparently dragged it.

Lois shook her head and sighed.  "You know, sweetheart, you're
definitely a superbaby.  You move almost as fast as your dad."  Quickly,
she removed CJ from the rug and checked him over for cuts.  Finding
none, she carried him back to the living room and set him in his
playpen, then went for the broom to sweep up the broken glass.

It was while she was getting awkwardly down on her knees to whisk the
glass into the dustpan that the smoke alarm went off.

"The stir-fry!"  Lois dropped the broom, hauled herself to her feet and
hurried into the kitchen.  The room was full of smoke and the food in
the pan was blazing.  Lois seized the skillet lid and dropped it
gingerly on top of the pan to put out the flames, turned off the burner,
then stared disconsolately at the ruins of their dinner, resisting the
urge to burst into tears.  Couldn't she do *anything* right?

A gust of air announced her husband's arrival, and Clark cleared the
room of smoke in a single breath.  "What happened?"

She explained the sequence of events, and he zeroed in at once on the
most important point.  "Where is this package?"

"On the shelf over there.  I didn't want it anywhere CJ could reach it.
I'll get it."

"It was smart of you not to open it," Clark said as she handed him the
small, square object.  "Let's see..."  He squinted at the package, and
Lois saw his expression become grim.  "I'm taking this to Henderson.
Keep the doors locked."

"What is it?"

"I'll tell you when I get back."  He kissed her quickly and was gone.

Lois walked slowly back into the den to clean up the broken glass.  This
evening was not going exactly as planned, that was certain.

As she was dumping the debris into the trash, the doorbell rang.

Lois walked to the door and carefully peered through the peephole.
Sonya Bradshaw stood there, her blond hair gleaming in the light of the
porch lamp.  Lois opened the door.

"Sonya?"

"Lois, you're an investigative reporter.  Something arrived through my
mail slot a little while ago, and I need to talk to someone who knows
about this kind of thing.  May I come in?"

Lois stood back.  "Come in."
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"This was delivered to the Kents?"  Henderson examined the package
Superman handed him.

"Yes.  Lois found it, but she called me rather than opening it."

Henderson shook his head.  "I'll never understand how she does it.  The
Kents aren't the only ones who got one of these in the last couple of
days, but theirs is the only unopened one."  He punched a button on his
intercom.  "Hannigan, get in here!"

"Other people have gotten them?"

Henderson nodded.  "The first one was delivered day before yesterday."

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

When Clark arrived at 348 Hyperion Ave. some twenty minutes later, the
first thing of which he became aware was the fact that Lois had a
visitor.  Sonya Bradshaw, their neighbor, was sitting on the sofa, a
package similar to the one he had just delivered to Inspector Henderson
lying open on the coffee table in front of her.  Lois was seated in the
smaller armchair with CJ in her lap.

"Clark, just after you left, Sonya brought over a package like the one
we got," Lois began, as he walked into the room.  "Tell him about it,
Sonya."

The woman held up the contents.  "It was addressed to Gary, but since he
wasn't home I opened it.  I don't understand this."

Clark walked forward and removed the piece of cardboard from her hands.
The word "BOOM", printed in black, magic marker stood out in sharp
contrast to the white cardboard.

"I met Superman on the way," he told Lois.  "He took our package on to
the police for us.  He told me that two other people received these in
the last couple of days.  One was the man who's office in the Trade
Tower was blown up today.  The other was a business manager for
ZalTech."  He turned to Sonya, holding the note carefully by one
corner.  "You should call the police right away, Sonya.  This is a
threat to your husband that needs to be taken seriously."

Sonya looked hesitant.  "Are you sure, Clark?  I mean, if there's real
danger, I suppose I probably should, but how will it look to have a
police car sitting in our driveway?  What will the neighbors think?"

"Does it matter?" Lois asked.  "Sonya, a man who received one of these
notes was very nearly killed today.  Next time it could be your
husband!"

Sonya hesitated.  "I guess so.  I suppose I should.   I guess I could
ask them to send an unmarked car."

Clark resisted the urge to shake his head.  "If you like I'll take it to
them for you.  Then, if they want to talk to you, they can call you or
Gary."

"Would you?"  Sonya looked relieved.  "I know it's silly, but I don't
really want to..."

"Sure."  Clark reached for the phone.  "Just let me give Henderson a
call."

A few minutes later, after Sonya had left, Lois went to the freezer,
intending to remove two TV dinners.  Clark's voice stopped her.

"I'll drop this thing off with Henderson, then fly over to Italy and
pick us up something, all right?  Why don't you just sit down, put your
feet up and relax?"

"Are you sure, Clark?"

He put his arms around her from behind.  "Of course I am.  Nothing is
too good for the mother of my baby.  Besides, things have been just a
little strange, tonight."

"Kent, has anyone ever told you that you're really good at
understatements?"

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

Some four hours later, Lois was getting awkwardly into bed.  She could
hear Clark brushing his teeth in the bathroom, and the sounds of CJ
snuffling softly as he slept in his room across the hall.  Slowly, she
arranged the pillows for maximum support and reached for the magazine on
her nightstand.

The water shut off in the bathroom and a moment later Clark slid into
the bed.  "Man, what an evening!  Are you okay, honey?"

"I guess so.  What do you suppose is going on, Clark?"

He didn't pretend to misunderstand her.  "I don't know.  If we can find
the ‘Al' Bobby mentioned, maybe we can find out.  What I'd like to know
is how that robbery fits into this."

"Maybe it doesn't.  Maybe somebody just saw an opportunity and took it."

"That's possible.  But what do we, Gary Bradshaw, a business executive
for Morris Chemicals, and another one from ZalTech have in common?  I
never heard of most of these people before."

"I don't know.  I guess we're in for some research tomorrow.  Or Jimmy
is."  She broke off as the phone rang.  "Who'd be calling at this hour?"

"Good question."  Clark reached for the phone.  "Hello?"  He listened
for a moment.  "Just a minute, Alice, slow down.  You say that you came
back to Perry's after a date and there was a package in his mailbox?"

Lois pushed herself up.  "Is that Alice White?"

He nodded.  "Have you opened it?"  Again he listened.  "Okay, listen, I
want you to call Inspector Henderson at Police Headquarters.  If he's
not in, leave him a message.  You were right to call.  Good.  No problem
at all.  ‘Bye."

"Perry got one, too?" Lois asked as he hung up.

Clark looked grim.  "Yes.  ‘Boom'.  Perry thought it was a prank and was
just going to throw it away, but Alice stuck it in her purse."

"Good for her.  Should we talk to Perry, do you think?"

"She's calling the police," Clark said, "but I think we should,
tomorrow.  Whatever's happening is serious, that's for sure..."

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

Lois pulled the silver Jeep into a parking space a short distance from
the Daily Planet.  Clark glanced out the window doubtfully.  A slow
drizzle was drifting down this morning from an overcast sky, and a light
but steady breeze spattered tiny drops against the windshield.  All in
all, the prospect was not particularly inviting.

"Are you sure you don't want to park in the underground lot this
morning, Lois?" he asked her.  "We're going to get a little wet."

She shook her head with determination.  "Not on your life.  The last
time we parked there, Mayor Burns tried to blow up the Jeep."

"Lois, Madeline Burns is in prison, upstate.  I don't think it's likely
that..."

"Forget it.  That place gives me the creeps.  You can dry us out with
your heat vision once we're in the elevator."  She opened her door.  At
once the car beeped, reminding her that she had forgotten to remove her
keys from the ignition.  Clark clapped his hands over his ears.

"Ow!"

"Oops."  Lois recovered her keys.  "Sorry."

Clark grimaced, removing his hands.  "We've got to get that thing
replaced."

"Why?  It sounds okay to me."

He shook his head.  "Trust me, it's not.  Something's happened to it.
It's developed the most annoying, subsonic grating noise I ever heard.
Like somebody scratching his fingernails on a chalkboard.  I first
noticed it day before yesterday.  It's got to go before it deafens me."

  "How will we explain it?" she objected.  "Nobody's going to hear it
but Superman."

Clark pulled CJ from his car seat and closed the rear door.  "Then we'll
tell them Superman said it sounded like something was wrong with it."

"I think I'll let you do it," Lois said.  "Come on, let's hurry!"

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

"So, you got one, too?"  Perry was frowning thoughtfully as Lois and
Clark finished their description of the events of the previous evening.

"Yeah.  So did our neighbor and two other business executives." Lois
said.  "One of them was the guy whose office in the Trade Tower blew up
yesterday."

"Huh!  Sounds like Metropolis's got some kind o' nutcase with a grudge.
Did Superman say if there'd been any demands or anything?"

Clark shook his head.  "Just the notes."

Perry grunted.  "Great shades of Elvis, what's the world comin' to?
Okay, thanks for the warning.  I'll watch my step.  Now, what have you
two got goin' this morning?"

"Well, we're still trying to get hold of yesterday's victim," Lois
said.  "His name is Raul Burma.  He works for ZalTech.  So far we
haven't had much luck, but we'll keep trying.  And Jimmy's trying to
locate this Al Tamberg for us.  If we could talk to him, he might be
able to help."

An hour later, Clark set down his phone with exaggerated care.  "Let's
see," he said to Lois.  "I've spoken to three different secretaries and
two public relations spokespersons, and have been sitting on hold for a
total of fifty-two minutes.  I was just switched back to the first guy
again.  Now, if I was the suspicious sort, I'd think I was being given
the runaround."

Lois put down her phone as well.  "I think," she said, "that their music
selection should be reported to the Department of Public Health.  It's
guaranteed to give you a raging headache.  I..."  She broke off as she
saw him lift his head in a familiar way.  "Go."

Clark rose and strode quickly toward the ramp.  Perry, coming across the
newsroom toward Lois's desk, didn't even glance around as he went past,
but Ralph jumped to his feet.

"Hey, Kent!  Wait up!"

Clark never slowed his stride.  Ralph half-sprinted after him.  "Kent,
wait!  Oops!"

"Judas Priest, Ralph!"  Perry jumped back to avoid the man as he
sprawled full length on the floor.  "Watch where you put your feet!"

Lois frowned at the sight of Ralph scrambling awkwardly upright.  Had
she really seen Perry stick out a foot as he went past?  Clark had
vanished during the confusion, she noted.  Nah, Perry wouldn't have done
that.  It must have been her imagination.

She turned as the monitors came on suddenly, to show the Lexor Hotel and
a muscular figure in red and blue as it zipped through the demolished
wall of the Twentieth Floor, where the Honeymoon Suite had once been.

Perry was standing beside her as she looked back.  He nodded at the
monitors.  "Think that's our boy again?"

"Could be," Lois said.  "It would be an awful coincidence to have two
bombers in the city at the same time."

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

"Building Security got a call about ten minutes before the explosion,
again," Clark was saying, two hours later.  "A few guests were hurt, but
nobody was killed."

"That's kind of strange," Lois said.  "If they first threaten somebody,
why would they warn them just before the explosion?  Whoever is doing
this probably isn't targeting the buildings, so why warn the victims?
It kind of negates the whole point.  If our bomber is just trying to
scare people, he's sure picked a complicated way to do it."

"I know what you mean.  The people in the Honeymoon Suite were John
Grandle, the guy who got the second note, and his new wife.  He and his
bride were on the first day of their honeymoon,  and they got out before
the bomb went off, fortunately.  Oh, and Flanagan's Irish Pizza Shoppe,
just down the block, was cleaned out at the same time."

"Weird," Lois said.  "None of it seems to make much sense.  I just can't
see someone going to that much effort to rob a pizza parlor."

"Me, either."

"Uh, guys?"  Jimmy hurried up to them, several sheets of computer
printout trailing from one hand.  "I think I've got your guy.  Al
Tamberg?  He works for Metropolis Total Landscape Designs.  They're a
firm that gets a lot of contracts from the City.  He's a gardener."

*********

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The grounds of the headquarters of the Metropolis Police Department were
hardly extensive, but the small area was very nicely landscaped, Lois
noticed for the first time.  The man carefully trimming the hedges that
lined the walls on both sides of the front steps looked more as if he
should have been an athlete.  He was tall and sandy-haired, with a
pleasant expression and brilliant, blue eyes that were, at the moment,
focussed firmly on his job.  His shoulders were broad and his arms
muscular.  The exertions of his work must be keeping him warm, she
thought, for, although the drizzle of this morning no longer fell, the
day was still grey and chilly.

He looked up finally and wiped sweat from his forehead.  "Can I help
you, or are you just watching?"  He gave Lois a smile that seemed
somehow familiar.  Surely she had met this man before, but she couldn't
place the occasion.

"Actually, we were hoping we could talk to you," Clark said.  "This is
Lois Lane and I'm Clark Kent.  We're reporters from the Daily Planet."

"You want to talk to me?"  The man looked slightly puzzled.  "Okay, if
you don't mind of I work while you talk.  I'm on a tight schedule."

"Not a problem," Clark said.  "We were given your name.  I'm sure you've
heard about the explosion at the Trade Tower yesterday, and the one at
the Lexor Hotel today."

Al Tamberg's expression turned wary.  "Yes," he admitted.  "Why?"

"Mr. Tamberg," Lois said, "We don't mean to imply anything, but we were
told you might have some idea about who might be behind it.  Do you?"

The man carefully trimmed the side of the hedge before he said anything,
then he glanced back at the two reporters.  "You believe in coming to
the point, don't you Ms. Lane?"

"You mean you do know something?" Lois asked.

"I'm not sure."  Tamberg lopped off an errant branch.  "Maybe.  Tell me,
Ms. Lane, do you recognize me?"

"You look familiar, but I can't place you.  I'm sorry."

"I suppose that's reasonable.  It's been seven years, and it wasn't
really me."  The man smiled slightly.  "I have a twin brother, Ms.
Lane.  Do you remember the name William Tamberg?"

"William...Ohmigod.  William Tamberg!"

Tamberg smiled ironically.  "I see you do.  He was released from prison
six months ago, you know.  His sentence was reduced because of exemplary
behavior."

"Who is William Tamberg?" Clark asked.

"William Tamberg was a chemist who worked for LexChem seven years ago,"
Lois said.  "He was fired and blew up the lab in revenge.  The coworker
whom he apparently blamed for his firing was accidentally killed in the
explosion.  I reported on it...it was actually my investigation that
caused suspicion to fall on him."

Tamberg was nodding.  "That was it.  William always had a problem with
authority figures.  He and Dad never got along.  They constantly
fought.  While he was in college, he hated most of his professors.  I
guess, when he was fired from his job at LexChem he sort of snapped.  I
knew there was going to be trouble; he'd made threats, but I never
thought he'd act on any of them the way he did.  You actually did him a
favor, Ms. Lane, and I'll always be grateful to you for it.  Because of
you he was caught before he did any more damage, and given the help he
needed."

"So, what happened?" Lois asked.

"He pleaded temporary insanity," Al said.  "You knew that, I'm sure.  He
swore to me that he hadn't intended to kill anyone, and I believe him.
He went in for intensive counseling while he was at the prison; he
wanted to learn better methods of controlling his anger.  His prison
record was close to perfect, and he was given time off for his good
behavior, so they released him late last September.  He's behaved
himself perfectly ever since, Ms. Lane."

"How about the bombings?" Lois asked.

Tamberg shook his head.  "I don't know.  William was doing so well.  I
can't believe he's behind these horrible things, but it's possible
there's someone copying his techniques, or perhaps someone using his
knowledge without him knowing about it.  I was speaking with him the
other day, and he mentioned he'd met some new friends who were helping
him to find a job, but he didn't say much about them, and I didn't ask.
I really don't believe William would backslide and try to hurt anyone."

Clark produced a card from his pocket.  "If you find out anything about
this, could you give us a call?  No one has been killed yet, but if your
brother is somehow involved we want to stop him before it gets to that
point."

Tamberg nodded and took the card.  "Of course, Mr. Kent.  I'm sorry I
couldn't be of any more assistance.  Let me give you his address,. Maybe
if you talk to him in person it will be more useful."

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

"Well, that was interesting," Clark said, as they climbed back into the
Jeep, leaving Al Tamberg to his pruning.

"Very."  Lois started the engine.  "I didn't go into everything that
actually happened in that case., Clark.  After Tamberg blew up the lab
where he worked, he also planted bombs in the offices of a senior
chemist, one of the company managers and a junior vice president as
well."

"Sounds like he was branching out," Clark said.

 "He'd appealed his case all the way up and was turned down.  He blamed
them all for the ruin of his career, I guess.  The bombs were found
before they went off."  She grinned.  "*I* found them, actually.
Anyway, I wrote the story, and it led the police to him.   He blamed
Perry and me for his arrest, but he wasn't very happy with Henderson,
either.  Henderson was the detective who arrested him.  I think we
better call Jimmy and see if he can track down who Burma, Grandle and
Gary Bradshaw used to work for.  Wouldn't it be an interesting
coincidence if they'd worked for LexChem?"

William Tamberg apparently rented an attic apartment in a private home,
they discovered upon tracking down his address.  He was at work, his
landlady informed them, and she refused to allow them to inspect his
room without a warrant.  They asked her to inform him of their visit,
and promised to return later.  While Lois was talking to the woman,
Clark took the opportunity to scan the man's place with his x-ray
vision, but found no sign of bomb-making materials.

"I thought Al said his brother was looking for a job," Lois remarked, as
they walked back to the Jeep.

"He did.  I suppose he could have been hired at something since the last
time they talked, though," Clark said.

"I suppose."  Lois rubbed her back with one hand.  "We don't *know*
William Tamberg is the one who planted those bombs.  Al did say he's
afraid somebody else might be copying him."

"It's possible, but Tamberg is our only lead right now.  If someone *is*
copying him, or using his expertise, they may have some contact with
him."  Clark opened the door for her.  "Is your back still bothering
you?"

"Some.  You can rub it for me, later.  Let's get back to the office and
see if Jimmy has anything more for us."

When they arrived in the newsroom a short time later Jimmy was waiting
for them.  He started speaking almost before they had reached the main
floor.  "You've really got something this time!  I looked up the
employment records of the three people you wanted, and guess what!"

"They were all employed by LexChem," Lois said.

Jimmy looked disappointed.  "How did you know?"

"Call it a pretty good hunch," Clark said.

"You mean you know who the bomber is?"

"Maybe," Lois said.  "Jimmy, I want you to dig up every bit of
information for me that you can find on a William Tamberg.  He was in
prison upstate until about six months ago, and before that he worked for
LexChem.  That's all I can tell you, but it should get you started."

"That's more than I usually start with.  Okay, here's the stuff on the
first three.  I'll let you know when I find anything."

"Lois!  Clark!"  Perry emerged from his office.  " I want the two of you
to get over to City Hall!  Mayor Thompkins is going to be giving a press
conference on the bombings in about forty-five minutes."

"On it, Chief."  Clark gave Lois a hand as they started back up the
ramp.  "Are you okay, honey?" he asked, softly.

"Yeah.  Just tired."  She brushed absently at the front of her maternity
top.  "Good thing this material is brown.  We've been rushing around so
much today that I haven't even had time to try to get the coffee stain
out of it, yet."

Clark grinned sympathetically.  That had happened within minutes of
their arrival this morning.

"Well, at least you can sit down on the way over." he said.  Personally,
he was glad that her own version of maternity leave started tomorrow.
Trying to get Lois to take time off was about as easy as pulling teeth,
but her fatigue in these last few weeks was beginning to get even her
down.  Between them, he and Perry had managed to convince her to take
half a day off each day, starting tomorrow, until the baby was born.
Even though they couldn't know the actual length of a half-Kryptonian
gestation, Dr. Klein was in no doubt of the fact that it could not be
much longer.  All the signs were there, he'd told them.  It could be any
time, now.  Clark had been keeping a surreptitious eye on her for the
last week, while trying not to seem as if he was hovering.  Lois
wouldn't have appreciated that at all.

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

His Honor, Lois concluded, after fifteen minutes of hearing the mayor
speak, didn't have any idea what was actually going on.   After hearing
his pronouncements about FBI special units, Superman's invaluable
assistance and the imminance of an arrest, Lois concluded that the city
leaders had simply felt the need to reassure the citizens before panic
broke out.  One look at the Chief of Police standing near the podium,
and his completely blank expression, convinced her of that.  Chief
Harrelson wasn't much of an actor.  Inspector Henderson looked frankly
bored.

"He doesn't have a clue," she whispered to Clark, who was sitting beside
her with such an expression of earnest fascination on his face that it
made her want to giggle.  A corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn't
answer.  Mayor Thompkins had gotten as far as calling for questions when
the sound and vibrations of an explosion nearby brought an abrupt end to
the proceedings.

"Where is it?" Lois whispered.

"Police Headquarters," he replied, getting to his feet.

"Go.  Be careful."

Other journalists were rushing toward the exit as well, and in the
confusion no one noticed the sudden gust of air as Superman departed
hastily for the disaster.  Lois struggled to her feet and made her way
through the mob of excited people toward the double doors at the rear of
the big room.

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

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Inspector Henderson's office had been the target this time, Clark
discovered in short order when he arrived at the scene.  The outer wall
of the building had been blown inward, and smoke was pouring from the
opening.

The first thing on the agenda was to extinguish the flames that were
licking at the furnishings, the next to be certain there was no one
inside.  Very shortly, he was engaged in helping police officers with
the rescue efforts.

Fortunately, Henderson had been at the mayor's unscheduled press
conference or he would very probably have been killed, Clark thought,
grimly, as he carried a young officer from the building.  His x-ray
vision had already determined that the man's leg was broken, but moving
him had seemed preferable to leaving him in the hallway with pieces of
ceiling threatening to collapse over his head.  He delivered his burden
to one of the teams of paramedics who were already on the scene and dove
back into the building once more.  He could hear the voices of several
more men and women calling for assistance, and fanned his x-ray vision
around, attempting to locate them.  A wooden beam came loose suddenly
from above, and he was barely in time to prevent it striking a
firefighter who had entered ahead of him.  He pointed, holding the beam
over their heads with one hand.  "There's a woman in there, under a
desk.  She seems to have a broken ankle."

"Thanks, Superman."  Cautiously, the man opened the indicated door and
after a quick check to be sure it was relatively safe, vanished inside.

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

Lois arrived on the scene of the bombing in time to see her husband
emerge from the building with a policewoman in his arms.  Standing back
behind the cordoned-off area with the rest of the Metropolis Press Corps
and the crowd of rubberneckers, she felt a surge of anger at the
cowardly behavior of their bomber.  Whatever his motives, his chosen
method of revenge was indiscriminate; others besides his target were
caught in the circle of destruction--not that she wanted to see his real
targets hurt, either.  She saw Inspector Henderson shoving his way
through the crowd.  His mouth was moving as if he was shouting
something, but she couldn't hear it over the furor of fire sirens,
police whistles, screams, and the racket being produced by the
onlookers, themselves.

"Hey, Lane!  Where's Kent?"

She turned at the familiar and unwelcome voice in her ear.  Ralph stood
there, with Jimmy behind him.  The expression on the young
photographer's face was openly apologetic.

"I don't know," she said. "We got separated.  I think he's somewhere
over there."  She pointed toward a section of the crowd where the bodies
seemed even more densely jammed together than where they were standing,
then began to push her way toward the edge of the spectators.  Standing
in this mob was getting her nowhere, especially considering the fact
that she was shorter than many of the people ahead of her.

Ralph followed her, Jimmy in tow, and she glanced at him in irritation.
Well, it was better to have him tagging after her than after Clark, she
reasoned.  They were going to have to figure out a way to discourage
him, however.  Clark couldn't afford to have the man trying to follow
him when he needed to go out and be Superman while she was on maternity
leave, and nothing they had done so far seemed to have had any effect.

She was focussing so hard on Ralph as she emerged from the edge of the
crowd that she almost ran into the man who stood staring over the heads
of the onlookers at the ruins of MPD Headquarters.  "Oops, sorry..."
She nearly did a double take.  "Mr. Tamberg?"

 He spun at the sound of her voice, and for an instant their eyes
locked.  Then, with a muffled curse, he shoved her roughly aside and
ran.

Lois pushed herself up on her hands and knees.  Jimmy was trying to lift
her to her feet, the freckles on his face standing out in stark contrast
to the unusual pallor of his skin.  "Lois, are you all right?  Are you
hurt?"

"Go after him!"  She struggled awkwardly to get up.  "Hurry!"

"Lois..."

"Hurry!  Find out where he goes!"

After a second doubtful look at her, Jimmy turned and ran after the
fugitive.  Ralph stared at her, mouth open until she shocked him out of
his apparent trance.  "Ralph, you can at least help me up!"

"Huh?  Oh." Ralph gave her a hand up.  "What was that all about?"

Lois didn't answer.  A blur of red and blue had suddenly materialized
beside her.  Superman's face was whiter than Jimmy's had been.  "Lois!
Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"What happened?  Did you fall?"

"Some guy pushed her down," Ralph said, helpfully.  "Then he took off
running."

"Who was it?"  The expression on Superman's face did not bode well for
the offender.

"I thought it was Al Tamberg," Lois said.  "But when he saw me he seemed
to panic, and then he ran off."  Out of the corner of her eye she saw
Jimmy jogging toward them.  "I sent Jimmy after him, but I guess he got
away."

Jimmy arrived beside them a moment later.  "Sorry, Lois.  He jumped into
a car and drove off before I could even get close enough to see the
license plate.  All I could see was the color.  It was white."  He
glanced at Superman.  "The guy knocked her down, Superman."

"I'm fine," Lois said again.  "My blouse is never going to be the same,
though."  She wiped futilely at a wide, black stain that now adorned the
left, lower quadrant of the garment.  "How's the situation over there?"
She glanced at the remains of the police station.

Superman glanced in the same direction and grimaced.  "Everyone's out,
and no one was killed, but there's a lot of injured officers.  Are you
sure you're all right, Lois?  If you need to see your doctor..."

"Superman, you're worse than Clark.  If you could just find him for
me..."

"I can take you to him, if you like."

Clark was really worried, she thought.  Heaven preserve her from
overprotective males!  She decided to take pity on him.  "All right,
Superman."  She reached into her purse and produced the Jeep's keys.
"Jimmy, can you drive this back to the Planet for me?"

"Sure, Lois."  Jimmy accepted the keys.  "I'll be careful with it, I
promise."

"You better be."  She winked at him to take the sting from her words as
Superman lifted her carefully in his arms, and an instant later they
were airborne.

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

"I think I can reassure you that the fall didn't do any damage, Clark."
Dr. Klein glanced uncomfortably at Lois, who glowered balefully at both
men.  "I'm as certain as I can be without attaching her to a monitor."

"Do you mind talking as if I was here?" Lois demanded.  "I'm not a
child!"

"Sorry."  Dr. Klein winced visibly.  "But I think you should take it
easy for the rest of the day, Lois.  Try to avoid any more insults to
your body for twenty-four hours at least.  We've gotten this far; I'd
rather you didn't decide to go into labor prematurely."

Clark looked at her, and the expression on his face was that of a man
about to embark upon a forlorn hope.  "Lois, I think..."

"Never mind, Clark," Lois said.  "If Dr. Klein says I need to do this
for the baby's safety then I'll do it."  She had to work to keep her
face straight at the expressions on the faces of the two men.  "You
don't honestly think I'm so stupid as to deliberately do anything to
risk this baby, do you?"

Clark visibly relaxed.  "No, not really," he said.  "But sometimes what
you think is risky and what other people think is risky are two
different things."

"Who says Superman never sticks his foot in his mouth," Lois said,
ironically.  "But even before I met Superman, I took risks for myself
that I would never let someone else take.  And I've cut back on that a
lot ever since we got CJ, Clark, and you know it."

"Yeah, I do."  He had the grace to look sheepish.  "Sorry, Lois.  I
guess I get a bit overprotective at times, but when I saw you on the
ground back there at the Police Department...Well, I was scared!"

"I know."  She softened slightly.  "It's all right, Clark.  Look, why
don't you take me home, and I'll finish my other work there.  I can
telecommute for the rest of the day.  It's not that long, anyway."

"No heavy lifting," Dr. Klein said.  "In fact, it would be just as well
if you didn't even lift CJ until tomorrow."

"Don't worry about that," Clark said.  "I'll bring CJ home with me after
work.  You can have the afternoon completely free to do what you like,
all right, Lois?"

She rolled her eyes, but nodded.  "Fine, Mother, dear."

Clark grinned.  "Can I give you a lift, ma'am?"

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

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>Priorities
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Holy cow, Nan!  You already wrote *another* one???  I swear, you and Wendy
do a good job of making all of us authors out there who take months or even
*years* to write a story look very, very bad!  <g>

Seriously, though, this story looks like another good one.  I'm looking
forward to reading it.  ;)

Erin (who's muttering to herself, "Must learn to write faster. Must learn to
write faster."  <vbg>)
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Superman set Lois gently down just inside their bedroom window.  "Home,
sweet home.  I'm going to get a shower and a clean uniform while I've
got the chance."

"Good idea."  She surveyed the smudged and soot-smeared Suit
clinically.  "I'll soak it in that enzyme stuff your mom gave me and see
if I can get those stains out.  I think I'll try it on my shirt, too."
She glanced down at the extremely dirty maternity top which had been so
clean and stylish this morning.  "I'd hate to think I only got to wear
this once before I threw it away."

He grinned and vanished into the bathroom in a blur.  She heard the
shower come on, and a moment later he was emerging, a short towel
wrapped around his hips. Another blur, and he was dressed in a second
Suit.

"There are definitely disadvantages to that super speed stuff," Lois
said.

"Sorry, honey," he said, contritely.  "I'll make it up to you tonight,
but right now I need to get over to see Henderson.  I'm going to tell
him about Tamberg and what we've found out.  By the way, I've been
meaning to ask, but I got distracted.  Do you think that was really Al
Tamberg that you saw?"

"I thought so, at first," Lois said slowly, "but now I think it must
have been William.  They're twins, remember."

"How could I forget?  Well, I'm going to give Henderson everything we've
got, anyhow.  If Tamberg's innocent, they'll find out pretty quickly."

"Yeah.  A news story's one thing, but if this keeps up, sooner or later
he's going to kill somebody."  She kissed him thoroughly.  "Go.  Just
don't forget your promise about tonight."

"Not a chance."  He kissed her again, and was gone.

Slowly, Lois removed her soiled clothing and changed into an older, but
clean outfit, then took her shirt and Clark's Suit downstairs to the
kitchen.  Miraculously, the cape seemed to have escaped anything but the
most minor of stains, and she simply dropped it into the hamper, but the
Suit itself needed major treatment if it was ever to be worn again.

She filled the sink with lukewarm water, according to the instructions
on the box, threw in both his and her own items of clothing, and left
them to soak while she retired to the den with her notes about the
disaster at Police Headquarters this afternoon, and the ones Clark had
hastily written up for her while she was being checked by Dr. Klein.
She had already phoned in the initial story, but this one was going to
be more detailed and in-depth.  Quickly, she switched on the computer
and got down to business.

Much later, she transmitted it to Perry at the Planet with a feeling of
accomplishment and stood up, glancing at her watch.  It was past five.
Something must be holding Clark up, she thought.  Superman might have
been needed again.

Slowly, she stretched, then wandered back into the living room to turn
on the television.  A local channel informed her within minutes what the
delay had been.  The picture that came on was of Superman hauling a
compact car out of a huge sinkhole which had apparently developed on a
street in the downtown business district.  It figured, she thought,
watching the scene and admiring the way the muscles bulged in his thighs
as he set the vehicle down, and pulled open the front door to free the
driver.  You've got it bad, Lane, she told herself, happily.  What a
hunk, and he was all hers.

She watched until the report finished and a commercial took its place,
then went into the kitchen.  The Suit and her maternity top were still
soaking in the sink, so she pulled out the old toothbrush she used for
the purpose and set to work on the stains in the cloth.

They came out more easily than she had expected--this enzyme cleaner
Martha had given her worked like magic.  She was just rinsing the Suit
when someone hammered on the kitchen door.

A glance out the window told her that it was Sonya Bradshaw, and that
she was openly upset.  Lois snatched up the Suit.  She couldn't let
Sonya see that!

Quickly, she wrung it out and bundled it up into a tight roll, then
seized her wet maternity shirt and wrapped it snugly around the Suit.
There, that should do it.

"Lois?" Sonya called.

"Just a minute, Sonya!"  Knowing her observant neighbor, she'd better
not leave it out here.  With a sudden flash of inspiration, she crammed
the bundle into a plastic bag and thrust it into the freezer, out of
sight, then smoothed her slightly ruffled hair, took a deep breath and
opened the door.  "Hi."

"Men!" Sonya exploded, as she stalked in the door. "They're pigs!"

"What happened?" Lois asked, a little taken aback.  Sonya Bradshaw's
face was uncharacteristically flushed, and two or three small locks of
hair had come loose from her usually perfect coiffure.

"After all the work I went to to re-upholster that horrible chair of
Gary's, he told me he didn't like it!"  Sonya stomped across the kitchen
and threw herself into a kitchen chair.  " He had the nerve to tell me
he wanted it back the way it was!  We just had a horrible fight, and he
left!"

"Where did he go?" Lois asked, cautiously.

" Probably the nearest bar!"  Sonya burst into tears.  "What does it
matter, anyway?  He almost never comes home.  He's out at the office to
all hours of the night; we haven't had dinner together in nearly three
weeks!  Tell me, Lois, does Clark do that to you?"

"No," Lois said.  "Once in a while he has to be out late, but most of
the time he does his best to be here in the evening."

"Well, you're lucky!  Mine is so focussed on his career that he hasn't
got time for his family anymore!"

"Let me make you some tea," Lois suggested.  That seemed safe.  Playing
the role of marriage counselor wasn't exactly how she had envisioned
spending her time off this afternoon.

"Thanks."  Sonya stared at her clenched hands on the kitchen table.
"After all the trouble I've taken to give him a nice home and he doesn't
appreciate it one bit!"

Maybe, Lois considered, appearances were deceiving after all.  Of
course, Clark had suggested that Gary Bradshaw might not like the
unsolicited renovation of his favorite chair.  She put the teakettle on
to boil and got out the teacups while listening to Sonya detail Gary's
various imperfections and misdeeds, giving an occasional nod or vague,
encouraging murmur.  By the time the tea was ready, Sonya was working on
the first year of their marriage and the horrible case of poison ivy she
had gotten on their first and last camping trip, and the general
stupidity of males in general who, when they had a perfectly comfortable
home, chose to go out into the woods with the ants and mosquitoes and
poison ivy and sleep on the ground, all so they could spend a day
standing up to their hips in a stream trying to catch a fish that she
had absolutely no intention of cleaning or cooking!  After all, what
were supermarkets for...?  She'd put a stop to those camping trips once
and for all.  Gary's friends could just go without him from then on...

The sound of a key in the front door lock brought the monologue to a
long-awaited end.  Clark called, "Lois!  I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen, Clark," she answered.  A moment later, her husband
appeared in the doorway, CJ on his hip.

"Hi, honey."  He set the baby on the floor and gave her a peck on the
cheek.  "Hello, Sonya.  How are you, today?"

"Fine," she said, flatly.  "I'd better get back, Lois.  It was nice
talking to you."

After Sonya had left, Clark looked questioningly at Lois. "What was that
all about?"

"Sonya and Gary had a fight."  Lois shook her head.  "He's mad because
she redid his chair and she's mad because he's ungrateful.  I feel sorry
for their kids."

"Me, too." Clark walked forward and put his arms around her.  "Come
here."

 Several long kisses later, Clark said, "I'm glad you're my wife."

"I'm glad you're my husband."

CJ chose that moment to pull himself up on his father's trouser leg.
Clark reached down and lifted him up on a level with the adults.  "Hey
there, pal, get your own girl!"

CJ babbled a stream of unintelligible syllables at him and Clark
grinned. "You don't say.  Well, Mommy's going to sit down over there
while Daddy gets dinner for everybody.  Want a couple of crackers in the
meantime?"

While he put together the dinner, and CJ scattered cracker crumbs around
the kitchen floor, Clark filled her in on the happenings of the
afternoon.

"It turns out Henderson got a package yesterday evening, after he got
home.  The bomb was planted against the outer wall of his office, and
there was a break in the pattern.  No warning phone call, and no robbery
this time.  It was a good thing he was at that inane press conference,
or the chances are he would have been killed."

"I never thought I'd ever be thankful for Thompkins' sleep-inducing
speeches," Lois said, "but I'm glad of that.  Don't tell him I said so."

"Of course not," Clark said.  "They also tried to get hold of Al
Tamberg.  He wasn't home, but Henderson ran a check for priors on him.
He's clean as a whistle.  Not even a traffic ticket.  He rented his flat
six months ago and got a job at the landscape place right afterwards.
They report that he's a model employee."

"It must have been William I saw this afternoon," Lois said.

"Sounds like it," Clark said.  "I'm going to keep an eye out for both of
them, though, until we know for certain.  Superman's going to make an
early patrol this evening, by the way, because Clark Kent has plans for
tonight."  He raised an eyebrow at her.  "I always keep my promises. And
I already...um...asked."

"Clark!  You didn't!"

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

Superman completed what he had decided would be his final pass of the
evening over the city, looped around and headed for Hyperion Avenue.
The sun had vanished over the horizon two hours ago, and the Man of
Steel had been busy.

The bombing of the Headquarters of the Metropolis Police Department had
left the city somewhat short-handed when it came to law enforcement, and
Clark had made a point of making Superman's presence very visible to the
citizens of Metropolis.  In a period of two hours, he had stopped two
muggings, one car-jacking, a convenience store holdup and a
purse-snatching.  Now, as he made his way home through the chilly night
air of early spring, he found himself unconsciously increasing his
speed.  Uneasiness tugged at him, the urge to be with his wife, to
protect her from the man who had already done so much damage to the city
in the last couple of days.

The man--William Tamberg?--the bomber, anyway, appeared to be going
after a very select set of people--those whom he apparently blamed for
the ruin of William Tamberg's career and subsequent imprisonment.  Raul
Burma, according to Jimmy's research, had been the junior V.P. whose
office Tamberg had tried to bomb seven years ago. John Grandle had been,
at that time, a senior chemist, also one of Tamberg's targets.  Gary
Bradshaw had been a company manager, the third of his intended victims.
Henderson, the detective who had arrested him, had nearly been killed
today, and Lois and Perry had received threats as well.  The bomber's
track record wasn't very good so far, but that didn't mean he couldn't
succeed.

Perry, at Superman's urging and Alice's insistence, was staying at her
place for the night.  The police were looking for William Tamberg and
his brother Al for questioning, but the bomber was still at large, and
that made Clark uneasy.  He had to consciously slow his speed as the
vibrations of a sonic boom rattled the windows of Metropolis's residents
for the fourth time that evening.

The neighborhood was relatively quiet as he approached.  The spring fog
was already beginning to creep over the streets, and the air felt damp
on his skin.  Floating fifty feet in the air, Superman swept the area
around his home with his better-than-human eyesight, looking for
anything out of place.

There was a man sitting on a bench a short distance from 348 Hyperion
Ave, and that man looked familiar.  Superman focussed in on his face,
and a moment later his boots hit the pavement beside the seated figure.

The man jumped, and then relaxed.  "Superman!  You scared me!"

"Sorry."  Clark looked the man over.  Was it William or was it Al?
There was only one way to find out.

"May I see some identification?" he asked politely.

"Sure."  Tamberg withdrew a worn leather wallet from his hip pocket and
flipped it open.  Clark closely examined the identification card thus
revealed.

"Albert Tamberg.  Could I ask what you're doing in this particular
neighborhood, Mr. Tamberg?"

The man nodded.  "I'm...well, I'm looking for my brother."

"Would you care to explain that?"

The man sighed.  "You're a friend of Clark Kent and Lois Lane, aren't
you?  At least that's what I've heard."

 "That's correct."

"Well, they came to see me today while I was working over at Metropolis
Police Headquarters--the same place that was bombed later in the day.
They were looking for my brother, William..."

"I know about it," Clark said.  "There's the possibility your brother
might be connected to the three bombings in Metropolis in the last
couple of days."

Al nodded, unhappily.  Clark, listening closely to his heartbeat, could
detect nothing unusual.  The man was obviously upset, but not
frightened.  "I've been worrying about it ever since I spoke with them
this morning," he said, frankly.  "I love my brother, and I didn't want
to believe he might backslide, but...well, then there was the explosion
at Police Headquarters...It was Mr. Henderson's office that was blown
up, wasn't it?  That was what I heard."

"Yes, it was."

"William used to talk about him, back when the trial was still going
on.  He used to talk about getting even with him, and with Ms. Lane, and
her editor, Mr. White.  Later he said what he'd done was stupid,
and...well, after the explosion today I tried to find William, but I
couldn't.  So I decided to come over here and sort of ‘stake out' the
Kents' house--in case he showed up.  I don't want him to kill anyone,
Superman."

"You think he might have done it?"

"I don't know," Al said.  "If he didn't, then I need to help him clear
his name.  But if he did, then he has to be stopped before he kills
someone."

"Were you anywhere near the station when the bomb went off?" Clark
asked.

"No.  After I finished there, I went on to my next job.  Surely, you
don't think I might have..."

"Ms. Lane saw someone she first thought was you among the people who
were watching," Clark said.  "He knocked her down and ran."

Tamberg's face paled slightly.  "It must have been William," he
whispered.  "Ms. Lane wasn't hurt, was she?"

"Fortunately not."

"Thank God," Al said.  "I want this to stop, Superman.  I don't want
anyone else to get hurt.  If I can help in any way..."

"Well, the police would like to ask you some questions," Clark said.

"I'll be glad to answer them.  What should I do?"

"If you don't object, I can take you to the 15th Street Police Station.
That's their temporary headquarters, for now."

Tamberg got to his feet.  "Then let's go.  The sooner this is over, the
better."

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

After dropping off Al Tamberg, Clark started for home once more.  His
uneasiness about Lois hadn't decreased in spite of Tamberg's attempts to
cooperate.  The man had been telling the truth as far as he could tell,
but all that meant was that there was another man out there who might
have lethal designs on Lois.  The sound of a woman's scream as he passed
over Centennial Park diverted him only long enough to seize both the
victim and the attempted rapist and deposit them in the hands of the
nearest cop.  Leaving the three of them with their mouths open, he took
off again with a gust of air that blew the hat off the officer's head.

Hyperion Avenue was still quiet when he arrived once more, and he
scanned his home as he always did before entering.  CJ was asleep is his
crib; Lois was lying in bed reading, wearing the flowing black,
semi-transparent gown he had bought her when she complained that her
growing belly was making it impossible to fit into her night clothing.
He smiled, but continued to scan, making certain that his home was
secure.

And, there it was.

The bomb was nestled against the back wall of the house, right below the
master bedroom, and it was counting down.

The sonic boom that marked his passage was succeeded instantly by
another loud sound, the sound of an explosion, as he smothered the
device with his body in the middle of their small, backyard lawn.  The
concussion was enough to crack the kitchen window, and certainly
destroyed the peace that seemed to reign over the neighborhood.  Within
moments, people were boiling from homes like ants from a disturbed
nest.  Lois came out the back door, wrapped in his bathrobe, and stared
in complete silence at the small crater that now marred the grass.
Sonya and Gary Bradshaw burst from their house, and somewhere in the
distance he heard the wail of a siren.

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

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By the time the police had left, an hour later, Lois felt as if she had
been through the proverbial wringer.  Clark had given his statement as
Superman, then vanished and reappeared as Clark, but the commotion had
only barely begun to quiet down.  Frightened neighbors milled around,
gaping openly at the marks left by the bomb.  Dogs barked, children
screamed and ran about the area until Clark took over and almost ordered
everyone to go home so his wife could get some rest.   Sonya Bradshaw
stared at the small crater with an expression of sheer unbelief.

"This is outrageous," she said, at last.  "You people are a danger to
the decent families in this neighborhood."

Lois felt the very thin hold on her temper snap, and quite suddenly
didn't care in the least what she said.  "Oh, really, Sonya?  I could
have sworn you and Gary got a bomb threat, too, or was that my
imagination?  Do you plan on moving out of the neighborhood so the
decent people around here don't have to worry?"

Sonya Bradshaw's mouth dropped open.  After several seconds she closed
it with an effort, turned abruptly and marched back to her home, leaving
Lois in possession of the field.  Lois caught a glimpse of Gary
Bradshaw's face as he looked after his retreating wife, and surprised a
faintly malicious smile on his lips. The man gave a short laugh and
followed her without another word.

Half an hour later, in their bedroom, Lois was still seething.  "The
nerve of that woman!  How could she say something like that?  She has
absolutely *no* class whatsoever!"

"Lois," Clark said, "She was upset."

"Yeah, well so am I, now!"

"Honey, she's not worth it."  He put his arms around her.  "Let's not
waste our energy on her.  I've got something else I'd much rather do to
take up some time."  He grinned slightly.  "To tell you the truth, I
think Sonya has plenty of problems of her own to deal with."

"What do you mean?"

He looked faintly guilty.  "Um, before I shut down my super-hearing, I
kind of caught the beginning of a fight starting up over there.  It
sounded like a real battle royal.  I just hope they're both alive
tomorrow morning."

"Really?"  Suddenly she felt much better.  "I guess I'm being kind of
silly, aren't I."

"No, but I don't think she's worth our time.  On the other hand, I know
what is..."

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

"Tamberg was very cooperative," Henderson said.  "I didn't have any real
reason to hold him, so he was released.  He promised to call us if he
has any contact with his brother, but we've got a precautionary tail on
him, just in case."

"Good idea."  Superman paced Henderson's temporary office.  The officer
had never seen the Man of Steel quite so restless.  "I'll be keeping an
eye out for him as well.  Count on that, Inspector.  If I find anything,
you'll be the first to know."

"Thanks."  Henderson shifted uneasily in his desk chair.  The thing just
wasn't comfortable, no matter how he tried to position himself.
Silently, he mourned the loss of his old chair, now a mass of carbon in
the hands of the lab boys, soon to be discarded in the city dump.  He
owed this bomber something for that, as well.

Superman turned to leave.  "I'll be in touch."  He had opened the door
when Henderson saw him lift his head in a way the Inspector had learned
meant he was listening to some sound audible only to him. "ZalTech has
had a bomb threat."

"What..."

His intercom buzzed.  "Inspector," the voice on the other end
said,"ZalTech Security is on the line.  They've had a bomb threat."

"I'll meet you there."  Superman was gone on the word.

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

Moving through the air toward ZalTech, Superman passed the speed of
sound for the sixth time in two days, leaving cracked windows in his
wake, but for all his haste, he wasn't fast enough.  As he approached
the building, a massive explosion blew out one wall, leaving a gaping
hole three stories up and raining the area below with stone and flying
glass.

He swooped down to scoop a startled woman out of the path of the falling
debris and deposit her safely across the street, then he was diving into
the billowing smoke that was swirling from the opening.

Quickly, he extinguished the rapidly spreading flames and cleared the
room of smoke.  There was no one visible in the room, but the nameplate
lying in the corner told the whole story: Gary Bradshaw, Senior
Vice-President.

Outside, sirens were approaching.  The emergency services were getting
faster with practice, he thought, grimly, and this bomber of theirs was
giving them a lot of practice.  It was really too bad that Superman's
ethics prevented him from doing what he really wanted to do with this
guy, assuming they ever managed to capture him.  Tamberg was a ghost,
appearing and disappearing seemingly at will, causing horrendous damage
and slipping away unseen.

And who had phoned in the bomb threat?.   The thought was an arresting
one.  Clark scooped up two office workers who had somehow been trapped
on the fourth floor, flew them to safety, then floated upward, scanning
the surrounding area.

Ralph's Pagoda, far down the street, had unwelcome visitors.  He headed
for the small establishment in a streak of red and blue.  It was time
for some answers.

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

"They're a low level street gang," Henderson was telling him a couple of
hours later.  Superman looked mussed and dirty, but about him was an
impression of energy that had somehow been lacking earlier.  The
Inspector understood.  This was their first real break since Tamberg--or
whoever he was--had started his campaign.  Henderson fully intended to
use this opportunity to get some much-needed information from the men
Superman had captured.  "They're not talking yet, but I promised to
speak to the DA about not bringing charges of terrorism against them if
they'll tell us what they know, and then put them in separate cells to
think it over.  Somebody will talk.  They've got to know something.
Those robberies were too coincidental."

"I'd like to know when they do," Superman said.  "You can reach me
through Clark Kent, as usual."

"I will."  Henderson, greatly daring, reached out to shake the Man of
Steel's hand.  "Thanks for everything, Superman.  We couldn't have
gotten everyone out of there safely without your help.  We appreciate
it."

Bemused, he saw a faint flush stain Superman's cheeks.  Somehow, he
never thought of Superman as ever being embarrassed, but apparently
their alien friend was as capable of the emotion as anyone.  Somehow the
realization that this all-too-human man was not human at all always
startled him, even after more than five years.  Briefly, he wondered why
the City of Metropolis had been so fortunate that Superman had decided
to make it his home.  Whatever the reason, he was glad of it.

"I was happy to help, Inspector," Superman was saying.  "If --when you
find those two missing persons, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me
know--even if the news isn't good.  Bradshaw is one of the Kents'
neighbors."

"We will."  Henderson nodded.  "As soon as we know."

"Thanks."  The figure in smudged red and blue left the office, and
Henderson returned to his borrowed desk, wondering briefly where he was
headed now.  Did Superman have a real place to live?  Surely he didn't
spend his time just flying around the skies of Metropolis.  The thought
had occurred to him upon occasion.  After a moment he dismissed the
conjecture.  He had more immediate things to do.

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

"Hey, Kent, where've you been?"  Ralph's cheerful voice was the first
one to greet Clark's ears as he stepped off the elevator into the Daily
Planet newsroom.

"Working," Clark responded briefly.

"You haven't been in the office all morning!  Lane's been as
close-mouthed as a clam.  You tie one on last night or something?"

Clark raised an eyebrow at his co-worker and went on to his desk.  He
had phoned in an initial report on the fire an hour ago, but Perry was
going to expect more than the bare details for the afternoon edition.
Ralph followed him.  "So where've you been?"

"Over at the ZalTech Building, covering the news," Perry's voice said,
drily.  "Something I highly recommend you try, instead of badgering
Clark, Ralph.  Get yourself on over to the Mayor's ribbon-cutting
ceremony, now.  We've got a deadline."

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

Having to leave at one o'clock instead of staying her usual full day
wasn't so bad, Lois reflected as Clark kissed her goodbye beside the
elevator.  To tell the absolute truth, she needed the rest.  Her feet
hurt, and so did her back, and the fatigue was getting to be really
annoying.  She could hardly wait for the burst of energy that was
supposed to precede labor.

She collected CJ from day care and continued on out to the street to
reclaim her Jeep from the open lot a block away.  The walk was getting
to be a hassle, too, but she just hadn't managed to convince herself to
use the Daily Planet's underground lot again.  Clark didn't see the
problem, but was willing to go along with her wishes.

She glanced up at the sky.  This spring rain thing was definitely
getting monotonous.  The prediction was for afternoon showers, and the
way it was clouding up it looked as if, for once, the forecasters were
right.  Oh, well, she could use the time inside to get a few things
done.   Maybe, this time, she could get dinner started early so Clark
wouldn't have to do all of it.  She might even finish organizing the
last few things in the nursery, too.  They were going to need it soon.
Henderson had told them that the squad car covering their street had
been instructed to keep an eye on their residence, and Clark would be
watching, too, so she felt safe going into the house--especially after
spotting a momentary flash of red and blue in the sky above her, as she
parked the car in front of the brownstone .

CJ was almost ready for his nap.  She settled down beside his crib and
read several of the Mother Goose rhymes in the book her mother had given
her for him months ago, then, after he was soundly asleep, went into the
bedroom to change into jeans and a T-shirt.  A glance at the clock told
her it was just past two, and the bed looked very comfortable,
suddenly.  A short nap was just what she needed, she decided, then she
would get busy on the various projects she had in mind for her time off
until the baby was born.

When she woke again, it was past four-thirty.  She looked drowsily at
the clock, then sat up with a jolt.  She had intended to start the
dinner half an hour ago, to give herself plenty of time to make the
inevitable mistakes, but it looked as if she was going to have to wing
it.  The nursery could wait until tomorrow.

The cookbook she had bought in such hope just after she and Clark had
finally gotten married yielded a recipe.  Beef brisket was one of those
cuts of meat, it informed her, that needed long, slow cooking in order
to tenderize it.  Well, if they ate dinner about six, that should be
long enough, shouldn't it?  Quickly she found the Dutch oven that Clark
used for pot roasts.  As she was retrieving the meat from the freezer
she heard CJ's voice from above, and his protest at being abandoned in
his crib began to rapidly gain volume.  Quickly, she dumped the meat
into the pot, just covered it with water, added salt, pepper and a
couple of cloved onions, plopped on the lid and turned the heat to
medium.  Done with that, she hurried upstairs to lift CJ from his crib.

He was wet and uncomfortable; Lois changed him and brought him down the
stairs to set him on the floor in the kitchen, while she busied herself
with the cleanup, then coaxed him into the den where she booted up the
computer.  She still had that research to do on the history of the trade
negotiations now going on in New York, and she wanted to touch base with
Clark to find out if there had been any new developments in the bomber
case.

By some miracle, Clark was at his computer when she called.  He had just
taken a call from Inspector Henderson about the bombing of ZalTech that
morning, and the message he gave her sent Lois into half-guilty giggles.

Gary Bradshaw and the other missing person had been found.  They had
turned up about an hour ago, completely unaware of the bombing.  He and
Talia Winthrop, his secretary, had been having an extended brunch at the
local Stardust Inn, discussing, Mr. Bradshaw assured Henderson, company
business while they ate.  The reason for the private room was simple.
The company business was fairly sensitive and they didn't wish to be
overheard.

Yeah, right, Lois thought.  And the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny and
the Great Pumpkin had probably been right there with them.  Sonya was
going to have a fit.  Why she had ever envied her neighbor was becoming
a question she would be hard-pressed to answer.

Anyway, Clark's message concluded, he should be home in an hour or so,
assuming she-knew-who didn't interfere, which just gave her time to
finish her research and get started on the actual article.

It was something closer to an hour and a half later that she heard his
key in the lock.  Superman, she concluded, must have made a detour or
two on the way.

"Lois, I'm home!" he called.

"In the den, Clark."  She turned her chair around as he appeared in the
doorway and tilted up her face for a kiss.  "I take it Superman kept
you?"

"Yeah."  He shook his head.  "Ever since yesterday the criminal element
in Metropolis seems to think it's free-for-all time.  I stopped two
muggings and a jewelry store holdup just on the way home.  Let me go get
changed.  I'll be right back."

He was gone in a blur, and then back, wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and a
pair of jeans.  "How's the article coming?"

"I'm almost done," she said.  "So what happened after Henderson called
you?"

"I shudder to think," Clark said.  "Gary's going to have some fast
talking to do."

"I don't think any amount of fast talking is going to save him," Lois
said, with a laugh.

"Probably not.  Will it distract you if I turn on the news?  I'd like to
hear the sports report."

"Go ahead.  I'll be finished in fifteen minutes."

A moment later, she heard the kitchen radio come on, and various
unidentified noises told her that Clark was moving around in the
kitchen. .

"Lois?"  Clark was suddenly standing in the doorway, behind her.

"Yeah?"  She looked up from the screen.

Clark had an expression on his face that she couldn't quite read.
"Um...Could I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Um...well, I'm sure you have a good reason for it, so don't think I'm
criticizing, but why are you boiling my uniform?"

"*What*?"  Lois got to her feet and hurried into the kitchen.  Sure
enough, on the stove, boiling gently in the Dutch oven, was the Suit and
her maternity top.  She stared at it in consternation, and then burst
into tears.  "Oh, Clark!  I can't do *anything* right!"

A pair of strong arms instantly wrapped themselves around her, and she
felt herself lifted as lightly as a feather.  Then she was sitting in
his lap, on the couch and he was cuddling her tightly against him.  "Hey
there."  One hand came up to wipe away the tears.  "Just because you
made a little mistake doesn't mean you can't do *anything*, you know."

"Clark, I messed up the dinner.   It's hopeless!  I just can't cook!"

"Okay," he continued, smiling a little, "so cooking isn't your best
skill.  But you're the best reporter in the business, and the best wife,
and lover and friend that I could imagine having, and you make me
happy.  Next to that, who cares whether or not you can cook?"

She sniffed. "Really?"

"It isn't even a contest."

She was silent for a moment, the vision of the pot's contents bubbling
away still clearly in her mind's eye.  "Even if I boiled your uniform?"

"Yeah, even then."  He chuckled suddenly.  "But I *would* like to know
how it happened."

She gave a watery giggle.  "I guess it *is* pretty funny, at that."

"Da!" CJ announced, clearly.  He was standing next to the coffee table,
one hand on it for balance.  Slowly, he raised his hand from the table,
eyes fixed firmly on his toes, and very carefully  raised one foot clear
of the rug, set it down again a bare inch forward of its last position,
and stared at his parents.  Then he wobbled suddenly and sat down.

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

to be continued in part 8
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Lois smothered a yawn behind her hand for about the fiftieth time since
Mayor Thompkins had started his speech.  Well, at least he wasn't Mayor
Burns.  She shook herself awake, pasted a look of interest on her
features and stared in the general direction of the podium.  She was
never going to forgive Perry for handing her this assignment.  Okay, so
Ralph had fallen asleep and snored through most of the ribbon-cutting
ceremony yesterday.  She couldn't exactly blame the man for that, but
Perry could have given this to somebody else.

Clark was off somewhere.  He'd given the flying signal about half an
hour before she'd had to leave for this unbelievably boring speech and
she hadn't seen him since.  For a moment she wondered darkly if he had
known and made his escape before Perry could corral him for it, but
dismissed the suspicion as unworthy of her husband.

The applause startled her awake and she joined in, then listened to the
question and answer session that followed.  The mayor's speech was
safely on the little recorder she carried in her purse; in the unlikely
event that she needed to reference it, she had it available, but so far
it appeared that she knew more about the situation than he did.

Eventually the crowd broke up and she headed back to the Jeep.  As soon
as she got this thing written up, she was going home.  She had plenty of
things to finish yet and the clock was definitely ticking.  Or maybe
that wasn't such a good metaphor.

"Ms. Lane?"

The voice startled her.  She turned to see Al Tamberg standing beside
her.  He smiled cautiously.  "Inspector Henderson asked me to let him
know if William contacted me," he explained, "but since you're here..."

Something didn't sound right.  "You've seen your brother?" she asked.
"Where is he?"

"Right here."  He opened his coat.  Lois stared for a moment at the
harness strapped to his torso, then back at his face.  William Tamberg
smiled at her.

"Get in the car," he said.  "We're going to the Daily Planet."

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

"One of them finally decided it was smarter for him to talk," Henderson
said.  "Our boy is William Tamberg all right, and from what ‘Weasel'
told me the guy is completely around the bend."

Superman raised an eyebrow.  "‘Weasel'?" he said.  "They actually *use*
that nickname?  I thought it was something out of old gangster movies."

Henderson snorted.  "So did I.  Anyway, here's the story.  Tamberg and
this gang had a deal.  They got him his supplies and he let them know
when and where he was going to use them, so they could clean out a
nearby establishment.  Only the leader double-crossed Tamberg.  He
phoned the targets and let them know there was a bomb."

"Not out of the goodness of his heart, I suspect," Superman said.

"To increase the confusion.  It worked, too."  Henderson shifted in his
chair and finally sat up straight, deciding that the upright position
was the least uncomfortable.

"Let me guess.  He didn't tell them about MPD Headquarters."

"Right.  He apparently talked constantly about how the other LexChem
execs, and the Daily Planet, specifically Lois Lane and Perry White, had
ruined his life, and about getting even with them, but when he included
me in the deal the leader balked.  He decided trying to kill a cop was
too dangerous."  Henderson scowled.  "At least they aren't crazy, but
Tamberg obviously is.  ‘Weasel' warned me that he talked about getting
Lane and White--and the Daily Planet--even if he had to blow himself up,
too.  I figured you might be in a better position to deal with this than
the police department, considering our short-handedness right now.
We'll do our best, of course, but..."

"I understand completely," Superman said.  "Thanks, Inspector.  I'm
going to get over there now and warn Mr. White, then I'll scan the
building just to be on the safe side."

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

"The police are looking for you," Lois said, as she turned the corner,
headed toward the Daily Planet.  Her voice was admirably steady,
considering the fact that inside she was quaking like the proverbial
bowl full of jelly.  "You're not going to get away with this.  Even
Superman's looking for you."

Tamberg smiled again.  "They haven't caught me yet.  They won't, until
it's much too late.  You ruined my life.  They all ruined my life.  They
have to pay."

Lois looked narrowly at him.  Even identical twins had some differences,
she knew, but this man...

"You're *Al*," she said.

He shook his head.  "Al is asleep right now.  I'm William.  Al wouldn't
fight back.  He doesn't like the things I do."

For several seconds Lois absorbed the information in those few telling
sentences.  "Al thinks you're his twin brother."

"I am.  How much more of a twin could I be?  We even share the same
body, Ms. Lane.  We've been together this way since we were ten, but Al
doesn't understand what happened.  He doesn't remember."

"What did happen?" Lois asked.

"I don't want to talk about it.  Al tried to help me.  Then he was
gone.  Only he came back.  Here."  He tapped his forehead.  "I can talk
to him and he answers me.  Only he doesn't know..."  He glared at her.
"Why am I telling you all this?  Drive!"

Oh, boy.  This guy was definitely several cents short of a dollar, Lois
thought.  Talk about a split personality!  But one of those
personalities was a killer, and she had to think of something.  Think,
Lane, think!  How to attract Clark's attention without alerting Tamberg
and triggering that bomb?

"If you do this, then you're as guilty as the people you're blaming,"
she said.  "There are innocent people in the Daily Planet.  There are
*children* there.  Do you want to kill them, too?"

"Children?"  For a moment he looked doubtful.

"Yes, children.  Not to mention this baby."  She rested a hand on her
middle.  "And if you kill yourself, how about Al?  He'll die, too."

"Shut up or I'll blow the bomb right here!  I don't want to hear about
it!  You always ruin things!"

Lois closed her mouth.  Tamberg breathed heavily several times, then
continued in a more moderate tone of voice, "They're going to pay, all
of them, Ms. Lane.  All those people who wouldn't give me a second
chance.  Henderson, too.  Do you want to know how I did it?"

She nodded, careful not to speak.

"Their cars.  Henderson put a tail on Al and me when we left the police
station yesterday.  But I knew it, and this morning I got away from
him.  I've been very busy this morning."  He chuckled softly.  "Pull
into the parking lot, Ms. Lane."

The parking lot for the Daily Planet employees was in the basement of
the large structure, and Lois hadn't been in it for the last seven
months, ever since Madeline Burns had tried to blow up her Jeep there.
What was it with her, underground parking lots and bombs, she wondered
irrelevantly.

Abruptly, the conversation she and Clark had had a couple of days ago
about this parking lot and the Jeep came to mind, and she knew what she
had to do.  If Clark realized that something was wrong, then he would
look for her and there would be a least a chance...

"Park there," Tamberg directed her.  "Next to that van."

Meekly, she obeyed.  The only possible way out of this was to use her
head, she knew.  In her present condition there was no chance on earth
that she could outrun him...or his bomb.  As she set the brake and
turned off the engine, she began to open her door.  The car alarm began
to beep, and William' Tamberg's hand caught her wrist.

"Oh, no you don't.  Slide across the seat and get out over here."

Lois shrugged and obeyed, but when the driver's door swung shut, she did
not allow it to catch.  Leaving her keys in the ignition, she slid
across to the passenger door and got out, slamming it behind her.  The
Jeep's alarm continued to beep; outside the vehicle the sound was hardly
audible to normal ears, but Clark might hear it and recognize it.  If he
did, perhaps he would find her before it was too late.   If only
Security didn't find it first and "fix" the problem.

Tamberg shoved her ungently toward the elevator and stabbed the button
with a forefinger.  A moment later the doors slid open.  As he propelled
her inside, a familiar voice shouted, "Hold the elevator!"

No! her mind shouted silently as Ralph crowded breathlessly through the
doors.

"Hi, Lane," Ralph said, cheerfully.  "Where've you been?  Out on another
big story?"

"You might say so."  Ralph was going to make this more difficult.  He
was about as empathic and quick to catch on to subtlety as the
traditional bull in the china shop.

"Punch for the newsroom, Ms. Lane."  Tamberg glanced at Ralph.  "Are you
a reporter?"

Ralph preened "Yes, I am.  One of the Daily Planet's best."

"That's unfortunate."  The man smiled unpleasantly.

"Huh?"  Ralph looked at Tamberg as if he couldn't believe his ears.
Lois reached out and pushed the button for the top floor, and turned
back to them, blocking their view of the panel of buttons.

"Mr. Tamberg has a grudge against Daily Planet reporters," Lois heard
herself saying.  "He thinks we ruined his career."

"Be quiet, Ms Lane."  Tamberg was watching Ralph, who appeared slightly
confused by the byplay.  After an uncomfortable few moments, Ralph
started to edge around her to look at the buttons.  Lois turned so her
pregnant belly again blocked the view, but she knew what was wrong.
They should have reached the newsroom by now.  Somehow she had to stall
for another three or four critical minutes.  If Tamberg detonated his
bomb on the roof, she and Ralph would certainly be killed, but the
damage would be limited to the helipad and the upper floors.  The
newsroom, and the Daycare Center, would be unharmed.

Inspiration struck her suddenly.  She grasped her abdomen and moaned,
stumbling against Ralph.  "Ralph!  I think I'm having a contraction!"

The expression of terror on Ralph's face, the sheer, unadulterated
panic, almost made her want to laugh, grim as the situation was.
"What?" he squeaked.

She groaned again, as realistically as she could and grasped him by the
shoulders, throwing her weight against him.  "I think the baby's
coming!"

"Holy..."  Ralph's eyes were wide with horror.  "No, Lane, you can't
have that kid here!  Hold on..."

And the elevator doors slid open.

In an instant, Tamberg realized what she had done.  With a yell of fury,
he lunged for her, and Lois brought her knee up with every ounce of her
adrenalin-driven strength behind it.  The man dropped without a sound,
clutching his groin and Lois reached out to slam her hand onto the
emergency stop.

"Come on!" she shouted at Ralph.  "Run!  He's the bomber!"

"Huh?" Ralph gaped at her.  Lois seized his arm and pulled him after
her.

Tamberg was beginning to moan and retch miserably on the floor.  "I'll
kill you, Lane," he managed to choke out, but Lois wasn't listening.  As
his hand groped under his coat, she ran clumsily toward the edge of the
roof.  There was no time to run down the stairs; no time for any escape
but one.  Clark better be close by, a detached corner of her brain
observed, or it was all over.

"Help, Superman!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.  And she jumped.

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

Clark walked into the newsroom from the stairs.  Everything seemed all
right; he scanned the room with his x-ray vision.  He had scanned the
whole building a few moments ago when he had alighted atop the Daily
Planet, but the nagging feeling of something wrong was tugging at him.

"CK!"  Jimmy hurried to him as he came down the ramp.  "I ran that check
on William Tamberg like you asked."

"Jimmy, that can wait.  Have you seen Lois?"

"Huh?  She went off to cover Thompkins' speech.  She should be back by
now."

Something was grating at the edge of his hearing; a particularly
annoying sound.  Jimmy claimed his attention again.  "CK, you don't
understand.  There is *no* Al Tamberg!"

"*What*?"

"William Tamberg was one of a set of twins Albert and William, who were
born in
British Columbia to an American father and a Canadian mother.  They came
to the United States at the age of nine, and a year later Albert Tamberg
died in a swimming accident.  He was apparently trying to rescue his
brother, and drowned.  There's *no* Albert Tamberg.  Only William!"

"Oh, my God..."  The sound Clark had been hearing suddenly registered,
and he bolted for the stairs, leaving Jimmy with his mouth open.  He was
hearing the alarm on the Jeep.

Once inside the stairwell, his shifted into high speed and was in the
parking lot in less than five seconds.

The Jeep was parked in the fourth row of cars, at some distance from the
elevator.  The driver's door was unlatched, and Lois's keys were in the
ignition.

For an instant blind panic hit him.  Lois would never have left the Jeep
this way, which meant she was in dire trouble, and that almost certainly
meant William Tamberg.  Then he forced his panic down.  Running around
in circles, screaming, wasn't going to rescue his wife.

He listened, searching for her voice or heartbeat, any sound to give him
a location.  There it was.  What was she doing on the roof?

And in that instant the elevator's emergency alarm went off.  Lois's
voice shouted something, but he wasn't listening.  He was homing in on
the sound with unerring accuracy.  He heard her scream of "Help,
Superman!" and he hurled himself through the air to catch her falling
body as she leaped from the rooftop.

She had barely caught her breath as she gasped out, "Tamberg...bomb!"

In a flash, he set her down on the neighboring rooftop and returned to
the Planet's roof.  The sight that met his eyes stunned him for a whole
five seconds.

William Tamberg lay face down in the elevator, spread-eagled and on his
back Ralph knelt, pinning him to the floor.  The reporter's face was
white, and his breath was coming in gasps.  The expression on his face
when he saw Superman was almost ludicrous.  "Take him!" he gasped.
"He's got a bomb!"

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

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"Lois, we have to talk."

Lois looked up at her husband's face and sighed.  She'd known this was
coming; her jumping off the roof of the Daily Planet had, to put it
mildly, upset him.

"Clark, would you let me explain?"  She was careful not to sound
defensive.  "Even a condemned man gets some last words."

She could see the corner of his mouth twitch the way it did when he was
trying not to smile, and felt somewhat relieved.  Clark wasn't really
angry, but he *was* upset, and with some reason.  "Okay, but this better
be good."

"Come into the conference room."

She let him open the door for her and waited until it shut and he had
turned the locking lever before she spoke.  "I jumped because I couldn't
do anything else, Clark.  Tamberg was reaching for the trigger, and I
knew if the bomb exploded the baby and I would both die.  He was down,
but not out--and I couldn't tackle him myself.  The only other person
there was Ralph.  You didn't expect me to count on *him*, did you?"

"Well, no.  He surprised me, though."

"Yeah, me too.  But I decided to put my faith in you, instead.  You've
never failed me."  She met his brown eyes squarely with her own.  "And
you didn't fail me this time, either."

His expression softened, but he said, "If I'd been a few seconds later
noticing the car alarm I might have."

"Even then, I think you'd have gotten there in time.  Of course then
everyone in the newsroom might have had to be let in on the Secret."
She put a hand on his arm.  "Do you understand, Clark?  I didn't have
any real choice except the one I took."

"Yeah, I guess I do."  He put his arms around her and pulled her close.
"Given the situation it was reasonable.  I just don't want you to have
to do that too often."

"Neither do I.  I don't think I've ever been so scared."  She rested her
head on one of his broad shoulders, and as she did she felt the baby
kick her solidly in the ribs.  "Ouch!"

Clark grinned.  "Even I felt that.  Lively little thing, isn't she?"

"Maybe it's a ‘he'.  CJ might like a little brother, you know."

"I don't care which it is," Clark said.  "Just as long as it's healthy.
I guess it won't be long now, huh?"

"Believe me, Clark, anything over the next five minutes is too long.  Do
you want to take me home?  It's been a very long day."

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

The Kent living room was remarkably full that evening.  Perry White and
Alice, Jimmy, Lois and Clark sat watching the television as LNN
trumpeted the news, with credits to the Daily Planet, of the capture of
the Mad Bomber of Metropolis.  The paper itself was spread out on the
coffee table, showing pictures of Superman and Tamberg, Lois, and Ralph,
with the byline of James Olsen beneath the photos.  The headlines blared
"Planet Reporters Capture Bomber!"  The whole front page had been
devoted to the story, including a sidebar concerning the bombs planted
in the cars of Tamberg's other targets.

Perry leaned back on the sofa, one arm around his former wife's
shoulders.  He sighed happily.  "Another Planet exclusive.  The editors
of every other paper in town are eatin' their hearts out."    He grinned
happily at his star reporters.  "I was savin' this for tonight, because
I wanted it to be a surprise.  I'm givin' you a raise, Lois.  You can
use it for the weddin' present."

"That's something I've been waiting to do for a long time, Chief," Lois
said.  "I just hope Clark doesn't mind that I'll be making more than
him."

"Not a chance."  Clark surveyed her proudly.  "You deserve every penny
of it.  What awed me is how you stalled Tamberg until you could get him
somewhere he couldn't do too much damage.  And Ralph, of all people,
knocked him flat and sat on him.  I guess there's more to him than any
of us realized."

"After Lois did the hard work," Jimmy said. "Still, he helped save the
day until Superman got there.  Ralph's pretty proud of himself."

"He should be," Perry said. "There was plenty of heroism to go around,
but I'd say the top honors go to Lois.  She kept her eye on the most
important thing from the start."

"Having the right priorities makes all the difference," Clark said.  He
caught Lois's eye.  "Doesn't it, honey?"

"I guess I finally figured that out," Lois said.  She reached out to
take Clark's hand, then winced at the sound of raised voices from next
door.  Sonya and Gary had been fighting most of the evening.  Lois felt
sorry for the kids.

"I'll be right back," Clark said, mildly, "I'm going to close the
windows in the den."  He rose and left the room and a moment later Lois
could hear the windows being shut.  Sonya's shrill voice was cut off in
mid-tirade.  Perry shook his head, but said nothing.

"I think the roast should be finished by now," Clark said, as he
re-entered the living room.  "If everybody's ready, I'll have everything
on the table in a couple of minutes."

Alice rose to her feet.  "I'll help you, Clark.  I'm going to have to
get used to this again."

Perry watched her follow Clark into the kitchen.  "Talkin' about
priorities, I'm going to pay attention to them this time," he said.
"It's a good thing I've got such a good example right in front of me."
He gave Lois his arm as they walked slowly to the table, and once there,
pulled out the chair for her.   As she was arranging herself
comfortably, Clark and Alice reappeared with the roast and a large bowl
of potatoes.  Clark caught Lois's eye as he set the platter of meat in
front of his own chair, and winked.

Yep, she thought, contentedly, the right priorities made all the
difference between success and failure for a lot of things.  Including
happiness.

She was glad she finally had hers straight.

The End.
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Erin wrote:

> Holy cow, Nan!  You already wrote *another* one???  I swear, you and Wendy
> do a good job of making all of us authors out there who take months or
even
> *years* to write a story look very, very bad!  <g>

~~~I think we may need a new Kerth category, Erin. "Most Prolific Author."
;) And having read three fic by her in the past week, visited the boards and
been astonished to find another, and knowing that she's already tackling
FODIII my vote goes to Yvonne! <G>~~~

> Erin (who's muttering to herself, "Must learn to write faster. Must learn
to
> write faster."  <vbg)

~~~And maybe we could have a "Author Most Likely To Be Posting Her Fic to
Skeletons." award - just for us two. ;) Although I think I'd beat you to the
nomination. *How* long did it take between you fleshing out Darkest Hour on
irc and posting it to the boards/list? Uh-huh. I rest my case. ~~~

LabRat :)
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In a message dated 1/24/00 5:53:33 PM Eastern Standard Time, erink@IDA.NET
writes:

<< Erin (who's muttering to herself, "Must learn to write faster. Must learn
to
 write faster."  <vbg>) >>

Erin, not to be pushy, but didn't you promise us a new segment of "Darkest
Hour" one day last week?  As I recall, you left Clark, Lois and all the rest
of us in *very* bad shape.  <g>

If you're having trouble, can we send you some cyber cookies or something to
encourage you?

Ann
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Do either or both of you have your newest stories on a website somewhere?
or
available as a private email attachment?  I love to print them out to read
by
the fire, or in bed, or with hot chocalate, well you get the drift.  I'm
being lazy and asking for a quick fix ;), rather than cut and paste.
thanks ever so, Kate
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This one *is* my newest, Kate.  I'll be submitting it to the Archive
shortly.
All my other stories, except for two which will be there shortly, are
already on
the Archive, under my name.

Nan

Kate Crane wrote:

> Do either or both of you have your newest stories on a website somewhere?
or
> available as a private email attachment?  I love to print them out to read
by
> the fire, or in bed, or with hot chocalate, well you get the drift.  I'm
> being lazy and asking for a quick fix ;), rather than cut and paste.
> thanks ever so, Kate
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In a message dated 1/24/00 3:18:59 PM Pacific Standard Time,
labrat@STARLABS.FSNET.CO.UK writes:

<< ~~~And maybe we could have a "Author Most Likely To Be Posting Her Fic to
 Skeletons." award - just for us two. ;) Although I think I'd beat you to
the
 nomination. *How* long did it take between you fleshing out Darkest Hour on
 irc and posting it to the boards/list? Uh-huh. I rest my case. ~~~ >>

Wait a second...  At least you two have posted fics in the past!  Some of
us... *shifting gaze guiltily*... have been working on stories and still
have
not posted a single word of them...  But I'm, I mean *they're* workin on
it... slowly but surely.  Maybe I'll even be nominated for a Kerth... in
2020.

Rose
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Ann wrote:

>Erin, not to be pushy, but didn't you promise us a new segment of "Darkest
>Hour" one day last week?  As I recall, you left Clark, Lois and all the
rest
>of us in *very* bad shape.  <g>

and

LabRat wrote:

> ~~~And maybe we could have a "Author Most Likely To Be Posting Her Fic to
> Skeletons." award - just for us two. ;) Although I think I'd beat
> you to the
> nomination. *How* long did it take between you fleshing out
> Darkest Hour on
> irc and posting it to the boards/list? Uh-huh. I rest my case. ~~~

LOL!  Yeah, I guess you do.  <g>  Okay, I hear you both loud and clear.  ;)
I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't post another installment for a few
more days until I was completely done with 'Darkest Hour' because I've been
totally hormonal due to being pregnant, and have this horrible tendency to
burst into tears of frustration when a scene isn't working right, or fly
completely off the handle emotionally at the drop of a hat (just ask my
husband <g>).  But since everyone is so eager to read the rest, I'll oblige
by posting the next section.  ;)  Go easy on me!  I can't afford any more
tissues at this point. <bg>

> ~~~I think we may need a new Kerth category, Erin. "Most Prolific Author."
> ;) And having read three fic by her in the past week, visited the
> boards and
> been astonished to find another, and knowing that she's already tackling
> FODIII my vote goes to Yvonne! <G>~~~

Wow!  Yvonne, you've really written that many fics???  You and Nan and Wendy
must be planning on taking over the 2001 Kerths single-handedly! <g>

Erin  :)
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The Darkest Hour (Before the Dawn)
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part 21

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“No sign of it?” Perry asked, leaning over the shoulder of the computer
technician and scowling at the monitor in front of them.

The computer technician sat back in his chair and stared helplessly at the
file directory on Manny’s computer.  “No, but that doesn’t mean it’s not
here,” he replied.  Then he turned to Jimmy.  “Did you overhear him saying
anything about what the virus was supposed to do?”

The three men were so engrossed in their conversation they didn’t notice
Manny stepping out of the elevator across the room and heading toward his
cubicle where they were all gathered.  But as Manny drew closer, he looked
up from his handful of papers when he heard the voices coming from his tiny
cubicle.  His steps slowed, and his heart started to race when he overheard
the word ‘virus.’

*What’s going on?* he asked himself anxiously as he took a couple of wary,
silent steps closer to the voices.  *Had somebody stumbled across the virus?
Somebody must have, or else why would there be so many people in his
cubicle?*

Stopping several steps away from the opening to his cubicle, he pressed
himself up against the wall and listened.  The next voice he heard he
immediately recognized as Jimmy’s.

“All I heard was that it was going to be attached to the New Year’s day
on-line issue of the Planet and would go off at midnight,” Jimmy told the
technician, unaware that they were being listened in on.

The computer tech sighed and sat back in the chair.  “That’s not much to go
on, I’m afraid.  There are dozens of files on his computer where it could be
hidden.  Without more information about where it is or what it does, there’s
not a whole lot I can do.  It could take weeks to find it, and by then it
would be too late.  I suggest we call the authorities right away, while we
still have a couple of days to deal with this.”

Perry straightened up and nodded.  “It doesn’t sound like we have any
choice.”

Manny gulped and quickly looked around.  He had to get out of there before
anybody realized he was there.  True, his cut of the money wouldn’t be paid
to him until the job was finished and the virus unleashed, but he wasn’t
about to stick around and get caught.  There was too much at stake.

He thought about his escape options and decided it would be too risky to
cross back to the elevators; there were too many people around to spot him.
So he moved away silently from the wall and hurried down the nearest aisle
of shelving that led toward the back stairs.

It made him feel a little better knowing that everything related to the
virus was encoded, and would be virtually possible for anybody to access
without the virus decryption codes.  But he sure wasn’t about to stick
around and find out.  At this point, it was time to just cut his losses and
get back up to Garrison at the cabin to tell him what happened.  It was not
something he was looking forward to.

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he opened the door to the
back stairs and slipped out unnoticed.

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

Erin  :)
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part 22

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When Lois woke up a while later, she opened her eyes experimentally and
blinked a couple of times to clear her vision.  In a rush, the gravity of
her situation came flooding back to her, and she closed her eyes again with
a weary sigh.

What were they going to do?  If they didn’t do something soon to get out of
there, she had no doubt Trask would kill them.

Feeling achy and stiff all over, she sat up slowly and drew the blanket
around her shoulders, still feeling chilled.  She reached up to rub her
throbbing temples, and when she touched her face, she realized how warm her
cheeks felt.  Concerned, she turned her palms over and pressed the backside
of her hand against her cheeks.  *Great,* she thought with a shake of her
head.  *I must be getting a fever.  All the more reason to make sure we get
out of here as quickly as possible.*

But before she could mull over an escape plan in her mind, the sound of
footsteps on the stairs made her heart race.  Then the heavy metal door
banged open, and two of Trask’s men appeared in the doorway, with Clark
supported in between them.

With the blanket still around her shoulders, Lois quickly rose to her feet,
ignoring her own aches and pains when she saw the ragged condition Clark was
in.  His face was alarmingly pale and his hair tousled, and a new bruise was
starting to show on his jaw.  She hurried toward the cell door.  “Clark!
Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, Lois, I’m alright,” he told her as the men unlocked the cell
and shoved him roughly inside.  He stumbled forward into the cell and nearly
fell, but Lois quickly reached out and caught him, doing her best to support
him as he regained his balance.

 When he righted himself, Lois put her arms around him and nestled her face
in his chest as she hugged him tightly, thankful that he was still alive,
even if he wasn’t in the best of conditions.  Clark winced at the pressure
of her arms tightening around him, and she quickly let him go.

“Oh, Clark, I’m sorry.  Are you okay?” she asked in concern as she took a
step backward to better see him.  She reached up to gently touch the
coloring skin along his jaw.  “What did they do to you up there?”

“Whatever Trask told them to,” he told her quietly, consciously trying to
straighten up without flinching.  “But honestly, I’m okay, Lois.  I’m sure I
look worse than I feel.”

“Well, you’re going to feel even worse if you don’t start giving Trask
whatever answers it is he’s looking for,” the gruff voice of one of the men
interrupted as he swung the cell door shut with a clang.  “I’m sure I’ll be
back for one of you before too long, so you might want to decide if whatever
information he wants is really worth clamming up about before Trask decides
to have another go at you.”

Clark turned to glare at the man, and something in his look startled Lois.
At first, she couldn’t put her finger on what it was exactly, but then it
came to her.  It was the all-too-familiar menacing look that Superman often
gave his captured criminals.

As Trask’s men stepped back from the cell door and started to argue about
whether or not Trask wanted them to stand guard, Lois found herself
transfixed by Clark, unable to pull her eyes off his face.

Even though he was still wearing his glasses, she found herself able to
connect Clark with Superman for the very first time, if only through
something as simple as a look.  *They really are the same person,* Lois
thought in surprise, though she knew she shouldn’t be surprised at all.
After all, she’d been there to witness his reaction to the Kryptonite, and
they’d already had several discussions about it.  But somehow, seeing it for
herself all of a sudden suddenly made it seem for real, more tangible.  And
it scared her all over again.

*Why hadn’t I been able to connect the two before this?* she couldn’t help
wondering.  *Me, of all people, should’ve known enough to.  I’ve flown in
the arms of his superhero counterpart countless times, even kissed them both
on several different occasions.  And shouldn’t I have been able to tell by
something as intimate as a kiss that they were one and the same person?*

Now that she was looking for it, she could clearly see the similarities
between the two men in Clark’s face.  They were so obvious!  She wanted to
kick herself for not noticing the little telltale facial expressions and
gestures that would’ve been impossible to fake, like the twitching muscle in
his jaw when he was upset, as it was doing now.  She’d seen that when he’d
been dressed as Clark, as well as when he was Superman.  And that steely,
stern look.  Could glasses really have hidden that?  Apparently they had,
because she’d been fooled along with the rest of the world for the last two
years.

Clark seemed to sense her looking at him, and he turned back to find her
staring at him intently.  “Lois?” he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
“What is it?”

“Oh, um, nothing,” she muttered, embarrassed to be caught staring at him as
if he were a specimen under a microscope.  “I was just—“

Before she could finish her sentence, the basement door banged open again,
and Lois quickly tore her gaze from Clark’s and looked over her shoulder to
see an unfamiliar dark-haired, burly man walking into the room.  He
immediately caught Lois’ attention with the air of confidence with which he
walked, and from the way the men backed off from the cell as he approached.
It was obvious to her that he was somebody in charge.

As he drew closer, he spoke to the men.  “Trask wants you guys upstairs.  He
has something for you to do.”

They nodded obediently, then turned to leave.  As they were walking out the
door, another man appeared, and instantly Clark stiffened.  Lois felt him
stiffen beside her, and she quickly turned to see what had upset him.  Her
eyes widened when she saw who had just come in.

“Manny!” Lois exclaimed, unable to hide her surprise.

He smirked at them as he walked up to the burly man, whose face deepened
into an unhappy scowl when he saw him.  “Manny, what are you doing here?
You’re supposed to be finishing up at the Planet.”

“I have to talk to you about that,” Manny said uncomfortably.  But before he
continued, he nodded at Lois and Clark.  “Did Trask get any information out
of them?”

“About what?” Garrison snorted.  “Superman being some advance man for an
alien invasion?  Give me a break.  Let’s just stick to the plan and our
butts will be covered.  Is everything on schedule at the Planet?”

“Um, that’s something I need to talk to you about,” Manny told him as he
shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other.  Then he turned
toward the room’s door, and Garrison quickly followed.

“What’s going on?” Garrison asked with concern as they stopped just before
reaching the basement door.  “Did you get the virus into the Daily Planet
computers or not?”

Lois’ ears immediately perked up, and she quickly glanced over at Clark, who
caught her eye and raised his eyebrows curiously.  With the pounding in her
head, she wasn’t sure if she was really hearing correctly.  She quickly
gestured to her ear, silently asking Clark if he was able to use any of his
superhearing to tune into the conversation.  But he shook his head
immediately and gave his earlobe a quick tug, then raised his hands and gave
a helpless shrug.  In aggravation, Lois quickly waved her hand at him,
gesturing for him to be quiet so they could try to overhear the
conversation.

They both strained to hear Manny’s quiet response.  “Yeah, I already told
you on the phone that I did,” Manny told Garrison.  “But somehow that kid
Jimmy must’ve found out about the virus because when I went back to my
cubicle after running some errands, I discovered it was overrun with people
talking about how to find it.  I was afraid that I was about to be found
out, so I jumped ship.”

“You jumped ship?!” Garrison’s voice rose.  “You mean to tell me you just up
and left?  Do you realize what’s at stake here?  If something fails with
Project Y2K, well, you know what the boss is capable of!  I swear, if you
blow this—“

“No, no, nothing is blown,” Manny quickly reassured him.  “I got the virus
planted, and when the Planet’s on-line issue goes out at midnight on New
Year’s, it’ll activate.”

Garrison looked thoughtful for a moment.  “So what loose ends did you
 leave?”

“Just some files on my hard drive,” Manny told him, trying to downplay his
actions as much as possible.  “But if anyone finds them, no one will be able
to read them.  Everything is still encoded.  They’ll never figure out what
those files are.”

“Good.  Then let ‘em find it,” Garrison said, sounding relieved.  “As long
as everything is still on track, we can go about our business.”

Manny glanced over at Lois and Clark, who quickly tried to look as if they
hadn’t overheard.  “So what about them?”

“Who cares,” Garrison grumbled.  “With them locked up, we don’t need to
worry about them doing any poking around.”

“And what about Superman?” Manny asked.

Garrison smirked pointedly at Clark, then turned back to Manny.  “Let’s just
say he’s out of the picture.  We don’t have a thing to worry about.”

They turned to leave the room, shutting the door with a loud ‘bang’ behind
them.  When the sound of Garrison and Manny’s retreating footsteps reached
their ears, Lois breathed a sigh of relief that they were finally alone.
Turning to Clark, she tried to ignore her intensifying headache brought
about by the level of concentration she’d had to use while listening in.  “A
virus at the Planet?  What’s it supposed to do?”

Clark shook his head, clearly as confused as Lois.  “I have no idea.  But if
it’s something set to go out with the first on-line issue of the Planet,
that would mean hundreds of thousands of people’s systems could be affected
by it.”

“Not to mention all the other systems that come into contact with those
people’s systems,” Lois pointed out quietly as she reached up to rub one of
her throbbing temples.  “If it’s a really destructive virus, it could wipe
out the Planet’s computers, as well as all the ones the Planet’s systems are
linked to--”

“Which include the systems of corporations around the world,” Clark finished
for her.  “I know.  But we can’t do anything about it unless we get out of
here.  And since I’m not back to my usual self, that may not be such an easy
undertaking.”’

His words suddenly made Lois remember her stolen tools, and she gave Clark’s
hand a soft squeeze before turning and limping slowly over to the cot.  “I
might be able to help with that.”

Carefully lowering herself onto the cot, she moved the pillow to reveal the
shiny silver objects she’d stashed there.  Clark’s brow creased and he
stepped forward to take a closer look.  “What is it?”

“Tweezers and clippers that I lifted from the bathroom drawer,” Lois
explained in a whisper in the event that they were being overheard.  She
gave him a smile that reflected a hint of her usual spirit.  “See?  Instead
of giving me those ‘Lois, what insane things are you planning’ looks before
you left, you should’ve trusted me.  I thought that if I got out of here for
a few minutes, I might be able to find something that could help us escape,
and I did.  I think I’ll be able to use these to pick the cell lock.”

Clark grinned and shook his head.  She never ceased to amaze him.  “Lois,
you’re brilliant.  Have I ever told you that?”

She smiled back softly.  “Not in the last couple of weeks.  But thanks.  I’m
glad you noticed.”

“Once we jimmy the lock, we can escape through that window,” Clark thought
out loud, glancing over at the small window in the far corner of the
basement.  “But we’ll have to wait until after dark when Trask and his men
are asleep.  Besides, it’ll be harder for them to see us in the dark.  But
on the other hand, it’ll be hard for *us* to see, too, so it may be risky.
We could get really lost in these woods.”

“I don’t care,” Lois told him as she leaned back against the wall, worn out
from her show of enthusiasm.  “Any place is better than here.”

“I agree.”

It was quiet in the cell as Lois reached for the pillow back and set it back
on top of the tools.  Then she looked up to see Clark studying her
seriously.

“How are *you* feeling, Lois?” he asked quietly as he turned and sat down
carefully beside her.  He took in the pallor to her cheeks and the dullness
behind her eyes and reached out to wrap her more tightly in the blanket
hanging around her shoulders.  “You look a lot more pale than when I left.”

Lois swallowed and looked away from his intense gaze.  He could always tell
from the look in her eyes when she wasn’t being truthful with him.  “I’ll be
okay,” she answered quietly.  “I’m just trying not to think about it.”

Clark reached out and tipped her chin back up so she was forced to look at
him again.  His brow furrowed as he studied her, and he lifted his hand to
press it against her cheek.  His concern deepened when he realized how warm
she felt.  “Lois,” he began, his voice reflected his concern.

“I know, I’m a little warm,” she interjected.  “But Clark, I’ll be fine.
Honestly, you worry too much.”  She forced a smile, hoping to reassure him,
but she could tell from the worry in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it.

“Well, at least you should rest for a while,” he insisted, scooting over to
the end of the cot and gesturing for her to lift her feet up.  When she did,
he reached out for her and gently guided her down so she was lying on the
cot with her head pillowed on his lap.

She closed her eyes as he started to run his fingers through her hair
soothingly.  Opening one eye just enough to peer up at him, she asked
quietly, “Who do you think Garrison was talking about when he mentioned ‘the
boss’?”

Clark let his breath out slowly.  “I don’t know, but it was obvious from
their conversation that that Garrison guy and Manny aren’t in this by
themselves.  They made it sound like the whole thing’s being orchestrated by
someone else.”

“Trask?”

But Clark shook his head.  “I don’t think so.  Trask’s clearly too
preoccupied with his whole alien invasion garbage to deal with overseeing
the planting of a virus.  Besides, what would he stand to gain from it?”

Lois’ brow wrinkled.  “So who’s behind it then?”

“I don’t know, but this just gives us one more reason to try to get out of
here as quickly as possible,” Clark said matter of factly.  “We need to get
back to the Planet and figure out what’s going on with this virus, and find
someone who can help us stop it.”

“It sounds like somebody’s already trying, though,” Lois reminded him.
“Didn’t Manny say that there were people in his cubicle talking about it?”

“Yeah, but I’m willing to bet they could use all the help they could get.
Any information we can give them might help them figure out how to find it
and get it off the system.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Clark trailed a finger down her cheek tenderly, then resumed stroking her
hair.  “So let’s plan on getting out of here tonight after dark.  We can
wait it out until then.  Then, when we feel the time’s right, we’ll pick the
cell door’s lock and go out through the window.  Once we’re out, we’ll
decide where to go from there.”

Lois nodded.  “It’ll work.  It has to.”  When Clark nodded at her with more
reassurance than he felt, she closed her eyes again and turned over slightly
on the cot to get more comfortable, her head still resting heavily in his
lap.  Minutes later, Clark heard her breathing slow and deepen, indicating
to him that she was finally asleep.

He stared down at her for a long time as he continued to run his fingers
through her hair, the nearly overwhelming concern for her nagging at him
more insistently as the minutes crept by.  It was obvious to him that she
wasn’t doing well, and that being hungry, cold and hurt was finally starting
to take its toll on her.  But what worried him even more was the fever she
was starting to run.  He knew that a fever could mean an infection, and,
judging from how haphazardly the nasty gash on her thigh had been attended
to, he suspected it could be the cause.  And if it was, he knew that she was
going to need some antibiotics and immediate medical attention.  Or maybe
the fever was a reaction to medication she’d been given while she was
unconscious, and she was starting to show a severe reaction toward it…

Quickly, he shook his head, trying to push the thought out of his head.
That was definitely a possibility he didn’t want to consider.

Leaning his head back against the wall, he closed his own eyes wearily.  It
had been a long day, and Lois wasn’t the only one who was starting to feel
the effects of Trask’s treatment.  His own ribs ached and his jaw was sore
from where he’d been punched during his last interrogation session.  His
stomach rumbled from the unfamiliar pang of hunger, and he still felt the
slow, dull ache from the effects of the Kryptonite in his system.  He was
definitely going to have to see Dr. Klein as soon after their escape as
possible to see if he could counteract the effects of the injection.  Surely
Dr. Klein could mix together something that would help his system return to
normal.

Lois stirred, and Clark opened his eyes and looked down at her.  She seemed
restless, uncomfortable.  He moved his hand to her arm and rubbed it gently
in an attempt to soothe her, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she
seemed to quiet at his touch.

Fortunately, Trask and his men didn’t reappear for several hours, so Clark
spent his energy keeping a watchful eye on Lois the rest of the afternoon.
He did his best not to let it show how truly worried he was about her, and
tried to keep her spirits up.  But as the afternoon wore on, it became
obvious that that Lois' pain was increasing.  She was clearly doing her best
to mask it so he wouldn’t worry, but as the time passed, the tears in her
eyes and the pinched look of pain on her face gave her away.  Finally she
gave in to the tears she’d been fighting back for hours and crumbled into
Clark’s arms, wetting his shirt with her tears.

He enveloped her in his arms and resorted to the age-old comfort of rocking
as he did his best to console her, speaking quiet, soothing words of
reassurance.  His own heart ached for her as he desperately wished he had
some medication to give her that would give her some relief.  Finally she
fell asleep in his arms, and he thankfully rested his chin on the top of her
head, grateful that she could escape for a while in sleep.

As he kept her firmly wrapped in his arms, he offered up a silent prayer for
the night to hurry up and come.  He didn’t know just how much more of the
pain she could bear.

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

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This is an incredible universe that you have created, Jenni. I am enjoying
this book as much as I did Book I.

I enjoy your use of humor when the characters are facing difficult times.
You have created a core of characters so similar to the show, yet different
enough to be seen in a different light.

Please keep up the excellent work... and thanks for letting us off the
cliff-hanger hook ;)

Lara
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"This was delivered to the Kents?"  Henderson examined the package
Superman handed him.

"Yes.  Lois found it, but she called me rather than opening it."

Henderson shook his head.  "I'll never understand how she does it.  The
Kents aren't the only ones who got one of these in the last couple of
days, but theirs is the only unopened one."  He punched a button on his
intercom.  "Hannigan, get in here!"

"Other people have gotten them?"

Henderson nodded.  "The first one was delivered day before yesterday."

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

When Clark arrived at 348 Hyperion Ave. some twenty minutes later, the
first thing of which he became aware was the fact that Lois had a
visitor.  Sonya Bradshaw, their neighbor, was sitting on the sofa, a
package similar to the one he had just delivered to Inspector Henderson
lying open on the coffee table in front of her.  Lois was seated in the
smaller armchair with CJ in her lap.

"Clark, just after you left, Sonya brought over a package like the one
we got," Lois began, as he walked into the room.  "Tell him about it,
Sonya."

The woman held up the contents.  "It was addressed to Gary, but since he
wasn't home I opened it.  I don't understand this."

Clark walked forward and removed the piece of cardboard from her hands.
The word "BOOM", printed in black, magic marker stood out in sharp
contrast to the white cardboard.

"I met Superman on the way," he told Lois.  "He took our package on to
the police for us.  He told me that two other people received these in
the last couple of days.  One was the man who's office in the Trade
Tower was blown up today.  The other was a business manager for
ZalTech."  He turned to Sonya, holding the note carefully by one
corner.  "You should call the police right away, Sonya.  This is a
threat to your husband that needs to be taken seriously."

Sonya looked hesitant.  "Are you sure, Clark?  I mean, if there's real
danger, I suppose I probably should, but how will it look to have a
police car sitting in our driveway?  What will the neighbors think?"

"Does it matter?" Lois asked.  "Sonya, a man who received one of these
notes was very nearly killed today.  Next time it could be your
husband!"

Sonya hesitated.  "I guess so.  I suppose I should.   I guess I could
ask them to send an unmarked car."

Clark resisted the urge to shake his head.  "If you like I'll take it to
them for you.  Then, if they want to talk to you, they can call you or
Gary."

"Would you?"  Sonya looked relieved.  "I know it's silly, but I don't
really want to..."

"Sure."  Clark reached for the phone.  "Just let me give Henderson a
call."

A few minutes later, after Sonya had left, Lois went to the freezer,
intending to remove two TV dinners.  Clark's voice stopped her.

"I'll drop this thing off with Henderson, then fly over to Italy and
pick us up something, all right?  Why don't you just sit down, put your
feet up and relax?"

"Are you sure, Clark?"

He put his arms around her from behind.  "Of course I am.  Nothing is
too good for the mother of my baby.  Besides, things have been just a
little strange, tonight."

"Kent, has anyone ever told you that you're really good at
understatements?"

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

Some four hours later, Lois was getting awkwardly into bed.  She could
hear Clark brushing his teeth in the bathroom, and the sounds of CJ
snuffling softly as he slept in his room across the hall.  Slowly, she
arranged the pillows for maximum support and reached for the magazine on
her nightstand.

The water shut off in the bathroom and a moment later Clark slid into
the bed.  "Man, what an evening!  Are you okay, honey?"

"I guess so.  What do you suppose is going on, Clark?"

He didn't pretend to misunderstand her.  "I don't know.  If we can find
the ‘Al' Bobby mentioned, maybe we can find out.  What I'd like to know
is how that robbery fits into this."

"Maybe it doesn't.  Maybe somebody just saw an opportunity and took it."

"That's possible.  But what do we, Gary Bradshaw, a business executive
for Morris Chemicals, and another one from ZalTech have in common?  I
never heard of most of these people before."

"I don't know.  I guess we're in for some research tomorrow.  Or Jimmy
is."  She broke off as the phone rang.  "Who'd be calling at this hour?"

"Good question."  Clark reached for the phone.  "Hello?"  He listened
for a moment.  "Just a minute, Alice, slow down.  You say that you came
back to Perry's after a date and there was a package in his mailbox?"

Lois pushed herself up.  "Is that Alice White?"

He nodded.  "Have you opened it?"  Again he listened.  "Okay, listen, I
want you to call Inspector Henderson at Police Headquarters.  If he's
not in, leave him a message.  You were right to call.  Good.  No problem
at all.  ‘Bye."

"Perry got one, too?" Lois asked as he hung up.

Clark looked grim.  "Yes.  ‘Boom'.  Perry thought it was a prank and was
just going to throw it away, but Alice stuck it in her purse."

"Good for her.  Should we talk to Perry, do you think?"

"She's calling the police," Clark said, "but I think we should,
tomorrow.  Whatever's happening is serious, that's for sure..."

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

Lois pulled the silver Jeep into a parking space a short distance from
the Daily Planet.  Clark glanced out the window doubtfully.  A slow
drizzle was drifting down this morning from an overcast sky, and a light
but steady breeze spattered tiny drops against the windshield.  All in
all, the prospect was not particularly inviting.

"Are you sure you don't want to park in the underground lot this
morning, Lois?" he asked her.  "We're going to get a little wet."

She shook her head with determination.  "Not on your life.  The last
time we parked there, Mayor Burns tried to blow up the Jeep."

"Lois, Madeline Burns is in prison, upstate.  I don't think it's likely
that..."

"Forget it.  That place gives me the creeps.  You can dry us out with
your heat vision once we're in the elevator."  She opened her door.  At
once the car beeped, reminding her that she had forgotten to remove her
keys from the ignition.  Clark clapped his hands over his ears.

"Ow!"

"Oops."  Lois recovered her keys.  "Sorry."

Clark grimaced, removing his hands.  "We've got to get that thing
replaced."

"Why?  It sounds okay to me."

He shook his head.  "Trust me, it's not.  Something's happened to it.
It's developed the most annoying, subsonic grating noise I ever heard.
Like somebody scratching his fingernails on a chalkboard.  I first
noticed it day before yesterday.  It's got to go before it deafens me."

  "How will we explain it?" she objected.  "Nobody's going to hear it
but Superman."

Clark pulled CJ from his car seat and closed the rear door.  "Then we'll
tell them Superman said it sounded like something was wrong with it."

"I think I'll let you do it," Lois said.  "Come on, let's hurry!"

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

"So, you got one, too?"  Perry was frowning thoughtfully as Lois and
Clark finished their description of the events of the previous evening.

"Yeah.  So did our neighbor and two other business executives." Lois
said.  "One of them was the guy whose office in the Trade Tower blew up
yesterday."

"Huh!  Sounds like Metropolis's got some kind o' nutcase with a grudge.
Did Superman say if there'd been any demands or anything?"

Clark shook his head.  "Just the notes."

Perry grunted.  "Great shades of Elvis, what's the world comin' to?
Okay, thanks for the warning.  I'll watch my step.  Now, what have you
two got goin' this morning?"

"Well, we're still trying to get hold of yesterday's victim," Lois
said.  "His name is Raul Burma.  He works for ZalTech.  He's some kind
of company liason with the Trade Association or something, with an
office in the Trade Tower.  So far we haven't had much luck, but we'll
keep trying.  And Jimmy's trying to locate this Al Tamberg for us.  If
we could talk to him, he might be able to help."

An hour later, Clark set down his phone with exaggerated care.  "Let's
see," he said to Lois.  "I've spoken to three different secretaries and
two public relations spokespersons, and have been sitting on hold for a
total of fifty-two minutes.  I was just switched back to the first guy
again.  Now, if I was the suspicious sort, I'd think I was being given
the runaround."

Lois put down her phone as well.  "I think," she said, "that their music
selection should be reported to the Department of Public Health.  It's
guaranteed to give you a raging headache.  I..."  She broke off as she
saw him lift his head in a familiar way.  "Go."

Clark rose and strode quickly toward the ramp.  Perry, coming across the
newsroom toward Lois's desk, didn't even glance around as he went past,
but Ralph jumped to his feet.

"Hey, Kent!  Wait up!"

Clark never slowed his stride.  Ralph half-sprinted after him.  "Kent,
wait!  Oops!"

"Judas Priest, Ralph!"  Perry jumped back to avoid the man as he
sprawled full length on the floor.  "Watch where you put your feet!"

Lois frowned at the sight of Ralph scrambling awkwardly upright.  Had
she really seen Perry stick out a foot as he went past?  Clark had
vanished during the confusion, she noted.  Nah, Perry wouldn't have done
that.  It must have been her imagination.

She turned as the monitors came on suddenly, to show the Lexor Hotel and
a muscular figure in red and blue as it zipped through the demolished
wall of the Twentieth Floor, where the Honeymoon Suite had once been.

Perry was standing beside her as she looked back.  He nodded at the
monitors.  "Think that's our boy again?"

"Could be," Lois said.  "It would be an awful coincidence to have two
bombers in the city at the same time."

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

"Building Security got a call about ten minutes before the explosion,
again," Clark was saying, two hours later.  "A few guests were hurt, but
nobody was killed."

"That's kind of strange," Lois said.  "If they first threaten somebody,
why would they warn them just before the explosion?  Whoever is doing
this probably isn't targeting the buildings, so why warn the victims?
It kind of negates the whole point.  If our bomber is just trying to
scare people, he's sure picked a complicated way to do it."

"I know what you mean.  The people in the Honeymoon Suite were John
Grandle, the guy who got the second note, and his new wife.  He and his
bride were on the first day of their honeymoon,  and they got out before
the bomb went off, fortunately.  Oh, and Flanagan's Irish Pizza Shoppe,
just down the block, was cleaned out at the same time."

"Weird," Lois said.  "None of it seems to make much sense.  I just can't
see someone going to that much effort to rob a pizza parlor."

"Me, either."

"Uh, guys?"  Jimmy hurried up to them, several sheets of computer
printout trailing from one hand.  "I think I've got your guy.  Al
Tamberg?  He works for Metropolis Total Landscape Designs.  They're a
firm that gets a lot of contracts from the City.  He's a gardener."

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

continued in part 4
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Sorry.  Use this version of part 3 rather than the other one.  That was
somehow my older, unedited version.  This one is the newest one.

Nan
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In a message dated 1/24/00 3:26:27 PM Pacific Standard Time,
deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:

<< This one *is* my newest, Kate.  I'll be submitting it to the Archive
shortly.
 All my other stories, except for two which will be there shortly, are
already on
 the Archive, under my name.
  >>
Nan, thanks for the quick reply.
I'm sorry, I didn't make myself very clear :)  I know this is your newest
story, but I was wondering if there was anywhere to get it in it's entirety,
rather than through email parts (some authors have that option, and I was
just checking <g>).   But, I'm also too anxious to wait for the archive so I
will cut and paste...
Kate
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In a message dated 01/24/2000 6:51:14 PM Eastern Standard Time,
erink@IDA.NET
writes:

<< You and Nan and Wendy
 must be planning on taking over the 2001 Kerths single-handedly! <g> >>

Hey, don't forget Irene!!

--Laurie (Irene's #1 fan)
(guaranteed to embarass her once again <g>)
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I'm afraid not, at least yet.  Tara is putting together a website for me,
but
it's slow going because they've got her working 9 and 10-hour days, then she
has
college in the evening.

When you cut an paste, be sure you use the second Part 3 that I just posted.
The first one is the unedited one, and leaves out a moderately important
detail
that i put in later while editing.

Nan

Kate Crane wrote:

> In a message dated 1/24/00 3:26:27 PM Pacific Standard Time,
> deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:
>
> << This one *is* my newest, Kate.  I'll be submitting it to the Archive
> shortly.
>  All my other stories, except for two which will be there shortly, are
> already on
>  the Archive, under my name.
>   >>
> Nan, thanks for the quick reply.
> I'm sorry, I didn't make myself very clear :)  I know this is your newest
> story, but I was wondering if there was anywhere to get it in it's
entirety,
> rather than through email parts (some authors have that option, and I was
> just checking <g>).   But, I'm also too anxious to wait for the archive so
I
> will cut and paste...
> Kate
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--- No Name Available <Larus2407@AOL.COM> wrote:
> In a message dated 01/24/2000 6:51:14 PM Eastern
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>
> << You and Nan and Wendy
>  must be planning on taking over the 2001 Kerths
> single-handedly! <g> >>
>
> Hey, don't forget Irene!!
>
> --Laurie (Irene's #1 fan)
> (guaranteed to embarass her once again <g>)

Yep, you embarrassed me all right.

Thanks, Laurie.

Irene
>

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I received this from the Project Censored alert list and it made me think of
the Smallville paper Clark worked on. One wonders if some giant conglomerate
might want to try to buy it and how CK would react...

         --Debby, Debby@swcp.com

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Censored Alerts are brought to you from Project Censored at Sonoma State
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news stories from alternative, i.e. REAL news, sources. These stories have
been censored or under-covered in the U.S. corporate media.

The Selling of Small Town America Newspapers
Source: The Washington Spectator, June 15, 1999
Author: Mary Walton

         Half of all the "hometown newspapers" - dailies with a circulation
of less than 13,000 - remain caught in a "selling spree" in which 70
percent have changed owners since 1994, some more than once.
         The American Journalism Review (AJR) reports that "there are 1,489
daily newspapers nationwide and they are changing hands at a dizzying
clip." In addition, the AJR reports that from 1994 to 1998 there were 545
transactions, and in 183 of those transactions the same paper was turned
over to a new owner a second, a third or even a fourth time.
         Often the new owners retain publishers. Papers like the Community
Newspaper Holdings, Inc., of Birmingham, AL, also keep their names off the
masthead. As a result, small-town leaders may be only dimly aware that the
rampant "chain-store" phenomenon has claimed yet another local enterprise -
their newspaper.
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Oh Erin, more please-You can't leave us hanging like this for long!!  My
heart is aching for both Clark and Lois!!

Lori

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The Darkest Hour (Before the Dawn)
by Erin Klingler
erink@ida.net
part 22

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When Lois woke up a while later, she opened her eyes experimentally and
blinked a couple of times to clear her vision.  In a rush, the gravity of
her situation came flooding back to her, and she closed her eyes again with
a weary sigh.

What were they going to do?  If they didn't do something soon to get out of
there, she had no doubt Trask would kill them.

Feeling achy and stiff all over, she sat up slowly and drew the blanket
around her shoulders, still feeling chilled.  She reached up to rub her
throbbing temples, and when she touched her face, she realized how warm her
cheeks felt.  Concerned, she turned her palms over and pressed the backside
of her hand against her cheeks.  *Great,* she thought with a shake of her
head.  *I must be getting a fever.  All the more reason to make sure we get
out of here as quickly as possible.*

But before she could mull over an escape plan in her mind, the sound of
footsteps on the stairs made her heart race.  Then the heavy metal door
banged open, and two of Trask's men appeared in the doorway, with Clark
supported in between them.

With the blanket still around her shoulders, Lois quickly rose to her feet,
ignoring her own aches and pains when she saw the ragged condition Clark was
in.  His face was alarmingly pale and his hair tousled, and a new bruise was
starting to show on his jaw.  She hurried toward the cell door.  "Clark!
Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, Lois, I'm alright," he told her as the men unlocked the cell
and shoved him roughly inside.  He stumbled forward into the cell and nearly
fell, but Lois quickly reached out and caught him, doing her best to support
him as he regained his balance.

 When he righted himself, Lois put her arms around him and nestled her face
in his chest as she hugged him tightly, thankful that he was still alive,
even if he wasn't in the best of conditions.  Clark winced at the pressure
of her arms tightening around him, and she quickly let him go.

"Oh, Clark, I'm sorry.  Are you okay?" she asked in concern as she took a
step backward to better see him.  She reached up to gently touch the
coloring skin along his jaw.  "What did they do to you up there?"

"Whatever Trask told them to," he told her quietly, consciously trying to
straighten up without flinching.  "But honestly, I'm okay, Lois.  I'm sure I
look worse than I feel."

"Well, you're going to feel even worse if you don't start giving Trask
whatever answers it is he's looking for," the gruff voice of one of the men
interrupted as he swung the cell door shut with a clang.  "I'm sure I'll be
back for one of you before too long, so you might want to decide if whatever
information he wants is really worth clamming up about before Trask decides
to have another go at you."

Clark turned to glare at the man, and something in his look startled Lois.
At first, she couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly, but then it
came to her.  It was the all-too-familiar menacing look that Superman often
gave his captured criminals.

As Trask's men stepped back from the cell door and started to argue about
whether or not Trask wanted them to stand guard, Lois found herself
transfixed by Clark, unable to pull her eyes off his face.

Even though he was still wearing his glasses, she found herself able to
connect Clark with Superman for the very first time, if only through
something as simple as a look.  *They really are the same person,* Lois
thought in surprise, though she knew she shouldn't be surprised at all.
After all, she'd been there to witness his reaction to the Kryptonite, and
they'd already had several discussions about it.  But somehow, seeing it for
herself all of a sudden suddenly made it seem for real, more tangible.  And
it scared her all over again.

*Why hadn't I been able to connect the two before this?* she couldn't help
wondering.  *Me, of all people, should've known enough to.  I've flown in
the arms of his superhero counterpart countless times, even kissed them both
on several different occasions.  And shouldn't I have been able to tell by
something as intimate as a kiss that they were one and the same person?*

Now that she was looking for it, she could clearly see the similarities
between the two men in Clark's face.  They were so obvious!  She wanted to
kick herself for not noticing the little telltale facial expressions and
gestures that would've been impossible to fake, like the twitching muscle in
his jaw when he was upset, as it was doing now.  She'd seen that when he'd
been dressed as Clark, as well as when he was Superman.  And that steely,
stern look.  Could glasses really have hidden that?  Apparently they had,
because she'd been fooled along with the rest of the world for the last two
years.

Clark seemed to sense her looking at him, and he turned back to find her
staring at him intently.  "Lois?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"What is it?"

"Oh, um, nothing," she muttered, embarrassed to be caught staring at him as
if he were a specimen under a microscope.  "I was just-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the basement door banged open again,
and Lois quickly tore her gaze from Clark's and looked over her shoulder to
see an unfamiliar dark-haired, burly man walking into the room.  He
immediately caught Lois' attention with the air of confidence with which he
walked, and from the way the men backed off from the cell as he approached.
It was obvious to her that he was somebody in charge.

As he drew closer, he spoke to the men.  "Trask wants you guys upstairs.  He
has something for you to do."

They nodded obediently, then turned to leave.  As they were walking out the
door, another man appeared, and instantly Clark stiffened.  Lois felt him
stiffen beside her, and she quickly turned to see what had upset him.  Her
eyes widened when she saw who had just come in.

"Manny!" Lois exclaimed, unable to hide her surprise.

He smirked at them as he walked up to the burly man, whose face deepened
into an unhappy scowl when he saw him.  "Manny, what are you doing here?
You're supposed to be finishing up at the Planet."

"I have to talk to you about that," Manny said uncomfortably.  But before he
continued, he nodded at Lois and Clark.  "Did Trask get any information out
of them?"

"About what?" Garrison snorted.  "Superman being some advance man for an
alien invasion?  Give me a break.  Let's just stick to the plan and our
butts will be covered.  Is everything on schedule at the Planet?"

"Um, that's something I need to talk to you about," Manny told him as he
shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other.  Then he turned
toward the room's door, and Garrison quickly followed.

"What's going on?" Garrison asked with concern as they stopped just before
reaching the basement door.  "Did you get the virus into the Daily Planet
computers or not?"

Lois' ears immediately perked up, and she quickly glanced over at Clark, who
caught her eye and raised his eyebrows curiously.  With the pounding in her
head, she wasn't sure if she was really hearing correctly.  She quickly
gestured to her ear, silently asking Clark if he was able to use any of his
superhearing to tune into the conversation.  But he shook his head
immediately and gave his earlobe a quick tug, then raised his hands and gave
a helpless shrug.  In aggravation, Lois quickly waved her hand at him,
gesturing for him to be quiet so they could try to overhear the
conversation.

They both strained to hear Manny's quiet response.  "Yeah, I already told
you on the phone that I did," Manny told Garrison.  "But somehow that kid
Jimmy must've found out about the virus because when I went back to my
cubicle after running some errands, I discovered it was overrun with people
talking about how to find it.  I was afraid that I was about to be found
out, so I jumped ship."

"You jumped ship?!" Garrison's voice rose.  "You mean to tell me you just up
and left?  Do you realize what's at stake here?  If something fails with
Project Y2K, well, you know what the boss is capable of!  I swear, if you
blow this-"

"No, no, nothing is blown," Manny quickly reassured him.  "I got the virus
planted, and when the Planet's on-line issue goes out at midnight on New
Year's, it'll activate."

Garrison looked thoughtful for a moment.  "So what loose ends did you
 leave?"

"Just some files on my hard drive," Manny told him, trying to downplay his
actions as much as possible.  "But if anyone finds them, no one will be able
to read them.  Everything is still encoded.  They'll never figure out what
those files are."

"Good.  Then let 'em find it," Garrison said, sounding relieved.  "As long
as everything is still on track, we can go about our business."

Manny glanced over at Lois and Clark, who quickly tried to look as if they
hadn't overheard.  "So what about them?"

"Who cares," Garrison grumbled.  "With them locked up, we don't need to
worry about them doing any poking around."

"And what about Superman?" Manny asked.

Garrison smirked pointedly at Clark, then turned back to Manny.  "Let's just
say he's out of the picture.  We don't have a thing to worry about."

They turned to leave the room, shutting the door with a loud 'bang' behind
them.  When the sound of Garrison and Manny's retreating footsteps reached
their ears, Lois breathed a sigh of relief that they were finally alone.
Turning to Clark, she tried to ignore her intensifying headache brought
about by the level of concentration she'd had to use while listening in.  "A
virus at the Planet?  What's it supposed to do?"

Clark shook his head, clearly as confused as Lois.  "I have no idea.  But if
it's something set to go out with the first on-line issue of the Planet,
that would mean hundreds of thousands of people's systems could be affected
by it."

"Not to mention all the other systems that come into contact with those
people's systems," Lois pointed out quietly as she reached up to rub one of
her throbbing temples.  "If it's a really destructive virus, it could wipe
out the Planet's computers, as well as all the ones the Planet's systems are
linked to--"

"Which include the systems of corporations around the world," Clark finished
for her.  "I know.  But we can't do anything about it unless we get out of
here.  And since I'm not back to my usual self, that may not be such an easy
undertaking."'

His words suddenly made Lois remember her stolen tools, and she gave Clark's
hand a soft squeeze before turning and limping slowly over to the cot.  "I
might be able to help with that."

Carefully lowering herself onto the cot, she moved the pillow to reveal the
shiny silver objects she'd stashed there.  Clark's brow creased and he
stepped forward to take a closer look.  "What is it?"

"Tweezers and clippers that I lifted from the bathroom drawer," Lois
explained in a whisper in the event that they were being overheard.  She
gave him a smile that reflected a hint of her usual spirit.  "See?  Instead
of giving me those 'Lois, what insane things are you planning' looks before
you left, you should've trusted me.  I thought that if I got out of here for
a few minutes, I might be able to find something that could help us escape,
and I did.  I think I'll be able to use these to pick the cell lock."

Clark grinned and shook his head.  She never ceased to amaze him.  "Lois,
you're brilliant.  Have I ever told you that?"

She smiled back softly.  "Not in the last couple of weeks.  But thanks.  I'm
glad you noticed."

"Once we jimmy the lock, we can escape through that window," Clark thought
out loud, glancing over at the small window in the far corner of the
basement.  "But we'll have to wait until after dark when Trask and his men
are asleep.  Besides, it'll be harder for them to see us in the dark.  But
on the other hand, it'll be hard for *us* to see, too, so it may be risky.
We could get really lost in these woods."

"I don't care," Lois told him as she leaned back against the wall, worn out
from her show of enthusiasm.  "Any place is better than here."

"I agree."

It was quiet in the cell as Lois reached for the pillow back and set it back
on top of the tools.  Then she looked up to see Clark studying her
seriously.

"How are *you* feeling, Lois?" he asked quietly as he turned and sat down
carefully beside her.  He took in the pallor to her cheeks and the dullness
behind her eyes and reached out to wrap her more tightly in the blanket
hanging around her shoulders.  "You look a lot more pale than when I left."

Lois swallowed and looked away from his intense gaze.  He could always tell
from the look in her eyes when she wasn't being truthful with him.  "I'll be
okay," she answered quietly.  "I'm just trying not to think about it."

Clark reached out and tipped her chin back up so she was forced to look at
him again.  His brow furrowed as he studied her, and he lifted his hand to
press it against her cheek.  His concern deepened when he realized how warm
she felt.  "Lois," he began, his voice reflected his concern.

"I know, I'm a little warm," she interjected.  "But Clark, I'll be fine.
Honestly, you worry too much."  She forced a smile, hoping to reassure him,
but she could tell from the worry in his eyes that he wasn't buying it.

"Well, at least you should rest for a while," he insisted, scooting over to
the end of the cot and gesturing for her to lift her feet up.  When she did,
he reached out for her and gently guided her down so she was lying on the
cot with her head pillowed on his lap.

She closed her eyes as he started to run his fingers through her hair
soothingly.  Opening one eye just enough to peer up at him, she asked
quietly, "Who do you think Garrison was talking about when he mentioned 'the
boss'?"

Clark let his breath out slowly.  "I don't know, but it was obvious from
their conversation that that Garrison guy and Manny aren't in this by
themselves.  They made it sound like the whole thing's being orchestrated by
someone else."

"Trask?"

But Clark shook his head.  "I don't think so.  Trask's clearly too
preoccupied with his whole alien invasion garbage to deal with overseeing
the planting of a virus.  Besides, what would he stand to gain from it?"

Lois' brow wrinkled.  "So who's behind it then?"

"I don't know, but this just gives us one more reason to try to get out of
here as quickly as possible," Clark said matter of factly.  "We need to get
back to the Planet and figure out what's going on with this virus, and find
someone who can help us stop it."

"It sounds like somebody's already trying, though," Lois reminded him.
"Didn't Manny say that there were people in his cubicle talking about it?"

"Yeah, but I'm willing to bet they could use all the help they could get.
Any information we can give them might help them figure out how to find it
and get it off the system."

"I guess you're right."

Clark trailed a finger down her cheek tenderly, then resumed stroking her
hair.  "So let's plan on getting out of here tonight after dark.  We can
wait it out until then.  Then, when we feel the time's right, we'll pick the
cell door's lock and go out through the window.  Once we're out, we'll
decide where to go from there."

Lois nodded.  "It'll work.  It has to."  When Clark nodded at her with more
reassurance than he felt, she closed her eyes again and turned over slightly
on the cot to get more comfortable, her head still resting heavily in his
lap.  Minutes later, Clark heard her breathing slow and deepen, indicating
to him that she was finally asleep.

He stared down at her for a long time as he continued to run his fingers
through her hair, the nearly overwhelming concern for her nagging at him
more insistently as the minutes crept by.  It was obvious to him that she
wasn't doing well, and that being hungry, cold and hurt was finally starting
to take its toll on her.  But what worried him even more was the fever she
was starting to run.  He knew that a fever could mean an infection, and,
judging from how haphazardly the nasty gash on her thigh had been attended
to, he suspected it could be the cause.  And if it was, he knew that she was
going to need some antibiotics and immediate medical attention.  Or maybe
the fever was a reaction to medication she'd been given while she was
unconscious, and she was starting to show a severe reaction toward it?

Quickly, he shook his head, trying to push the thought out of his head.
That was definitely a possibility he didn't want to consider.

Leaning his head back against the wall, he closed his own eyes wearily.  It
had been a long day, and Lois wasn't the only one who was starting to feel
the effects of Trask's treatment.  His own ribs ached and his jaw was sore
from where he'd been punched during his last interrogation session.  His
stomach rumbled from the unfamiliar pang of hunger, and he still felt the
slow, dull ache from the effects of the Kryptonite in his system.  He was
definitely going to have to see Dr. Klein as soon after their escape as
possible to see if he could counteract the effects of the injection.  Surely
Dr. Klein could mix together something that would help his system return to
normal.

Lois stirred, and Clark opened his eyes and looked down at her.  She seemed
restless, uncomfortable.  He moved his hand to her arm and rubbed it gently
in an attempt to soothe her, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she
seemed to quiet at his touch.

Fortunately, Trask and his men didn't reappear for several hours, so Clark
spent his energy keeping a watchful eye on Lois the rest of the afternoon.
He did his best not to let it show how truly worried he was about her, and
tried to keep her spirits up.  But as the afternoon wore on, it became
obvious that that Lois' pain was increasing.  She was clearly doing her best
to mask it so he wouldn't worry, but as the time passed, the tears in her
eyes and the pinched look of pain on her face gave her away.  Finally she
gave in to the tears she'd been fighting back for hours and crumbled into
Clark's arms, wetting his shirt with her tears.

He enveloped her in his arms and resorted to the age-old comfort of rocking
as he did his best to console her, speaking quiet, soothing words of
reassurance.  His own heart ached for her as he desperately wished he had
some medication to give her that would give her some relief.  Finally she
fell asleep in his arms, and he thankfully rested his chin on the top of her
head, grateful that she could escape for a while in sleep.

As he kept her firmly wrapped in his arms, he offered up a silent prayer for
the night to hurry up and come.  He didn't know just how much more of the
pain she could bear.

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Erin  :)
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In a message dated 1/24/00 10:53:49 AM EST, labrat@STARLABS.FSNET.CO.UK
writes:

<< LabRat (breaks out into a cold sweat at the thought of her massive 'to
read'
 folder, clearing space on her calendar, ordering more Prozac for Max, and
 locking herself in the office with a stack of chocolate and Pepsi for a
 readathon......don't you just love this time of year? <G>)
  >>

LOL! I wish I could do that but I have a thing called college to worry
about!
  I also have a story that I have to have written out in the next couple of
weeks!  I am trying to break away from writing about Lois and Clark which is
becoming a bit of a challenge.  This nfic I'm working on has been going on
for almost a year (come this July)  and now i have to get a short story (not
based on Lois and Clark because i need to expand my horizons...lol) done
within 2 weeks!!! I will definately be needing the Pepsi but for a whole
different reason....OY!

Alexis ;-.)
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Hey y'all.  Since the quiz started, I've been trying to print off the
stories to read, but for some of them I lose the end of each  line unless I
reduce the print size so small that it's really difficult for me to read
even with my magninifying glass.  Can anybody suggest a way for me to fix
this problem. I'm operating with Windows 98.  Thanks for any help.  Jude
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Hi, everybody.  I'm searching for a 'fic that I thought I orginally read =
from the archive.

The story line has Superman (Kal-El?) in a relationship with Lois (not =
Zoomway's story, though I enjoyed it alot too ;)

I seem to remember a line from Clark (to Lois) say something like "I =
lost my virginity to you" as a different sort of revelation ;) (I'm =
almost positive I read this from the archive so it not nfic, I think)

Thanks for any/all help!

tim

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Ok, those of you who are on the msg boards as well as the list, here, know
that the responses have wandered a little ot (ok, maybe they've wandered al=
l
over the cosmos!  So what!  It's funny! :)  Well, anyways, let me know what
you think ok?

Henceforth I will be labelling the parts (ex: Threads of Confusion (x/?)
Metropolis or Voyager) out of consideration to those of you who do not like
Star Trek but are willing to read the Metropolis parts.

Threads of Confusion part 2

Kathryn Janeway brushed sweat out of her face as she measured off the
distance between herself and her opponent. She threw a challenging grin at
her opponent as she took a step backwards behind the white line and hefted
her chosen weapon in her right hand. In one smooth practiced motion, she
threw the ball up in the air and expertly served. The tennis ball arched
gracefully over the net to bounce off the ground in front of Seven of Nine.

Seven gracefully stepped to one side and swung her racquet, returning the
ball to Janeway. The ball shot back and forth over the net for several
minutes before it landed just outside the white line on Janeway=92s side of
the court.

=93Point,=94 Janeway said, =93and game.=94

Seven watched as the captain retrieved the ball. She, too, was sweating,
showing the results of playing tennis for the past two hours. =93Another ga=
me,
Captain?=94

Janeway mopped sweat off of her forehead with a towel that had been lying
off to one side of the court. =93No thanks, Seven. I think I=92d better qui=
t
while I=92m ahead.=94

=93Computer, end program,=94 Seven said. The tennis court and balls vanishe=
d
soundlessly, leaving the familiar grid of the holodeck. The two women exite=
d
the room.

=93Captain, wait up.=94 A familiar voice made Janeway stop and turn to allo=
w her
handsome First Officer to catch up with her. =93Good game?=94

She nodded. =93Very.=94

=93You know, tennis isn=92t the kind of game I=92d expect you to be playing=
. You
seem more like the Parises squares type.=94 Chakotay said with a smile.

Janeway flashed him a grin. =93I know. My parents made me take tennis lesso=
ns
in high school. They said it built character. Naturally I hated it.=94

Seven looked puzzled. =93Why would you hate a character building experience=
?=94

Janeway and Chakotay laughed.

=93Well, Seven, character building experiences are usually boring or
unpleasant to teenagers,=94 Janeway explained. =93Teenagers hate to be bore=
d.=94

=93I see.=94 Seven looked thoughtful.

=93Sickbay to the Captain.=94

Janeway tapped her combadge. =93Go ahead, Doctor.=94

=93Captain, we have a problem. Could you come down to sickbay?=94

Janeway and Chakotay exchanged a worried look. What kind of new problem
could have arisen now? =93We=92re on our way. Janeway out.=94

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

Janeway strode into sickbay, Chakotay and Seven of Nine a step behind her.
She spotted the Doctor immediately and went over to him. =93Well, Doctor?
What=92s the problem?=94

The Doctor was standing with his back towards the entrance to sickbay. He
and Tom Paris, the ship chief pilot and the Doctor=92s medical assistant, w=
ere
concentrating intently on something on the table between them. At the sound
of Janeway=92s voice, the Doctor turned, exposing the subject of their
scrutiny.

Captain Janeway stopped and stared at the mess on the tray. It was a green
and brown pile of decaying plants. It was in such a state of extreme
decomposition that she couldn=92t even identify what kind of plant it had
been. =93Well, Doctor?=94

=93Mr. Paris, run a microcellular scan on the plant matter,=94 he told his
medical assistant before turning away to face Captain Janeway. =93Ensign
Wildman went down to the airponics bay this morning to get some fresh fruit
for Naomi and found all of the plants in the bay in this condition.=94

=93All of them? Do you know what caused it?=94

He gave her an affronted look. =93Of course I know.=94

He activated a console and brought up an image of an insect. To Janeway it
looked like a cross between a human head louse and a millipede.

=93Nasty looking critter,=94 Chakotay commented.

=93Isn=92t it, though,=94 the Doctor agreed. He placed a leave that appeare=
d
mostly intact on a slide and placed it beneath the magnifier. The image
appeared on the screen beside the mite. =93These insects produce a toxin th=
at
breaks down the cellular integrity of the plant. As you can see, it works
extremely rapidly.=94

The three onlookers watched--two of them aghast, the other cool and
calculated--as the mites on the leaf destroyed the leaf in a matter of
seconds.

=93Where did this insect come from?=94 Chakotay asked.

=93I would assume from the spacedock. It seems to be Lonaran in origin.=94

The Doctor was referring to the space station belonging to a race they had
encountered a few weeks before. The Lonarans had been suffering from a
plague and had been quarantined by the other races in the area. No one had
been able to find a cure. Then, not knowing about this plague, Voyager had
rescued a small one-man craft with an infected Lonaran onboard. The Doctor,
assisted by Seven of Nine and Captain Janeway, had managed to find a cure
for the horrible disease. The Lonaran they had rescued had turned out to be
Saffin, the youngest daughter of the Lonaran High Chancellor. Out of
gratitude for the cure to the plague and the rescue of the High Chancellors
daughter, the Lonarans gave them free run of a spacedock orbiting their hom=
e
world.

B=92Elanna Torres, their chief engineer, had taken this rare chance to perf=
orm
repairs that could only be done in a spacedock. As a result, Voyager was in
as close to top running order as she had been since their arrival in the
Delta Quadrant five years previously.

=93Are they dangerous to the crew?=94 As always, the safety and well being =
of
her crew was Captain Janeway=92s first priority.

The Doctor shook his head. =93Not unless we have a crewmember who is a plan=
t.
These mites attack chlorophyll based plants only.=94

=93Almost all of our plants were chlorophyll based. We=92re going to have t=
o get
some new plants,=94 Chakotay told them.

=93I don=92t know how long I can survive on Neelix=92s mushroom meals,=94 J=
aneway
told her first officer wryly. Chakotay grinned at her. =93Doctor, can you
eradicate the mites on the ship?=94

=93Of course.=92

=93Good. Do it.=94 She turned to the ex-Borg. =93Seven, I need you to find =
an
uninhabited M-class planet. Preferably something not too far off course.=94

Seven nodded brusquely and strode out of sickbay.

Janeway sighed. =93Thanks were going so well. I knew it couldn=92t last.=94

She, too, turned and strode out of sickbay.

to be continued . . .

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was it "A conscious Choice" by wendy?  I remember that having a similair
theme

Alicia
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Alicia

Its been awhile since I did my search and I forgot (for shame!) about 'A
Conscious Choice' (Which is another 'fic I really enjoyed). But its not the
one I'm searching for :(.

BTW, I'm also enjoying 'Silent Fears' (and the one before... I'm blanking
right now on the name :(  I think that everything is flowing much better in
the story now.

tim

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> was it "A conscious Choice" by wendy?  I remember that having a similair
theme
>
> Alicia
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Have you tried transferring them to a word processor?

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Hey y'all.  Since the quiz started, I've been trying to print off the
stories to read, but for some of them I lose the end of each  line unless I
reduce the print size so small that it's really difficult for me to read
even with my magninifying glass.  Can anybody suggest a way for me to fix
this problem. I'm operating with Windows 98.  Thanks for any help.  Jude

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In a message dated 01/24/2000 11:45:58 PM Eastern Standard Time,
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<< Threads of Confusion part 2 >>

Um, I don't see part 1 posted to this list...

--Laurie
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On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 23:45:45 -0500 Tara Smith
<jilectan@EMAIL.COM> wrote:

> Henceforth I will be labelling the parts (ex: Threads of
> Confusion (x/?) Metropolis or Voyager) out of consideration
> to those of you who do not like Star Trek but are willing
> to read the Metropolis parts.

Thanks, Tara! I was intrigued and very interested in what
you were doing with Maggie in Part 1, but then I saw ST in
part 2 and my heart sank... as some people are aware, I'd
rather stick needles in my eyes than watch/read anything to
do with ST! ;) But I *will* look forward to the next
Metropolis section.

Wendy

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Hi Tim,

> The story line has Superman (Kal-El?) in a relationship
> with Lois (not Zoomway's story, though I enjoyed it a lot
> too ;)

On the basis of that description, I would have thought of
my 'Conscious Choice' too, but you say that isn't it. OTOH,
Dawn Field's 'What if I never left Krypton' could fit this
description too.

> I seem to remember a line from Clark (to Lois) say
> something like "I lost my virginity to you" as a different
> sort of revelation ;) (I'm almost positive I read this from
> the archive so it not nfic, I think)

But this line does seem to rule out Dawn's fic too, since
Lois knew Clark first as Kal and she created the Clark
identity.

If you find out what it is, do post it to the list because
I'd love to read it - that revelation line sounds wonderful!

Wendy

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On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 16:48:18 -0700 Erin Klingler
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> Wow!  Yvonne, you've really written that many fics???  You
> and Nan and Wendy must be planning on taking over the 2001
> Kerths single-handedly! <g>

Well, it's my firm opinion that Yvonne is the most talented
nominee *not* to win a Kerth in 1999, so... ;)

Erin, great instalments of 'Darkest Hour'. Clark must be
getting frantically worried about Lois, and of course
keeping him locked up like that ensures he doesn't get
access to any sunlight and so his powers don't come back!
What a cliffhanger you left us with!

Wendy
(who thinks Erin is planning to add to her own Kerths with
Best Villain or Dramatic Story in 2001!)

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On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 23:14:14 -0000 LabRat
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> ~~~And maybe we could have a "Author Most Likely To Be
> Posting Her Fic to Skeletons." award - just for us two. ;)
> Although I think I'd beat you to the nomination.

Hey, LabRat, this is one future skeleton who will still
want to read your fic when the time comes. :)

Wendy

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Just thought I'd respond to this e-mail.

Nan, your stories are great.  It's so good to have continuing plots
and such excellent A and B plots to top it off.
 As long as you write them, I will read them.  They are so good.

Erin, take as much time as you need to write your wonderful story.
 We'll wait even if we're in agony waiting.

Charlotte who is hitting her head against the wall
wondering how on earth she's going to survive another week or more
without the ending to Darkest hour.
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Hi, Dana,

thanks for your answer.  Many people have answered me in private
emails, and I have a very large vocabulary of terms now!

Thank you very much for adding to it.

And thanks to all of you.  This list is wonderful!

claire or klair El

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> I didn't see anyone answer the question about the name for the covering
that
> arab/muslim women wear.
>
> it's been bugging me, at first I thought it was a burnoose, but the
> dictionary says that that is just a cloak or shawl that arabs/muslims
wear.
> the one that women specifically wear is called a chador.
>
> Hope it helps
>
> dana

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Nancy,
I know I'm late again, but I used part of my ski-vacation time to catch
up on my reading and I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed "Blind
Man's Bluff"! I'm looking forward to you new story now!
Nicole
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Erin,
thank you so much for posting a new instalement of "The Darkest Hour".
When I came back from my vacation on Sunday evening, I swear my first
run was to my Computer to see if you had posted a few more parts of that
fascinating story! And during the German Folcchat the same evening we
were talking about it, too and Pitty and I were both so impatiently
waiting for a new part. The new part didn't disappoint me. They did,
what all others before them did: They make me greedy for more!
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The answers to the revelation quiz are:

Extract 1:  Lois Finds Out  -  Mobile Richard
Extract 2:  No Ordinary Man  -  Julie Gibson
Extract 3:  A Fate Worse than Death  -  Pam Jernigan
Extract 4:  Sugar and Spice  -  LabRat
Extract 5:  Ultra Matum  -  Zoomway
Extract 6:  A Conscious Choice  -  Wendy Richards
Extract 7:  Champagne Truths  -  Judith Tylke
Extract 8:  To Wake from a Dream  -  Mobile Richard
Extract 9:   It Happened One (Super) Night  -  Wendy
Richards

Congratulations to Terry for getting nine out of nine!
Irene comes second with seven out of nine; and Irene, I did
succeed in fooling you!

Felix gets six + two half points for getting story and not
author in two cases, though I should award bonus points for
*not* looking them up on the Archive <g>  (And no, I didn't
put three of mine in there!)

The next quiz will be set by my co-quiz-setter, Hazel.

Wendy

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> Felix gets six + two half points for getting story and not
> author in two cases, though I should award bonus points for
> *not* looking them up on the Archive <g>  (And no, I didn't
> put three of mine in there!)
Six plus 2 halves make seven, so I'm tied with Irene. :P

I wouldn't have been surprised if the quiz had all *nine* extracts by
Wendy; just *how* many of your 1999 stories were revelation stories? ;)

Felix

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Jude,
I have the same problem on some stories. I have windows 98 also.  I just go
back and print the last page again and for some strange reason all of it
will print then.  I know this does not solve the problem but when I'm in a
hurry, it does the trick.

Brenda
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>Hey y'all.  Since the quiz started, I've been trying to print off the
>stories to read, but for some of them I lose the end of each  line unless I
>reduce the print size so small that it's really difficult for me to read
>even with my magninifying glass.  Can anybody suggest a way for me to fix
>this problem. I'm operating with Windows 98.  Thanks for any help.  Jude
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Erin
I loved the 2 new segments - well written - good story
get your muse working and get them  out of there quickly
merry

Erin Klingler wrote:

> The Darkest Hour (Before the Dawn)
> by Erin Klingler
> erink@ida.net
> part 22
>
> ************************
>
> When Lois woke up a while later, she opened her eyes experimentally and
> blinked a couple of times to clear her vision.  In a rush, the gravity of
> her situation came flooding back to her, and she closed her eyes again
with
> a weary sigh.
>
> What were they going to do?  If they didn’t do something soon to get out
of
> there, she had no doubt Trask would kill them.
>
> Feeling achy and stiff all over, she sat up slowly and drew the blanket
> around her shoulders, still feeling chilled.  She reached up to rub her
> throbbing temples, and when she touched her face, she realized how warm
her
> cheeks felt.  Concerned, she turned her palms over and pressed the
backside
> of her hand against her cheeks.  *Great,* she thought with a shake of her
> head.  *I must be getting a fever.  All the more reason to make sure we
get
> out of here as quickly as possible.*
>
> But before she could mull over an escape plan in her mind, the sound of
> footsteps on the stairs made her heart race.  Then the heavy metal door
> banged open, and two of Trask’s men appeared in the doorway, with Clark
> supported in between them.
>
> With the blanket still around her shoulders, Lois quickly rose to her
feet,
> ignoring her own aches and pains when she saw the ragged condition Clark
was
> in.  His face was alarmingly pale and his hair tousled, and a new bruise
was
> starting to show on his jaw.  She hurried toward the cell door.  “Clark!
> Are you okay?”
>
> “Don’t worry, Lois, I’m alright,” he told her as the men unlocked the cell
> and shoved him roughly inside.  He stumbled forward into the cell and
nearly
> fell, but Lois quickly reached out and caught him, doing her best to
support
> him as he regained his balance.
>
>  When he righted himself, Lois put her arms around him and nestled her
face
> in his chest as she hugged him tightly, thankful that he was still alive,
> even if he wasn’t in the best of conditions.  Clark winced at the pressure
> of her arms tightening around him, and she quickly let him go.
>
> “Oh, Clark, I’m sorry.  Are you okay?” she asked in concern as she took a
> step backward to better see him.  She reached up to gently touch the
> coloring skin along his jaw.  “What did they do to you up there?”
>
> “Whatever Trask told them to,” he told her quietly, consciously trying to
> straighten up without flinching.  “But honestly, I’m okay, Lois.  I’m sure
I
> look worse than I feel.”
>
> “Well, you’re going to feel even worse if you don’t start giving Trask
> whatever answers it is he’s looking for,” the gruff voice of one of the
men
> interrupted as he swung the cell door shut with a clang.  “I’m sure I’ll
be
> back for one of you before too long, so you might want to decide if
whatever
> information he wants is really worth clamming up about before Trask
decides
> to have another go at you.”
>
> Clark turned to glare at the man, and something in his look startled Lois.
> At first, she couldn’t put her finger on what it was exactly, but then it
> came to her.  It was the all-too-familiar menacing look that Superman
often
> gave his captured criminals.
>
> As Trask’s men stepped back from the cell door and started to argue about
> whether or not Trask wanted them to stand guard, Lois found herself
> transfixed by Clark, unable to pull her eyes off his face.
>
> Even though he was still wearing his glasses, she found herself able to
> connect Clark with Superman for the very first time, if only through
> something as simple as a look.  *They really are the same person,* Lois
> thought in surprise, though she knew she shouldn’t be surprised at all.
> After all, she’d been there to witness his reaction to the Kryptonite, and
> they’d already had several discussions about it.  But somehow, seeing it
for
> herself all of a sudden suddenly made it seem for real, more tangible.
And
> it scared her all over again.
>
> *Why hadn’t I been able to connect the two before this?* she couldn’t help
> wondering.  *Me, of all people, should’ve known enough to.  I’ve flown in
> the arms of his superhero counterpart countless times, even kissed them
both
> on several different occasions.  And shouldn’t I have been able to tell by
> something as intimate as a kiss that they were one and the same person?*
>
> Now that she was looking for it, she could clearly see the similarities
> between the two men in Clark’s face.  They were so obvious!  She wanted to
> kick herself for not noticing the little telltale facial expressions and
> gestures that would’ve been impossible to fake, like the twitching muscle
in
> his jaw when he was upset, as it was doing now.  She’d seen that when he’d
> been dressed as Clark, as well as when he was Superman.  And that steely,
> stern look.  Could glasses really have hidden that?  Apparently they had,
> because she’d been fooled along with the rest of the world for the last
two
> years.
>
> Clark seemed to sense her looking at him, and he turned back to find her
> staring at him intently.  “Lois?” he asked, his brow furrowing in
confusion.
> “What is it?”
>
> “Oh, um, nothing,” she muttered, embarrassed to be caught staring at him
as
> if he were a specimen under a microscope.  “I was just—“
>
> Before she could finish her sentence, the basement door banged open again,
> and Lois quickly tore her gaze from Clark’s and looked over her shoulder
to
> see an unfamiliar dark-haired, burly man walking into the room.  He
> immediately caught Lois’ attention with the air of confidence with which
he
> walked, and from the way the men backed off from the cell as he
approached.
> It was obvious to her that he was somebody in charge.
>
> As he drew closer, he spoke to the men.  “Trask wants you guys upstairs.
He
> has something for you to do.”
>
> They nodded obediently, then turned to leave.  As they were walking out
the
> door, another man appeared, and instantly Clark stiffened.  Lois felt him
> stiffen beside her, and she quickly turned to see what had upset him.  Her
> eyes widened when she saw who had just come in.
>
> “Manny!” Lois exclaimed, unable to hide her surprise.
>
> He smirked at them as he walked up to the burly man, whose face deepened
> into an unhappy scowl when he saw him.  “Manny, what are you doing here?
> You’re supposed to be finishing up at the Planet.”
>
> “I have to talk to you about that,” Manny said uncomfortably.  But before
he
> continued, he nodded at Lois and Clark.  “Did Trask get any information
out
> of them?”
>
> “About what?” Garrison snorted.  “Superman being some advance man for an
> alien invasion?  Give me a break.  Let’s just stick to the plan and our
> butts will be covered.  Is everything on schedule at the Planet?”
>
> “Um, that’s something I need to talk to you about,” Manny told him as he
> shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other.  Then he turned
> toward the room’s door, and Garrison quickly followed.
>
> “What’s going on?” Garrison asked with concern as they stopped just before
> reaching the basement door.  “Did you get the virus into the Daily Planet
> computers or not?”
>
> Lois’ ears immediately perked up, and she quickly glanced over at Clark,
who
> caught her eye and raised his eyebrows curiously.  With the pounding in
her
> head, she wasn’t sure if she was really hearing correctly.  She quickly
> gestured to her ear, silently asking Clark if he was able to use any of
his
> superhearing to tune into the conversation.  But he shook his head
> immediately and gave his earlobe a quick tug, then raised his hands and
gave
> a helpless shrug.  In aggravation, Lois quickly waved her hand at him,
> gesturing for him to be quiet so they could try to overhear the
> conversation.
>
> They both strained to hear Manny’s quiet response.  “Yeah, I already told
> you on the phone that I did,” Manny told Garrison.  “But somehow that kid
> Jimmy must’ve found out about the virus because when I went back to my
> cubicle after running some errands, I discovered it was overrun with
people
> talking about how to find it.  I was afraid that I was about to be found
> out, so I jumped ship.”
>
> “You jumped ship?!” Garrison’s voice rose.  “You mean to tell me you just
up
> and left?  Do you realize what’s at stake here?  If something fails with
> Project Y2K, well, you know what the boss is capable of!  I swear, if you
> blow this—“
>
> “No, no, nothing is blown,” Manny quickly reassured him.  “I got the virus
> planted, and when the Planet’s on-line issue goes out at midnight on New
> Year’s, it’ll activate.”
>
> Garrison looked thoughtful for a moment.  “So what loose ends did you
>  leave?”
>
> “Just some files on my hard drive,” Manny told him, trying to downplay his
> actions as much as possible.  “But if anyone finds them, no one will be
able
> to read them.  Everything is still encoded.  They’ll never figure out what
> those files are.”
>
> “Good.  Then let ‘em find it,” Garrison said, sounding relieved.  “As long
> as everything is still on track, we can go about our business.”
>
> Manny glanced over at Lois and Clark, who quickly tried to look as if they
> hadn’t overheard.  “So what about them?”
>
> “Who cares,” Garrison grumbled.  “With them locked up, we don’t need to
> worry about them doing any poking around.”
>
> “And what about Superman?” Manny asked.
>
> Garrison smirked pointedly at Clark, then turned back to Manny.  “Let’s
just
> say he’s out of the picture.  We don’t have a thing to worry about.”
>
> They turned to leave the room, shutting the door with a loud ‘bang’ behind
> them.  When the sound of Garrison and Manny’s retreating footsteps reached
> their ears, Lois breathed a sigh of relief that they were finally alone.
> Turning to Clark, she tried to ignore her intensifying headache brought
> about by the level of concentration she’d had to use while listening in.
“A
> virus at the Planet?  What’s it supposed to do?”
>
> Clark shook his head, clearly as confused as Lois.  “I have no idea.  But
if
> it’s something set to go out with the first on-line issue of the Planet,
> that would mean hundreds of thousands of people’s systems could be
affected
> by it.”
>
> “Not to mention all the other systems that come into contact with those
> people’s systems,” Lois pointed out quietly as she reached up to rub one
of
> her throbbing temples.  “If it’s a really destructive virus, it could wipe
> out the Planet’s computers, as well as all the ones the Planet’s systems
are
> linked to--”
>
> “Which include the systems of corporations around the world,” Clark
finished
> for her.  “I know.  But we can’t do anything about it unless we get out of
> here.  And since I’m not back to my usual self, that may not be such an
easy
> undertaking.”’
>
> His words suddenly made Lois remember her stolen tools, and she gave
Clark’s
> hand a soft squeeze before turning and limping slowly over to the cot.  “I
> might be able to help with that.”
>
> Carefully lowering herself onto the cot, she moved the pillow to reveal
the
> shiny silver objects she’d stashed there.  Clark’s brow creased and he
> stepped forward to take a closer look.  “What is it?”
>
> “Tweezers and clippers that I lifted from the bathroom drawer,” Lois
> explained in a whisper in the event that they were being overheard.  She
> gave him a smile that reflected a hint of her usual spirit.  “See?
Instead
> of giving me those ‘Lois, what insane things are you planning’ looks
before
> you left, you should’ve trusted me.  I thought that if I got out of here
for
> a few minutes, I might be able to find something that could help us
escape,
> and I did.  I think I’ll be able to use these to pick the cell lock.”
>
> Clark grinned and shook his head.  She never ceased to amaze him.  “Lois,
> you’re brilliant.  Have I ever told you that?”
>
> She smiled back softly.  “Not in the last couple of weeks.  But thanks.
I’m
> glad you noticed.”
>
> “Once we jimmy the lock, we can escape through that window,” Clark thought
> out loud, glancing over at the small window in the far corner of the
> basement.  “But we’ll have to wait until after dark when Trask and his men
> are asleep.  Besides, it’ll be harder for them to see us in the dark.  But
> on the other hand, it’ll be hard for *us* to see, too, so it may be risky.
> We could get really lost in these woods.”
>
> “I don’t care,” Lois told him as she leaned back against the wall, worn
out
> from her show of enthusiasm.  “Any place is better than here.”
>
> “I agree.”
>
> It was quiet in the cell as Lois reached for the pillow back and set it
back
> on top of the tools.  Then she looked up to see Clark studying her
> seriously.
>
> “How are *you* feeling, Lois?” he asked quietly as he turned and sat down
> carefully beside her.  He took in the pallor to her cheeks and the
dullness
> behind her eyes and reached out to wrap her more tightly in the blanket
> hanging around her shoulders.  “You look a lot more pale than when I
left.”
>
> Lois swallowed and looked away from his intense gaze.  He could always
tell
> from the look in her eyes when she wasn’t being truthful with him.  “I’ll
be
> okay,” she answered quietly.  “I’m just trying not to think about it.”
>
> Clark reached out and tipped her chin back up so she was forced to look at
> him again.  His brow furrowed as he studied her, and he lifted his hand to
> press it against her cheek.  His concern deepened when he realized how
warm
> she felt.  “Lois,” he began, his voice reflected his concern.
>
> “I know, I’m a little warm,” she interjected.  “But Clark, I’ll be fine.
> Honestly, you worry too much.”  She forced a smile, hoping to reassure
him,
> but she could tell from the worry in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it.
>
> “Well, at least you should rest for a while,” he insisted, scooting over
to
> the end of the cot and gesturing for her to lift her feet up.  When she
did,
> he reached out for her and gently guided her down so she was lying on the
> cot with her head pillowed on his lap.
>
> She closed her eyes as he started to run his fingers through her hair
> soothingly.  Opening one eye just enough to peer up at him, she asked
> quietly, “Who do you think Garrison was talking about when he mentioned
‘the
> boss’?”
>
> Clark let his breath out slowly.  “I don’t know, but it was obvious from
> their conversation that that Garrison guy and Manny aren’t in this by
> themselves.  They made it sound like the whole thing’s being orchestrated
by
> someone else.”
>
> “Trask?”
>
> But Clark shook his head.  “I don’t think so.  Trask’s clearly too
> preoccupied with his whole alien invasion garbage to deal with overseeing
> the planting of a virus.  Besides, what would he stand to gain from it?”
>
> Lois’ brow wrinkled.  “So who’s behind it then?”
>
> “I don’t know, but this just gives us one more reason to try to get out of
> here as quickly as possible,” Clark said matter of factly.  “We need to
get
> back to the Planet and figure out what’s going on with this virus, and
find
> someone who can help us stop it.”
>
> “It sounds like somebody’s already trying, though,” Lois reminded him.
> “Didn’t Manny say that there were people in his cubicle talking about it?”
>
> “Yeah, but I’m willing to bet they could use all the help they could get.
> Any information we can give them might help them figure out how to find it
> and get it off the system.”
>
> “I guess you’re right.”
>
> Clark trailed a finger down her cheek tenderly, then resumed stroking her
> hair.  “So let’s plan on getting out of here tonight after dark.  We can
> wait it out until then.  Then, when we feel the time’s right, we’ll pick
the
> cell door’s lock and go out through the window.  Once we’re out, we’ll
> decide where to go from there.”
>
> Lois nodded.  “It’ll work.  It has to.”  When Clark nodded at her with
more
> reassurance than he felt, she closed her eyes again and turned over
slightly
> on the cot to get more comfortable, her head still resting heavily in his
> lap.  Minutes later, Clark heard her breathing slow and deepen, indicating
> to him that she was finally asleep.
>
> He stared down at her for a long time as he continued to run his fingers
> through her hair, the nearly overwhelming concern for her nagging at him
> more insistently as the minutes crept by.  It was obvious to him that she
> wasn’t doing well, and that being hungry, cold and hurt was finally
starting
> to take its toll on her.  But what worried him even more was the fever she
> was starting to run.  He knew that a fever could mean an infection, and,
> judging from how haphazardly the nasty gash on her thigh had been attended
> to, he suspected it could be the cause.  And if it was, he knew that she
was
> going to need some antibiotics and immediate medical attention.  Or maybe
> the fever was a reaction to medication she’d been given while she was
> unconscious, and she was starting to show a severe reaction toward it…
>
> Quickly, he shook his head, trying to push the thought out of his head.
> That was definitely a possibility he didn’t want to consider.
>
> Leaning his head back against the wall, he closed his own eyes wearily.
It
> had been a long day, and Lois wasn’t the only one who was starting to feel
> the effects of Trask’s treatment.  His own ribs ached and his jaw was sore
> from where he’d been punched during his last interrogation session.  His
> stomach rumbled from the unfamiliar pang of hunger, and he still felt the
> slow, dull ache from the effects of the Kryptonite in his system.  He was
> definitely going to have to see Dr. Klein as soon after their escape as
> possible to see if he could counteract the effects of the injection.
Surely
> Dr. Klein could mix together something that would help his system return
to
> normal.
>
> Lois stirred, and Clark opened his eyes and looked down at her.  She
seemed
> restless, uncomfortable.  He moved his hand to her arm and rubbed it
gently
> in an attempt to soothe her, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she
> seemed to quiet at his touch.
>
> Fortunately, Trask and his men didn’t reappear for several hours, so Clark
> spent his energy keeping a watchful eye on Lois the rest of the afternoon.
> He did his best not to let it show how truly worried he was about her, and
> tried to keep her spirits up.  But as the afternoon wore on, it became
> obvious that that Lois' pain was increasing.  She was clearly doing her
best
> to mask it so he wouldn’t worry, but as the time passed, the tears in her
> eyes and the pinched look of pain on her face gave her away.  Finally she
> gave in to the tears she’d been fighting back for hours and crumbled into
> Clark’s arms, wetting his shirt with her tears.
>
> He enveloped her in his arms and resorted to the age-old comfort of
rocking
> as he did his best to console her, speaking quiet, soothing words of
> reassurance.  His own heart ached for her as he desperately wished he had
> some medication to give her that would give her some relief.  Finally she
> fell asleep in his arms, and he thankfully rested his chin on the top of
her
> head, grateful that she could escape for a while in sleep.
>
> As he kept her firmly wrapped in his arms, he offered up a silent prayer
for
> the night to hurry up and come.  He didn’t know just how much more of the
> pain she could bear.
>
> **************************
>
> Erin  :)
> __________________
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>              *****
> "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they
> happen."
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Hi all,
I have a question.  Does anyone subscribe to the Lois and Clark =
newsletter where they were counting down the best and worst episodes?  =
They were down to the #2 best and worst, and the #1 was coming soon?  I =
changed my e-mail address, and for the life of me I can't remember the =
name of the newsletter, or who I can contact to get my e-mail address =
changed???  Can anyone help me.  I feel so foolish not remembering the =
name of it, or even who puts it together!! :-)  Any help would be =
appreciated!!

Lori
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Transfer them to your word processor.  If you do that, it comes out all
nicely
formatted, with nothing cut off.

Nan

Brenda wrote:

> Jude,
> I have the same problem on some stories. I have windows 98 also.  I just
go
> back and print the last page again and for some strange reason all of it
> will print then.  I know this does not solve the problem but when I'm in a
> hurry, it does the trick.
>
> Brenda
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Judith Williams <judithwilliams@PRODIGY.NET>
> To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
> <LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU>
> Date: Monday, January 24, 2000 9:49 PM
> Subject: Printing problem
>
> >Hey y'all.  Since the quiz started, I've been trying to print off the
> >stories to read, but for some of them I lose the end of each  line unless
I
> >reduce the print size so small that it's really difficult for me to read
> >even with my magninifying glass.  Can anybody suggest a way for me to fix
> >this problem. I'm operating with Windows 98.  Thanks for any help.  Jude
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Erin,

thanks so much for those new two parts!
I haven't read a word yet as I just came back from work and downloaded my
mail
but as soon as the coffee is ready, my apartment is comfortably heated I'll
settle in front of the screen and dive right in <g>

Petra
(who is going to ignore the phone which is ringing persistently at the
moment to
avoid further distractions ;-) )
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Wendy wrote:

>The next quiz will be set by my co-quiz-setter, Hazel.

Oookay! /me salutes. And here we go!

Little disclaimer thingy: All the stories here qualify for the Kerths this
year -- they were uploaded to the archive in 1999. They all have
*something* to do with the next generation (even if Lois and Clark are
still the main characters in some of the stories), so I would personally
put them in the "Next Generation" category. However, these are by no means
the only stories on the archive (or elsewhere) that qualify for this
category, and this is not a specific recommendation for any of these
stories over any others that might qualify. No offense to any other story
or author is intended. :)

I've decided to offer a double challenge for this quiz. The quiz has been
divided into two sections: single quotes and excerpts. If you can't get the
story from the single quote, then you can scroll down and try the excerpt.
Quote #1 will obviously be from the same story as Excerpt #1 -- I won't
play any tricks on you! :) When you answer (and DON'T forget the spoiler
space!!), let us know if you deserve two points for your answer (if you got
it from the quote) or only one point (if you got it from the excerpt.) I
warn you in advance that some of those quotes are very tough, although I
did try to choose appropriate ones. I will be very interested to see the
results of this little experiment. If it doesn't work, we can blame it on
my inability to choose good quotes. ;)

I have included spoiler space for your convenience, so you can keep it in
your reply. You'll find it between the quotes and the excerpts. You will
also note that I am not quite as generous as Wendy, and my excerpts are a
*lot* shorter than hers. Be warned. ;)

Quote 1:

"Great!  Just what we need in this family; a Superman groupie!" she said
deprecatorily.

Quote 2:

"So where's that beautiful new granddaughter of mine?"  Lois asked eagerly.
"I'm sure the pictures of her that you emailed me don't do her justice."

Quote 3:

"Sure.  No problem.  It's a good thing my grandma taught me Tae Kwon Do!"

Quote 4:

"You can make it up to me by letting me tell you all my old Lois and Clark
stories.
Everyone here has heard them all already, and never let me get started. For
example,
there was one time that..."

Quote 5:

The hero shifted uncomfortably, and mumbled, "Mo-om!  Stop it."

Quote 6:

"Sorry, Chief.  I get that creative spelling gene from my mom."

Quote 7:

"Well," said Crissy.  "Apparently your mom told my mom about your
dad being Superman and all, and my mom told me.  Don't worry. . . I'm very
good at keeping secrets.  I've only told my cat so far."

Quote 8:

Lois drew a deep breath and asked *the* question.  "Why?" she whispered.

* * *

Okay, those are the two pointers! If you're lost (and I don't think I'll
blame you if you are!), try the easier excerpts found below:

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

EXCERPT 1:

Clark, along with his two sons, now walked into the kitchen and
enquired if there was anything he could do to help.  Upon being told that
everything was in order and that breakfast would be served shortly, he
opened up the back door and took his kids into the garden.  Joel and Clara
immediately ran to the gate and carefully crossing the dirt road that led
down to the house climbed the dunes that bordered the other side of the
track.  On reaching the top of the hill they gazed over the sands towards
the sea.

"Dad you were right."  Joel pointed to the east as he called out.
"The sea's right here.  Can we go swimming?"

Clark smiled at their impatience.  "Just hold it there for a little
while.  You haven't had your breakfast yet."  Joining them at the top of
the ridge, Clark was surprised to see an empty stretch of beach.  Of course
it was still pretty early for most people to be abroad.  He couldn't
believe that he was up so early.  This was supposed to be a holiday and
although he had work to do, he hoped, optimistically perhaps, to find the
Kleins alive and well and then everyone could enjoy some quality free time.

Shrugging himself back to the present, he took hold of Clara's hand and
turned back towards the cottage.  "Come on, let's go eat and then we can
plan what we're going to do with the rest of the day."

EXCERPT 2:

Before they could leave the dance floor, Jordan stepped back up to the
microphone and announced that everyone was invited to join in dancing to the
next song.

Another of Lois and Clark's favorite slow songs began to play, and Clark's
arm tightened around Lois' waist.  "Are you up for another dance, honey?"

"You bet.  It's been ages since we've danced like this."

Clark took her into his arms again and they began moving gently to the
music.  The small dance area filled up quickly as their children and their
spouses joined them on the dance floor.

As she and Clark danced, Lois glanced at the couples around them and
realized what a lucky woman she was to have all of her children and
grandchildren with them on this special occasion.  She couldn't have asked
for a better anniversary gift.

EXCERPT 3:

"So, which one's Daddy?" Jimmy asked Lee.

"I don't know," she answered.  "I haven't heard what their names are yet."

"Oh right!" Jimmy said.  "That makes sense, I guess."

Lois smiled serenely. She gently jiggled the baby she held.

"This young gentleman is Jonathan Perry Bernard.  And the little man that
Clark is holding is Samuel James Lee."

Jimmy blinked.  "I don't know what to say.  I'm touched.  I'm just glad
..." His voice cracked with emotion. "...that at least our names, Lee's and
mine, will be together even when we can't be."

"Jimmy!"  Lee rushed to his side.  "You're acting like I'm leaving this
minute.  We still don't know when I'm going, and we still haven't figured
out what else I have to do here."  She gently cupped his cheek. "And I
can't leave yet.  I have to change at least one diaper!  I'll be able to
hold that over dad's head the rest of his life!"

EXCERPT 4:

 I've got almost all of Dad's powers now. I can't fly quite as
 fast, or lift quite as much, but they're there. The world has a Superman
 again. He just doesn't want the job. I mean, who in their right mind
 would? Flying all over the world, saving people who you'll never see
 again, never letting anyone get close to you for fear of them getting
 hurt, what kind of life is that? No thank you. I'll pass.

 Besides, I wouldn't know where to begin. It's not as if Dad
 left a diary on his career, or wrote a book entitled "How to be a
 Superhero in Five Easy Steps." All I have is a faded yellow scrapbook
 of "Superman saves the day again" newspaper clippings and a ball of
 metal that Grandma said would light up like Krypton when Dad held
 it. All it does for me is act like a paperweight. Big help. I mean, I can
 pick it up, and nothing happens. I can stare at it, and nothing happens.
 I can yell at it, order it to do something, anything, and nothing...

 FLASH!

 What the hell... Dad?

EXCERPT 5:

"No, no," he riposted, sounding amused.  "You gotta follow the rules."

"Yeah, right, when have I ever followed rules?"

He leered at her briefly, prowling around the shadowed perimeter of the
room.  "Well, I guess that's why I had to resort to tying you up."

"A temporary inconvenience," she scoffed, although truthfully she wasn't
quite as nimble as she used to be, and if she didn't get out of this soon,
her
legs might fall asleep.  She focused her attention on the edges of the
building, hoping to see some movement.  "But now would be a good time
to tell me all the details of your diabolical plot," she hinted broadly.

"Hmm?"  That distracted him, briefly.  "What diabolical plot?"

EXCERPT 6:

There had been lots more I'd wanted to include in that article, but I
couldn't.  And, anyway, how can one adequately thank someone for being the
kind of friend Jimmy Olsen had been to me?  ... to my family?  It wasn't
possible.  It just wasn't.  I had tried, though.  I'd spent a lot of time
with him these last few months, and I'd been at his house the day before he
died.  We'd talked some and watched the news together.  He always wanted to
watch the news.  Just like Mom, I thought, and had to smile.

I wiped my face and blew my nose.  Time to get to work, Kent!  I could
almost hear Mom saying it.  Some days it truly feels as if she is still
here, looking over my shoulder and urging me on to be more than I think I
can be.

As I started up the car and got ready to face the rest of the day, my
thoughts returned once more to James B. Olsen.  Photo-journalist,
humanitarian, Superman's pal ... my friend.

Good job, Jimmy.

EXCERPT 7:

"Kaylie!"

"Crissy?  What's up?" .

"Not much.  Your mom still pregnant?"

 "Unfortunately," I muttered.  "She's going through these mood
swings. . . ."

My mom passed through the room at that precise moment and glared at
me.  "I heard that!"

 "But otherwise she's just the same old Mom," I added.  "Except
she's even more enormous than she was on the day of the baby shower, if you
can believe it!"

"I heard that, too!" Mom called from the kitchen.  Geez, sometimes
I think my *mom's* the one with the Superhearing!

EXCERPT 8:

"Jon, do you remember the talk you and Mommy and I had a few days ago about
Emmy?"

The little guy looked from his dad to his mom and back before he answered.
"Do you mean about her going to heaven ahead of us?"

Biting her lip to hold back the tears,  Lois nodded.  "Yes, Sweetie.
Remember how we said that we would have to say good-bye to Emmy for a
little while?"

Tears filled Jon's eyes as he began to realize just why he had been
awakened and brought downstairs.  "Is Emmy going now?"  His childish
honesty pulled at the heartstrings of the assembled adults.

Clark stood and took his son in his arms.  "Yes, Jon.  Emmy is going
tonight.  Your Mom and I wanted you to have the chance to tell her
good-bye."
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S

P

O

I

L

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R

S
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A

C

E

> Quote 1:
No idea!

> Quote 2:
*Still* no idea!

> Quote 3:
Irene's "Firestorm" (that's an unforgettable quote!)

> Quote 4:
Trevise's "Awakenings"

> Quote 5:
Pam's "Lessons"

> Quote 6:
Argh!!!!!!! :)

> Quote 7:
"My Almost Perfect Life," by ????

> Quote 8:
(#*$&#(*$&#(*$&#(*$&(#&#(!!!!  :)

> Okay, those are the two pointers! If you're lost (and I don't think I'll
> blame you if you are!), try the easier excerpts found below:
>
> EXCERPT 1:
Still don't know. :(

> EXCERPT 2:
Ahh!!  Erin's "THrough the Years"

> EXCERPT 6:
I don't remember the title, but think Nan wrote this. (partial credit?)

> EXCERPT 8:
Notrepooh's "Tempered By Fire"

This is a great idea for a quiz, Hazel, but those quotes were hard! :)

Felix

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I wasn't sure I'd get any of these; Next Gen isn't my favorite category,
but I came up with a few...

s
p
o
i
l
e
r
s
p
a
c
e

Well, I got some of these from the quotes...

#3 is Firestorm, by Irene D
#4 is Awakenings, by Trevise
#5 is Lessons, by me :)

#7 is a hilarious quote, but I don't recognize the story yet...

For the rest, I'll have to go to the excerpts...

#1 ... not sure, but going by the names... is this by Jenni Debbage?
#2 ... probably something by Wendy Richards

#6 is "A Life Well Spent" by Chris Mulder -- I kinda recognized the
quote, but not enough to risk a guess

#7 still don't know this one...
#8 no clue at all...

Hmm, I did better on quotes than excerpts! <g>
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Oh, my God!  A fic by Chris Muldur was mistaken for one of mine?  Excuse me
while I go lie down for awhile!

Nan

Pam Jernigan wrote:

> I wasn't sure I'd get any of these; Next Gen isn't my favorite category,
> but I came up with a few...
>
> s
> p
> o
> i
> l
> e
> r
> s
> p
> a
> c
> e
>
> Well, I got some of these from the quotes...
>
> #3 is Firestorm, by Irene D
> #4 is Awakenings, by Trevise
> #5 is Lessons, by me :)
>
> #7 is a hilarious quote, but I don't recognize the story yet...
>
> For the rest, I'll have to go to the excerpts...
>
> #1 ... not sure, but going by the names... is this by Jenni Debbage?
> #2 ... probably something by Wendy Richards
>
> #6 is "A Life Well Spent" by Chris Mulder -- I kinda recognized the
> quote, but not enough to risk a guess
>
> #7 still don't know this one...
> #8 no clue at all...
>
> Hmm, I did better on quotes than excerpts! <g>
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> "Not only was Ivan an idiot, but he generated a
> telepathic damping field to turn the people nearby
> into idiots, too."
> --An exasperated Miles contemplates his cousin in
> _The Warrior's Apprentice_, by Lois McMaster Bujold
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This is killing me! When are they going to escape from this nightmare? I
can't stand to see Lois suffer from pain <sigh>. I always feel so stupid
when I'm crying sitting in front of my screen ;-)

Nice move to mention the man behind Garrison again. I almost forgot
about him but I do have a few ideas who it might be <g>.
Erin, please, let us have more soon! I have a hard time to concentrate
on my Kerth reading when all I can do is thinking about your story :-)

Petra
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"Once burned twice shy
 I've learned I've cried
 And I never gonna hurt
 that way again"

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> Pam Jernigan wrote:

> #2 ... probably something by Wendy Richards

Umm... no! I may write a lot, Pam, but that doesn't mean
that I'm the default option when no-one else springs to
mind! <g>  (But thanks for doing me the honour of confusing
me with my mate who I won't name who is currently driving
us crazy with her cliffhangers!)

Wendy

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In a message dated 1/25/00 8:15:37 AM Pacific Standard Time,
creolel@CA.FREEI.NET writes:

<< I have a question.  Does anyone subscribe to the Lois and Clark
newsletter
where they were counting down the best and worst episodes?  They were down
to
the #2 best and worst, and the #1 was coming soon? >>

Craig Byrne is the author of the Krypton Club Newletter :
CraigByrne@aol.com.
If you'd like, I can fwd the latest issues to you privately.
Kate
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On Tue, 25 Jan 2000 10:34:58 -0500 "Felix E. Sung"
<fsung@JUSTICE.LOYOLA.EDU> wrote:

> I wouldn't have been surprised if the quiz had all *nine*
> extracts by Wendy; just *how* many of your 1999 stories
> were revelation stories? ;)

Umm... pass? And no, I wouldn't dare do that! I felt guilty
enough about sneaking two in as it is - I only put them in
at all because I was told off for not using extracts from
one of mine in the Ep Rewrite quiz.

Wendy
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Title: 7 Days of Superman
Part: 3 of ?
Author: Mr. D8a
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crossover
Summary: I don't know what to say that won't give it
all away.  Superman fails to stop the nuking of
Washington DC and gets some help from Frank B. Parker
from Operation Backstep.

Personal Note: This story, in no way, links in with
Mr. D8a's and Elisabeth's Lois and Clark universe.
This is purely the creation of Mr. D8a's mind...so
beware!  (Okay there is some dialog help from
Elisabeth)

Copyright Stuff: Lois and Clark and the rest of the
show's entourage are the property of DC, Warner, ABC,
and Joanne Siegel and Laura Siegel Larson.  Seven Days
is the property of UPN.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION.SEVEN DAYS (Details supplied by
http://www.geocities.com/CapeCanaveral/Launchpad/9329/SevenDays

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Wednesday, October 6, 1999
8:27pm EST
The sky over Washington D.C.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

The missile was headed straight for the heart of
Washington D.C.  It chewed up the air miles faster
than most radar systems could track.  Superman spotted
the missile five miles above the city.  Superman tried
to intercept the missile, but the last moment it moved
aside and veered away from him, almost like it was
guided.  A little over a mile and a half above the
capital, he made contact with it.  It exploded.  It
lit up the sky for miles.  Distant viewers in
Aberdeen, Maryland; Richmond, Virginia; and
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania remarked on how it cast a
slight lime-colored glow.  Outdoor thermometers
registered one hundred twenty plus degrees for over 10
minutes as far as forty-five miles away in Frederick,
Maryland.

Washington D.C. was 20 miles across and it became a
memory in the blink of an eye.  The White House was
the epicenter.  Destruction was swift and relentless.
The fireball consumed everything in its path.  The
White House blacked for a moment before it was smashed
to the ground.  The titanium lighting rods on the
Washington Monument melted a nanosecond later, quickly
followed by the monument falling over like a child's
stack of building blocks.  And even those fragments
were pulverized to nothing.  The waters in the
Reflection Pool were instantly vaporized followed by
the Potomac River a heartbeat later.  The Capital was
gone, as was every monument in the Washington Mall.
The statues of Lincoln and Jefferson were reduced to
puddles of molten metal in a matter of seconds.
Anything and everything that was not atomized became
lethal projectiles.  Tombstones from Arlington
National Cemetery were found more than fifteen miles
away stuck in houses and trees.  Everything was
instantly seared then shattered against the ground or
each other.  Even the subway systems proved no
protection as all the oxygen in the area was instantly
consumed by the raging firestorm that was once the
nation's capital.  Anything living never knew what
killed it and would never be found.

Three point four million people ceased to exist in
under a second.  Six million more suffered everything
from temporary blindness to second and third degree
burns over one hundred percent of their bodies.  What
wasn't knocked over in the initial outward blast was
brought tumbling down by the massive suction of air
back into the area at several hundred miles per hour.

The farthest reach of the damage was the
Electromagnetic Pulse.  The EMP reached out its
tendrils south to Jacksonville, Florida; Northeast to
Quebec, Canada; West to Chicago; and East into the
Atlantic.  Everything electronic was fried into
uselessness within fifty miles of the blast.  Beyond
that it was varying degrees of burnout and
fluctuations.  Nearly every single aircraft in the
fifty mile zone came down whether they wanted to or
not.  Computerized trains rolled to a stop and the
brains of millions of cars went dead.  Pacemakers
shutdown and critical systems fail.  Anything
computerized stopped.  Technology just stepped back
forty years.

But while the Metropolis’ power-grid struggled to keep
going, Lois knew.  She knew that her Love had died.
She let out an audible gasp as her soul was ripped
asunder by the separation of her other half from this
world.  Her mind and emotions battled over what to do.
 Her mind told her to go home and be with their child.
 Her emotions wanted to stop the Jeep right where it
was, curl up and die.  The mind won out, at last, for
now.

~*~

=====
Mr. D8a
Philipians 4:8

The love of James' life is Elisabeth, but...
Daddy's little sweetheart is Rosa!
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We Need More!!!  Soon!!  Oh, I forgot to say Please???

Lori
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Felix wrote, among other things:

>> Quote 8:
>(#*$&#(*$&#(*$&#(*$&(#&#(!!!!  :)

Now, if you would just translate that, you might get some points. Assuming
it means something other than #!*#@, I mean. :) :)

>This is a great idea for a quiz, Hazel, but those quotes were hard! :)

Praps they were a bit too hard. I'll try to pick out something easier next
time, but it's verry difficult to find a single quote that has actual
meaning for an entire fic.

Pam claimed:

<> is Lessons, by me :)

I dunno. <frowns> *My* copy of it says it was written by Pam Jernigan, not
by me... hm. ;p

Let's see how everyone else does, shall we? :)

Hazel
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I still have your first draft sitting in my in-box, patiently waiting for
the continuation thereof. I'm glad to see you're taking this one up again.
Quick, get past the parts you've already posted and let's get to the new
stuff!

Hazel

(who adores those rare crossovers like "Timeless" that prove intriguing to
someone who knows nothing about the other show, but is still waiting for
Wendy to be impressed by a ST crossover ;p )
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S
P
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In a message dated 01/25/2000 11:42:28 AM Eastern Standard Time,
zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

<< Quote 3: (short version)

 "Sure.  No problem.  It's a good thing my grandma taught me Tae Kwon Do!"
>>

Oh, I know this one!!!
Irene Dutchak's "Firestorm"

:)

--Laurie (Irene's #1 fan)

P.S.
<<EXCERPT 5: (long version)

"No, no," he riposted, sounding amused.  "You gotta follow the rules."

"Yeah, right, when have I ever followed rules?">>

This is Pam Jernigan's "Lessons"
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Excerpt 1 -  I don't know, I want to read this one

Excerpt 2- Through the Years By: Erin Klingler

Excerpt 3- Firestorm By: Irene

Excerpt 4-  I don't know but this sounds interesting

Excerpt 5- Lessons By: Pam Jernigan

Excerpt 6- A Life Well Spent By: Chris Mulder

Excerpt 7- My Almost Perfect Life By: Molly

Excerpt 8 -Tempered By Fire by:Notrepooh

 So, how did I do?
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This isn't a printing problem, this is more of a formatting problem.  I find
when i download email from AOL the way the words of the fanfic flow on the
page, gets all screwy. I find myself having to transfer it to wordpad or
Microsoft word and then I go from line to line moving the sentances into
paragraphs again. This can be quite time consuming and annoying too.  I find
myself reading bits and pieces of the fic as i go along because i'm so
bored.
 I don't like doing that since I prefer to sit down and read it as it is.
Not read a little here and a little there.  It just ruins the experience for
me.  That's why I have a lot of fanfics still sitting on my harddrive or on
disk.  I want to leave them there for a while so i forget what the storyline
was about.  (I also don't have time to read them right now.. LOL)   I just
wish there was a better way of going about this.  Then I could probably read
more and know what i'm doing when I voting for the Kerths and the NKerths!

Alexis ;-.)
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Erin said:
> > Wow!  Yvonne, you've really written that many fics???  You
> > and Nan and Wendy must be planning on taking over the 2001
> > Kerths single-handedly! <g>
>
then Wendy said:
> Well, it's my firm opinion that Yvonne is the most talented
> nominee *not* to win a Kerth in 1999, so... ;)

I don't know - you turn your back on the list for a couple of days, and all
of a sudden people are talking about you!  Erin, it's quality, not quantity
which counts: you, of all people, should know that.  Mind you, Wendy seems
to manage both...

Yvonne
(who's feeling smug that she decided to wait for Erin's DH to be finished
before reading it, having skimmed enough of it to be heartily glad she's not
left on that cliff edge that everyone else is teetering on!)
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Ah, everyone's favorite category!  Or mine, at least.

I know I've read all these, but I'm not going to spend more time searching.
So here's what I've got:

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1. Mobile Richard "Lois finds out"
2. well, I remember this one if fairly good detail, but I don’t remember the
title/author and can’t seem to find it.
3. Pam Jernigan "Fate worse than death"
4. LabRat "Sugar & Spice"
5. Zoomway "UltraMatum"
6. Wendy Richards "A Conscious Choice"
7.
8.
9. Wendy Richards "It happened one super night"

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What! you just sent out the quiz yesterday.  well, I suppose we are in a
bind for time; 1 Feb will be here before we know it.  (aaugh-I'll never be
ready with my nominations in time.)

>Extract 7:  Champagne Truths  -  Judith Tylke
I had written Judith's name down for this one, but for some reason I thought
'Champagne Truths' was older.  So when I saw it wasn't 'Madder than a
speeding bullet', I decided I'd been mistaken.  oh well :-).

I know authors and titles a lot better than I did last time around, in the
summer.  Then, I was new to fanfic and the list.  I think I read over half
the stories on the archive in March and April alone.  Now, I look for mail
from Erin every time I check my email, so I'll remember that 'Darkest hour'
is by her.  Same went for Cindy's 'Prelude', Wendy's 'For the greater good',
and many others.

-Dia

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Clark returned to his place exhausted.  He was emotionally drained and had
no
idea if what he said to Lois was going to keep her from marrying Luthor or
not.  He knew that deep in her heart Lois has some feeling for him somewhere
but wasn't sure how he could get her to find that before she said yes.  It
was her heart.  She had to find the way to tell him how she felt.  Climbing
into bed, Clark looked over at the clock and decided it wasn't too late to
call his folks.
    "Mom, hi."  Clark settled into the pillow with the phone.  He could hear
his dad pick up another phone in the house and sit down.
    "Clark, what's wrong?"
    "Why do you assume that something would be wrong?  I'm really fine.  I
was just curious if I could come out to the farm this weekend."  Clark
hesitated for a second and then asked, "and bring a friend."  Clark stopped
to get his parents reaction.
    "I assume from that tone, its someone besides Lois."
    "Yeah mom.  It seems that Lois will probably not be jaunting off to
Smallville much anymore.  She's going to accept Luthor's proposal.  He asked
her to marry him and she seems pretty set on it.  I think I actually helped
him out."
    "Wait, I thought you said he was a criminal.  If that's so, why can't
you
convince her that he is bad news."   Martha was insistent that Clark try
harder.  He could hear his father trying to clam her down in the background.
    "Mom, he has done nothing bad enough to catch him in the act.  Believe
me, I have tried.  Lois to a point has even tried to convince herself that
it
could be a problem.  He's clean as far as the law is concerned.  Superman
just seems to be his only vice but doesn't bother him lately.  Since he
asked
Lois to marry him, he treads the town on pins and needles like someone is
going to tell on him if he steps wrong."
    "You better tell on him."
    "Mom, it's ok.  She's a big girl.  This way at least the Superman secret
will stay that way.  But I really was calling about the other visitor."
    Jonathon interrupted Martha's rant by accepting his son's question of
bringing another lady friend out to visit.  Martha and Jonathon were
encouraged when hearing that she attended a state school.  Clark talked to
his parents about her background and their night in the courthouse.  When
hanging up, he remembered his mother ask how Lois effected his decision with
Mayson.  "Lois helped define a lot of relationship questions tonight."  He
hung up and thought about the statement and wondered if regardless of all
the
first feelings he had for Lois, was this the path that they were destined to
follow.

    The next morning Mayson walked into her new office at the courthouse in
shock.  Sitting in her office to her surprise was the man she wished she
could have seen after the awful afternoon she had the day before.  "Clark.
I
didn't expect you here."
    "I know.  I just thought I would come by and bring you some muffins for
breakfast on the way to the office."  He pulled the little white bag out
from
behind him and handed them to her as she sat down at her desk.  Pulling up
the chair, she moved the papers from the center to the side to lay out the
muffins on the desk.  "And I wanted to ask you something."
    "Thanks for the food.  What do you need?"  He could see that she was
already in work mode.  For some reason, he always was attracted to women who
were work driven.  Still fumbling for a certain file on her desk, Clark
removed the muffin from her teeth where she could chew..
    "I was going home this weekend and wondered if you would like to join
me."  Clark stopped and leaned over her desk, waiting for some kind of an
answer.  He saw her eyes pop up from the stack of papers with a strange
look.
 He knew he crossed a line.  "Look, it was just a question and isn't really
important."
    "No, I would love to go.  I loved the country when I was in Kansas last
time.   It just was a surprise that you would ask me so soon.  I mean your
parents do know that we're not like a real thing."
    "Absolutely.  We're friends working on that I guess."  Clark smiled at
her reaction to the answer he gave.  This was going to work out great.
Mayson felt just as casual about them as Clark did.
    "Well, let me meet you at your place around 4 on Friday and we'll leave
from there.  You make all the arrangements for the obvious reasons, and I'll
be there.  This is going to be so much fun."  Mayson was starting to wake up
and walking more briskly around looking for things.
    "Have good day.  I'll give you call about the arrangements."  Clark let
himself out and headed for the Planet.  Today was shaping up to be an
interesting day.
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On the other side of town, Lois pulled up to Lex's building and waited for
the door to be answered.  Ms. Cox arrived at the door just before Lex and
gave Lois the oddest look.  "That'll be all Ms. Cox.  I'm sorry love, she
seems to poke her nose in everyone's business.  But that does make her the
best assistant that I have had."  He could tell that Lois felt uncomfortable
around the woman and tried to keep them apart as much as possible.  "Come on
in."  He put his arm around her and walked her to the elevator up to his
private office.
    "I seem to remember being awoken by the most beautiful voice this
morning
and wondered what wonderful words she had for me today.  I have cleared my
books this morning for you and have cleared your schedule with the Planet.
Something about power does that."  Lois could hear Lex chuckle lightly to
his
crack about his power but didn't seem to mind it.  "Now what is it that you
want today?"
    Lois leaned over the balcony of his penthouse office suite mesmerized
that she would soon be there.  "I have been doing a lot of thinking.  I have
talked to everyone I could think of and I have decided."  She stopped and
looked at Lex.  She couldn't believe that the ring was right there in his
pocket with him.  He removed it and held it.  No words - the most powerful
man was letting her get it all out on her own.  "I will marry you."
    Lex took Lois in his arms and hugged and kissed her repeatedly before
sliding the ring on her finger.  Lois looked down at her finger and wondered
how much his simple show of affection really cost him.  "I have a dress
maker
coming in today to measure for you and to help with the arrangements."  Lois
backed up from the ledge and back into the office.  Lex's face changed when
he saw her back up.  "I can cancel."
    "No, I just thought that with your merger and all that you would be
busier and that you wouldn't worry about little things like that."   Lex
took
Lois in his arms again and looked down at her, pushing her hair out of her
face.
    "Well, the other thought I have actually had was to have you on with me
on Sunday morning when I do my market wrap up show.  I thought we could go
public with the merger."
    "But people already have a feeling that the merger will be approved."
Lois felt Lex put his arm around her tighter and his lips pressed against
hers.
    Looking deep in her eyes, he whispered to her, "I meant our merger.  I
was thinking of something simple.  There are so many things in my life that
are complicated.  Lois darling, you are so simple and I want to keep at
least
that part of my life the same."  Lois just stared at him.  Even if she did
love him, this seemed too good to be true for Lex.

    "Oh Clark, could you look over this piece that Lois left yesterday on
her
desk.  The chief wants it turned in pronto and Lois won't be in until later.
Luthor called and got her off for the morning.  Some guys have all the
luck."

    "No kidding," Clark chided as Jimmy handed him the piece on some
hijacking that Superman had worked the night before.  Adding extra
information that only he could say that he got from Superman himself, he
typed it up again and turned it in for a the edit.  "Chief."
    "Clark, I guess you heard about Lois.  You think she's going to accept
his proposal?"
    "I would gather yes after the talk we had last night.  I was just hoping
against hope that she would see it differently and not fall so fast."  Perry
put his hand on Clark's shoulder as he took the copy from him.
    "I guess we can't always effect decisions.  I just hope she'll be
happy."
    "So do I."  Clark couldn't sit in the office and take anymore of the
situation.  He knew eventually there would a story that would have to
written
on the engagement and then the entertainment shows on their wedding.  Lois
just threw herself in the middle of the biggest romantic circuses in
history.
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I know I kind of pushed you, Erin, so I will say thanks for the posts.  But
could you please get Clark and Lois out of there?  I'm getting really
worried
about them.

Hang in there with the hormonal changes of pregnancy.  Babies are worth it.

Ann
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See?  It's already working!  :)

Seriously, I sent it about 2 weeks ago.  Should I send it out again?

Tara

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In a message dated 01/24/2000 11:45:58 PM Eastern Standard Time,
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<< Threads of Confusion part 2 >>

Um, I don't see part 1 posted to this list...

--Laurie

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In a message dated 1/25/00 11:42:28 AM EST, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:
<< Quote 3:

 "Sure.  No problem.  It's a good thing my grandma taught me Tae Kwon Do!"
  >>
I want to say that this is from Irene's Sunfire and Sunstorm series. I think
Sunfire or whatever her name is has just ran into Superman on the street
after some guy tried to attack her.

Alexis ;-.)
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In a message dated 1/25/00 4:18:21 PM Eastern Standard Time,
MsLoisette@AOL.COM writes:

<< This isn't a printing problem, this is more of a formatting problem.  I
find
 when i download email from AOL the way the words of the fanfic flow on the
 page, gets all screwy. I find myself having to transfer it to wordpad or
 Microsoft word and then I go from line to line moving the sentances into
 paragraphs again. This can be quite time consuming and annoying too.  >>

Try this: copy the text to your word processor.  In Works, which is what I
use, choose "Paste Special".  This allows you to choose to paste the
document
as "Unformatted text."  Then set it up for "View: all characters."  See
where
the paragraph marks are.  Usually, they are where the screwy line breaks
are.
 Higlight the entire text.  Go to Edit. choose Replace.  Replace the
paragraph marks with spaces.   Replace the double spaces with Paragraph,
indent.  That should take care of the problem.  However, if the author
double
spaced between sentences, this doesn't work.  In that case, Highlight, go to
Replace.  Replace Paragraph Paragraph with indent .  Then replace paragraph
with space.  Then replace indent with paragraph indent.  Then you are OK/

Ann
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Thanks to Ann, Brenda, Tara. Nan and Judith Tylke who made helpful
suggestions for solving my end-line loss problem.  Judith suggested
re-setting  margins on page layout.  I reset to 0.25 and that seems to work
without having to go into Word.  Merci, mes amies.  Jude
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At 9:57 PM -0500 1/25/00, Ann E. McBride wrote:
>I know I kind of pushed you, Erin, so I will say thanks for the posts.  But
>could you please get Clark and Lois out of there?  I'm getting really
worried
>about them.
>
>Hang in there with the hormonal changes of pregnancy.  Babies are worth it.

What Erin failed to mention in her email is that this is baby #4 for her,
and by the end of April, she will have a newborn, a 2 year old, a 5 year
old and a 7 year old.  Not to mention she and her husband just finished
remodeling their home (do-it-yourself!!!) to add two new bedrooms to
accomodate their growing family.

I am in complete and utter awe of the fact that she can write at ALL, let
alone be turning out what is obviously an awesome, very long story!!

Kathy (who is proud to be Erin's friend, even if she does get mad at me for
sending her a postcard from Aruba. <vbg>)

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:)  Just thinking of my fans!  (wow!  me with fans . . . well, sort of,
anyways. <bg>)

Tara

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On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 23:45:45 -0500 Tara Smith
<jilectan@EMAIL.COM> wrote:

> Henceforth I will be labelling the parts (ex: Threads of
> Confusion (x/?) Metropolis or Voyager) out of consideration
> to those of you who do not like Star Trek but are willing
> to read the Metropolis parts.

Thanks, Tara! I was intrigued and very interested in what
you were doing with Maggie in Part 1, but then I saw ST in
part 2 and my heart sank... as some people are aware, I'd
rather stick needles in my eyes than watch/read anything to
do with ST! ;) But I *will* look forward to the next
Metropolis section.

Wendy

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:)  Just trying to treat my fans right!  (wow!  me with fans . . . well,
sort of, anyways. <bg>)

Tara

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On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 23:45:45 -0500 Tara Smith
<jilectan@EMAIL.COM> wrote:

> Henceforth I will be labelling the parts (ex: Threads of
> Confusion (x/?) Metropolis or Voyager) out of consideration
> to those of you who do not like Star Trek but are willing
> to read the Metropolis parts.

Thanks, Tara! I was intrigued and very interested in what
you were doing with Maggie in Part 1, but then I saw ST in
part 2 and my heart sank... as some people are aware, I'd
rather stick needles in my eyes than watch/read anything to
do with ST! ;) But I *will* look forward to the next
Metropolis section.

Wendy

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In a message dated 01/25/2000 9:58:38 PM Eastern Standard Time,
jilectan@EMAIL.COM writes:

<< Seriously, I sent it about 2 weeks ago.  Should I send it out again? >>

Please. I don't recall seeing it. THough I have to admit, on New Year's Eve,
I lost a lot of old mail -- some of which I hadn't yet read. It wasn't a Y2K
problem (I think) but just a bit of a screw-up with AOL (offline).

--Laurie (who won't read part 2 without part 1)
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In a message dated 1/25/00 11:26:49 PM Eastern Standard Time,
kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM writes:

<<
 What Erin failed to mention in her email is that this is baby #4 for her,
 and by the end of April, she will have a newborn, a 2 year old, a 5 year
 old and a 7 year old.  Not to mention she and her husband just finished
 remodeling their home (do-it-yourself!!!) to add two new bedrooms to
 accomodate their growing family. >>

Ack!!!!!!  I couldn't do that!  I mean, how do you even cope with the
laundry?  Much less find time to write?  I promise, I won't push you again,
Erin.  ( I'll just beg. <G> )

Ann
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From:         Hazel <zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL>
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I still have your first draft sitting in my in-box,
patiently waiting for
the continuation thereof. I'm glad to see you're
taking this one up again.
Quick, get past the parts you've already posted and
let's get to the new
stuff!

Hazel

(who adores those rare crossovers like "Timeless" that
prove intriguing to
someone who knows nothing about the other show, but is
still waiting for
Wendy to be impressed by a ST crossover ;p )

But Hazel, darling, The new release of the story is so
different in spots that you will be lost in the later
parts if you don't read the first parts over again.

I will try to hurry up though.

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Sorry, can't remember who it was that asked this one, but.....

...just happened to be trawling through the cable channels late last night
and came across an episode of the old V series (not the mini series, but the
series after that). Discovered to my total surprise that the villain of the
piece - Bates - was played by none other than our own Lane Smith. Very young
and dapper looking - like your typical sleazy politician. <G> Hair dark
brown and very nice too. ;)

So, you could probably do worse than to check out some V websites for cast
photos. I'm sure he must be in some of them.

LabRat :)
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Kathy wrote:
> I am in complete and utter awe of the fact that she can write at ALL, let
> alone be turning out what is obviously an awesome, very long story!!
>
> Kathy (who is proud to be Erin's friend, even if she does get mad
> at me for
> sending her a postcard from Aruba. <vbg>)

LOL!  Well, you could've sent me a plane ticket! <vbg>  As for your sweet
comments...I already warned you I'm overly emotional lately, you're going to
make me cry by saying such nice things.  ;)

As for Ann's comments:

>Ack!!!!!!  I couldn't do that!  I mean, how do you even cope with the
>laundry?  Much less find time to write?  I promise, I won't push you again,
>Erin.  ( I'll just beg. <G> )

Well, there are many more ppl around folcdome (prolific writers, even! ;)
with plenty more kids than I have, and *I'm* the one wondering how *they* do
it!  I just try to do something for myself amongst all those motherly and
household chores, and I pick fanfic writing.  <bg>

As for pushing me, Ann...no, don't stop!  Hearing all of you pushing and
begging for more is the only thing that *keeps* me writing 'Darkest Hour'!
;)  I have another couple of sections done and almost ready to post, so
hopefully you can read more of this today.  ;)

Erin  :)
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In a message dated 01/26/2000 12:54:52 PM Eastern Standard Time,
erink@IDA.NET writes:

<< I have another couple of sections done and almost ready to post, so
 hopefully you can read more of this today.  ;) >>

Yay!!!

I'm afraid I haven't been much help in the Feedback dept, but Erin, you
certainly have me on the edge of my seat. Can't wait to see how they really
make it out of this.

I'd tell you just how much I'm loving this, but I think I'll leave my praise
as a cliffhanger ;)

Hey! What's good for the reader is good for the author! <VBG>

Eskimo Anne ;) (snowed in on the East Coast)
Keep up the great work!!  ;)

SNOW FOR SALE!!! CHEAP!!! MUST GO!!! GET IT WHILE IT's COLD!!
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Wendy:

You certainly did a good impression of someone who had read my ST:TNG
crossover story for the quiz!

Does that mean you are busted?!?:)

Carolyn
cschnall@.med.cornell.edu

>On Mon, 24 Jan 2000 23:45:45 -0500 Tara Smith
><jilectan@EMAIL.COM> wrote:
>
>
>> Henceforth I will be labelling the parts (ex: Threads of
>> Confusion (x/?) Metropolis or Voyager) out of consideration
>> to those of you who do not like Star Trek but are willing
>> to read the Metropolis parts.
>
>
>Thanks, Tara! I was intrigued and very interested in what
>you were doing with Maggie in Part 1, but then I saw ST in
>part 2 and my heart sank... as some people are aware, I'd
>rather stick needles in my eyes than watch/read anything to
>do with ST! ;) But I *will* look forward to the next
>Metropolis section.
>
>
>Wendy
>
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>w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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>In a message dated 1/25/00 8:15:37 AM Pacific Standard Time,
>creolel@CA.FREEI.NET writes:
>
><< I have a question.  Does anyone subscribe to the Lois and Clark
newsletter
>where they were counting down the best and worst episodes?  They were down
to
>the #2 best and worst, and the #1 was coming soon? >>
>
>Craig Byrne is the author of the Krypton Club Newletter :
CraigByrne@aol.com.
>If you'd like, I can fwd the latest issues to you privately.
>Kate

May I be a recipient as well?

Thanks,
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On Wed, 26 Jan 2000 13:10:40 -0500 Carolyn Schnall
<cschnall@MED.CORNELL.EDU> wrote:

> Wendy:
>
> You certainly did a good impression of someone who had read my ST:TNG
> crossover story for the quiz!
>
> Does that mean you are busted?!?:)

Well... maybe, since I know my ST aversion is fairly well
known, I thought *my* inclusion of an ST crossover might
fool a few people. And don't forget the description gives a
clue to the ep to which it relates! :)

Wendy
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Erin wrote:
>Well, there are many more ppl around folcdome (prolific writers, even! ;)
>with plenty more kids than I have, and *I'm* the one wondering how *they*
do
>it!  I just try to do something for myself amongst all those motherly and
>household chores, and I pick fanfic writing.  <bg>

I wonder how anyone with even one child finds time to write fanfic! I'm just
a
college student and, as I'm sure you can tell from my lack of posts on the
list, I haven't had much time for anything Lois and Clark lately (haven't
had
time for anything *fun* at all lately, actually...)

My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule time to
write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you? Do you
have a favorite time of the day to write? Or one where you're usually more
productive than other times. I know, for schoolwork, my optimum schedule is
class in the morning and schoolwork in the afternoon and sometimes evenings.
I
didn't realize this schedule until I had almost all afternoon classes last
semester and had a hard time getting work done. Anyone else?

-Christy
 kubitc@kenyon.edu

* * * * * * * * * *

"Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply
disgraceful." -Aldous Huxley
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Thanks for all the help I got with the Krypton CLub Newsletter.  I
appreciate it.  And Carolyn, to subscribe to it, just e-mail Craig Byrne at
CraigByrne@aol.com, and ask to be a member of the newsletter!

Lori

-----Original Message-----
From: Carolyn Schnall [mailto:cschnall@MED.CORNELL.EDU]
Sent: Wednesday, January 26, 2000 2:19 AM
To: creolel@mail.ca.freei.net
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>In a message dated 1/25/00 8:15:37 AM Pacific Standard Time,
>creolel@CA.FREEI.NET writes:
>
><< I have a question.  Does anyone subscribe to the Lois and Clark
newsletter
>where they were counting down the best and worst episodes?  They were down
to
>the #2 best and worst, and the #1 was coming soon? >>
>
>Craig Byrne is the author of the Krypton Club Newletter :
CraigByrne@aol.com.
>If you'd like, I can fwd the latest issues to you privately.
>Kate

May I be a recipient as well?

Thanks,
Carolyn
cschnall@.med.cornell.edu
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Date:         Wed, 26 Jan 2000 14:05:59 -0500
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Bravo Tara!

I always like a good ST Crossover!  I can't wait to see how this one
develops.

Wendy

Don't feel to badly about being ribbed.  I know several individuals that
don't give a hang about ST and still seem to live completely happy normal
lives.  I personally don't know how they do it and don't ever want to find
out.

James
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In a message dated Wed, 26 Jan 2000  1:51:10 PM Eastern Standard Time,
kubitc <kubitc@KENYON.EDU> writes:

>
> I wonder how anyone with even one child finds time to write fanfic! I'm
just a
> college student and, as I'm sure you can tell from my lack of posts on the
> list, I haven't had much time for anything Lois and Clark lately (haven't
had
> time for anything *fun* at all lately, actually...)

I know what you mean.  I've been feeling the same way lately.

>
> My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule time
to
> write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you? Do
you
> have a favorite time of the day to write? Or one where you're usually more
> productive than other times. I know, for schoolwork, my optimum schedule
is
> class in the morning and schoolwork in the afternoon and sometimes
evenings. I
> didn't realize this schedule until I had almost all afternoon classes last
> semester and had a hard time getting work done. Anyone else?

I agree with you.  I am better with classe in the morning, then hwk in the
afternoon/early evening, working out after dinner, then having all night (I
stay up pretty late) to write/read fanfic.  But this semester I have a night
class and it is really throwing me off.  I actually write a lot better at
night, especially between 11 pm and 3 am, especially around 3am, that is
when I seem the most brilliant (although I will go back and read somehting I
wrote the night before and cry about how stupid it is the next day :))  But
I almost never write anything before 11 or midnight.

Alicia

>
> -Christy
>  kubitc@kenyon.edu
>
> * * * * * * * * * *
>
> "Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply
disgraceful." -Aldous Huxley
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On Wed, 26 Jan 2000 14:05:59 -0500 James Tull
<mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:

> Wendy
>
> Don't feel to badly about being ribbed.

James, I assure you I don't! Like the ST-crossover writers,
I'm taking it all in good fun. And as the writer of
probably one of the weirdest crossovers to hit this list, I
deserve a little slagging (as we'd call it here <g>) about
my tastes or otherwise in non-L&C TV programmes!

Wendy
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On Wed, 26 Jan 2000 13:49:06 -0500, kubitc <kubitc@KENYON.EDU> wrote:

I wonder how anyone with even one child finds time to write fanfic! I'm
just a college student and, as I'm sure you can tell from my lack of posts
on the list, I haven't had much time for anything Lois and Clark lately
(haven't had time for anything *fun* at all lately, actually...)

My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule time
to write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you? Do
you have a favorite time of the day to write? Or one where you're usually
more productive than other times. I know, for schoolwork, my optimum
schedule is class in the morning and schoolwork in the afternoon and
sometimes evenings. I didn't realize this schedule until I had almost all
afternoon classes last semester and had a hard time getting work done.
Anyone else?

-Christy

James Writes

As the proud father of a newborn daughter I also have been having an
interesting time finding time to write.

I have lately been trying to find the time during lunch hour at my work,
which can be a dangerous thing as they can still find you!)  The rest of
the time I think about the next writing session so that I do not have to
spend as much time creating as typing.

James, who's daughter has discovered how the drool muscles work and
exercises them quite nicely.
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Date:         Wed, 26 Jan 2000 14:24:10 EST
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From:         April Story <AStory2873@AOL.COM>
Subject:      OT:   Dean Online Chat Tomorrow 1/27/00
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Again my apologies to those of you that receive this more than once =)

Thanks Mary! From the TCC Boards =)

quote:

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827.24 in reply to 827.23 prev

For those of you not on the Dean-related mailing lists, just to let you know
that Dean is scheduled to chat from Sundance along with the rest of the cast
from "The Broken Hearts Club" tomorrow (Thursday) from 2pm PST at
http://www.jamdance.com - click onto chats in the left-hand column and you
are there!

An opportunity to ask Dean about his role in the film, but worth remembering
that this is not just a Dean chat, however much we would like it to be!

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Date:         Wed, 26 Jan 2000 11:32:43 -0800
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--- kubitc <kubitc@KENYON.EDU> wrote:
<snip>
> I wonder how anyone with even one child finds time
> to write fanfic! I'm just a
> college student and, as I'm sure you can tell from
> my lack of posts on the
> list, I haven't had much time for anything Lois and
> Clark lately (haven't had
> time for anything *fun* at all lately, actually...)
>
> My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any
> of you schedule time to
> write? Or have no set time but just write when the
> muse strikes you? Do you
> have a favorite time of the day to write? Or one
> where you're usually more
> productive than other times.

Christy, some of us are very lucky in that we have
jobs where we can take some time to write if the fancy
strikes us. I'm very happy to be a consultant. I'm at
my computer a lot and I can spare 20 minutes here or
there to keep things going.  I do most of my plotting
away from the computer, while I'm falling asleep or
peeling potatoes or folding laundry. My time at the
computer consists of putting what I've preplanned down
on paper.

I'll write at any time of the day or night if I have
the opportunity although I think I'm more productive
after supper before midnight.

Irene

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Date:         Wed, 26 Jan 2000 16:57:56 -0500
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Thanks for the mention, Wendy! <g>  It's not mine, and I'm getting curious
myself about this fic.  It doesn't sound familiar.

Dawn
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Well, I took it as a compliment either way:)
Thanks,
Carolyn

>On Wed, 26 Jan 2000 13:10:40 -0500 Carolyn Schnall
><cschnall@MED.CORNELL.EDU> wrote:
>
>> Wendy:
>>
>> You certainly did a good impression of someone who had read my ST:TNG
>> crossover story for the quiz!
>>
>> Does that mean you are busted?!?:)
>
>
>
>Well... maybe, since I know my ST aversion is fairly well
>known, I thought *my* inclusion of an ST crossover might
>fool a few people. And don't forget the description gives a
>clue to the ep to which it relates! :)
>
>
>Wendy
>----------------------
>Wendy Richards
>w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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<< My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule time
to
 write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you? Do you
 have a favorite time of the day to write? Or one where you're usually more
 productive than other times.>> I can't speak for anyone else...but for me I
find writing at night is much easier.  As a former reporter (now editor) I
always wanted the
night shift. For some reason I can't write while the sun is up...than again
maybe that's just me :}

mariann
MarBrian@aol.com
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Time to write is hard to find.  It's not so hard to get a few minutes
here and there to read e-mail, or even respond to it (although when I
have a squirmy baby or preschooler on my lap, I can't do any typing).  I
can even carve out time to keep up with the latest enthralling epics
(Erin, Wendy, Irene, Yvonne, Cindy ... write more! <g>) but time to
write is a harder thing.  I not only need undisturbed keyboard time, I
need *quiet* (although in a pinch, the L&C soundtrack is good music to
write by).  I've considered going to bed at 8pm, then waking up at 4 to
write then... but my hubby would probably wake up with me and distract
me anyway <sigh>  I have my own computer set-up, but it's in the family
room, so if hubby is watching a movie, I have a hard time concentrating
enough to do anything creative.

On the bright side, however, my kids are (temporarily, I'm sure)
sometimes on the same nap schedule.  That gives me an hour or two in the
afternoon when they're zonked, and hubby is safely at work, and I can
*create* (who needs to eat lunch?) so I've been making some progress
lately... I may even be able to begin posting in segments :) sometime
soon...

PJ
who's not above fishing for FDK ;)
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Date:         Wed, 26 Jan 2000 20:11:56 -0500
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Ok.  I'll re-send it as soon as I get home from school tonight :)

Tara

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Subject: Re: New: Threads of Confusion (2/?) Voyager (no spoiler)

In a message dated 01/25/2000 9:58:38 PM Eastern Standard Time,
jilectan@EMAIL.COM writes:

<< Seriously, I sent it about 2 weeks ago.  Should I send it out again? >>

Please. I don't recall seeing it. THough I have to admit, on New Year's Eve,
I lost a lot of old mail -- some of which I hadn't yet read. It wasn't a Y2K
problem (I think) but just a bit of a screw-up with AOL (offline).

--Laurie (who won't read part 2 without part 1)

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Ok.  I'll re-send it as soon as I get home from school tonight :)

Part 1 and Part 2 are actually interchangeable, so you wouldn't miss
anything if you read part 2 first :)

Tara

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In a message dated 01/25/2000 9:58:38 PM Eastern Standard Time,
jilectan@EMAIL.COM writes:

<< Seriously, I sent it about 2 weeks ago.  Should I send it out again? >>

Please. I don't recall seeing it. THough I have to admit, on New Year's Eve,
I lost a lot of old mail -- some of which I hadn't yet read. It wasn't a Y2K
problem (I think) but just a bit of a screw-up with AOL (offline).

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Date:         Wed, 26 Jan 2000 18:11:03 -0700
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> My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule time
to
> write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you? Do
you
> have a favorite time of the day to write?

This sounds like an appropriate thread to say goodbye.  I love this list; I
love Zoom's fanfic message board even more, but I can't keep up with them
and get any of my own writing done.  I have to schedule time for writing to
get any done (and I schedule at 6 in the morning, 2 or 3 in the afternoon,
and 9 or 10 at night, depending on my work schedule that day).
Unfortunately, I can't seem to fire up the computer without checking my
email--which this list fills--or checking the status of several
fics-in-progress on Zoom's board, and the next thing you know, my hour is
gone and I haven't gotten any writing done.  And, as much as I love
discussing writing with you guys, I need to work on my own writing
first--just to stay sane.

So, regretfully, I'll be going no-mail in a few days--*after* I've been to
Sundance and reported what happened.  I'll still be around--on the
LoisandClark list, certainly--and anyone who needs or wants to talk to me
can get me at sharper@cncc.cc.co.us

Thanks for all the times you listened to my comments, and thanks for sharing
your own.  It's been a fun ride.

Sheila Harper
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Sheila, we're going to miss you, but I for one, am
glad that you're going NOMAIL rather than
unsubscribing. It doesn't seem so final that way.

Keep us up to date as to how you and your writing is
doing. I know that you'll be a published author soon.
I'll be looking for your name in the local bookstores.

Irene

--- Sheila Harper <sharper@CNCC.CC.CO.US> wrote:
> > My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do
> any of you schedule time
> to
> > write? Or have no set time but just write when the
> muse strikes you? Do
> you
> > have a favorite time of the day to write?
>
> This sounds like an appropriate thread to say
> goodbye.  I love this list; I
> love Zoom's fanfic message board even more, but I
> can't keep up with them
> and get any of my own writing done.  I have to
> schedule time for writing to
> get any done (and I schedule at 6 in the morning, 2
> or 3 in the afternoon,
> and 9 or 10 at night, depending on my work schedule
> that day).
> Unfortunately, I can't seem to fire up the computer
> without checking my
> email--which this list fills--or checking the status
> of several
> fics-in-progress on Zoom's board, and the next thing
> you know, my hour is
> gone and I haven't gotten any writing done.  And, as
> much as I love
> discussing writing with you guys, I need to work on
> my own writing
> first--just to stay sane.
>
> So, regretfully, I'll be going no-mail in a few
> days--*after* I've been to
> Sundance and reported what happened.  I'll still be
> around--on the
> LoisandClark list, certainly--and anyone who needs
> or wants to talk to me
> can get me at sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
>
> Thanks for all the times you listened to my
> comments, and thanks for sharing
> your own.  It's been a fun ride.
>
> Sheila Harper
>

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Date:         Wed, 26 Jan 2000 17:53:17 -0800
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Sheila, I hope this won't be permanent!  I'll miss you a lot!

Nan Smith

Sheila Harper wrote:

> > My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule
time
> to
> > write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you? Do
> you
> > have a favorite time of the day to write?
>
> This sounds like an appropriate thread to say goodbye.  I love this list;
I
> love Zoom's fanfic message board even more, but I can't keep up with them
> and get any of my own writing done.  I have to schedule time for writing
to
> get any done (and I schedule at 6 in the morning, 2 or 3 in the afternoon,
> and 9 or 10 at night, depending on my work schedule that day).
> Unfortunately, I can't seem to fire up the computer without checking my
> email--which this list fills--or checking the status of several
> fics-in-progress on Zoom's board, and the next thing you know, my hour is
> gone and I haven't gotten any writing done.  And, as much as I love
> discussing writing with you guys, I need to work on my own writing
> first--just to stay sane.
>
> So, regretfully, I'll be going no-mail in a few days--*after* I've been to
> Sundance and reported what happened.  I'll still be around--on the
> LoisandClark list, certainly--and anyone who needs or wants to talk to me
> can get me at sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
>
> Thanks for all the times you listened to my comments, and thanks for
sharing
> your own.  It's been a fun ride.
>
> Sheila Harper
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Sheila, I'll 'me too' to Nan's comments and add along with Irene that I'm
glad you'll be writing and hope we see the result when you're ready.  Jude
----- Original Message -----
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> Sheila, I hope this won't be permanent!  I'll miss you a lot!
>
> Nan Smith
>
> Sheila Harper wrote:
>
> > > My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule
time
> > to
> > > write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you?
Do
> > you
> > > have a favorite time of the day to write?
> >
> > This sounds like an appropriate thread to say goodbye.  I love this
list; I
> > love Zoom's fanfic message board even more, but I can't keep up with
them
> > and get any of my own writing done.  I have to schedule time for writing
to
> > get any done (and I schedule at 6 in the morning, 2 or 3 in the
afternoon,
> > and 9 or 10 at night, depending on my work schedule that day).
> > Unfortunately, I can't seem to fire up the computer without checking my
> > email--which this list fills--or checking the status of several
> > fics-in-progress on Zoom's board, and the next thing you know, my hour
is
> > gone and I haven't gotten any writing done.  And, as much as I love
> > discussing writing with you guys, I need to work on my own writing
> > first--just to stay sane.
> >
> > So, regretfully, I'll be going no-mail in a few days--*after* I've been
to
> > Sundance and reported what happened.  I'll still be around--on the
> > LoisandClark list, certainly--and anyone who needs or wants to talk to
me
> > can get me at sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
> >
> > Thanks for all the times you listened to my comments, and thanks for
sharing
> > your own.  It's been a fun ride.
> >
> > Sheila Harper
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In a message dated 1/26/00 1:51:10 PM EST, kubitc@KENYON.EDU writes:

<< My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule time
to
 write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you? Do you
 have a favorite time of the day to write? Or one where you're usually more
 productive than other times. I know, for schoolwork, my optimum schedule is
 class in the morning and schoolwork in the afternoon and sometimes
evenings.
I
 didn't realize this schedule until I had almost all afternoon classes last
 semester and had a hard time getting work done. Anyone else?
  >>

I basically write whenever I want to write.  I don't schedule a time.
Whenever my muse hits, then it hits.  Lately, I have found myself writing
during lectures in my Antro class.  It looks like I'm taking extensive notes
but really what I'm doing is trying to keep away from my prof's oh so boring
voice! LOL!

i will write no matter where I am.  That's why i take my fanfic with me
everywhere i go.  If something hits me at let's say 4am, I will pull out my
mini recorder to tape it.  That way when i get to that part in my story, if
i
forget what i want to write about, then I can go back to my tape to refresh
my mind.

Alexis ;-.)
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In a message dated 1/26/00 7:27:04 PM EST, jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET writes:

<< although in a pinch, the L&C soundtrack is good music to write by.)

I like to write LnC fanfic/nfic to the tune of the LnC soundtrack too. ;)

Alexis ;-.)
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Here are the answers to the Next Generation quiz:

Story 1: The Master Race, by Jenni Debbage
Story 2: Through the Years, by Erin Klinger
Story 3: Firestorm, by Irene Dutchak
Story 4: Awakenings, by Trevise
Story 5: Lessons, by Pam Jernigan
Story 6: A Life Well Spent, by Chris Mulder
Story 7: My Almost Perfect Life, by Molly
Story 8: Tempered by Fire, by Notrepooh

No one actually got "The Master Race," although Pam did recognize the
author as Jenni.

Felix gets nine points: three and a half two-pointers, and two
one-pointers. Congratulations, Felix! You will kindly note that Felix
actually got more points than there are stories. Those two-pointers do come
in handy. :)

Pam came in second with  7.5 points: three two-pointers, and one and a half
one-pointers.

Clarissa was a close third with six points, all one-pointers. Clarissa
actually got more stories right than anyone else, but since they were from
the excerpts instead of the quotes, Felix still won. ;)

Laurie gets three points -- two for Firestorm, and one for Lessons

Alexis gets one point for naming Irene, although she was off by a
generation in guessing the title of the story.

I hope this type of double quiz was enjoyable. Okay, Wendy, over to you --
your turn now!

Hazel
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In a message dated 1/27/00 3:26:42 AM EST, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

<< Alexis gets one point for naming Irene, although she was off by a
 generation in guessing the title of the story.
  >>

YAY! at least I got one point considering how much fanfic I get to read..
which is not much.  LOL!

Alexis ;-.)
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> Okay, Wendy, over to you -- your turn now!

Thank you, Hazel! And it was great to see just how many
nextgen stories are eligible this year.

I'm also doing something slightly different with this quiz:
I am not telling you what category it is! There is a reason
for this, which I will explain when I post the answers. The
extracts are also substantially shorter, just to make
things more interesting.

So this time I want the Kerth category, and the
author/title of the story. I will also award bonus points,
in *this* instance, to anyone who tells me that they have
not looked the story up on the Archive or elsewhere.

Don't forget the spoiler space!

Wendy
----------------------

Extract 1:
"Do you know Superman?" Jimmy asked her.  With most of the
reporters gone, she seemed calmer, less  demanding, and he
hoped that he could get an exclusive for the Planet.  At
the very least, it might impress  his editor slightly.

"He's an adult," she said firmly.  "I don't want to know
him."  She started to turn and leave, then she  pivoted
back and faced him once more.  "You don't look old," she
said brightly.  "I mean, you aren't one of  us, but you
don't look like one of them either.  You might be okay."

Extract 2:
"Once I got away, I headed straight back here, and Mom gave
me your message. I searched the area from the air until I
found the car-- nice signal, by the way."

Lois laughed. "Well, I had to come up with something that
you'd know was from me...."

"Yes, well, I think you did that all right. Only you, Lois,
would draw the El shield and an arrow in lipstick on the
roof of a car!"

Extract 3:
Staffers scattered in all directions, leaving only Lois
Lane and Clark Kent holding each other in the middle of the
newsroom, oblivious to anything but each other.

Only Ralph's very shocked voice could be heard over the
din.  "You mean she *wasn't* really his girlfriend?!?"

Extract 4:
He grinned.  "All right, so there're a couple of gaps. But,
you know, I can see why Dad would be upset with the
sketch."

Lois's eyes widened.  "Why, Clark? It's beautiful."

"Maybe the idea of his wife posing nude, for a start."

"But they weren't married at the time.  Anyway, it wasn't
sexual.  It was part of an art class."

"Hah!"

Lois laughed delightedly, "Clark, you're a prude!"

Extract 5:
She sighed.  "This is going to be difficult.   Any ideas on
how to keep you two straight?"

Her fiance wrapped his arms around her waist.  "Easy," he
said.  "If he tries to kiss you, I'll be the one taking him
outside."  He winked at his look-alike to show his good
humor.

Extract 6:
"Guys don't sit that way. It makes me--you--look like a
girl."

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

Extract 7:
"As For Your Other Question -- Who I Am... Who *We* Are...
Can You Not Guess, Lois Lane?"

And suddenly, Lois thought that she could. In fact, it now
seemed incredibly obvious -- almost as obvious as the true
identity of *another* costumed figure, once she'd worked it
out. The way in which the "man" had cocked his head, his
laugh, the determination and intensity that he had shown as
he vanquished the sorcerer, the way in which he'd arrived
in the nick of time and then made to leave as soon as his
job was done -- even his build in the blue tights; it was
all so familiar. And, since she had been brought here, to a
field in France, seven or eight hundred years before she'd
been born, to help a previous incarnation of herself and
her husband and soul mate, it was no great stretch of the
imagination to realise that this cloaked and helmeted
figure was....

Extract 8:
And then Clark laughed. A short bark of laughter, but one
that was filled with irrepressible humour -- merriment,
even... and *defiance?* Lois' eyes went wide as her gaze
snapped back to him. To her amazement, he was regarding
Luthor with a look of something like amused exasperation,
one eyebrow cocked and his mouth quirked on one side in a
familiar half-smile.

Her astonishment continued to grow as she watched and
listened. "You'll tell?" he snorted. "Tell what? Tell the
world that I'm Superman?" Once again, he reached down and
pulled Luthor from the floor, this time lifting the supine
form until the two men's faces were mere inches apart. "*Go
ahead!*" he hissed.

Extract 9:
Lois walked away from Laura, expecting the infant to play
with her toys or crawl off to explore the mysteries of the
kitchen cabinets.  Instead, Laura's lower lip thrust out,
and she began to cry and crawl after her mother.  Lois
stopped and looked back at her daughter, then turned to
Clark, frustration evident in her coffee-dark eyes.  "I
don't know what I should do.  I want to pick her up, but
the books say I shouldn't because it'll teach her that she
can get what she wants by crying, and she'll grow up to be
spoiled and egocentric.  But if I don't, then she'll learn
that her opinion doesn't matter, and that'll make her
insecure and depressed.  And if I pick her up sometimes and
don't other times, that'll teach her that there's no
consistency in her world, and she'll never be able to trust
people when she grows up."  She plopped down on one of the
kitchen chairs. "Clark, there's no way to win."

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On Wed, 26 Jan 2000 17:44:05 -0800 "Irene D."
<sirenegold@YAHOO.COM> wrote:

> Keep us up to date as to how you and your writing is
> doing. I know that you'll be a published author soon.
> I'll be looking for your name in the local bookstores.

Likewise, except that for us overseas readers we'll be
looking on amazon.com! Sheila, I'm sorry you don't have
time to keep up with the list and MBs any more, though I
fully understand. I am just very glad that you hadn't
arrived at this point a month or so ago, since I'm very
grateful for the extremely helpful comments you made on my
last fic-in-progress on Zoom's boards, without which the
finished story wouldn't have been as good as (I hope) it is.

Thank you, and don't forget to post every now and then to
tell us what you're up to! And I know we're all looking
forward to the nfic 'Walk in my Shoes' and of your fanzine
story.

Wendy
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Well, Wendy, I won't mention the category, since it would be cheating. ;)
So here's the ones I know, going strictly without my harddrive:

S
P
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R

S
P
A
C
E

1: Hypergirl -- by Crystal Wimmer?
2: Preparations, by Phil
3: Fatal Attraction. I can see the "promo picture" in my head. :)
4: The Last Time I Saw Elvis
5: Kathy Brown's Movers and Shakers
6: Walk in My Shoes, also by Kathy!
7: Phil's Soul Mates, take 2. Alas, I don't remember the title on this
version, but I could finish the line if you want!
8: Phile's Stronger Than Me Alone. I could add this quote: "LUTHOOOOOR!!" :)
9: Er. It's not For the Good of the Child, but the one before that, I think
-- and I don't remember the title! Pam had a hand in writing it though.

My sincere apologies to the writers of this <clears throat> Kerth category
for not remembering their individual names!

Hazel
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Oh, dear...

Because of time differences and workload and stuff like that, I usually
just kibitz the quizzes. Now, here comes one that I could have a good
go at (not even needing to refer to the archive), _and_ I have the
time just at the moment, too, but I think I have to disqualify myself
-- for reasons that will be obvious once the answers go up.

So, I'll just have to content myself with being mysterious and saying
that I know the category (one of the extracts is a dead give-away for
_that_, Wendy), and I know the stories and I know the authors, and I
even know a few things about some of the stories that hardly anyone
else knows.

Frustrating, really... <g>

Phil
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S

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Category: Season 6

> Extract 1:
"Hypergirl", by ????

> Extract 2:
Phil's "Labyrinth"

> Extract 3:
Kathy Brown's "Fatal Attraction"

> Extract 4:
Argh, it's on the tip of my tongue...

> Extract 5:
"Movers and SHakers", by ????

> Extract 6:
Sheila's "Walk in My Shoes"

> Extract 7:
Phil's "The Hand of Fate"

> Extract 8:
Phil's "Stronger Than Me Alone"

> Extract 9:
I remember this passage, but I can't recall where...

And no, I didn't look these up.  Fortunately I've read the entire S5/S6
canon
a few times. :)

Felix

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On Thu, 27 Jan 2000 07:59:12 -0500 Hazel <zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL> wrote:

> S
> P
> O
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>
> S
> P
> A
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> E

 A
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 M
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[Snip]

> 8: Phile's Stronger Than Me Alone. I could add this quote: "LUTHOOOOOR!!"
:)

Hazel, Hazel, Hazel... get it right. It's:

"LUUUTHOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Kindly note the _five_ exclamation marks -- a sure sign of insanity,
according to the works of Terry Pratchett <eg>.

Phil, wondering who this "Phile" person is, and just what it is that
s/he likes so much... <g>
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Comments on the responses, without giving answers... <g>

>
> S
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>
> S
> P
> A
> C
> E
>
>
> 9: Er. It's not For
> the Good of the Child, but the one before that, I think --
> and I don't remember the title! Pam had a hand in writing
> it though.

Now, now, Hazel... remember, these are all stories which
must be eligible for the *2000* Kerths; that two-parter was
nominated in 1999! (and won, IIRC).

Phil(e) wrote:
>>>Now, here comes one that I could have a good
go at (not even needing to refer to the archive), _and_ I have the
time just at the moment, too, but I think I have to disqualify myself
-- for reasons that will be obvious once the answers go
up.<<<

Thank you, Phil; sorry about this, but maybe next time?  I
would like to know, just out of interest, which of the
extracts *you* considered to be the dead give-away.

Oh, and maybe I should have just used this:
>>>"LUUUTHOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR!!!!!"<<<

as the extract!

Felix... you must have a photographic memory for fics!

Wendy

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> So this time I want the Kerth category, and the
> author/title of the story. I will also award bonus points,
> in *this* instance, to anyone who tells me that they have
> not looked the story up on the Archive or elsewhere.

S

P

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Darn, Wendy, I finally get one of your quizzes that I could win, including
the extra credit points, and I think I have to disqualify myself since I
either wrote or edited six of the nine stories.  And, yes, I'm supposed to
be typing up an Internet-based assignment for one of my classes instead of
guessing one of your quizzes--which is just more proof that I'm a spineless,
weak-willed addict who can't drag myself away from my favorite pasttime.
<sigh>

Sheila
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Phil wrote:
>
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> A
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>[Snip]
>
>> 8: Phile's Stronger Than Me Alone. I could add this quote:
"LUTHOOOOOR!!" :)
>
>Hazel, Hazel, Hazel... get it right. It's:
>
>"LUUUTHOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR!!!!!"
>
>Kindly note the _five_ exclamation marks -- a sure sign of insanity,
>according to the works of Terry Pratchett <eg>.
>
>Phil, wondering who this "Phile" person is, and just what it is that
>s/he likes so much... <g>

Sorry for the extra bandwidth, but I don't want to spoil this for anyone.

Phil, it was a closed-book quiz. I'm sure you'll forgive a few missing
vowels and exclamation points. In fact, why don't you take that misplaced e
and stick it somewhere in Luthor's name... no, that won't work. Ah well.
Next time, maybe.

Hazel

(plotting what to do for Best Villain, and thinking of nominating Phil
himself)
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Okay, Wendy, let's just see... Cool quiz, Wendy!

S

P

O

I

L

E

R

S

P

A

C

E

Extract 1:  Hypergirl, by Crystal Wimmer

Extract 2:  Preparations, by Phil Atcliff, and I think I'm starting to
guess the category! <g>

Extract 3:  Fatal Attraction, by Kathy Brown

Extract 4:  The Last Time I Saw Elvis, by CC Malo

Extract 5:  Movers & Shakers, by Kathy Brown & Nancy Merkle

Extract 6:  Walk In My Shoes, by Sheila Harper

Extract 7:  Hand of Fate, by Phil Atcliff

Extract 8:  Stronger Than Me Alone, by my hero TMP <g>  (Absolutely
*adore* this moment)

Extract 9:  Ooh, this one is hard... I'm guessing Turn Around, by Sheila
Harper

The category, btw, is Best Season 6, and I should probably be
disqualified because I was a coordinator and webhoster, so I was kinda
immersed in these for a while... No checking the archive here, though
:)  I didn't even check the web files on my hard drive! <g>
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From:         "Felix E. Sung" <fsung@JUSTICE.LOYOLA.EDU>
Subject:      Re: Kerth category quiz: What's the category?

M
O
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E

S
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Wendy wrote:
>Felix... you must have a photographic memory for fics!
Well, this category is among my favorites.  If I had never found S5/S6 six
months ago I certainly never would have been addicted to L&C fanfic in the
first place. :)

Phil wrote:
>Now, here comes one that I could have a good go at (not even needing to
>refer to the archive), _and_ I have the time just at the moment, too, but I
>think I have to disqualify myself -- for reasons that will be obvious once
>the answers go up.
<Snort>  I wonder why.  <hackcoughahem>

Felix

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Hazel took a crack at this...

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

> 9: Er. It's not For the Good of the Child, but the one before that, I
think
> -- and I don't remember the title! Pam had a hand in writing it though.

This was the hardest one, I think ... but I do know that I didn't write
it :)  Besides the eligibility question (we already won this category
last year <g>), there's the problem that Laura was too young to crawl in
my ep...

However, given who I *think* wrote this one... thank you!! for getting
me confused with her <g>

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I've been a fan of the serie, a FoLC, from the very beginning. I used =
to
tape each episode so I can see them 2 or 3 times before saying goodbye =
and
tape some new episodes over them. I painfully understand now the =
mistake I
made. The abrupt end of the serie was a shock to me (for all of us as I
understand).

I've discovered recently the existence of the FanFic. So far, I've read =
30
episodes (I just finished S6) and it had given me an urge to go back at =
the
source! Like some dynamic duo often said: I'm obsessing!

Since I don't have access to TNT, nor CFMT, who broadcast reruns (as I
heard), I was wondering if any of you can help me fulfill my need? I =
know
that some of you, probably many of you kept the complete serie on tape. =
Now,
I beg you to manifest yourself so I can send you some video cassettes =
(or
money to buy them) to tape the serie (or a part of it), a few episodes =
at a
time (let's say we'll start with one). Considering all the trouble that
would bring you, I'm ready to compensate you. It would not be a salary =
;-),
but only a compensation for the time you spend (lose) doing this.

I thank you all very much for reading this and, if you can help me, you
would make a FoLC very happy!

P.S. : For those of you who did not know; the Lois & Clark soundtrack =
is
available (to listen) on the Broadcast.com site.  You need the G2 =
RealPlayer
and this address: =
http://www.broadcast.com/music/cd_jukebox/Soundtracks/.
It's this discovery, a few months ago, that pulled me back to the Lois =
&
Clark universe.

Michel Fortin, a new subscriber who salutes you all
Michel.Fortin@iname.com
Longueuil (Montreal region)
Qu=E9bec, Canada

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On Thu, 27 Jan 2000 09:13:28 -0500 Hazel <zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL> wrote:

[Stuff snipped to avoid spoilers]

>>> 8: Phile's [Snip II]

>> Kindly note the _five_ exclamation marks [snipped -- sorry, FoLCs,
but they're a spoiler in themselves], a sure sign of insanity,
according to the works of Terry Pratchett <eg>.

>> Phil, wondering who this "Phile" person is, and just what it is
that s/he likes so much... <g> <<

> Phil, it was a closed-book quiz. I'm sure you'll forgive a few
missing vowels and exclamation points. In fact, why don't you take that
misplaced e and stick it somewhere in Luthor's name... no, that won't
work. Ah, well. Next time, maybe. <

Given my opinion of Luthor, I'm more likely to stick it... to quote
Felix, <hackcougahem> <eg>. Actually, I'm going to need it, 'cause Pam
keeps leaving the e off my _surname_ <g> Got another couple I can
borrow, Hazl? ;-D

> Hazel (plotting what to do for Best Villain, and thinking of
nominating Phil himself) <

Well, that gives _that_ one away! The Best Villain quiz has just become
a little shorter... <g>

Phil, who sympathises with Sheila -- this is so much more fun than work!
--
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friend of Lois and Clark, and now, it seems, co-creator of a time
machine!" -- Kath Roden
"[...] an incredible icon for our generation." -- Kristin Drew
"No, I don't believe [them], either." -- Fred Dagg
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> Actually, I'm going to need it, 'cause Pam
> keeps leaving the e off my _surname_ <g> Got another couple I can
> borrow, Hazl? ;-D
>

Oops, sorry, Dr Phil, sir!  And I have no excuse at all...  I'll try to
do better, but just in case...

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

That should tide you over for a while <g>
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On Thu, 27 Jan 2000 15:52:39 -0500 Phillip Atcliffe
<Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK> wrote:

> Given my opinion of Luthor, I'm more likely to stick it...
> to quote Felix, <hackcougahem> <eg>. Actually, I'm going to
> need it, 'cause Pam keeps leaving the e off my _surname_
> <g> Got another couple I can borrow, Hazl? ;-D

<g> I probably have one...

> > Hazel (plotting what to do for Best Villain, and thinking
> of nominating Phil himself) <
>
> Well, that gives _that_ one away! The Best Villain quiz has
> just become a little shorter... <g>

Well, finish writing your Luthor-bash and then we can
nominate you personally!

> "Phil Atcliffe, Dr, Sir, Phil Atcliffe. Fanfic writer, mad
> scientist, friend of Lois and Clark, and now, it seems,
> co-creator of a time machine!" -- Kath Roden
> "[...] an incredible icon for our generation." -- Kristin
> Drew "No, I don't believe [them], either." -- Fred Dagg

You could always add to that 'Phil the Mad Professor' --
FoLCs

Wndy ==> having given Phil her e.

----------------------
Wendy Richards
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>Given my opinion of Luthor, I'm more likely to stick it... to quote
>Felix, <hackcougahem> <eg>. Actually, I'm going to need it, 'cause Pam
>keeps leaving the e off my _surname_ <g> Got another couple I can
>borrow, Hazl? ;-D

My kids keep wanting to know why I'm laughing. This list is dangerous other
people's presumptions of my mental health.

Hazel

("Phil! Brave sir many titles!)
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>My kids keep wanting to know why I'm laughing. This list is dangerous other
>people's presumptions of my mental health.

...and my grammar has apparently gone out the window. I'll blame you people
when my editor doesn't like my work next time!

Hazel

(who will have much less time to write fic if she loses her job)
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Do we have a list of Categories that we can nominate
stories to or do we just nominate the stories and
suggest a category for them?

or even weirder than that...

Do we just nominate the stories and after all the
nominations are in it is decided what categories they
can fit into?

James

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> Do we have a list of Categories that we can nominate
> stories to or do we just nominate the stories and
> suggest a category for them?

Interesting suggestion, James :) but we do have a list of categories.
It's similar to the one from last year, with a few modifications to
adapt it to this year's crop of stories.  Erin, Kathy & I hashed it out
last week, and I know Erin plans to announce it soon.  Anyway, if you're
thinking of nominations already, just use last year's category list as a
guide :)
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> So this time I want the Kerth category, and the
> author/title of the story. I will also award bonus
> points,
> in *this* instance, to anyone who tells me that they
> have
> not looked the story up on the Archive or elsewhere.
>
> Don't forget the spoiler space!
s

p

o

i

l

e

r

s

p

a

c

e

>
>
> Wendy
> ----------------------
>
> Extract 1:
Hypergirl - NG, Series, I usually don't remember
Authors.
> Extract 2:
Another good one - Haven't a clue - Drama

> Extract 3:
????
>
> Extract 4:
??? I do want to know this one!
>
>
> Extract 5:
Elsworld
>
> Extract 6:
Phillip Atcliffe Series,

> Extract 7:
???
>
> Extract 8:
Phillip Atcliffe part 3 of extract 6 - Series
>
> Extract 9:
??? series

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Okay, I'll give it a shot.  I recognize all of them, and I know where
they're from, but not necessarily exactly which ones went with which
authors.
S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

1:  Hypergirl--I think the author was Crystal Wimmer
2. Labyrinth--This one I know for sure:  Phil Atcliffe
3. Fatal Attraction, and I believe the author is Kathy Brown
4. The Last time I saw Elvis, and I can't decide for sure between Carol
Malo and Pam Jernigan, but I think it was Carol's.
5. This has to be Movers and Shakers.  I had to check it for the
authors.  Kathy Brown and Nancy Merckle.
6. Walk in My Shoes, by one of my writing role models, Sheila Harper
7 The Hand of Fate by Phil (the Mad Professor) Atcliffe.
8. Stronger Than Me Alone by Phil Atcliffe
9. I had to check this one to be sure, but at least I went right to it
on the first try.  Turn Around, by Sheila Harper.

As for the category, I don't know what you are going to label it, but
these are all from Lois and Clark, the New Adventures of Superman,
Season Six.

Nan Smith
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I have all of the episodes in NTSC format and will be glad to help you
anyway I can.  At the present, I am taping all 88 epis for someone else.
Just let me know what you want me to do.

We are all here to help.

Brenda
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Date: Thursday, January 27, 2000 8:40 AM
Subject: The serie on tape

I've been a fan of the serie, a FoLC, from the very beginning. I used to
tape each episode so I can see them 2 or 3 times before saying goodbye and
tape some new episodes over them. I painfully understand now the mistake I
made. The abrupt end of the serie was a shock to me (for all of us as I
understand).

I've discovered recently the existence of the FanFic. So far, I've read 30
episodes (I just finished S6) and it had given me an urge to go back at the
source! Like some dynamic duo often said: I'm obsessing!

Since I don't have access to TNT, nor CFMT, who broadcast reruns (as I
heard), I was wondering if any of you can help me fulfill my need? I know
that some of you, probably many of you kept the complete serie on tape. Now,
I beg you to manifest yourself so I can send you some video cassettes (or
money to buy them) to tape the serie (or a part of it), a few episodes at a
time (let's say we'll start with one). Considering all the trouble that
would bring you, I'm ready to compensate you. It would not be a salary ;-),
but only a compensation for the time you spend (lose) doing this.

I thank you all very much for reading this and, if you can help me, you
would make a FoLC very happy!

P.S. : For those of you who did not know; the Lois & Clark soundtrack is
available (to listen) on the Broadcast.com site.  You need the G2 RealPlayer
and this address: http://www.broadcast.com/music/cd_jukebox/Soundtracks/.
It's this discovery, a few months ago, that pulled me back to the Lois &
Clark universe.

Michel Fortin, a new subscriber who salutes you all
Michel.Fortin@iname.com
Longueuil (Montreal region)
Québec, Canada

Suffering from autistic paranoia:
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Elisabeth and I came in just 2 days before the
nominations were finishing up last year, so all we got
to do was vote on our favorites.

This year we want to participate more fully.

SO WHAT ARE THE RULES!!!!!!

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Daddy's little sweetheart is Rosa!
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From:         Carolyn Schnall <cschnall@MED.CORNELL.EDU>
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Sheila:

Well, your message made me very sad, to say the least, even though I can
readily understand your time problem.

I was going to write to you anyway to wish you a great trip to Sundance and
I am looking forward to your report.  I hope you will get to see Dean and
his film:)

I also hope that there will be other opportunities to be in touch. I
appreciate the many things you have taught me.

Rest assured that I had a blast meeting you, first on this list, and later
in person.  I hope that if you ever need anything, you will let  me know.

Thanks,
Carolyn
cschnall@.med.cornell.edu

>> My lack of time has made me wonder something: Do any of you schedule time
>to
>> write? Or have no set time but just write when the muse strikes you? Do
>you
>> have a favorite time of the day to write?
>
>This sounds like an appropriate thread to say goodbye.  I love this list; I
>love Zoom's fanfic message board even more, but I can't keep up with them
>and get any of my own writing done.  I have to schedule time for writing to
>get any done (and I schedule at 6 in the morning, 2 or 3 in the afternoon,
>and 9 or 10 at night, depending on my work schedule that day).
>Unfortunately, I can't seem to fire up the computer without checking my
>email--which this list fills--or checking the status of several
>fics-in-progress on Zoom's board, and the next thing you know, my hour is
>gone and I haven't gotten any writing done.  And, as much as I love
>discussing writing with you guys, I need to work on my own writing
>first--just to stay sane.
>
>So, regretfully, I'll be going no-mail in a few days--*after* I've been to
>Sundance and reported what happened.  I'll still be around--on the
>LoisandClark list, certainly--and anyone who needs or wants to talk to me
>can get me at sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
>
>Thanks for all the times you listened to my comments, and thanks for
sharing
>your own.  It's been a fun ride.
>
>Sheila Harper
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> Elisabeth and I came in just 2 days before the
> nominations were finishing up last year, so all we got
> to do was vote on our favorites.
>
> This year we want to participate more fully.
>
> SO WHAT ARE THE RULES!!!!!!

Now, now, relax James :)  I'm sure Erin can give you a more complete
answer, but I'll take a shot at it in the meantime.

First, we announce the list of categories, with attached definitions so
you know which stories fit in which categories (we're trying to improve
the definitions so there's less confusion, but if you're still not
clear, please ask :).  Yes, one story can fit into multiple categories
...

Then we have a period (2 weeks?) during which people can submit
nominations for all categories.  Then the organizers sort through all
the nominations and assemble a ballot.  Then the ballot is made public,
and everyone votes -- anyone is eligible to vote, but we do have a few
ways to detect vote fraud.  Erin and her elves count the votes and keep
the results top secret until the night of the live IRC ceremony, during
which all the winners are announced.

Erin & Kathy have a schedule worked up already ... I believe we're
planning on doing the ceremony the last Saturday in March.

Eligibility:  Kathy's working on the official wording, but, basically, a
story is eligible this year if it was first submitted to the archive in
calendar year 1999.  There are a few exceptions, but I think we plan to
publish a list of eligible stories, to make things a little simpler.  A
story is only eligible for one year.  And there were ~285 stories
published last year, many of them really *really* good, so the voting
this year is going to be very difficult!

Hope that answers some questions... if not, though, please ask :)  We
want everyone to participate...
--
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James,

I think Erin posted here a week or so ago to explain that
she would be posting the rules and categories here early
next week, and that nominations would open shortly after
that.

Essentially, eligible stories are those which were posted
in 1999; I know Erin will expand on that next week, because
there will inevitably be some questions about what is meant
by 'posted'; some stories get posted here, on the MBs or on
individual web-sites before going to the Archive. But our
hard-working and dedicated Kerth co-ordinators have been
trying very hard to come up with a formula which is fair to
everyone.

Roll on the nominations... I'm already wondering what's the
*maximum* number of stories I can nominate in each
category? <g>

Wendy

On Thu, 27 Jan 2000 10:25:09 -0800 James Tull
<mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:

> Elisabeth and I came in just 2 days before the
> nominations were finishing up last year, so all we got
> to do was vote on our favorites.
>
> This year we want to participate more fully.
>
> SO WHAT ARE THE RULES!!!!!!
>
> =====
> Mr. D8a
> Philipians 4:8
>
> The love of James' life is Elisabeth, but...
> Daddy's little sweetheart is Rosa!
> __________________________________________________
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List.  List is good.  Yah, yah. Verry goood!

TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE STORIES!

[in your best Clarky Recardo accent]
Ey-carumba!

[in your best Scottish accent]
My poor wee eyeballs.  Thats 1.3 stories for every
waking hour. (it's a good thing that our nuw wee
lassie, Rosa, is keeping us up at night.  That way we
will have more time!)

My poor wee printer.  Time to buy moore ink.

For purposes of printing and saving paper I have found
the following to be helpful.

0. Buy a ream of paper. (500 should be enough)
1. Save the story as txt on hard drive.
2. Open story in Word.
3. Set Page Setup as Portrait - Margins .7 all around
and header/footer set to .5
4. Create 5 columns with a line seperating the columns
and .1 space on either side of the line.
5. Set font for Times New Roman 8
6. In the Header put the title or filename.
7. In the Footer put page X of Y.
8. Perform the following sequence of Find and Replace
     Find:^p
     Replace with :^s
     Find:^s^s
     Replace with :^p^p
The above will take care of most txt files.
If you are dealing with tabs perform the next one to
and you should be good to go.
     Find:^t
     Replace with :^p^p
9. Use the economy setting on your printer.  You will
barely notice a difference.
10. If you can - print on both sides.

Hope that helps.

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Philipians 4:8

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Daddy's little sweetheart is Rosa!
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Wendy,

I'm with you on the lack of interest in ST.  I didn't like it in the
beginning, and I've never developed a fondness for it, even when my sons
were
watching the one with the Borg girl, Seven.  (They found her attractive.)
Give me Lois and Clark any day.

Ann
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In the episode GGGOH, Jonathan and Clark go out to what looks like a
room in the barn or somewhere so Jonathan can show Clark the meteorite.
Where is it, and what would you call it?  Is it a storeroom in the barn,
or what?  I need it for a fanfic in progress.

Nan
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In a message dated 1/27/00 4:47:01 PM Central Standard Time,
deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:

<< In the episode GGGOH, Jonathan and Clark go out to what looks like a
 room in the barn or somewhere so Jonathan can show Clark the meteorite.
 Where is it, and what would you call it?  Is it a storeroom in the barn,
 or what?  I need it for a fanfic in progress. >>

It might be a very old farm. Maybe it was originally Jon's parents' farm and
might have been a farm owned by his father and so on. Before super markets
and outskirts caught up to the rural areas, most farms kept dairy cows,
chickens, hogs, etc., so that they could have eggs, milk, butter and a meat
supply for winter. Then by the 50s, it was getting cheaper to just buy those
supplies in town compared to the price of feeding all those animals. After a
generation or so, dairy barns and other animal facilities became storage
barns. Sort of like attics and basements ;) Also, back when they kept
animals, part of their acreage could have been for hay so that they'd have
that for the animals as well. That required a hay barn, so once again, yet
another building that could end up being a storage area.  Anyway, that's how
my grandpa's farm changed over the years, so just a thought <g>

Zoom
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So, what should I call it?  A storage barn,  a barn that is being used for a
storage area, or what?  I just need some kind of a name for it so I can be
fairly accurate, as the barn plays a fairly important part in this fic.

Nan

The Zoomway wrote:

> In a message dated 1/27/00 4:47:01 PM Central Standard Time,
> deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:
>
> << In the episode GGGOH, Jonathan and Clark go out to what looks like a
>  room in the barn or somewhere so Jonathan can show Clark the meteorite.
>  Where is it, and what would you call it?  Is it a storeroom in the barn,
>  or what?  I need it for a fanfic in progress. >>
>
> It might be a very old farm. Maybe it was originally Jon's parents' farm
and
> might have been a farm owned by his father and so on. Before super markets
> and outskirts caught up to the rural areas, most farms kept dairy cows,
> chickens, hogs, etc., so that they could have eggs, milk, butter and a
meat
> supply for winter. Then by the 50s, it was getting cheaper to just buy
those
> supplies in town compared to the price of feeding all those animals. After
a
> generation or so, dairy barns and other animal facilities became storage
> barns. Sort of like attics and basements ;) Also, back when they kept
> animals, part of their acreage could have been for hay so that they'd have
> that for the animals as well. That required a hay barn, so once again, yet
> another building that could end up being a storage area.  Anyway, that's
how
> my grandpa's farm changed over the years, so just a thought <g>
>
> Zoom
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In a message dated 1/27/00 5:22:41 PM Central Standard Time,
deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes:

<< So, what should I call it?  A storage barn,  a barn that is being used
for
a
 storage area, or what?  I just need some kind of a name for it so I can be
 fairly accurate, as the barn plays a fairly important part in this fic. >>

Storage barn is what my grandpa called it ;)

Zoom
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At 02:45 PM 01/27/2000 -0800, you wrote:
>In the episode GGGOH, Jonathan and Clark go out to what looks like a
>room in the barn or somewhere so Jonathan can show Clark the meteorite.
>Where is it, and what would you call it?  Is it a storeroom in the barn,
>or what?  I need it for a fanfic in progress.
>
>Nan

It could be a work room or a tack room (tack being saddles, bridles, etc.,
supplies for horses). See what else (if anything) is in it and go from
there :)

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
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In a message dated 1/27/00 6:09:41 PM Central Standard Time, Debby@SWCP.COM
writes:

<< It could be a work room or a tack room (tack being saddles, bridles,
etc.,
 supplies for horses). See what else (if anything) is in it and go from >>

I decided to look at the script, but it's not very descriptive

INT. KENT SHED -- NIGHT

A work area, full of farm equipment and tools.

The set is dressed differently than described. Most of the stuff looks like
things that might be in a suburban garage, including a bicycle hanging up on
the wall. Basically junk that can't go anywhere else, but stuff that you
don't want to throw away for some reason <g>

Zoom
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Here's a re-send for some of the people who didn't get it the first time.=
=20
I'm working on part 3 right now so it should be up within a couple of days.
(Hehe!  I have Saturday off!  yay!)

:) Ok, here's my newest effort.  It was met with cheers from people on the
message boards, so I guess it's good enough to send out here, too.  Any and
all feedback, good or bad, public or private, is always welcomed.  I
promised Merry that I'd work in some waffs, so I tried.

Threads of Confusion pt 1

Maggie stepped off the elevator and paused, taking in the sounds of the
newsroom.

It had only been two days since the Black Circle had tried to summon up
their evil lord, Dahak, and practically destroyed Centennial Park in the
process.  They had been stopped, of course, or she wouldn=92t have a newsro=
om
or a job to return to.  She wouldn=92t even have a life since she had been
intended as the receptacle for Dahak=92s essence.  She was fortunate to hav=
e
survived.

The people here at the Daily Planet had taken the whole thing in stride.=20
She had heard one employee say that this wasn=92t even comparable to when t=
he
New Kryptonians had come to Earth.  It was only a park-leveling explosion,
after all.  Nothing that couldn=92t be cleaned up.

=93Maggie!  What are you doing here?=94

Maggie turned to see her boyfriend, Jimmy Olson, coming up the ramp towards
her.  She smiled at him.  =93I work here, Jimmy.=94

=93Perry gave you a few days off, remember?  You should be at home, resting=
.=94

She had been exhausted after she was rescued from the clutches of the Black
Circle.  Perry had seen that and given her the rest of the week off.  She,
of course, had felt mostly better after just one day of sunning and wanted
to come back to work.

=93Jimmy, I=92m fine.  I don=92t need another day off.  Besides, Lucy was s=
tarting
to drive me crazy.  She was babbling about this new boyfriend of hers in
California.  He=92s going to some medical school out there,=94 she made a f=
ace.=20
=93=92Sides, I had to go out and do some things and figured that if I was u=
p to
that, I could come in to work.=94

The elevator dinged behind them and she half turned to see Lois Lane and
Clark Kent coming out of the elevator.  Lois, she knew, had been on an
interview.  Clark she had run into on one of the rescues earlier in the day=
.
Clark had one arm around his wife=92s shoulders.  From their expressions, s=
he
could tell they=92d been . . . close on the ride up from the ground floor.

She grinned at them.  =93Hi, guys!  How=92s that elevator music?=94

They laughed.  Lois held up her recorder.  =93It=92s nice to see you back i=
n,
Maggie.  I have to get this interview typed up, but we should talk
afterwards.=94

=93Okay.=94

Lois and Clark exchanged a rather restrained kiss for them and Lois headed
over to her desk and immediately started typing before she had really seate=
d
herself.  Clark turned to the younger couple.

=93I ran into Superman on the way back.  He said you seemed to be feeling
better.=94

Maggie nodded.  =93Yep.  I=92m at 100% again, CK.=94

=93That=92s good.  Lois and I were a little worried about you.=94

Maggie grinned up at the handsome reporter.  Lois and Clark had come to be
like family to her since she=92d come to Metropolis earlier in the year.  I=
t
probably had something to do with her being the only other Kryptonian livin=
g
on Earth.  That, along with her age and her abilities being less powerful
than Clarks, had at first made Clark overprotective of her.  She had though=
t
it was rather sweet, actually, except for when it interfered with her need
to help others.  He seemed to have mostly gotten over that since she had
helped bring down the evil cult just a few days before.

=93Thanks, CK, but you two don=92t need to worry any more.  I=92m all bette=
r now!=94

He grinned back at her, obviously relieved.  He opened his mouth to say
something more but their superhearing kicked in, interrupting him.  A
jetliner had suffered explosive decompression and was trying to come in for
an emergency landing.  Maggie couldn=92t tell where it was, but Clark
undoubtedly could.

=93Um, I forgot my story notes in Lois=92 car.  I=92ll talk to you later, o=
k?=94

Maggie nodded, fiercely quelling the feeling of inadequacy that she always
got when reminded of the things she couldn=92t do that she should be able t=
o.=20
They still hadn=92t figured out why her abilities were so much weaker than
Clark=92s were.  Even Dr. Klein was stumped on the subject.

=93I=92ll see you later.=94 She said to him as he turned and stepped into t=
he
elevator, which had just disgorged a small group of people.

=93Maggie,=94 Jimmy said.  Maggie pulled her attention back to him.  =93We =
need to
talk.=94

=93Ok,=94 she agreed, puzzled by the uncomfortable note in his voice.  What
could he possibly want to talk to her about that would make him feel
nervous?

=93Um, in the conference room?=94

She nodded, now even more confused, and followed him to one of the
conference rooms set along one wall.  They were usually used for meetings o=
r
interviews and were equipped with blinds for privacy.  They entered one and
Jimmy pulled the blinds.

=93So, what=92s up Jimmy?=94 she asked.

He turned to face her.  =93I want to talk to you about Sara.=94

=93What about her?=94

=93I mean, about what she. . . what you do.=94

=93Is there a problem?=94

=93Well, sort of.  I think you should stop being Sara.  For a little while,
anyway.=94

=93What?=94 Maggie stared at him, stunned.  Of all the possible things he c=
ould
have said, this was the only one she hadn=92t even thought of.

=93I mean, you=92re not invulnerable.  You can be hurt.  Like with what the
Black Circle did.  You were almost killed!=94

=93Key word here, Jimmy!  =91Almost=92!  I=92m fine now!=94  Maggie was beg=
inning to
get mad.  How could he suggest something like that?  Give up being Sara?  H=
e
might as well ask her to cut off her own arm!

=93Yeah, but what if someone throws a bomb at you like they did at Superman=
?=20
How badly would that hurt you?=94

Maggie shrugged.  =93I have no idea!  But that=92s not the point!  You want=
 me
to give up something that I need to do as much as I need to breathe!=94

=93Why? You=92re nowhere near as powerful as Superman is!  Why could this b=
e so
important to you?=94

Maggie jerked back as if she=92d been slapped, all of her feelings of
inadequacy about her powers rekindled.  =93What did you say?=94

=93I don=92t understand why you have to put yourself at risk like that!  Yo=
u=92re
not as powerful as Superman is!  You can=92t . . .=94

=93If you can=92t understand why I do it, then maybe we shouldn=92t be dati=
ng!=94
Maggie shouted.

The newsroom outside the conference room went dead silent at her shout,
which was audible even through the plate glass windows of the conference
room.

=93Maybe we shouldn=92t!=94  Jimmy shouted.

=93Fine!=94  Maggie threw open the conference room door.  Clark, who had
returned from the airplane rescue and was standing behind it, caught the
door before it collided with the glass window and shattered it into a
million pieces.  Maggie barely noticed him as she stalked away.

Clark exchanged a meaningful look with Lois, who was still seated at her
desk.

=93Is this a newsroom or a soap opera?=94  Perry was standing at the door t=
o his
office looking irritated.  =93C=92mon, everybody, the show=92s over.  Get b=
ack to
work!=94

**********

Maggie stared glumly over the city.  She was perched on top of the highest
building in the city, figuring that this was the only way she could be left
alone while she thought.  And she had a lot to think about.  How dare Jimmy
try to make her quit being Sara?  It wasn=92t just a job!  She couldn=92t j=
ust
stop wanting to help people!  So what if she wasn=92t as invulnerable as
Superman was!  She still had these abilities and the need to use them!  She
couldn=92t just turn it off!

A whooshing behind her announced Superman=92s arrival.

=93Can I join you?=94  He sounded concerned.

=93Sure.  Grab a patch of concrete.=94  She motioned to the edge of the roo=
ftop
beside her.

He settled himself down beside her, cape tucked beneath him, and stared off
over the city.  =93I heard about your fight with Jimmy.=94

Maggie laughed shortly.  =93I=92m pretty sure half of Metropolis heard it. =
 We
weren=92t exactly quiet.=94

=93No, you weren=92t.=94  A pause.  =93You know, Jimmy=92s feeling pretty b=
ad about
it, too.=94

=93So?=94  She flashed Superman an indignant look.  =93Why should I care?  =
He
brought this on himself!  How dare he ask me to stop helping people!  Lois
would never ask you to stop!=94

=93Our situations a little different from yours.=94 Superman sounded a litt=
le
uncomfortable.  He still wasn=92t used to the thought of Maggie knowing his
secret, even though she had the same secret to keep.  =93Maybe you should l=
et
it cool off a little before you talk again.=94

Maggie nodded, gaze on the skyline again.  =93That=92s what I=92d planned o=
n.=20
Assuming we talk again, of course.  So was that why you came up here?  To
tell me to cool down before talking to him again?=94

=93Actually no, it wasn=92t.  Lois and I know that you were planning on spe=
nding
Christmas night with Jimmy, but . . .=94

=93That=92s off.  I was thinking of patrolling on Christmas night.  Making =
sure
the criminal element didn=92t get out of hand.=94

=93We=92d like you to have Christmas dinner with us.=94

Maggie turned a startled look on him.  =93Really?=94

Superman nodded.

Maggie grinned and wiped sudden tears from her eyes.  She threw her arms
around Superman.  =93Yes!  Of course I accept!  Thank you so much!=94

Superman gingerly returned the hug.  =93You=92re welcome.  We couldn=92t le=
t you
spend Christmas night alone.  You=92re like a little sister to us.=94

Maggie smiled up at him.  =93Well, big brother, it=92s nice to have family
again.=94

to be continued . . .

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Okay, "storage barn" it is.  Thanks!

Nan

The Zoomway wrote:

> In a message dated 1/27/00 6:09:41 PM Central Standard Time,
Debby@SWCP.COM
> writes:
>
> << It could be a work room or a tack room (tack being saddles, bridles,
etc.,
>  supplies for horses). See what else (if anything) is in it and go from >>
>
> I decided to look at the script, but it's not very descriptive
>
> INT. KENT SHED -- NIGHT
>
> A work area, full of farm equipment and tools.
>
> The set is dressed differently than described. Most of the stuff looks
like
> things that might be in a suburban garage, including a bicycle hanging up
on
> the wall. Basically junk that can't go anywhere else, but stuff that you
> don't want to throw away for some reason <g>
>
> Zoom
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I have a friend who is a HUGE trekkie.  I watched the many Trek shows with
her and personally i found them boring.  I would end up doing something else
when they are on.  But since she put up with my LnC babble (she likes the
show but not as much as i do.. LOL) I had to put up with Trekkie stuff.  But
I'm like Ann and Wendy. I absolutely hate it!

Alexis ;-.)
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Hi everyone!  I've got a little problem.  I'm just now starting to get
through some fanfic.  (I'm way way way behind.)  Anyway, I seem to be
missing
Part 7 of A Better Family Hour.  Could someone please send it to me?

Thanks!

Rose
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I thought there was "no" Part 7, because of a glitch in numbering  (so 8
follows 6)?  Alicia?

Felix

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Here I am again unable to resist something I vowed to stay out of.  The
original ST pilot starred that beautiful hunk Jeffrey Hunter, he of the coal
black hair and ice blue eyes.  What a Superman he would have made.  The
original series was sometimes creative and different but eventually became a
pretentious bore like Babylon 5 did in its 5th season. ST:TNG had some
interesting characters and technology as did Deep Space 9; Voyager is a
zero. None of them can begin to compare with L&C, because they lack the
insight and focus on relationships that were the strength of our beloved
series. I stand with Wendy.  So, have I made enough people mad now?  'Bye.
Jude
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In a message dated 1/27/00 10:24:28 PM EST, judithwilliams@PRODIGY.NET
writes:

<< So, have I made enough people mad now?  'Bye.
 Jude >>

You didn't make me mad. LOL!

Alexis ;-.)
{who says Good for you Jude!}
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Hi, I'm kind of a lurker, and I don't know if you want me in the
conversation
but I just had to defend Voyager. I watch it every wednesday and love it,
not
as much as I love Lois and Clark of course, but I still love it. So I had to
defend it.
                                                        -Kristin
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Besides, remember, Tara isn't a writer for Voyager.  She might surprise you.

Nan

Kristin Olsen-Molnar wrote:

> Hi, I'm kind of a lurker, and I don't know if you want me in the
conversation
> but I just had to defend Voyager. I watch it every wednesday and love it,
not
> as much as I love Lois and Clark of course, but I still love it. So I had
to
> defend it.
>                                                         -Kristin
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correct... as I said before, I can not count... 8 picks up from where 6
leaves off...that wasnt the only time I couldnt count right :)

Alicia
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thanks, Alicia!!!!

Rose
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Hey Nan! I think I would call it a shed. Anyone else?

Kristin
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This is yet another example of what a biomedical engineering class can do
to=
 you.  I had a friend type this up for me as I dictated (I hurt my wrist
:()=
 and it only took 15 minutes.  And this is true about tea, we learned
about=20=
it today.  It isnt technical at all, but I could explain it more if anyone
t=
hinks my explanation is not concrete enough.

Coffee or Tea:  That is the Question=20
by Alicia U.

    Ah, life was good.  Lois Lane had everything she needed for a relaxing
m=
idwinter evening:  a good book that she had been wanting to read for a
long=20=
time, a perfect husband to cuddle up against, and a nice, hot cup of tea
to=20=
help her relax.  After their recent long days working at the Planet on yet
a=
nother big story, all she wanted to do was curl up on the couch with her
hus=
band and a nice cup of tea.  Lately, her husband, Clark, had tired to
convin=
ce her that tea was the perfect relaxation agent and that she should try
it.=
  Lois, however, was not convinced.  In fact, she had always preferred
coffe=
e to tea, even when she was trying to relax.  She also had tried to resist
r=
elaxation whenever possible before they were married because she claimed
it=20=
made her lose her edge.  But now that they were married, she allowed Clark
t=
o help her relax, at least sometimes. =20

     Later that night Clark had collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from
their=
 long day at work, several taxing Superman rescues, and then an exhausting
'=
work out' with his wife.  Lois, however, was having trouble settling down.
=20=
As a half-asleep Clark watched her, Lois had rearranged their closet and
dra=
wers, ironed his dress shirts, ironed his capes, done her aerobics work
out=20=
twice, and practiced her tae kwon do.  She looked like a whirlwind to
Clark,=
 the man with Superspeed.  Lois was rivaling him when it came to speed.
Bou=
ncing happily from one task to another, Lois reminded him of a man he met
on=
 the street who was high on speed.  By the time Clark had fallen asleep,
Loi=
s had pulled out her laptop and opened her romance novel file.  All night
sh=
e worked on the long forgotten novel, and by morning she had written
thirty=20=
pages, but she hadn't slept a wink all night, and, surprisingly, Clark
hadn'=
t woken up to be Superman all night.  Metropolis must have been
uncharacteri=
stically quiet for him not to have to go out.

    As the sun rose, Lois began to feel her high fade  In fact, she was
feel=
ing extremely fatigued.  She had to lay her head on the pillow for just a
fe=
w seconds, and then she'd be fine and ready to get up and face the new
day.=20=
 They had a long day ahead of them at the Planet.  When her head hit the
pil=
low, she immediately fell into a deep sleep, and when the alarm when off
thi=
rty minutes later, she was in such a deep sleep, she didn't even hear it.
C=
lark knew she had been up all night, and was worried about why she hadn't
be=
en able to sleep.  Whatever it was, he knew it had finally worked its way
ou=
t of her system for her to be sleeping so soundly.  From the way she was
sle=
eping now, he knew that she wouldn't be awake to come to work this
morning.=20=
 He got ready for work and tried to wake her up, but she just mumbled that
s=
he wasn't going to work today.  Clark raised his eyebrows incredulously.
Wh=
en did Lois ever not go to work?  In the more than four years he had known
h=
er, he couldn't remember any time she voluntarily stayed home sick.  He
kiss=
ed her gently on the head and left her a note on the bedstand telling her
th=
at she should call him as soon as she woke up.

    He felt terrible leaving her, but he had to go to work.  They had
interv=
iews with some of the biggest players in Intergang, and they were willing
to=
 spill the beans on the boss of the operation.  Lois would kill him if he
di=
dn't go, if she didn't kill him for not waking her up first.

    Around noon, Lois lazily stretched and reached out to Clark.  He
wasn't=20=
there, so Lois figured that he was probably away on some rescue.  When she
t=
urned to look at the clock, she cried out in amazement at the time.

    "11:59!" she cried, "How could I have slept until 11:59?  Oh God, I
miss=
ed the Intergang interview!"

    She sat up in bed with her legs off to the side and saw the note Clark
l=
eft.  It read:

    Honey, don't be mad at me for going in to work without you.  I tried
to=20
    wake you up, but you told me you weren't going in  Since I knew you'd=20
    kill me if we missed the interview, I went in.  I'm sorry. =20
   =20
    Please call me as soon as you wake up.  I am so worried about you. =20

    Love, Me

    She smiled as she read the note, and not only because Clark had gotten
t=
he interview, but because Clark worried about her.  Sometimes his concern
wa=
s annoying, but today, it just seemed so sweet.  Never in her life did she
b=
elieve she would ever have a man as sweet and caring as Clark Kent.  How
she=
 ended up with just such a man was still a mystery to her.  As soon as she
f=
inished the note, she picked up the phone and dialed his cell phone number.

    "Clark Kent."

    "Hey, sexy, I got your note."

"Lois how are you doing?  I've been so worried about you."=20

"I'm not so worried about me as I am about Intergang  You got the
interview,=
 right?"

Clark sighed.  Lois always worried more about her job than about her own
wel=
l-being.

"Yes, I got the interview, but I think it might have been a bust.  You'd
nev=
er believe it.  The guy fingered Mindy Church."

Lois laughed out loud, "Mindy Church?  He has to be kidding.  That bimbo
cou=
ld never run an organization like Intergang!"

"I know.  That's what I said!  So, anyway, how are you feeling?"

Lois rubbed her head where it terribly ached. =20

"I guess I'm doing better, but I'm so tired.  I don't think I slept at all
l=
ast night."

"You didn't, honey.  It was like you were on some kind of drug or
something.=
"

"I don't know.  Maybe it was the tea?"

"No, I don't think it could be the tea.  I get it from China, and I'm sure
i=
t was totally pure."

They talked for a few more minutes until Clark heard a cry for Superman,
and=
 they had to hang up.  Lois, however, still wasn't convinced that the tea
wa=
sn't to blame.  As soon as she felt awake enough to get out of bed, she
vent=
ured to the computer and logged onto one of the medical informational wed
si=
ghts.  There she found the information she was looking for and printed the
i=
nformation so she could show Clark.

That afternoon, she decided she felt well enough to go into work.
Besides,=20=
she had to prove to Clark that she was right.  As soon as she stepped off
th=
e elevator, Clark saw her and jogged up the ramp to meet her.

When he got there, she shoved the paper in his face. =20

"See, honey, tea is not a relaxing beverage.  This says that tea keeps you
a=
wake even more than coffee does because it has more of those=85 um=85 I
can'=
t pronounce the word=85 it begins with an 'x'."

Clark, who was reading the article, said, "Xanthines?"

"Yeah, that sounds right.  Those are the things that keep you awake and
make=
 you hyperactive.  Caffeine is one, but the one in tea, I think it begins
wi=
th a 't', is much stronger.  It actually makes some people more hyper than
c=
offee or chocolate."

Clark raised his eyebrows.  He had read the article, and it certainly
proved=
 that Lois was right about the tea.  But this contradicted everything that
h=
e had ever believed about tea, and that shocked him.

Lois gloated, "So I guess I was right all along:  chocolate and coffee are
m=
uch better for you than tea is!  So I want a cup of coffee and a double
fudg=
e crunch bar right about now."

Clark just smiled and stifled a laugh.  It was good to have his wife back
to=
 her old self!
     =20

     =20
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On Thu, 27 Jan 2000 19:20:07 -0800 Judith Williams
<judithwilliams@PRODIGY.NET> wrote:

> Here I am again unable to resist something I vowed to stay out of. <

Me, too... sort of <g>.

[Snip]

> None of them [ST series] can begin to compare with L&C, because they
lack the insight and focus on relationships that were the strength of
our beloved series. I stand with Wendy. <

Well, one should remember that that's not their prime function (with
great restraint, I refrain from "prime directive" gags here <g>). L&C,
outside meddling notwithstanding, was always meant to focus on "the
love triangle built for two"; the A-plots were necessary to highlight
this, and to broaden the audience, but the long-term story of the
series was the relationship(s).

By contrast, ST in its various forms (and B5, etc.) are
action-adventure shows, and any long-term storylines are concerned with
events, not people, so there's a fundamental difference here. Of
course, good drama is always concerned with people, but not in the same
way; those episodes of ST which are generally considered to be the best
are those which combine good SF with a good "people story" -- a
combination which might sound familiar to FoLCs as being characteristic
of favourite L&C episodes.

The amount of time that an ST series can spend on what, to the
producers, is "background" material, is limited, and it is a source of
considerable annoyance to some ST fans that TPTB actively refuse to
allow more than one on-going relationship per series. The 'shippers
(i.e., ST "relationship" fans) out there want more, but Paramount won't
give it to them. Bad cess to 'em.

I find it... intriguing, I guess, that there is a vocal group of
people on this list who dislike ST so much, because it's in fanfic that
there is, IMO, the greatest resemblance between the two kinds of
fandom. Of course, it has to be said that there's a heck of a lot of ST
fanfic that doesn't fall into this category (the slash stuff, for
instance -- but even it can, on occasion), but when I read some of
the P/C, O/K or P/T stuff on the net, I am often struck by how much it
resembles, in theme if not in detail, our own writing (C/L/S? <g>); the
story may involve transporters, spaceships and replicators rather than
super-powers, newspapers and Elvis, but the focus is still on two
people, one of whom is often non-human (in appearance if not in
manner), overcoming obstacles to be together.

Ah, well, if people were all the same, it'd be a very boring universe.
So, I _don't_ stand with Wendy on this (or the others; don't want to
set you up as the Grand Heretic, Wendy <g>), but that's not important.
We all like L&C (you _do_, don't you? <g>), and that's what _this_ list
is about.

Phil, an ST and B5 fan -- but then, I'm a starship junkie <g>
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On Fri, 28 Jan 2000 08:55:59 -0500 Phillip Atcliffe
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>  So, I _don't_ stand with Wendy on this (or
> the others; don't want to set you up as the Grand Heretic,
> Wendy <g>), but that's not important. We all like L&C (you
> _do_, don't you? <g>), and that's what _this_ list is about.

Hey, I never meant to spark off this much controversy
simply by commenting on what's probably my bad taste in TV
(hey, I loved Starsky and Hutch but hated The
Professionals, so who'd take my opinion on what makes a
good television programme? <g>).

I've just never liked Star Trek, principally because I'm
not a sci-fi fan. Give me a good relationship-based series
or fanfic any day, and that'll keep me happy. But if ST is
what makes *other* people happy, enjoy it! I don't run it
down; I just openly admit it's not for me.

Wendy

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Guess I'll put in my definitely not usual two cents here.  Since I 'write' a
lot in my head first, I often think up my plots and even flash out large
sections while taking my dog for her 10-20 minute morning walk.  You can
imagine what winter snow does to that plan, though.

I also work only part time and so I print parts I've already written and
edit
and revise them in the 30-45 minutes before I actually start my afternoon
part time job at the library.  In the evening, I make the corrections on my
word processor and reread over the section and that will usually get me
working on the next part.

See above for numerous interuptions, etc.  Since I am semi-retired, I have a
great deal of admiration for those who manage full time jobs whether at home
taking care of kids or in the workplace or in school (all of which are jobs
and don't let anyone tell you differently - I've done them all in the past)
and still manage to find the time to write Lois and Clark fiction whose
purpose is not to make money but to give pleasure to those who love to read
it.

Charlotte
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Since today is Friday and my quiz documentation is all at
work, not home, I'm posting the results of this quiz today.

The answers are:
Extract 1:  Hypergirl  -  Crystal Wimmer
Extract 2:  Labyrinth  -  Phil Atcliffe
Extract 3:  Fatal Attraction  -  Kathy Brown
Extract 4:  The Last Time I Saw Elvis  -  Carol Malo
Extract 5:  Movers and Shakers  -  Nancy Merkle and Kathy
Brown
Extract 6:  Walk in My Shoes  -  Sheila Harper
Extract 7:  The Hand of Fate  -  Phil Atcliffe
Extract 8:  Stronger Than Me Alone  -  Phil Atcliffe
Extract 9:  Turn Around  -  Sheila Harper

And the category was, of course, Season 6.

*No-one* who wasn't disqualified recognised Extract 9,
which was from one of the most popular stories in S6 from
what I can tell.

Marks are awarded as follows:

James, three half-points, doubled because he didn't check
the Archive, making his total 3.

Next, Hazel, who gets 3 x double points. She also gets
5 half points doubled up to 1 for several stories without
the author, and identifying the author of #7 but not the
title. I didn't deduct anything for her suggestion that
Walk in my Shoes was written by Kathy and not Sheila Harper
<g>. Total - 11 points. (Hazel very properly did not claim a
point for guessing the category, since she knew I was going
to do a S6 quiz, so in fact she could have scored 12).

Nan: 1 point for getting the category correct. 9 points for
nine author/titles, doubled except for the ones she
confessed to looking up. A very impressive total of 17.

Pam gained a perfect score of 19; but as she says, as joint
S6 co-ordinator she should be disqualified from this quiz,
so as joint quiz-setter in chief, I hereby disqualify her
<g>.

Which makes Nan the winner!

Sheila and Phil both disqualified themselves from taking
part; thank you both, in the circumstances, and thank you
also for the hours of enthralling entertainment you gave
us.

Right - Hazel, you're next.

Wendy

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On Fri, 28 Jan 2000 10:54:30 +0000 Wendy Richards
<w.m.richards@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:

Quoting me:
>>  So, I _don't_ stand with Wendy on this (or the others; don't want
to set you up as the Grand Heretic, Wendy <g>), but that's not
important. We all like L&C (you _do_, don't you? <g>), and that's what
_this_ list is about. <<

> Hey, I never meant to spark off this much controversy simply by
commenting on what's probably my bad taste in TV (hey, I loved Starsky
and Hutch but hated The Professionals, so who'd take my opinion on what
makes a good television programme? <g>). <

I'll go along with that, with the following provisos:

i) I doubt anyone is particularly worried (if at all) about any
"controversy" that you "sparked off". If anything, this thread has been
the usual polite discussion (with more than a hint of humour) that one
might expect from FoLCs.

ii) "...my bad taste in TV..." -- well, excise the word "bad", please.
It's your taste, but not mine, and that's all that should be said of
the matter. As for S&H and The Professionals -- well, _I_ liked Dempsey
and Makepeace, and you can make of that what you will <g>! (Brother,
what an idea for a crossover! <eg>)

> I've just never liked Star Trek, principally because I'm not a sci-fi
fan. <

I can tell that, or you wouldn't use "sci-fi"... <g> I have this dream
of finding who coined that _awful_ term and getting him and Nathaniel
Webster into a testing lab one day... <low, evil laugh...>

> Give me a good relationship-based series or fanfic any day, and
that'll keep me happy. <

Sounds good to me.

> But if ST is what makes *other* people happy, enjoy it! I don't run
it down; I just openly admit it's not for me. <

And that's how it should be. End of story.

Phil
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"Sic Transit Gloria Barramundi"
   (Or, So Long and Thanks for All the Fish!)
   -- not Douglas Adams, but me: Phil Atcliffe
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On Fri, 28 Jan 2000 15:46:12 -0500 Phillip Atcliffe
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>
> ii) "...my bad taste in TV..." -- well, excise the word
> "bad", please. It's your taste, but not mine, and that's
> all that should be said of the matter. As for S&H and The
> Professionals -- well, _I_ liked Dempsey and Makepeace, and
> you can make of that what you will <g>! (Brother, what an
> idea for a crossover! <eg>)

Oh, I loved Dempsey and Makepeace too, as did Pam and Tank
if I remember a recent discussion on the MBs. Hmm... a
Round Robin perhaps...? <g>

Wendy
(who thinks that, actually, there are a lot of similarities
between Dempsey and Makepeace and Lois and Clark. Except
that Glynis Barber and Michael Brandon ended up having an
affair... um... well, okay <g>)
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   =20
    Thursday evening came up quickly and Lois stood in front of her
mirror=20
with the homemade gown that was made for her simple wedding.  She and Lex=20
were returning to Toronto in the morning for their vows.  In the last few=20
days, she had seen no sight of Superman except on the news and less of
Clark=
.=20
 Plans for her moving into the high-rise and the wedding had gotten her
time=
=20
off from the Planet.  Lex had been there every step of the way.  She had
to=20
convince him it was bad luck for the two of them to be together the night=20
before the wedding.  Everything worked out - only close friends knew and
eve=
n=20
less were bothering to come. And by Sunday morning she would Mrs. Lois=20
Luthor, live on LNN with her husband from his ski chalet in Vienna.  Mrs.=20
Lois Luthor.  How strange that still sounded, being married.  'Do I
really=20
want this?'

Little boys and little girls dream of big big things
They're taught at a tender age just what life should bring
Get a job, say I do, and settle yourself down
But what about those of us whose lives are still spinning around

Tell me what's so great about picket fences
Painting them is such a mess
And a big backyard where kids can play
I'd probably never get a moments rest
And setting the table for five at five
Only means more dishes to load
What's so great about picket fences

Clark breathed deep as he walked up to Lois' apartment.  He was curious
if=20
this visit was a good idea or not.  Before he even had a chance to knock
on=20
the door, Lois opened it holding her garbage.  Looking up, a smiled
suddenly=
=20
came across her face.  "Clark."  Dropping the garbage on the ground, she
put=
=20
her arms around Clark, nothing like he ever pictured her doing.  He was=20
afraid he would have upset her the night before her wedding, especially
sinc=
e=20
no one from her friends or family had decided to go to Toronto with them.
=20
    "Lois, hi.  I was just coming by to see if you needed anything."
Lois=20
smiled and nodded no but looked down at the garbage.  Clark smiled back
at=20
her and proceeded down the hall with it.  When he returned, Lois' door
was=20
cracked opened enough for him to get in.  "That wasn't what I had in mind
bu=
t=20
anyway.  You excited?" =20
    Lois came bounding into the living room with three bags of luggage
and=20
set them down by the couch.  Running back into the bedroom, Clark could
only=
=20
hear rustling in the background.  He decided she needed her privacy and
not=20
to peek in on her.  Lois seemed happy enough about her future.  Clark sat=20
down on the couch and mused at picture that she had on her coffee table,
of=20
her and Luthor. =20
    "Well, you like it?"  Clark looked up and saw Lois standing in pure=20
white.  Troubling to put a grin on his face, he covered his mouth with
his=20
hand and pretended her was really interested.  "I really didn't have much=20
time to ask anyone what would be best for me.  I kind of got this one made
o=
n=20
the spur of the moment."  Lois was glowing.  She spun around and curtsied=20
jokingly. =20
    'Don't lean over Lois.  Bad move,' Clark thought as he tried to avoid=20
looking.  "It's very nice.  Very different."  Lois' dress was a mid thigh=20
length with a clip around bottom that could be removed for an instant
going=20
away dress.  There was a tafetta wrap that looked almost like a thin rope=20
that wrapped around her shoulders and dropped down the back to cover the=20
clips of the skirt.  The only problem was that when she leaned over,
there=20
were no surprises.  She had least gone simple for the hairpiece, one
small=20
headband with a few flowers that would be attached.    Lois smiled back
at=20
him as she disappeared back into the bedroom.  At the same time, Clark
heard=
=20
a siren go off. =20
    "Lois, I have to go out a minute.  You want anything - dinner?"  Lois=20
poked her head around the corner.  He was expecting the inquisition for=20
leaving abruptly but instead Lois just nodded for the food and slammed
the=20
bathroom door.  Dashing off, he took off in the alley behind her place
and=20
hit the skies.  Returning little later, he stopped for a pizza on the way=20
back to her place and let himself in with the set of keys that she had=20
pointed to for him to take.  When he walked in, he saw her sitting on the=20
couch reading. =20
    "Come in.  Good, you got pizza.  That was what I was wishing for, you=20
must have heard my thoughts."  Musing at the fact that they knew each
other=20
so well, he still wondered why she was marrying Lex.  Disregarding his=20
thoughts, he was just glad for a little she was his. =20
    "I am really glad that you came by.  Being out with Lex every night,
I=20
haven't seen you much.  And I doubt after I'm married Lex is going to let
us=
=20
hang out."  She continued to eat while flipping channels on the
television=20
with Clark by her side until late.

They married on a fancy yacht out on the water
He knew she was young enough to be his daughter
There always questions in the heart of a millionaire=E2=80=A6
Big house, limousines.  Fine wines, fine cuisine. =20
Visit Vegas twice a year.  Trips to Paris on the Lear.
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"Well, this is it."  Clark, Jimmy, and Perry all stood around the
television=
=20
at the Planet on Sunday morning.  None of them ever worked much on the=20
weekend but with the most eligible bachelor announcing his marriage to
their=
=20
reporter, things were about to get hairy. =20

    "Live from the LNN studios in Paris, I am Hester Grant and I have the=20
honor of talking this morning to the man himself, Lex Luthor.  Mr. Luthor,
w=
e=20
are all in awe of your decision to actually be on your stock show today."
    "I am so honored too.  I would like to extend my thanks for the
wonderfu=
l=20
job that the LNN Corporation does here in the European community."
    "I see that today is a special day for you to also Mr. Luthor.  We
have=20
to introduce this wonderful woman next you, Lois Lane Luthor.  How are
you=20
doing today ma'am?"
    Perry looked over at Clark, "She's going to tear him up.  She hates
that=
."
    "Thank you Mr. Grant, I am so happy to be here."  Lois looked
nervous,=20
and that was strange for her.  Clark pointed out the ring to the rest of
the=
=20
newsroom that had come to work to watch the show. =20
    "Mr. Luthor, it is probably a huge shock to everyone that you have=20
married in such a short time.  Could you care to explain a little more."
    "It was.  I truly have to say that I was just too in love too wait.
Loi=
s=20
dear is the best thing that has happened to me since my first million.  I
me=
t=20
her and have been on pins and needles ever since.  I was absolutely scared
t=
o=20
ask her out."  The host seemed to almost be laughing while the newsroom
was=20
in shock of Luthor's candid behavior.  He rarely showed his face in
public=20
much less spoke his heart.  Clark, though, still didn't believe it.
    "Now another large merger took place this last week.  Could you talk=20
about that?"
    "I have taken over Interweb Communications and really have no idea
why=20
they are trying to implicate me in the man's shooting rampage.  Companies
ge=
t=20
taken over all the time.  The companies are in no way going to be affected
b=
y=20
the changeover.  That is a promise."
    "Thank you for the candid report.  Now to Jill Reeves for the weekly=20
rundown."
    Perry turned off the television and looked at the rest of the room
and=20
then to Clark.  "My hope is that he is at least trying to telling a little
o=
f=20
the truth."  All the rest of the staff started back to their desks to
make=20
any notes on the show that would have to be ready for print that night
and=20
Clark headed for the elevator.  "Perry, I just hope she knows what she's=20
doing."  Clark smiled up Mayson who had returned early with Clark for the=20
show.
    "Hey, turn on the television again.  LNN Prime," Jimmy yelled across
the=
=20
floor.  Immediately everyone turned to look at the main large screen.
All=20
that could be made out was a flood of cops move on a car parked outside a=20
building.  All the caption read on the bottom was LIVE - PARIS, FRANCE. =20
Perry and Clark looked immediately at each other.  Clark glanced up at=20
Mayson.  Getting in the elevator, she blew him a kiss and signaled for him
t=
o=20
call her sometime. =20
    "Chief, I got a bad feeling."  Perry pointed over to the other news=20
screens and Jimmy reached for all the remotes. =20
    "Clark, find out where Superman is and get him there.  I'll try to get
a=
=20
hold of Lois personally."  Clark turned and saw everyone on the floor=20
suddenly became rolling.  Superman was out the door.  Glancing back,
Clark=20
noticed something that looked like a light peach shirt on the screen.
That=20
pixel was it.  Lois.

    Arriving in Paris, the downtown was swarming more than he ever
imagined.=
=20
Cops and reporters were everywhere.  He could see Lois leaning over on
her=20
knees as the emergency attendees were working on someone.  She was
pressing=20
her small jacket in a small place on someone's neck.  It looked bad. =20
    "Superman, we can't get him out of her with all this press."
    Superman picked up the limp body from Lois grasp , "get these people
out=
=20
of here.  Get the street clear and find the person that did this.  My
guess=20
you have a real sharp shooter on your hands."  Lois stood in the middle
of=20
the street with bloody hands and watched as Superman, of all people, took
Le=
x=20
to the nearest hospital.  He couldn't stand Lex and yet he was going to
save=
=20
him. =20
    Arriving at the hospital, Superman flew straight through the hallways=20
into one of the emergency rooms where the doctors were already set for
the=20
trauma.  The doctors found that the shot had been clean but cut the
common=20
carotid artery.  The blood loss had been great and was going to be hard
to=20
replenish.  Superman continued to stand watch as the doctors sucked and=20
patched the wound as best they could.  He could tell by just hearing the=20
doctors talk and the monitors that this battle would be hard to fight.
The=20
fight of Luthor's life would not be against the Man of Steel after all. =20
    "How is he?"  Superman pushed Lois outside and tried to stand in front
o=
f=20
her where she couldn't see. =20
    "Let's take a walk Lois."   He put his arm around her and started
walkin=
g=20
her away from the emergency room at the same time he could hear the
monitor=20
go flat line.  "First, I had no intention of him getting this bad.  I was=20
nowhere near Paris. I was lucky I heard anything."
    "Look, Superman, I know you and he didn't get along and I was
surprised=20
you tried anything at all.  I just want to see him."  Lois pushed
Superman's=
=20
hands off her arms and headed back down the hall as the doctor headed out
of=
=20
the room, changing gowns.  He was so bloody.  "What?  Can we transport
him=20
home?"  Superman walked up behind her and she grabbed his hand behind her.
=20
The doctor's face said it all.
    "One day.  Fifteen hours and someone takes him away from me."  The
docto=
r=20
walked off silently as Lois turned and faced Superman.  "Please for me,
find=
=20
the person who took him away."  Lois stood in the hallway of the hospital
as=
=20
Superman headed for the door.  The reporters rushed past Superman and
down=20
the hall to the widow Luthor.
    Superman flew over the city the remained of the day and into the
night.=20=
=20
He knew he was late for work back at the Planet but would find revenge
for=20
Lois' broken heart one way or the other.  He just hoped this was not some=20
grand scheme Luthor had cooked up.  Emotion started setting in after ten=20
hours and Superman checked into a police station for an update.  The best=20
description was someone who had been taping for a television show that
had=20
the blurred vision of someone dropping an SKS on the top of a building
acros=
s=20
the street from LNN.
    Superman stared at the blurred vision and fixated on putting the
pixels=20
together.  "Oh my g=E2=80=A6"  He couldn't finish the sentence with the
rest=
 of the=20
police sitting around watching.  Immediately, he took for the airport. =20
    "Has Luthor's private jet left for the states by any chance?"  The
littl=
e=20
French woman behind the counter started to blush as she typed in the=20
information into the computer.
    "About two hours ago.  Luthor's male assistant as a cover originally=20
chartered it but he is still here as far as I know.  Someone else must be=20
flying it."  Superman took off to the skies toward the United States.  He=20
spotted a Concord in the air over the ocean several minutes later and
took=20
over the flying.  From the inside, the pilot and his assistant struggled
to=20
get loose from the grip.  He would help them guide themselves to the
London=20
airport to turn them in.
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"Lois honey, this is Perry."  Lois was sitting in the waiting room of the=20
hospital waiting for her gracious escort to the morgue before they packed
Le=
x=20
for his trip home.  "I heard.  What can I do for you?"
    "Perry, I have nothing.  No one.  He was going to be my life and I
didn'=
t=20
even get to start it.  Is Clark there?"
    "No honey," Perry could hear Lois start sobbing again over the phone
at=20
that, "I'm sure he is out working on a lead for the investigation right
now.=
 =20
He didn't like Lex but would do anything for you.  Superman find anything."
    "I don't know.  I haven't heard from him either.  Perry, is this my=20
fault?  I told Lex he should be more accessible, more human and then it
kill=
s=20
him."
    "Lois, you have nothing to do with his death and we will find and
expose=
=20
his killer.  You get on home and we'll get all this straightened out."
Lois=
=20
could hear the phone start to fade and then it click off.  She knew that
bot=
h=20
Clark and Superman were working hard but at the same time, she felt so
alone=
.

    The elevator opened Tuesday morning, and the newsroom stopped and
looked=
.=20
 Lois looked tired.  Clark walked up the stairs and whispered, "You have
no=20
reason to be here."
    Barely able to speak, he could hear, "It's my story."  Pushing him
aside=
,=20
she skipped the coffee table and sat directly down in front of her
computer=20
screen and stared at it.  Her fingers were poised to type but nothing
came=20
up.  Perry and Clark stood back and watched, wondering what to do exactly.
=20
Lois had been in love with him, Clark could tell.  Lois continued to
stare=20
for a few more minutes and then started typing and crying frantically.
Clar=
k=20
started over to her desk but Perry grabbed his shoulder.
    "Leave her be son, she needs this cry for herself."  Clark couldn't
stan=
d=20
seeing her hurt so badly but knew Perry was right.
    "What now for Lois?"  Jimmy asked as he walked up behind the two of
them=
.=20
 The two others nodded disgruntled.  All three just wanted to know what
to=20
tell her to make it all better.  Finally, after silence, Clark answered
his=20
question.
    "The funeral's tomorrow.  The will reading Thursday.  Lois has things
at=
=20
his place.  Rumor has it that Luthor Tower was left to her."  Clark
crossed=20
his arms and looked back at Lois.
    "Judas Priest."
    "Mayson's been assigned to arraignment of the killer.  He'll be=20
extradited and here on Friday.  Then Lois goes to court.  I got the
inside=20
from Mayson chief."  Perry put his arm on Clark's shoulder.
    "Good.  Keep an eye on her.  Take her home if things start to get too=20
emotional."  Perry turned toward his office as Jimmy walked off to the=20
calling of a copy boy.

    Clark watched Lois leave later that afternoon to Luthor Tower with
the=20
limo driver.  He was pretty confident that she was out of harm's way as
long=
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as the killer was behind bars in another country. =20
    Lois arrived at the Tower and headed up to the main floor.  Walking
out=20
on the balcony from his office, she started looking down and wondered how=20
many times Lex could have slipped and fallen but instead died from a
bullet.=
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She started crying again and sat at his desk with her head in her hands.=20

I don't pick up the mail
I don't pick up the phone
I don't answer the door
I just soon be alone=E2=80=A6
I'm just a ghost in this house
I'm just a shadow upon these walls
As quietly as a mouse, I haunt these halls
I'm just a whisper of smoke
I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire.
I'm just a ghost in this house
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And me has been a science fiction fan and a Superman fan from childhood on.

So I like Star Trek in most of its incarnations, although my favorite is
still the original show.  Maybe it's not the best - but it was the first
really good scifi on TV, and aired during the height of the space
exploration
period of the sixties.  It gave us all a future full of hope, characters who
were more than cardboard, and occassional glimpses into relationships
although none went very far, not even as far as subsequent Star Treks did .

Relationship shows set in the 20th century as a general rule *I* find
boring.
 Might have something to do with my love of alternate universes and medieval
and ancient historical periods.

To make a long story short, I love Lois and Clark because it combines Sci Fi
elements and adventure but focuses completely on the relationship -  a
relationship I will reiterate I'd been waiting to see developed since
reading
the comics in the 40s when I was a young girl.  Yes DC comics and Superman
had fans who were not teenage boys even then.

Charlotte
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When is the IRC Round Robin group meeting to write again?
We've had a couple of 'skip weeks' and I'm now completely
lost as to the schedule. Is it tomorrow?

Wendy
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> When is the IRC Round Robin group meeting to write again?
> We've had a couple of 'skip weeks' and I'm now completely
> lost as to the schedule. Is it tomorrow?

The RRs are on hiatus right now, due to someone's relative being in the
hospital... I'm sure Eileen will let us all know when the group gets
going again :)
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Date:         Fri, 28 Jan 2000 11:34:05 -0800
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_Phillip wrote:  I liked Dempsey
and Makepeace, and you can make of that what you will <g>

Another Dempsey and Makepeace fan!  I loved that show even when I had to
stay up till midnight to watch it.  Still have a few tapes I drag out now
and then.  Did those 2 end up getting married in RL?  I've seen them working
together in several miniseries in the 90's.  We all have our, um, "TV
taste".  De Gustibus. Sorry, I guess this is getting a little OT.   Jude
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I need the birthdates for Lois and Clark for a fanfic I'm starting.  Anyone
have them commited to memory?
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Clark's birthday was supposed to be February 28, 1966.  I think someone said
that Lois's was sometime in October 1967,

Nan

Mary Scibetta wrote:

> I need the birthdates for Lois and Clark for a fanfic I'm starting.
Anyone
> have them commited to memory?
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I don't know if this is his birthdate, but he arrived in Smallville on May
17, 1966 according to H.G. Wells and his time machine.
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   No one here should have to defend their own taste in television. We
watch what appeals to us. To waste time sitting in front of a tv being
bored to death with something we don't like is a much more questionable
pasttime.

  As a fan of the later Star Treks, but not the original, I'll at least
give them credit for trying to work on relationships a little.(Notice
I'm not saying they succeeded.) The original, to me, rarely tried.

    What I really can't understand is how B5 got lumped into the same
category as ST. I personally would lump B5 into the category with L&C.
B5 spent 3 (agonizing) years very slowly building up a relationship
between two of the main characters. Their relationship was filled with
initial dislike (from her), false starts, crisis of the weeks and
Jimmy-style interruptions. (Sound familiar??) Add to that the cultural
and religious differences they spent many episodes overcoming. The
overly horrible 5th season was really a shame. No coincidence, I'm
sure, that that was the only season controlled by the network and not
the series creator.  Of course my main debt to B5 is that it ran
back-to-back with L&C, which is how I discovered this obsession to
begin with.

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I want to say that Lois' bday is October 2nd. i don't know why but I do.  We
all know it's not October 6th because I think Lois would of said something
about it on her wedding day.. LOL!  Maybe I'm thinking it's October 2nd
because my bday is October 4th! LOL!  Still I can see Lois having an early
October birthday.  Basically pick what date you want.

Alexis ;-.)
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ok, now, anyone remember the birthdate of the child in last ep?  I know you
do....  thanks....
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Kristin said:
>Hi, I'm kind of a lurker, and I don't know if you want me in the
>conversation

Want you in the conversation?  Well, I can't really say for sure, since I'm
not in the conversation either <g>, but I can say pretty confidently that
nobody on the list would want to prevent anyone from putting their two cents
in a conversation.  Or four, or eight, or ten... ;)

Jessi
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wants to see the whole cast of either of those shows to meet the entire cast
of L&C someday)
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No need for an explanation, although I wonder if the 'T' in tea is the same
for herbal teas as for regular teas.

Either way, what a pleasure to find this lovely little story at the end of a
disappointing day with no new fanfics in the download.

Enjoyed it very much.

Thanks,

Charlotte
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In a message dated Fri, 28 Jan 2000 10:19:55 PM Eastern Standard Time,
Charlotte Fisler <Cdfisler@AOL.COM> writes:

> No need for an explanation, although I wonder if the 'T' in tea is the
same
> for herbal teas as for regular teas.
>

It is.  We asked the professor the same question.  Herbal teas have the
theobromine in them too.

> Either way, what a pleasure to find this lovely little story at the end of
a
> disappointing day with no new fanfics in the download.
>
> Enjoyed it very much.

Thank you.  I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
>
> Thanks,
>
> Charlotte

Alicia :)
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Hi Mary:  I asked the same question recently for a fic I'm writing and the
official answer was that no one knows Lois' exact birth date.  Just that she
is a Libra born in the year 1967.  Libra would be between Sept. 26 and Oct
25.  I  gave her the date Oct. 17 but I think you're free to pick any one
your want.  Jude.
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> I need the birthdates for Lois and Clark for a fanfic I'm starting.
Anyone
> have them commited to memory?