From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG0004B" ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 16:43:34 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: (was RE: hey!) and Baron Sunday In-Reply-To: <47.2be4d94.261f351e@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:57 AM 04/07/2000 -0400, you wrote: >Me again. You can come *any* time! >I tried to explain in my last comment what makes a story really good and I >didn't think I could. Afterwards I thought of the - to me - perfect example, >so here it is for anyone who is interested. > >You all know I love Debby Stark's Dawning series for many, many reasons, Listen: I just got a tooth pulled this morning, complete with bone graft and stitches. It doesn't hurt yet (some 4 hours later), and I don't really expect it to (I've been taking a lot of vitamin c and the oral surgeon was *so cute!*), but if it *did* hurt... I'd feel really, really good right now! >but if I had to point to one single line that typifys why I like it, it would be >this one. > >In Dawning 9, Debby's revelation chapter - chock full of great parts BTW - I think the further I get in rereading, the less I'll have to change (except maybe for the stray typo here and there), so never fear, this shouldn't change... >there is the following scene: [snip...] Well, I admit I like that scene, too. It's the kind of angst I like--angst due to misunderstanding but with the probability of a nice outcome... if the author can figure one out ;) >Now it's early Thursday morning, Lois's day off - the perfect day to tell her >Clark thinks. He has a plan (poor guy his plans seldom work out in Dawning This wasn't the idea at first, but I never liked in the show, in WWW, I believe it was, that Martha and Jonathan had to suggest to CK that he simply *tell Lois the truth*. When I heard that on the show, I immediately thought: "but isn't that what he's been trying to do, or at least thinking about it?" But no, the idea was a completely new one to him... geesh... At least everyone watching at the time agreed that Lois deserved to be told :) >[snip] In one single sentence we see the >complex character of Clark Kent/Superman both his humanness and his Super >powered uniqueness. That is what a really good writer does. Projects in >words a verbal image which conveys a truth about the topic. And that is what >touches me. Would that I could write like that. Oh, gosh, thank you :D I'm glad I stayed! >Re: Baron Sunday. Okay Kathy and StarKitty you got me thinking and I will >write a revamp or at least a continuation to the episode. I'm good at >backgrounds even if I do say so myself. (She smiles secretively - they'll >never know what she's referring to except it isn't her Lois and Clark >stories) Well, you better let us know which stories they are! >And yes in my story the Baron isn't going to get off as the >innocent he is supposed to be in the episode. I suspect you'll make him a character with complex motives, one we can have some sympathy with, if only because you've presented us with information about where and how he lived and what made him the man who got in trouble. >Nor is Clark going to be shown as 'perfect,' but that was never the point. I for one don't want him perfect... I just want him to learn from his mistakes :) >This is going to take some time >so don't hold your breath waiting but I will keep my promise. We're waiting... (I get to say that at last!) >In the meantime, maybe someone else would like to tackle this problem >episode? I love variations on a theme stories, don't you? > >Charlotte I can add some more characters. I had reason to look them up recently, Billy Norcross and Serena Judd. They've been mentioned now & then in fanfics. Perhaps Clark met with them briefly? Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 06:55:59 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Part 7 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Vanishing Act Part 7 by Nan Smith >From five hundred feet in the air, Superman saw the car bearing Bob Ashley and Ty Griggs pull away from the curb and Lois followed them with her usual smooth skill. He watched them disappear down the street and suppressed a stab of worry; Lois had good sense, she'd be all right simply following the two. Below him, Peter Brookes emerged from the coffee shop, glanced up and down the street and crossed to the white VW that was parked a few spaces behind the spot where the Jeep had been. In a moment he was behind the wheel and headed in the same direction his two friends and Lois had taken. Cruising at five hundred feet and completely out of sight of the normal human eye, Superman followed him. Brookes headed south and west, toward Metropolis's business section. Within twenty minutes, he was pulling into the parking lot of a downtown office building. He parked in a space at the far end of the huge parking lot and strode briskly toward the tall structure. Clark watched with a certain sense of deja vu. He was familiar with this location. He had been here as Clark Kent to interview executives of Caribbean Imports in at least three investigations over the last few years. He and Lois *knew* beyond the shadow of a doubt that the company was involved in numerous illicit activities, but in spite of the fact that it had been caught red-handed twice in the last couple of years, their investigations had never been able to prove what they knew to be a fact. Somehow the blame always managed to be placed on corrupt employees acting without the sanction of the company heads. Now, like a bad penny, the name had surfaced again. He watched expectantly as Peter Brookes took the elevator to the seventh floor and entered the outer office of Caribbean Imports. Clark landed quickly behind the building's decorative shrubbery, made a quick change, and entered through the main doors with a brisk step. He went up the stairs to the seventh floor in seconds and paused in the hall outside the outer office of the company. A quick peek with X-ray vision showed Brookes sitting in a chair, flipping absently through the pages of an automotive magazine. To Brookes's left was the door to the office of Jeremiah P. Jeffers, whom Clark had interviewed twice. The man was impossible to pin down, as he had discovered during those two interviews, he never gave a straight answer, and in Clark's opinion he was one of the smoothest operators in the business. His office was also soundproofed and apparently painted with lead paint, for investigation months ago had shown him that his X-ray vision was unable to penetrate it, precautions which he'd found to be--well, interesting, to say the least. Which meant that he wasn't going to be able to hear what they had to say once Brookes got inside the office unless he could think of a way around the obstacles. He looked around, grasping for inspiration. There was a nearly empty restroom next to the offices of Caribbean Imports. He entered and waited for the single occupant to finish his business and leave. When the door swung shut behind him, Clark locked it, then turned to scan the walls. The wall to his right was impenetrable to his vision; that meant it was most likely the wall to Jeffers's office. Very cautiously, Clark used his little finger to drill a hole in the plaster wall, through the lead paint and soundproofing, stopping just short of the surface. With only a thin layer of sound-deadening material separating him from the room beyond, the stuff should no longer function to block noises within the room. Tuning his hearing to catch the faintest sound, he put one eye to the breach he had created in the office's defenses and checked his work. Yes, he could see through the remaining barrier, now. Peter Brookes had apparently just entered, for he was standing diffidently before the executive's desk, waiting to be noticed; a complete change of attitude from his former assured demeanor. Clark could only see the profile of the man seated at the desk itself, but that was enough. J.P. Jeffers was the pompous and very superior company executive whom he had interviewed twice before, and who had loftily denied any involvement with the crimes committed by persons in the company's employ. He appeared to be absorbed in reading a message on his computer screen and gave no attention to the man shifting nervously before him. Jeffers finished reading whatever document had so held his attention and looked up from the computer. "You have a problem, Mr. Brookes?" "Yes, sir." Brookes's voice was no longer firm and confident; he fiddled uncomfortably with his watchband. "The reporters--Lane and Kent--spoke to us a little while ago. They're trying to track down the missing women, and I'm sure they suspect us." "You were sure of that this morning." Brookes nodded. "Yes, sir. We're going to be making the last pick-up tonight, then I think we need to lie low for awhile. With the evidence gone, no one will be able to prove anything." Jeffers lifted a hand and Brookes fell silent. "I agree." "Thank you, sir." "The Caribbean Lady will be lying off of Hobb's Bay tonight after sunset, just outside the three-mile limit. Make your delivery there and then go into defense mode. Do nothing to draw attention to yourselves. You'll receive a new assignment in about two months." "Yes, sir." "However, these two reporters worry me. They may have told others of their suspicions. Is there any chance you were followed?" "No, sir. They're following Ashley and Griggs. Any minute now they should be having a tragic accident. If they survive it, they'll be in the hospital until well after we're through." "Excellent." That was the last word Clark heard of the conversation. In an instant he was out of the building and flinging himself into the sky over Metropolis, hurling himself frantically in the direction of the university. Where had Ashley and Griggs gone? In a city the size of Metropolis, spotting one car somewhere in that vast area was close to impossible, at least in what little time he might have left. In sudden inspiration, he stopped in mid air and, with a small touch of super-legerdemain, produced his cellular phone. As fast as the mechanism would handle it, he punched in the numbers to Lois's phone. Heart thumping suffocatingly in his chest, he listened for the ring. Two rings, three, four-- "Hello?" Lois's voice said. "Lois! Where are you?" "Clark? What's going on?" "Don't talk, just listen. Where are you?" "I'm on the River Parkway, just after the Emerald Drive off ramp. What--?" But Clark was no longer listening. With a burst of super-speed he headed for her location fast enough to startle the citizens of Metropolis with the loudest sonic boom they had ever heard. In a split second he was over the section of parkway she had named in time to see the Jeep lurch sideways as the right front wheel came loose. He pushed himself to higher speed as he dived for the skidding vehicle and seized it as it started to roll. In an instant he had righted it, supporting the right, front section and letting the momentum carry him backwards so as not to jar his wife as she clutched the steering wheel, her eyes squeezed shut. At last, the Jeep came to rest against the center divider. He let it down gently, sped to the driver's door, and yanked it open. In an instant he was holding Lois tightly in his arms. "Are you all right? Are you hurt?" She clutched him for a moment, shaking, then seemed to find her voice. "What happened?" "Are you hurt?" he asked again, forcing himself to release her. The sight of Superman hugging the very pregnant wife of his best friend was not a spectacle to which he wanted to treat any curious passerby. "I...I think so," she stammered. "What happened?" "That's what I'm going to find out," he said. With a gust of air he was gone and back again almost instantly, with the wheel. He set it on the ground and went to examine the right wheel well of the Jeep. Lois followed him. "What is it?" "Look." Clark indicated the places where the wheel had been attached to the shaft. "Do you see this?" "What?" "Two of the bolts that hold the wheel on were cut nearly in two. The nuts on the others were apparently removed. The person who did this expected the two weakened bolts holding the wheel on to snap under the strain and the wheel to come off. It was a deliberate attempt to injure or kill us." "But who...?" "Peter Brookes. I heard him tell J.P. Jeffers what he'd done." "Who's...you mean that executive at..." "Caribbean Imports." Clark turned to look her over carefully. "Are you sure you're all right, Lois? Maybe I should fly you to Dr. Klein..." "Clark, I'm fine! Not even a bruise, thanks to you. You mean this is tied to Caribbean Imports?" He nodded, tuning his hearing to listen to their baby's heartbeat. The steady, rapid sound was the same as always. Reassured, he took a deep breath and blew it slowly out, trying to quell the anger that was beginning to boil under the surface. These people had tried to seriously injure, perhaps kill, his wife and child. Lois put a hand on his arm. "Clark, it's all right. I'm fine." "It's not all right," Clark said. "If I'd lost you--" "But you didn't. You got here in time. Let's deal with this--" she gestured to the Jeep, "--and you can fill me in on what you found out." He nodded slowly, drawing another breath, but the anger hadn't gone away. "You're right. Get in the Jeep and I'll fly it to our mechanic; then we can talk." ****************** "It's just as well that you insisted we get the coverage for vandalism," Clark was saying a couple of hours later. "Even if the premiums are higher." He tried to smile at her, and to keep his voice light, but the smile felt stiff and unnatural. Lois put a hand on his arm. "Come on, Clark. Let's go into the conference room so we can talk." When the door closed behind them, she turned to face him. "Clark, it's *over* and I'm not hurt. Neither is the baby." "Lois, I should never have left you alone." "I knew it!--you're blaming yourself, aren't you?" She grabbed both his hands. "Look at me, Clark! You are *not* to obsess over this! Brookes and his friends are to blame, and behind them Caribbean Imports. Do you understand me? You saved me...again. And now we know about the cargo ship. We actually have a chance to get Lucy back. You are *not* to blame yourself, Clark! I'm a grown woman, and some of this stuff comes with the job." He pulled her into his arms, wishing for the umpteenth time that he could keep her this safe forever. But she wouldn't be Lois if she weren't free to do as she wished, even if it meant occasionally facing danger. She put a hand up to touch his cheek. "Clark, you saved me," she repeated. "I'm not hurt." "I know..." He broke off as he felt the muscles across her middle grow hard as granite against his side. Lois grimaced. "Lois?" he asked. She shook her head. "I don't think so." "Does it hurt?" "No, not really. It's just a lot of pressure." She sighed. "I figure Kryptonian pregnancies last ten or eleven months." Clark checked his watch. "How many of them since the one in the coffee shop?" She shrugged. "I don't know. Four or five, maybe. Look, I've got an idea." "What?" "Well, this cargo ship is going to be off the coast just outside the three-mile limit." "And?" "And that means they're going to be reaching it via some kind of small boat, right?"" "Probably." "So, most likely they're stowing the women near the docks, somewhere." Clark frowned, dubiously. "All seven of them? I doubt they'd keep them here for two months..." "No, of course not," Lois said. "They probably ship them out once or twice a month. But Lucy should still be here, somewhere. Anyway, remember that warehouse Caribbean Imports had on Pier 17 where we found the drugs that time?" "How could I ever forget?" "Well, what if they have other holdings around there, other buildings maybe even under the names of dummy companies or something? I mean, once they realized someone was onto them they might have started taking more precautions." Clark nodded slowly. "It's not only possible but likely. Anyway, it's worth a shot. Let's see what Jimmy can find us. We've got a few hours before sunset. They're not going to try to grab their ‘last shipment' by daylight." "Or ship anybody out," Lois agreed. She opened the door. "Jimmy!" ******************** Perry White watched his star investigative team and wondered what they were up to now. Two hours before, the tremendous sonic boom that marked the passage of Superman across the skies of Metropolis--and a Superman in a big hurry if Perry knew anything about the man--had rattled the windows of the Planet building, but no big story had followed, so he concluded the cause was a more personal one. At first he'd considered the possibility of the imminent arrival of the newest Kent, but when they'd walked into the newsroom a short time ago it was obvious that had not been the cause, either. But he'd noticed an increase in Clark's tendency to hover over his wife and the fact that Lois wasn't objecting. Something had happened, that was for sure, and probably in connection with this latest thing they were investigating. He toyed for a moment with the thought of asking for a progress report, but decided against it. He'd learned from experience that, left alone, Lane and Kent could produce results that gave the editors of other papers heartburn on a regular basis. On the other hand, one couldn't say that about all the reporters on the staff. "Ralph!" he barked. "Where's that piece you promised me on the municipal court bribery scandal?" "I'm waiting for a call back from one of my sources, Chief," Ralph said. "Make sure he doesn't forget about you," Perry said. "I won't--I mean, I will." Ralph moved a little closer to Perry and lowered his voice. "Chief, I wanted to talk to you about that partnering suggestion I made.." "Ralph, my decision's made," Perry said. "Kent's writing and yours just don't mesh. Not only that, but by the time you're up to speed, Lois will be back." "I thought maybe I could benefit from learning his methods--you know, to improve my own investigative skills..." "Ralph," Perry said, "there's nothing wrong with your investigative skills when you use ‘em the right way. You wouldn't have been hired here, otherwise. Lane and Kent apply themselves to their job--the secret is just plenty of hard work and attention to details. You might go at it a little differently, but that doesn't mean your method is wrong. You do your job and let them do theirs and you'll do fine." Ralph glanced resentfully at the Planet's top reporting team which was now in conference with Jimmy Olsen. Jimmy was nodding; Clark clapped him lightly on the shoulder and the Planet's computer expert turned to the keyboard in front of him. Lois moved slowly to her desk and eased down into her chair. Clark took a position behind her, beginning to rub her shoulders. Yep, Perry thought. *Something* had happened, all right, and Clark was in full-blown protective mode. That meant Lois had been at the center of it; somehow she'd been in danger and Superman had performed another hair-breadth rescue. The phone on Lois's desk shrilled and she reached forward to pick up the receiver. "Hello?" he heard her say. "Yes, of course it was vandalism. Do you think I'd saw through the bolts on my own wheel for fun?" Perry felt his eyebrows rise. This was interesting. Besides, it was a boss's job to know what his employees were doing, wasn't it? "What do you mean, ‘at least a week'?" Her voice rose to a level where he didn't have to strain to hear. "Can't it be done any sooner?" She paused, evidently listening. "All right! Fine! I'll expect the replacement vehicle first thing tomorrow morning, then." Another pause, and he saw her jaw set. "Look, you...look, I'm expecting a baby any minute and I don't intend to be caught somewhere without a car when I need to get to the hospital!...Fine! My husband will pick it up in the morning!" She hung up. Well, Perry inferred, the case must be progressing, then. The requisite attempt to kill one of them had been made. Should he set aside room on the front page for the evening edition? He glanced at the wall clock. Nah, it was going to press in forty-five minutes. Maybe he'd better have a contingency plan for tomorrow, however, just in case... He was doing last minute edits to Ralph's piece, forty minutes later, when he happened to glance up in time to see Clark, Lois and Jimmy huddled together by Jimmy's desk. The three had an air of excitement about them that no one could fail to note. They must have found *something*, he knew. Lane and Kent headed for the coat rack and thence up the ramp toward the elevator. Ralph had noticed, too, Perry realized with a sense of resignation. The man was headed for the stairs. At that moment, Perry saw Lois grimace and put a hand on her middle. He'd seen her do that a couple of times today, and his brow puckered momentarily. He'd be willing to wager money on the probability that there would be a new little Kent yelling his or her head off by morning, and he thought Clark suspected the same thing, but no one tried to prevent Mad Dog Lane from following a hot lead, not even Superman. He'd just have to put his faith in Clark to do whatever was necessary if something happened. And he hoped they would be able to evade Ralph, who had now vanished down the stairs. The elevator arrived as he watched, and Lane and Kent boarded. Perry turned back to his editing job. He made one final correction and hit the "enter" key. Just under the wire, he reflected. As always. ******************* (to be continued in Part 8) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 13:33:54 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Elisabeth A. Tull" Subject: How old is Dr.Klein James was wondering how old Dr. Bernard Klein was in the series? He tried looking it up on IMDB but they didn't have Kenneth's birth year listed. Does anyone know? Elisabeth ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 11:37:18 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: How old is Dr.Klein MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hi Elisabeth and James, When I started writing 'Firestorm', I asked the same question and never got an answer. I was told to use my imagination. Sorry, Irene --- "Elisabeth A. Tull" wrote: > James was wondering how old Dr. Bernard Klein was in > the series? > > He tried looking it up on IMDB but they didn't have > Kenneth's birth year > listed. > > Does anyone know? > > Elisabeth > ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 19:22:03 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Becky Kuesters Subject: Re: FF Repost from 1997: Cookies MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/6/2000 5:08:06 PM, Gerry wrote: >Becky, I really enjoyed this. I got a kick out of reading all the ways an >amateur can mess up some basic cooking procedures. We do take so much for >granted when we do something well. I liked the way each basic step can be >so nicely fouled up. I can picture the kitchen at the end of the debacle. > I also liked the way you managed to get Lois's inexperience and baking >"innocence" across. Cute. Thank you. You're right, we do take a lot for granted. It amazes me when I find out someone doesn't have flour in the house, or they've lived in an apartment for three years and never so much as used the top of the stove to warm something up. >My only complaint is that it's no fair that Martha cleans up Lois's mess. >Mother's are just too good. LOL. I just sort of see Martha as someone who would come in and pick up after the kids. Sort of a mom thing when they walk into a mess. I don't remember thinking about that much when I wrote the story though, so it could be more based on my relatives than Martha's likely behavior. And Alicia3456@AOL.COM wrote: >This was such a cute story... I can identify with her about her baking troubles :)... >at least she didn't broil them and have them come out looking like pancakes (I >did that, and my Grandpa ate all of them just to make me happy... he said they >tasted kinda like pancakes too) LOL. Oh, no, I think that tops a lot of the cooking horror stories I've heard. That was nice of your Grandpa, though. I don't really remember learning to cook, my family was always a sort of "women in the kitchen" family and Grandma/Mom had me me stirring the pot, rolling out the dough right along with them since I was very small. So when I grew up I was fascinated and shocked by people who have no or very little cooking skills at all. I'm a pretty good cook and can handle just about anything. Like I said at the end of the story, this was based mostly on trying to teach a 10-year-old, but I could easily see Lois messing up something else that badly (like Thanksgiving, if Clark got called away to be Superman in the midst of dinner preparations. My best friend came and sobbed on my shoulder with quite a story after her first attempt at a Thanksgiving dinner alone with her new husband) Thanks for the feedback, Becky ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 01:31:12 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: OT: Looking for fanfic writers ages 12-23 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi :) Okay, I'm nervous about posting this, since I'm usually a lurker, and I am just *not* used to posting. But I know you're a friendly bunch of people, so here goes . . . I'm the editor of a little L&C fan club called FOLC Central, and for a future newsletter I want to write an article about some of the fanfic writers out there who are between junior high and college age. Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit. I'll just ask you some questions about the stories you've written, about writing, about FOLCdom, etc., it should be fun and totally painless. Anyway, I need several people for this, so please e-mail me if you're interested. DON'T reply to this list! Email me at LoveLC@aol.com or MPSL27@aol.com :) To qualify you must be . . . *In your teens or early twenties *Have at least one fanfic on the archive or another site (for people to see) *Still be writing fanfic, more or less If you could email me by April 16th, that'd be great! Thanks:) mols ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 00:16:47 PDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "StarKitty :)" Subject: Re: New 7 days of Superman Part 8 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Cool segment! I can't wait for the next one! Oh, and you're not going to wait much longer to send Frank back, are you? You can't wait much longer--he can only go back seven days! :) (Yeah, I watch 7 Days whenever I can :) Tara >From: James Tull >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: New 7 days of Superman Part 8 >Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 13:43:46 -0700 > >I reneged. Who says men can't be fickle. :) > ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 00:20:46 PDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "StarKitty :)" Subject: Re: NEW: L&C&J&J (5/?) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Oooh, this is getting more and more interesting! :) Tara >From: "Felix E. Sung" >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: NEW: L&C&J&J (5/?) >Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2000 16:09:40 -0500 > >(Lois & Clark & John & Joan, Part 5) > ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 05:30:14 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: James Tull Subject: Re: New 7 days of Superman Part 8 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii --- "StarKitty :)" wrote: > Cool segment! I can't wait for the next one! Oh, > and you're not going to > wait much longer to send Frank back, are you? You > can't wait much > longer--he can only go back seven days! :) (Yeah, I > watch 7 Days whenever I > can :) > > Tara Thank You. But remember only 2.25 days have gone by. I could drag this teaser out forever... But I won't. Let's just say that we find out why Trask is still alive. SERIOUS WHAM ALERT. PART 9 is VERY WHAMMY. Tank would be proud. James ===== Mr. D8a - Colossians 3:2 - Set your minds on things above not on earthly things. Go to WWW.FREEWWWEB.COM for the best Free Internet access! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 17:36:41 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: How old is Dr.Klein In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 01:33 PM 04/08/2000 -0500, you wrote: >James was wondering how old Dr. Bernard Klein was in the series? > >He tried looking it up on IMDB but they didn't have Kenneth's birth year >listed. > >Does anyone know? > >Elisabeth 45 Debby Debby@swcp.com just guessing... but he has to be old enough to do what he does It was not as far as I recall mentioned in the scripts... and I have all the scripts... write for info on that... ;) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 09:22:01 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Part 8 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Vanishing Act Part 8 by Nan Smith "I hope this is it," Lois said breathlessly as they exited the elevator on the first floor. "Well, there has to be some reason the real owner was hidden so well," Clark said. "How many holding companies did Jimmy say he had to trace it through?" "Six," Lois said. "Anyway, after we solve this, we've got more information we can use to go after Caribbean Imports again. They're good at blaming things on everybody else. Just like Lex was. But they have to have a weak spot somewhere." She bit her lip. "I just hope Lucy's okay." "I'd say these guys are going to keep their 'merchandise' in good shape," Clark said, distastefully. "They probably don't get as high a price if the women are hurt or sick. They might not be very comfortable, but I imagine we don't have to worry about their health." "That's what I've been telling myself," Lois said. "Lois," Clark said, quietly, "we're going to get her back. That's a promise." "I know." She smiled at him. "Let's hail a taxi. What a time to have the Jeep out of service." Clark placed two fingers in his mouth and whistled shrilly. A taxi screeched to a stop in front of them. "Pier Twenty-four," Clark said, as they clambered into the rear seat. The driver glanced dubiously at Lois's midriff. "You sure?" "Of course we are," Lois said, a little crossly. "We're in a hurry, if you don't mind." Clark glanced unobtrusively at her. Lois was being more snappish than she had been earlier, and he had not missed the fact that the last contraction had been a mere fifty minutes since the previous one. "Lois?" he asked quietly, "are you all right?" She smiled briefly and nodded. "I'm okay, Clark. If it turns out this *is* labor--and it probably isn't--we've got plenty of time. The last one still didn't hurt." Reassuring himself that she was probably right--and besides, they were only going to look--he allowed himself to relax slightly. Neither of them noticed the taxi that was following them. ********************** The warehouse looked like any other warehouse Lois had ever seen, and she had seen more than she cared to during her career as an investigative reporter. If every bad guy in the world didn't want to kill her inside of one, it seemed as if a good percentage of them had tried. It was big, utilitarian, and dingy. The scenery was exactly like the rest of the area around here; the docks stretched out over the brownish water, dirty and weatherbeaten, and the distinct smell of fish and seawater, decaying plants and sea life made her stomach queasy. Clark stuck close to her side; after the near-miss earlier today and the fact that she was sure he thought she was going into labor, getting him to move more than a few feet away from her would probably be an impossible task and, if the truth be told, she didn't mind. There was an aching sensation in her lower back--of course, her lower back had been hurting for months, but this was different, almost as if something back there was clamping down purposefully in response to the tightening muscles across her abdomen. She glanced at her watch--the contraction was only thirty minutes since the last one. Hopefully it didn't mean anything. She couldn't afford to go into labor now! The painless contractions had been extremely irregular until just last night. Maybe it was just another bout of false labor, she thought hopefully. In the west, the sun was sinking toward the horizon. It was still light, but it wouldn't be for much longer. There would be time for a quick look around and, if Clark found anything, a call to Henderson or perhaps a more purposeful foray by Superman. Nothing to it, she reassured herself. And, with luck, Lucy would be safe. Again, for the latest uncounted time since they had determined that her sister had actually been kidnapped, she pushed down the almost frantic worry. Worrying did no good, she reminded herself again. If she was to be of any use in the rescue of Lucy, then she couldn't afford to let her emotions free. She would not be Ellen, allowing irrational, near-panic to interfere with what needed to be done. Clark, of course, knew. He always did. She'd gotten so adept at hiding such emotions from herself that sometimes he knew before she did. The taxi had let them out a little over two blocks from their destination. They strolled at an unhurried pace along the broken sidewalk, apparently in no rush to reach their goal, but Lois recognized the tilt of her husband's head. "Hear anything?" she asked softly. He shook his head. "The whole area's too noisy," he said. "We're going to have to get closer." The blast of a boat's horn underlined the statement. She saw Clark wince slightly. "How about the warehouse?" she asked. "Can you see anything?" He lowered his glasses for a moment, then pushed them back into place. "No." "Lead lining? That's suspicious by itself." "Yeah, but considering who owns it, it doesn't have to be because of the women. It could be anything they didn't want Superman to see. Lining a building with lead isn't a crime, you know." "I think the EPA or somebody would object," she said. "Paint isn't supposed to have lead in it anymore." "Well yes, I suppose. But it might not be paint." They strolled in silence for several minutes. When they approached the huge structure, he guided her toward the right, into the space between the target warehouse and its neighbor. "Let's see what we can find behind the building." "Okay." The ground between the two warehouses was littered with debris. Lois stepped carefully around bits of clutter, broken pieces of board, aluminum cans and general trash. Apparently whoever felt like dumping something regarded this area to be fair game, she thought. A tricycle, minus its handlebars and one rear wheel, lay forlornly on its side near the rear corner. When they rounded the corner itself, Clark pulled her quickly to one side to prevent her collision with a set of rusty bedsprings discarded on the ground and half-supported by the building's wall, next to a trio of battered metal trash cans, their lids lying askew atop their warped and dented shapes. Lois made a face at the aroma wafting from the interior of the nearest can. "There's a door over there." Clark's voice was barely audible. "I'm going to see if I can hear anything." "Okay." Lois took a deep breath. There was a tightening feeling across her lower back, the feel of muscles bunching and contracting. It hurt. The pain radiated around her sides, cramping. It lasted for only a few seconds, but she knew what it was. She held her breath, glancing quickly at her watch. Only twenty minutes since the last one. It wasn't supposed to happen this way! They had told her in the childbirth classes that the early stages of labor took hours for a first baby! Clark was pressing his ear against the door, a look of concentration on his features. "What do you hear?" she whispered. "Five heartbeats," he replied, also in a whisper. "And someone's crying. A woman...more than one woman. I think this is..." Whatever he was going to say she never learned. From behind them came a yell and a tremendous crash, the jangling of what could only be the bedsprings, and the metallic thunder of the trash cans, as a falling body catapulted into them. Lois turned. Ralph lay face down on the cement among the fallen cans and scattered garbage. One of his feet was tangled in the discarded bedsprings. They rattled loudly as he struggled to free himself from their grasp. He couldn't make more noise if he was trying to do so, she thought with a flash of sheer exasperation for her awkward colleague's blundering ways. The door flew open, striking Clark square in the face, and Lois found herself staring in shock down the barrel of the biggest handgun she thought she had ever seen. "Hold it," the man said. "Don't anybody move." **************** "Inside," the larger of the two men said. He gave Ralph a jab with the nose of his weapon. "You, too, twinkletoes." Inside the warehouse, it smelled damp and musty. Lights, high above on the ceiling, illuminated shadowy piles of crates stacked at the far end. Camouflage, she thought, in case someone should open the big front doors. Their footsteps echoed hollowly as the two men herded them through the door and closed it behind them. "What do we do with 'em?" the other man asked. "Lock them in with the women." "Why not just kill them?" the shorter man wanted to know. Beside her, Lois felt her husband tense. "Because I said so." "But, Joe..." "You heard me." "What are you going to do with us?" Ralph asked. "Shut up." Joe apparently wasn't the garrulous sort, Lois concluded. "Hurry up, Ernie." "Over there." Ernie waved his own weapon. Lois followed the gesture and gasped. Against one wall a big cage had been set up, complete with four cots and nothing else. This crowd obviously had a good grasp of the villain's traditional role, she thought ironically. Concern for their victims' comfort didn't seem to be exactly paramount on their list of priorities. Inside the cage, standing in complete silence and watching the little drama, were three young women. The one closest to the bars was Lucy Lane. Her sister was staring at her in obvious surprise and horror, but, strangely enough, she didn't make a sound. As they were herded toward the contraption, Clark kept an arm around her and his body between her and the weapons. Neither of the men objected; they probably didn't see her as much of a threat, Lois thought, and she had to concede the fact that in her present condition they were probably right. Ralph was limping; he might have twisted his ankle when he fell over the bedspring, she speculated unsympathetically. If so, it served him right. Ernie waved his gun at the women. "Back up," he ordered and they obeyed silently, in fact their silence was beginning to strike Lois as distinctly odd. While Joe covered the three captives, Ernie unlocked the cage door. "Get in." "You can't do this!" Ralph protested indignantly, only to be shoved unceremoniously forward by Ernie. Joe pointed his gun directly at Lois. "Careful, pretty boy," he said to Clark. Lois felt Clark's arm tighten. Without fuss, she followed Ralph into the cage. They were in a quandary, she knew. Clark could undoubtedly take these two out, but not in full view of the three woman and Ralph. Besides, there was always the possibility that one of the captives could get hurt. He followed her into the cage, stepping over Ralph, who was picking himself up from the floor, and looked quickly at the women. "Are you three all right?" "Quiet in there," Ernie said. "No talking." "You can't do this," Ralph said again as he clambered awkwardly to his feet, and then sat down painfully on one of the cots. "Newsflash, Ralph," Clark said. "They just did." Lois could hear the barely suppressed anger in his voice and glanced up at him in surprise. Clark's jaw was set; he was definitely unhappy with the results of Ralph's blundering. Well, that was just too bad, she reflected. When they got out of here, Clark was going to have to wait in line. She planned on having first dibs on Ralph. If there was anything left when she finished, Clark could have his turn. "I said 'no talking'!" Ernie glowered at them. "Unless you want to die a little early!" "Ernie!" Joe's voice was sharp. He turned to the prisoners. "Let me explain something," he said to Clark. "We have a way to be sure orders get obeyed. Did you notice the floor of the cage is made of metal? You see this?" He held up a small object in his left hand. "I push this button, the cage zaps anybody inside it. It won't kill you, but it doesn't feel good. You want me to give you a demonstration?" Clark shook his head. "Good." Joe turned and walked away from the cage. "Don't give me a reason to use it." Lois stared at Clark in shock. They couldn't even talk? Clark put his finger to his lips and gestured to the cot next to them. "Sit down," he mouthed silently. Lois nodded and obeyed. Her feet hurt and so did her back. At least there had been no more contractions so far. She glanced at her watch and realized why. It had only been six minutes since the last one, though it seemed much longer. The ringing of a cellular phone startled her and she glanced quickly around. Joe and Ernie were sitting on a pair of folding chairs some twenty feet away, with what looked like a card table between them. Joe reached for the cell phone that lay on the table along with a deck of cards, a couple of bags of chips and the remains of two fast food dinners. "Hello?" he said and paused, listening. "Yeah, we're ready." More silence. "An hour? Right. Uh, boss? We have a problem." Again, he paused. "Three snoopers. We caught 'em sneaking around out back." He fell silent for several seconds. "No, I didn't think you'd like it if we did it here...Right. Out to sea. That's what I figured. Right. Okay. We're ready when you are." He switched off the phone. Clark sat down next to Lois. "They plan on getting us out to sea and dumping us there," he said, very softly. "Don't worry. I won't let it get that far." She nodded. "Clark," she whispered, "those two are the guys who tried to kill the detective." He nodded, apparently unsurprised. Lucy had moved over to sit beside her, without a sound. The other two women were sitting on one of the other bunks. One of them began to cry softly. Lois recognized Tanya Weiss by her picture. Anita Stewart's darker skin didn't show the traces of tears as easily, but her eyes were reddened. Lucy had been crying, too, Lois thought. Her sister looked wan and frightened. Clark kept his face turned toward Lois, away from the two guards. "That was Brookes on the phone," he whispered. Lois had to strain to hear the words. "They're starting out to make the 'pickup'. They should be here in an hour or less." She nodded infinitesimally. "We wait," she breathed. Surely, she thought, she could hold out until then. Early labor took hours, didn't it? Silence fell as they waited, not wanting to risk the results of being overheard unless there was something important to communicate. The silence was loud. She still hadn't had a contraction, she thought hopefully, after what seemed like at least an hour had passed. Maybe it wasn't real labor after all. But what was keeping Brookes, Ashley and Griggs? She was beginning to wonder if the three grad students had encountered difficulty with their final "pickup". She glanced at her watch as she felt the telltale ache in her lower back again. Only fifteen minutes? For a moment she didn't believe her eyes. It couldn't be! Surely more time had gone by, but her watch informed her it hadn't. What was going on here? According to the childbirth classes and everything she had read, this wasn't right. Things shouldn't be progressing this fast! Or, at least, a human labor shouldn't. Clark was looking at her questioningly. "Lois?" "I'm all right, Clark," she said. It was true. The contraction wasn't that difficult to control. If it got no worse, she could handle it, she assured herself. There was no need to alarm Clark with the information. He already had enough to deal with, and she didn't want fear for her safety to make him careless. And there was no point in telling their captors. The idea had crossed her mind, only to be instantly dismissed. If they were willing to cold-bloodedly murder three human beings, one of them a pregnant woman, not to mention Detective Brett, two nights ago, why should the fact that she was in labor make any difference at all? The feeling lasted longer this time, and she bit her lip. An hour, she told herself. Only an hour, maybe less, and in the meantime Clark would be able to figure out a way for them to escape from this situation *without* revealing their big secret, they could catch the three grad students red-handed and rescue whatever unfortunate young woman the three had kidnapped. Surely she could hold out for an hour. Clark seemed to accept her assurance, and indeed, the contraction was easing off, now. An hour, she reassured herself. Just an hour. ****************** (to be continued in Part 9) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 18:34:30 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Story title: Shattered Illusions Author: Wendy Richards Part: 1/? (but it will be short! ) Rating: PG Description: Set during Season 2 ----------------------------------------- - Shattered Illusions - It wasn=92t a very good idea to embark on a long drive when you kept burstin= g into tears, Lois reflected as she once again had to take her hand off the steering wheel to brush tears away from her eyes. If she wasn=92t careful, instead of getting to Smallville she was going to end up in the nearest hospital - or even morgue. Just like Clark. Or... it would be just like Clark, assuming the police ever managed to find his body. At that thought a fresh bout of tears sprang to her eyes, and she was forced to pull over, grabbing a handful of Kleenex from the box she=92d had the forethought to leave on the passenger seat. She had never cried so much in her life before as she=92d done in the last ten hours; not when her parents split up, or when Claude abandoned her, or even when her wedding plans to Lex Luthor turned to disaster. This was the worst thing ever to have happened to her. And yet less than twenty-four hours ago her life had been proceeding perfectly normally: she=92d been at work, with Clark; they=92d been engaging= in their usual bantering as they went about their work, investigating the strange phenomenon of the apparently-resurrected 1920s gangsters. She and Clark had visited a lookalike agency together, running into a Superman impersonator while there. The guy had barely looked like Superman, and certainly hadn=92t behaved at all convincingly. Clark... less than twelve hours later he=92d been dead. Shot, at point-blank= range, while trying to protect her. Her partner, her best friend, had laid down his life for her. And every time she closed her eyes she saw the vivid picture of his dead body lying sprawled on the floor of Georgie Hairdo=92s gambling club. She sa= w the ragged hole in his suit where the bullet had entered his body, saw him stagger backwards in shock, saw him fall, over and over again. She saw herself falling to her knees beside him, grabbing at him, saying his name over and over, heard herself scream. Then she saw Capone order his bully boys to get rid of Clark because he didn=92t want =91no stiffs=92 littering = up the club. That was the last time she=92d seen him, being dragged out of the gambling club by the feet. Her partner, her best friend, the man she.... She blinked again, pressing the balled-up tissues to her eyes. How could she still have tears left to cry? Calling Perry from the police station had been a horrible experience: she=92= d barely been able to choke the words out to tell her boss that her partner had been shot dead while they=92d been undercover. Perry had naturally been shaken, but he had come down to the precinct immediately to support her. He had also taken from her the very painful task of calling Clark=92s parents t= o tell them the awful truth, that their only son was dead. He'd said that Martha and Jonathan Kent had been very shocked and distressed, but had wanted Lois to know that they felt for her very much and were just glad that she was safe. They would come to town in a couple of days=92 time, once= they were able to make arrangements for looking after the farm. Going back to the Planet to write up the story had been hard, but it had kept Lois busy; it had been something she=92d needed to do. But then Perry had sent her home; well, he'd offered her a bed for the night at his home, but she=92d refused. Perry and Alice were very well-meaning, but she couldn=92= t bear to be around them. She'd needed to be on her own. But she hadn=92t been able to sleep, and had spent most of the night relivin= g the tragedy over and over in her mind, the tears flowing in fits and starts as the reality of what she=92d lost sank in. Not just someone she worked with. Not just an amusing, friendly guy who was fun to be with; but someone who, almost without her realising it, had come to be incredibly special to her. Clark had, quietly, imperceptibly, subtly, become essential to her well-being. It had been Clark she=92d turned to over the past six months or more wheneve= r she=92d needed a friend, someone to confide in or seek comfort from. Leaving= out the fiasco of her engagement to Lex Luthor, their friendship had been solid for almost a year. Clark had saved her life and her sanity on several occasions - and had most probably saved her life again the previous night, but this time at the cost of his own. She would never again come into the newsroom in the mornings to be greeted by his warm smile, a cup of coffee just the way she liked it and her favourite doughnut from the office selection. She would never have a partner who understood her and teased her the way Clark did - if she ever agreed to work with anyone else ever again. She would never be able to catch his eye during a meeting in the conference room and share his amusement at Perry=92s attempts at playing the tough boss, or at Ralph tryin= g to wriggle out of an assignment he didn=92t want. She could never call him late at night again when she needed someone to talk to or just felt like sharing something amusing. She=92d never be able to turn up on his doorstep with a box of pizza and some videos just because she felt like curling up with him on his couch. Clark was gone forever. Dead. And she missed him incredibly. Even worse, as she=92d realised the previous night at the Planet, he=92d die= d before she=92d ever had a chance to tell him how she felt about him. Clark had not been just a friend to her. He=92d been someone incredibly special, someone she cared about more than anyone she knew - except possibly Superman, though much as she cared for the Super-hero, it hadn=92t been Superman who=92d been there for her during those terrible few weeks immediately after Lex Luthor=92s death, and nor was it Superman she looked for when she just needed to be with someone. No, Clark had filled that role in her life. And she would miss Clark=92s warmth and affection too; his generous hugs, the way he looked out for her, looked at her sometimes as if she was incredibly precious to him. She was pretty sure that he loved her... correction, she thought savagely, *had* loved her. And she had loved him too, not that she=92d ever told him. She just hadn=92t wanted to take the risk that their friendship might suffer= should things go wrong... and where she was concerned, relationships always went wrong. It had been far better, she=92d thought, to keep Clark as the special friend he was than to take the risk of losing him entirely. But now she=92d lost him anyway.... Forcing the tears back, Lois re-started the engine and accelerated forward. She hoped this journey wasn=92t a mistake, that she wouldn=92t be intruding = on the Kents=92 grief; but she=92d finally decided in the small hours of the morning that she really, desperately needed to talk to someone who would understand just how she felt about losing Clark. The only people who fitted that bill were Clark=92s parents. she thought as she turned onto the interstate leading out of Wichita city towards Smallville. But on the other hand, if she=92d called she probably wouldn=92t have been able to talk for tears, and she wouldn=92t have suggested coming to Smallville. If the Kents thought she was intruding, she could go away again, but she thought she knew Jonathan and Martha well enough to know that they wouldn=92t feel that.= In any case, she=92d reasoned, perhaps they would want to know exactly what had happened to their son, and she was after all the only person who could tell them. Unless, of course - and this was a distinct possibility - they actually blamed her for Clark=92s death. And she couldn=92t really blame them if they= did, she mused; after all, she blamed herself. If she hadn=92t insisted on going to the club, if she hadn=92t made herself noticeable, then Clark wouldn=92t have had to protect her from Dillinger. And he wouldn=92t have be= en shot as a result. If Martha and Jonathan wanted to blame her for that, she would accept it. It was their right, after all. Part of her wondered whether in fact that wasn=92t her real purpose in going= to Smallville: to expunge her guilt, or to take the blame openly for Clark=92s death. Perhaps she wanted to be accused; perhaps all the sympathy she=92d been getting from Perry and Jimmy and her other colleagues at the Planet was unbearable precisely because she felt she didn=92t deserve it. What she deserved, instead, was to be blamed. *************** Almost three hours later she pulled into the laneway leading to the Kent farmhouse; slowing the hire-car, she gazed up ahead at the farmhouse. The last time she=92d been here had been more than a year ago, with Clark. They=92= d gone together to his home town to investigate a story about some pesticides, which had instead turned into an encounter with the madman Jason Trask. Trask had found a green meteorite, which she and Clark had later named Kryptonite, and had intended to kill Superman with it. Instead, he had almost killed Clark, and in the process had got himself shot dead by Sheriff Rachel Harris. Lois swallowed hard as she remembered seeing Clark in the pond that day; he=92d been climbing wearily out when she=92d seen Trask aim his gun in her partner=92s direction. Had it not been for her cry and Rachel Harris=92s fas= t reactions he would have been killed then. She=92d run to him, held him tightly, clung to him out of sheer relief that he was alive. But this time no-one had stopped the bullet; no-one had come between Clark and death. Where had Superman been? Lois wondered, not for the first time. The Man of Steel had saved her own life so many times; he was supposed to be Clark=92s friend. How could he not have been there to prevent it? Even if he'd been busy somewhere else, what had stopped him at least stopping by to say that he was sorry? She thrust such thoughts out of her mind, though. Superman wasn=92t to blame= for Clark=92s murder. The only people who were to blame were Dillinger, who=92= d fired the shot, and herself for being the cause of Clark being there in the first place. And Superman was no doubt out searching for Clark=92s body righ= t at this moment, and trying to find his killer. She had no doubt whatsoever that Superman would do his best to bring Clark=92s murderer to justice. She cut the engine, having drawn the car to a halt outside the farmhouse. This was the moment of truth - but it wasn=92t too late to turn around and g= o back to Wichita and a flight back to Metropolis, she told herself. She didn=92t need to do this.... But she did, she told herself. She had to see Jonathan and Martha, to know whether they blamed her or not, to tell them how sorry she was that she=92d got their son killed. She checked her reflection in the driving mirror: her face was pale, her eyes red and blotchy from too many tears. But there was nothing she could do about that now.... With a deep breath, she flung the door open and got out of the car. Less than a minute later she was knocking on the back door of the farmhouse. She heard Jonathan call out, =93I=92ll get it,=94 and Martha=92s = voice asking who was there. Then the door was opening in front of her. This was it; she inhaled deeply again, trying to draw courage from deep within her. The door opened to reveal the bluff face of Jonathan Kent, looking just like he had the last time Lois had seen him, a mere few weeks ago. That was strange; she=92d expected him to be as visibly grief-stricken as she was, given that she knew how much the older man had loved his son. And yet Jonathan seemed perfectly normal... until he recognised Lois, that was. Then, his expression seemed to freeze and he stared at her. =93Lois...?=94 **************** Wondering a little anxiously who had been at the door, Martha re-entered the kitchen where the three Kents had been seated only moments earlier. Clark, not even pausing to X-ray the door, had grabbed her arm and brought her with him into the living room, giving her abrupt instructions that no- one must know he was there. Of course she=92d known that; although his supposed death was not as yet common knowledge in Smallville, the news would spread very soon. The murder in cold blood of one of Metropolis=92s finest reporters, working for one of the best newspapers in the country, would certainly make national headlines soon, and the Kansas connection would be highlighted. Clark=92s shooting would certainly be on local TV by evening, she knew. She noticed that the door was still open and that Jonathan appeared to be talking to whoever was there. Being polite, of course; Jonathan was unfailingly polite and good-humoured to their friends and neighbours - and anyway, they certainly didn=92t want to arouse anyone=92s curiosity at the moment. Except that... except that, given Clark=92s apparent death would soo= n become common knowledge, it wouldn=92t do to have one of their neighbours wondering later why Jonathan Kent had seemed so... *normal* that morning, when he should have been mourning his son=92s death. So, it was perhaps time she helped their visitor on his or her way, Martha considered, moving towards the door. But as soon as she recognised the woman who stood just outside, she stopped dead. It wasn=92t just that it was= Lois, and none of them had for one moment considered that Lois might make the journey to Smallville. It was the obvious emotional state of Clark=92s partner and best friend. Lois looked as if she=92d been crying all night: he= r face was blotchy and her eyes red and swollen. Even as Martha watched, heard her stammer out something to Jonathan about needing to come, to say she was sorry, she saw tears again start to flow down Lois=92s cheeks. Hurrying across and pulling the kitchen door open wider, she exclaimed, =93Jonathan, what do you think you=92re doing, keeping Lois out o= n the doorstep like that? Come in, honey, please,=94 she added, smiling warmly= at the young woman and ignoring Jonathan=92s anxious glance at her. Clark wa= s safely upstairs, and anyway he was well capable of using his enhanced hearing or vision to ascertain whether the unexpected visitor was still around. Lois stepped inside, her gaze focused on Martha. =93Martha, I=92m so sorry..= . I hope I=92m not intruding... I needed to....=94 The words seemed jerked out o= f her, the poise and quicksilver humour Martha was used to completely absent in this almost wraithlike, distraught Lois who stood in front of her. It struck Martha then that in all their agitated discussions none of the three Kents had considered the impact Clark=92s supposed death might have had on his friends. She quickly reached to embrace Lois. =93Of course you=92re not, honey. Come here.=94 Catching Jonathan=92s eye over Lois=92s shoulder, she murmured, =93= Will you make some tea, please?=94 Her husband moved to obey her after a quick, questioning glance at her; she jerked her eyebrows upwards, indicating to him that Clark had gone upstairs. She then led Lois over to the table, encouraging her to sit down. =93It=92s very good of you to come all this way, Lois,=94 Martha told her. But before she could continue, Lois interrupted. =93I had to, Martha... I ha= d to tell you and Jonathan - I was there, you know? When he got shot?=94 Martha nodded. =93Perry White told us. We=92re just glad you=92re okay, hone= y.=94 =93You don=92t understand, Martha,=94 Lois protested, a choke in her voice. = =93It=92s all my fault Clark=92s dead!=94 =93What?=94 Martha was stunned. How could Lois think that? =93It=92s my fault,=94 the younger woman repeated. =93I was the one... and h= e died because he was protecting me.... I had to tell you I=92m sorry....=94 Her vo= ice trailed off as the tears began to flow faster still. Martha could only stare at their guest, horrified. How could they possibly have forgotten to consider how this had affected Lois? Okay, Clark had been very agitated when he=92d arrived late last night, desperate to find some wa= y to =91resurrect=92 himself and reclaim his life as Clark Kent, and since the= n they=92d all spent their waking moments trying to come up with ideas to help= him. Clark himself was still so anguished by what had happened that he was barely thinking straight. But she=92d known, from what he'd told her, that Lois had been with her in the gambling den. Why hadn=92t she thought to ask Clark about Lois, about how his best friend was likely to be reacting? All the time, Lois had been blaming herself, and she was clearly devastated. Jonathan caught her gaze from behind Lois again; it was clear that he was just as disturbed by the situation as she was. But what could they do? It wasn=92t up to either of them to tell Lois the truth, that Clark wasn=92t actually dead. All Martha could hope for was that Clark had indeed been listening and knew what was going on, and that he=92d do the right thing himself. If he didn=92t... well, he would have her to deal with! **************** Lois found a mug of tea being pushed into her hand; she scrubbed at her eyes again with her balled-up tissues and focused her blurry gaze on Martha and Jonathan, who had now also taken a seat at the table. How was it that Clark=92s parents were so calm? They had to be devastated! The good thing was that they hadn=92t immediately ordered her out of their house, but as she watched Martha now, seeing the impact of her explanation about the circumstances of Clark=92s death sink in, she felt that perhaps things were about to change. It seemed that the Kents hadn=92t known the ful= l circumstances of Clark=92s death. Struggling to regain some degree of composure, she took a deep breath and began to explain. =93Clark thought we shouldn=92t go there - to the club, I mean - but I wante= d to. He thought it was too dangerous.... And then once we were there I made myself too conspicuous. Dillinger saw me... he was making a pass at me, and Clark stepped in front of me to protect me, you see. That=92s when... when..= . he was... killed,=94 she finished in a sobbing whisper. Her free hand was seized by Martha. =93Lois, you can=92t blame yourself!=94 = the older woman insisted firmly. =93It=92s not your fault! *You* didn=92t kill C= lark!=94 =93I might as well have,=94 Lois whispered. =93He=92d never have been there = if it wasn=92t for me.=94 =93Lois, you know Clark=92s more than capable of refusing to do something if= he doesn=92t think it=92s right,=94 Jonathan pointed out firmly, and oddly to L= ois=92s ears. He was talking about Clark in the present tense.. clearly the horror of their son=92s death hadn=92t fully sunk in yet. But she couldn=92t allow his parents to let her off that lightly. Turning to= stare at Jonathan, Lois protested, =93But he would never have left me in danger - I insisted on going in there, so he had no choice but to go with me. That=92s why it=92s all my fault.=94 She dabbed at her eyes again, but t= he tissues were now completely sodden. Blinking away the fresh tears, she grimaced and glanced at Martha. =93Can I... I need to wash my face. Can I us= e your bathroom?=94 =93Sure,=94 Martha agreed, and Lois noticed her exchanging glances with Jonathan; she suspected that the Kents were welcoming the opportunity to have a couple of minutes alone to discuss what she=92d told them. She hurried out of the kitchen and found the downstairs cloakroom, spending several minutes splashing cold water on her face and trying to stop thinking about Clark. That glance she=92d sneaked at the photo of him standing in pride of place on the side-table in the living-room hadn=92t helped either, she thought; she'd have to avoid looking in that direction when she returned to the kitchen. By the time she=92d finished bathing her eyes, the end result wasn=92t as good as she could have hoped: her eyes were= still bloodshot and swollen, but at least the tears had stopped flowing. She grabbed some fresh tissues and exited the bathroom. Rounding the corner which brought her past the stairs, she heard a footfall on the landing, and glanced upwards automatically. A tall, dark-haired man was just about to descend the stairs; a very familiar-looking man, with broad shoulders, a muscular torso which was enhanced by the charcoal-grey T-= shirt he wore, and long legs encased in black jeans. The only thing missing was a pair of glasses. =93Clark!=94 Lois exclaimed in shuddering disbelief, and she reached out to grab the newel post as her legs gave way beneath her. *************** ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 19:54:46 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rose Cookson Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy, you're a woman after my own heart! Another take on ToGoM! Who could ask for more? Having said that.... S P O I L E R S P A C E ARGH!!!! How could you possibly leave it there? Lois looking up and seeing Clark, and then.... I need more! And I need it NOW! However, I love this angst. I love how you are dealing with Lois' guilt over Clark's "death," and her going to Smallville was pure genius. I've only read part 1, and I'm already reaching for the tissues. Ahhh, how I love angst and comfort... Now, I need more right away! So get to work, Wendy! Rose :-) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 17:08:05 PDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "StarKitty :)" Subject: Re: New 7 days of Superman Part 8 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Nooo! We're losing another one to the Dark Side! ;) Ok, I lost track of time a little. Sorry. Don't drag it out much longer though, please??? :) (/me begging) Tara >From: James Tull >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: Re: New 7 days of Superman Part 8 >Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 05:30:14 -0700 > >--- "StarKitty :)" wrote: > > Cool segment! I can't wait for the next one! Oh, > > and you're not going to > > wait much longer to send Frank back, are you? You > > can't wait much > > longer--he can only go back seven days! :) (Yeah, I > > watch 7 Days whenever I > > can :) > > > > Tara > >Thank You. > >But remember only 2.25 days have gone by. I could >drag this teaser out forever... > >But I won't. Let's just say that we find out why >Trask is still alive. > >SERIOUS WHAM ALERT. > >PART 9 is VERY WHAMMY. Tank would be proud. > >James > >===== >Mr. D8a - >Colossians 3:2 - Set your minds on things above not on earthly things. > >Go to WWW.FREEWWWEB.COM for the best Free Internet access! > >__________________________________________________ >Do You Yahoo!? >Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. >http://im.yahoo.com ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 17:33:05 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" OY!!!! Wendy, hurry up and post the next part... I love this so far, of course, but what a place to stop at! Melisma (not breathing under her rock) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 20:54:22 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Lorie Y. Crisp" Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SuperLorie :-) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 18:19:26 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Oh, Wendy, you cruel woman. What a place to leave this story hanging! As always, this is lovely and I absolutely have no idea how I'm going to be able to wait for the next installment. Please say that you're going to make a daily post until this is done. Thanks, Irene ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 18:28:08 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? In-Reply-To: <20000410011926.12941.qmail@web906.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 06:19 PM 09/04/2000 -0700, you wrote: >Oh, Wendy, you cruel woman. What a place to leave >this story hanging! As always, this is lovely and I >absolutely have no idea how I'm going to be able to >wait for the next installment. > >Please say that you're going to make a daily post >until this is done. > >Thanks, >Irene No no NOOOOOO, Irene... one lousy post a day is not enough for me! It means I have to wait a WHOLE DAY to find out what happens next. Wendy, post the next section NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!! Melisma (being an impatient Wendy Richards' Number One Fan, here under her admittedly sweltering rock - damn furnace is reading 80 degrees, but she has had the thermostat at 0 degrees all winter... It's been high all winter, but never THIS high... Grumble grumble) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 21:34:18 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rose Cookson Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/9/00 6:31:38 PM Pacific Daylight Time, melisma@INTERGATE.BC.CA writes: << No no NOOOOOO, Irene... one lousy post a day is not enough for me! It means I have to wait a WHOLE DAY to find out what happens next. Wendy, post the next section NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!! >> I agree! We need more posts PRONTO! Melisma (being an impatient Wendy Richards' Number One Fan, here under her admittedly sweltering rock - damn furnace is reading 80 degrees, but she has had the thermostat at 0 degrees all winter... It's been high all winter, but never THIS high... Grumble grumble) Make that Number Two. *I'm* her number one fan! :-) Rose (who keeps checking her email for the next installment) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 18:41:16 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Mel, seeing as it's almost 3 in the morning in Wendy's part of the world, I think you'll just have to reconcile yourself to being patient. Sigh. I know it's hard. I'm having trouble too. Irene --- Melisma wrote: > At 06:19 PM 09/04/2000 -0700, you wrote: > >Oh, Wendy, you cruel woman. What a place to leave > >this story hanging! As always, this is lovely and > I > >absolutely have no idea how I'm going to be able to > >wait for the next installment. > > > >Please say that you're going to make a daily post > >until this is done. > > > >Thanks, > >Irene > > > No no NOOOOOO, Irene... one lousy post a day is not > enough for me! It means > I have to wait a WHOLE DAY to find out what happens > next. Wendy, post the > next section NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!! > > Melisma (being an impatient Wendy Richards' Number > One Fan, here under her > admittedly sweltering rock - damn furnace is reading > 80 degrees, but she > has had the thermostat at 0 degrees all winter... > It's been high all > winter, but never THIS high... Grumble grumble) > ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 18:44:14 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? In-Reply-To: <72.2ca092e.2622899a@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Make that Number Two. *I'm* her number one fan! :-) > >Rose (who keeps checking her email for the next installment) No, I think you misinterpreted my words slightly, Rose - did you notice that I capitalized the term? I am a proud member of Wendy Richards' Number One Fan Club, where we are ALL her Number One Fans. There is no fighting about who is the biggest fan, as it should be - we just all band together to lift up one terrific author... And it worked, didn't you see? Wendy won five, count 'em, FIVE Kerth Awards this year!! Come join us, if you haven't already - we would love to have you :) Melisma (getting down off her soapstone and crawling under it, now :) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 18:49:16 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? In-Reply-To: <20000410014116.28465.qmail@web905.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Well, maybe Wendy has a school holiday tomorrow, and she can stay up long enough to get the rest out to us... Hey, a Wendy Richards' Number One Fan can *dream*, can't she? Melisma (saying, under her rock, 'Yes, and I won the Super 7 lottery on Friday night, too...' :P Sigh...) At 06:41 PM 09/04/2000 -0700, you wrote: >Mel, seeing as it's almost 3 in the morning in Wendy's >part of the world, I think you'll just have to >reconcile yourself to being patient. Sigh. I know >it's hard. I'm having trouble too. > >Irene > >--- Melisma wrote: >> At 06:19 PM 09/04/2000 -0700, you wrote: >> >Oh, Wendy, you cruel woman. What a place to leave >> >this story hanging! As always, this is lovely and >> I >> >absolutely have no idea how I'm going to be able to >> >wait for the next installment. >> > >> >Please say that you're going to make a daily post >> >until this is done. >> > >> >Thanks, >> >Irene >> >> >> No no NOOOOOO, Irene... one lousy post a day is not >> enough for me! It means >> I have to wait a WHOLE DAY to find out what happens >> next. Wendy, post the >> next section NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!! >> >> Melisma (being an impatient Wendy Richards' Number >> One Fan, here under her >> admittedly sweltering rock - damn furnace is reading >> 80 degrees, but she >> has had the thermostat at 0 degrees all winter... >> It's been high all >> winter, but never THIS high... Grumble grumble) >> > >===== >"All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place >by the mortar of original thinking." >--William Dukane > >__________________________________________________ >Do You Yahoo!? >Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. >http://im.yahoo.com > > ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:11:32 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/9/00 9:42:48 PM Eastern Daylight Time, sirenegold@YAHOO.COM writes: << Mel, seeing as it's almost 3 in the morning in Wendy's part of the world, I think you'll just have to reconcile yourself to being patient. Sigh. I know it's hard. I'm having trouble too. >> Why should Melisma reconcile herself to waiting? I thought it had already been incontrovertibly established that Wendy, like Superman, doesn't need to sleep. I I have a feeling that Wendy finishes most of her stories before part 1 ever sees the light of day, or mailing lists and message boards. She just likes angst too much. Waaaay too much. So not only does she put Lois and / or Clark through the wringer, she does it to her loyal fans as well. Seriously, this is off to a wonderful start, but what a place to leave us hanging! I'm with the rest of the crowd, Wendy. More, please, and soon. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:13:01 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/9/00 9:52:09 PM Eastern Daylight Time, melisma@INTERGATE.BC.CA writes: << Well, maybe Wendy has a school holiday tomorrow, and she can stay up long enough to get the rest out to us... Hey, a Wendy Richards' Number One Fan can *dream*, can't she? >> Well, Wendy teaches at a university. Can't professors just cancel class if they have something else to do?:) Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:11:54 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Horray! Erin Klingler had her baby! Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, 7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. He joins sister Alyssa (7), brother Tyler (5) and sister Jessica (2 1/2). Erin says he has "a ton of dark hair!" and looks just like Tyler did as a baby. :) If anyone wants the labor story, write me privately and I'll fill you in. Oh, and for those of you who have written Erin recently and wondered why she hasn't written you back ... her laptop has been in the shop since Thursday and she hasn't checked email since then. It's *supposed* to come back this week, however, so she'll be caught up when she gets a chance. :) Kathy (who was so excited to get the message on the answering machine this morning, and even more excited to get the full scoop this evening. :)) -- ______________________ Kathy Brown kathybrown91@home.com kathyb@lcfanfic.com KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:19:42 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Congratulations Erin and family! Hope mother and son are happy and healthy. Hope you can get back to writing soon too. merry Kathy Brown wrote: > Horray! > > Erin Klingler had her baby! > > Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, > 7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. > > He joins sister Alyssa (7), brother Tyler (5) and sister Jessica (2 > 1/2). Erin says he has "a ton of dark hair!" and looks just like > Tyler did as a baby. :) > > If anyone wants the labor story, write me privately and I'll fill you in. > > Oh, and for those of you who have written Erin recently and wondered > why she hasn't written you back ... her laptop has been in the shop > since Thursday and she hasn't checked email since then. It's > *supposed* to come back this week, however, so she'll be caught up > when she gets a chance. :) > > Kathy (who was so excited to get the message on the answering machine > this morning, and even more excited to get the full scoop this > evening. :)) > -- > ______________________ > Kathy Brown > kathybrown91@home.com > kathyb@lcfanfic.com > KathyB on IRC > ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 23:33:41 -0400 Reply-To: Kath Roden Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kath Roden Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: Kathy Brown > Erin Klingler had her baby! > > Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, > 7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. Congratulations Erin!!! Another FoLC to add to the ever growing list. ;^) Kath ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 20:38:09 -0700 Reply-To: creolel@ca.freei.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lori Llorence Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) Comments: To: Kathy Brown MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Congratulations Erin and Family!! I'm glad everyone and everything turned out happy and healthy!! You know your fans (including me) will give you time to recover, and then we'll be looking for Lois and Clark to get out of that cave that you have them in!!! :-) Again, Congratulations!! Lori -----Original Message----- From: Kathy Brown [mailto:KathyBrown91@HOME.COM] Sent: Sunday, April 09, 2000 1:12 PM To: creolel@mail.ca.freei.net Subject: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) Horray! Erin Klingler had her baby! Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, 7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. He joins sister Alyssa (7), brother Tyler (5) and sister Jessica (2 1/2). Erin says he has "a ton of dark hair!" and looks just like Tyler did as a baby. :) If anyone wants the labor story, write me privately and I'll fill you in. Oh, and for those of you who have written Erin recently and wondered why she hasn't written you back ... her laptop has been in the shop since Thursday and she hasn't checked email since then. It's *supposed* to come back this week, however, so she'll be caught up when she gets a chance. :) Kathy (who was so excited to get the message on the answering machine this morning, and even more excited to get the full scoop this evening. :)) -- ______________________ Kathy Brown kathybrown91@home.com kathyb@lcfanfic.com KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:37:50 CDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jessi Mounts Subject: Between Floors 7 and 8 Part 1 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Oh, gosh, here I was, all ready to post my *real* first fanfic, and I discover a Wendy Richards fanfic in my mailbox. A really good Wendy fanfic, judging from the few paragraphs I read before I made myself promise to read it tomorrow when I actually had time to read it. *And* now I look and see Erin's had her baby. Congratulation, Erin!! But I'm going to be nuts and send my fanfic anyway. Feedback is more than welcome, public or private, including constructive critism. When I first posted this on the message board, I was told some parts were a little hard to follow. I tried to fix some, but I'm sure I missed others, so let me know. Either way, be nice. Very huge thank you to Ann for editing, and everyone at the message boards for getting me to fix more. ************* “Oh! Oh! Hold that...door...open.” Lois didn’t actually expect anyone on the elevator to grant her request. It was all the way across the food court she was standing in, and unless someone on there happened to be a lip reader or was fluent in the language of Lois-Lane-arm-waving, there was no way anyone would know she was even making one. So she was surprised to see the doors slide back open when they’d been just inches from sealing shut. Lois snatched her Chinese take-out of the counter before she rushed across the mall’s food court to eye the elevator’s sole passenger suspiciously. He was staring at her, looking a little stunned, but holding on to that Doors Open button like it was the most important task of his life. That alone was enough to make her nervous. Why in the world would this guy wait for her to walk all the way across the food court unless he *really* wanted to be alone in that tiny space with her? The man apparently saw her hesitation. He finally remembered to remove that stunned look from his face and replace it with a very reassuring and convincing smile. Oh well, Lois thought, as she stepped into the elevator. The mall closed in half an hour, she had to get Lucy’s present by Tuesday, and she really didn’t want to deal with another round of saleswomen explaining why their perfume was a life necessity. And if he tries anything, I can always show him what I know about self defense. Lois gazed absently at the red digital numbers counting up the floors and tried to ignore the part of herself insisting that she didn’t actually mind being alone in the elevator with this man. He wasn’t bad looking, after all. Well, okay, the hair needed some work. It reminded her of a fourth grade kid who never realized his short haircut had outgrown itself until his mother dragged him off to the barber shop. But you could forgive the hair for the sake of those deep, dark eyes that looked like their owner could never hurt anyone. And the smile that made her feel like she was the most important thing in his world. And...and...um...and he’d noticed she was staring at him. She whipped her head back around to examine the digital numbers that were taking their own sweet time in rising. Just where were you going with that anyway, Lane? she questioned herself. Get a grip! The man is not a manic serial killer who lures innocent women into abandoned elevators, and he is not madly in love with you! *** If Clark Kent could have heard Lois’s thoughts, he could have told her she was possibly only halfway right. A serial killer he was not, but whether or not he was in love with her was still open for debate. He had no problem with falling in love, of course. He *wanted* to fall in love. But love at first sight? He glanced at this gorgeous, bewitching woman, only feet away from him, who seemed so fascinated by the interior of the elevator and utterly uninterested in him. No, he wasn’t in love. There was a perfectly logical explanation why he was still fighting off the urge to soar into the air. Or sweep her into his arms. Or soar into the air with her enveloped in his arms. That would be good too. But not in love. And this feeling that he’d finally found what he’d been searching for his whole life? That these few minutes would decide whether he’d never be lonely again, or he’d be more alone than he ever had? That wasn’t love. It was...it was..relief that he’d survived the vulture salespeople of Metropolis? Okay, that was a pathetic excuse, but it was the only excuse he could come up with because he was *not* in love. He wasn’t! He couldn’t...possibly...be... His overworked defiant voice wavered as he turned to catch just one last look at her, and his eyes met hers. She seemed so stubborn, so independent. So unneeding of anyone, least of all him. It didn’t matter. No amount of stubbornness could hide the warmth and passion he was sure he saw behind it all. He loved her. Later he might laugh at this fairy-tale idea or be terrified for his sanity. Right now, there was no doubt in the world. He’d fallen in love at first sight with a stranger in an elevator. *** Lois was now glaring at the digital six, threatening it to change to a seven, or else. Honestly, she’d walked right into *the* slowest elevator in the history of the earth! She should have taken the stairs. Her perky little voice disagreed. “But then you never would have met-” She promptly made the thing shut up, and then sent her negative energy in the direction of the glowing red number, which had finally, on pain of death, changed to a seven. And then remained a seven, much to Lois’s disgust. Did the thing plan on staying on floor seven all night? The elevator responded with an exhausted gasp and an indignant jolt. Yes, apparently that’s exactly where it was going to stay. “I think it’s stuck,” the stranger offered timidly. Lois turned to glare at him as if this whole thing were entirely his fault. It wasn’t. It could have been, if he’d thought of it. He hadn’t. Luckily. Clark was getting the uncomfortable feeling that the death rays this woman’s eyes were shooting could disintegrate any innocent look he conjured up and see right through to his guilt. Lois turned her lethal gaze back to the poor, abused numbers. “Yes, it’s stuck! Computerized numbers, plush carpet on the walls, and - and - cheesy music, and the thing can’t get from one floor to another! Even elevators in Bate’s Motel don’t get stuck!” Clark wisely decided not to encourage further wrath by pointing out the Bate’s Motel didn’t have elevators, and instead quietly pressed the Emergency button. This wasn’t really an emergency, he admitted. They weren’t in any danger; and if they were, he could have them out of there before she had time to realize how she’d gotten out. But that would involve doing something extremely suspicious on his first day in Metropolis; and that was the type of thing he was trying to avoid, not practice at the drop of a hat. Besides, why would he want to have them out of there? Hadn’t he just been wishing they were in a nice, slow elevator in, say, the Sears Tower? Why would he want them out of there? Because this woman, who may or may not be the love of life, looked like she was quietly planning the execution of whoever was responsible for the faulty elevator. And if she couldn’t find the guilty party, he was getting the distinct impression he would do just as well. Really, he scolded himself, if you insist on falling in love at first sight, couldn’t you have picked someone a little less homicidal? By this time, Lois’s rage was narrowing from the world in general to the makers of this elevator in particular. She glanced at her elevator companion and thought he’d be happy to hear that. His mysterious, stunned look was steadily changing to wild-eyed fear. There was no reason for him to be afraid. Okay, well, maybe she’d yelled a bit, but she hadn’t yelled at *him*. Had she? She reviewed the last couple of minutes and realized, yes, actually, she had. Darn. She had no problem with scaring people. She just wanted the scaring to be her idea. Really, she thought idly, the guy hadn’t done anything deserving a scare yet. He’d held the door for her. How he’d known to was beyond her. He’d stayed well on his side of the elevator and he’d known better than to interrupt her tirade. She could be nice in return. Unconsciously, she lifted her chin in determination and then relaxed, sliding down the wall into a seated position and loosely wrapping her hands around the knees of her slacks. She hesitated for a second and then let out a half timid “So...” Oh, brilliant Lane. That’s got to be the most creative conversation starter you’ve come up with yet. The man stared at her, hands thrust deep in his pockets. She couldn’t read his expression, but she guessed he was trying to decide whether her sudden change in attitude was a good or bad thing. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision and followed her example. “So...” ************ “That's not a fortune!" Lois' eyes sparkled as she went into a parody of the infamous Mad Dog Lane mode. Lois would have been appalled if she realized her eyes were showing anything at all, let alone sparkles, but at the moment, she was having too much fun to care. It turned out that her mysterious stranger, though maybe a little odd, was certainly not a serial killer. Or if he was, at least he was charming and thoughtful one on his off-time. Anyway, once he’d- they’d- relaxed enough to share the Chinese food that had almost made her miss the elevator in the first place, she’d discovered there wasn’t anyone else she’d rather have been stuck in an elevator with. For some reason completely beyond her, she actually *liked* debating the authenticity of fortune cookies. "Oh, it is so a fortune,” she said stubbornly. “'Your life will be taking an interesting turn.’ It comes from a cookie. It tells the future. That is a fortune." With each of her closing arguments, she rhythmically snapped the offending slip of paper to punctuate the phrases. Clark slowly shook his head, partly in disagreement, but mostly in amazement at this complex, wonderful woman. After those first awkward few minutes, he'd discovered he was more than justified in falling in love with her. Oh, it was still a crazy fairy tale notion, but now, at least, he wouldn't have to tell his parents he was in love with someone who hadn't spoken ten words to him. The passion he'd sensed in her wasn't imaginary. Each word she'd said, every gesture she was done with all she had. She hadn't given him her life story. In fact, they'd skipped right over the basic getting-to-know-you information. He didn't know her job, her friends, her opinions on the weather. He didn't even know her name. He wasn't going to complain. What she had said told him so much more than her thoughts about that morning's rainstorm. Between teasing, bad puns, and her Chinese take-out, he'd met a person he guessed she let few people see. Her favorite TV shows were a "sappy" soap opera, The Ivory Tower, and a sixties spy show. She didn't like the movie based on the former, proclaiming it a "cheap rip-off" and "completely out of character. She loved to write. He'd already half guessed that by the time she'd said so. She worded herself so eloquently that, if she didn't write, she should. Since the age of nine, she'd had the long held dream of publishing a novel. At nine, the heroic main character of said novel would single-handedly save the world. Over fifteen years later, that heroine was still saving the world, but now it was at the expense of her chance to find her prince of all Prince Charmings. She'd dropped one barrier after another, each one revealing yet another quirky, charming aspect of her personality. She often tried to out-sing her not so melodic hair-dryer in the mornings. She was an expert in self-defense and had considered using it on him if he got out of line. She loved cats, but didn't own one, for the protection of her elderly goldfish. She couldn't cook, hated most salespeople, had recently learned to rollerblade. She never let herself trust her coworkers. With each barrier she dropped, Clark felt himself falling more deeply into her unintentional trap, and really couldn't have been happier about it. In other words, he had fallen head over heels in love, and whatever logical, rational thought process he had left had fallen right along with him. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:38:27 CDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jessi Mounts Subject: Between Floors 7 and 8 Part 2 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Meanwhile, Lois was working up an amused irritation at his apparent disagreement with her. "Oh, you think I'm wrong? And I suppose you, farmboy, are a frequent visitor to China and a world renowned expert on fortune cookies!" Clark gave her his best devastating grin, knowing he had this debate nailed. "Well, I don't know about being a 'world renowned expert' but I have been to China. Twice." And innumerable other times to pick up a quick meal, he thought to himself, but those don't really count. Lois' expression slowly changed from mock irritation to sincere interest. The guy from Kansas said that so matter-of-factly, like he was telling her he had been to the Grand Canyon. "You're kidding! How? Why?" Clark felt his world crashing down around him as the meaning of her question hit him. She wanted to know how he'd gotten to China, and he couldn't tell her. He was completely, helplessly in love with her, and he couldn't tell her something as simple as his means of transportation. This wasn't that big of a deal, but what about next time? What about when she wanted to know why he never got hurt, never got sick, could hear things he shouldn't, could bruise her with a careless caress? What then? Anyway, he had to give her an answer to this particular question now. She was getting suspicious! As he struggled to force his world back into it's rightful place, he stole a panicked glance in her direction. She didn't *look* that suspicious. Really, she just looked interested in finding out why a farm kid...oh... Clark grinned sheepishly, which matched what he was about to say pretty well anyway. "Why'd I go to China? Mostly because it was there and I'd never been. My version of teenage rebellion, I guess." At Lois' incredulous raised eyebrows, he hurried to continue. "Oh, my parents were - *are* - wonderful. They wouldn't have objected if I announced I was visiting the moon, as long as I knew how to get there." Which I do, he thought, wishing for the first time that he had a way to share that with someone. Namely, her. "It was just about everyone else in town who said I couldn't do it alone. Which made me that much more determined to try. Silly, I guess." The corners of Lois' mouth slowly turned up into a charmed smile. He was such a walking contradiction. He had obvious physical strength, but he moved with all the careful grace of a jungle cat. He kept his shoulders slightly slumped, and his smiles were almost cautious. She'd think him timid, if she hadn't watched him hold up his fair share in every playful argument they'd had. She had no doubt he'd fare just as well in a real one. He was ridiculously kind-hearted, but here he was admitting to a stubborn streak. No, she corrected herself. That wasn't a contradiction. If his "rebellious" trip to China had caused any harm to anyone other than to mystify a couple of people, he wouldn't have thought about going. Knowingly hurting someone was even more impossible for him than flying to the moon. "No, not silly at all," she said, finishing her reverie and remembering he was waiting for her to answer his question. "I've spent my entire life pulling stunts like that." As Clark took his turn at eyebrow raising, Lois gave a short laugh. "No, not China!" Feeling reassured by the return to the playful mood, she continued. "I can't resist a challenge. If someone says I can't do something, I can't resist the urge to show them I can. I've got this monstrous teddy bear packed away somewhere that my sister bet me I could never get. So I saved my money for two months and bought it. I didn't want it, but that wasn't the point.” She tipped her head back against the wall, and tried to dredge up a memory to further explain herself. "Then there was the time I joined the drama club after Daddy teased me about being a shy little bookworm. And the time I became the school's spelling bee champion because he said I couldn't." She stopped abruptly, feeling uncomfortable for revealing so much and ridiculous for revealing it so bitterly. She was talking about a contest where nine-year-olds ponder the correct spelling of "mosquito" using the same rueful tone most people use when telling about failed marriages. If her elevator companion didn't already think she was off her rocker, he certainly did now. She reluctantly started to meet his eyes which, by this time, were undoubtedly showing cruel laughter mixed with shock. She got a shock of her own to see none of it. She could see by his barely present smile that he was still trying valiantly to sustain the light mood. Somehow he’d guessed early on that she needed that, and so every time she’d slipped and said more than she’d meant to, he’d counter with a story about the time his dog ate two and a half boxes of crayons or something equally silly. And every single time, his eyes betrayed him a little more. At first, she’d convinced herself it was only her over-active imagination, but by now there was no denying that look in his eyes. He was falling in love with her. She viciously squelched the thought as quickly as it came up. No, she could deny it. And she would deny it. There’s no such thing as confident, intense love like that. Not for him, and most certainly *not* for her. “Spelling bees,” he was saying now, his voice far too low for such a flippant remark. “I always hated those.” He was still trying desperately, and failing miserably, to break the intimate mood. She met his gaze for the thousandth time that evening, the face only inches from hers, and her careful denial of true love fizzled. Oh god, she thought, feeling a sharp stab of panic, he’s going to kiss me. The panic sharpened as she realized that’s exactly what she wanted him to do. Would it be such a bad thing to let herself go, to let him hold her and feel his lips against hers? Would that be so wrong? And now she was entirely sure it couldn’t be, as her face was already cradled tenderly in his hands and his lips were- -smashed unceremoniously into the cheap carpeted walls as a deafening clap tore through the air. Well, she’d wanted someone to kill the mood, hadn’t she? “Uh,” she stuttered, trying to recover at least some composure after the startling change in atmosphere, “you’re squishing me.” The pressure enveloping her lessened instantly. Her protector’s voice came from behind her sounding half-frantic. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you all right?” Lois giggled, finally recognizing the absurdity of the situation. She’d only wanted to buy a gift for her little sister. Instead, after spending hours having an amazing conversation with a man who’d tried to kiss her, she’d found herself wrapped entirely in that man’s protection as he dodged the bullets whizzing past his head. And *he* was the one apologizing? Yup, just another day in the life of Lois Lane. “I’m just fine,” she said, surprised to find herself laughing good-naturedly. “But just what makes you thing that *you’ve* got the right to protect *me*?” “Well, I’m, uh, bigger than you, and - and there’s really no sense in putting both of us in danger.” “Oh.” There was something wrong with that logic, but Lois didn’t feel like sorting it out. “So,” he said, sounding for all the world like someone still having a leisurely conversation over Chinese take out. Just a Kansas farm boy, huh? “Are you shot at often?” Lois smiled, unable to resist her chance to tease him again. “And just what makes you so sure they’re not shooting at you?” He wasn’t so easily thrown off balance this time. “Oh, darn. I forgot. I never should have robbed that bank. Those Smallville cops will track to the ends of the earth. No, really, why *are* they shooting at you? “I’m a reporter,” Lois stated matter-of-factly. There was a beat of silence from his end of the conversation, broken only by the sound of yet another gunshot ripping through the air. “Uh huh,” he finally said. He paused for another beat and then asked brightly, “So, have you seen any good movies lately?” Lois responded by probably confusing the poor man half to death with a laugh and gentle elbow in the ribs. “Shh!” “Why shh?” came the whisper in her ear. “Because,” she whispered, doing her best to be insistent while her grin stretched from ear to ear, entirely with her permission. Since when did she have *fun* being shot at? “if our shooters can somehow hear anything at all over that racket, we want them to think that they’ve got us, mission accomplished, and go home.” “Oh, but you forget,” he said, managing to sound sly in a low whisper. “Those aren’t just the run-of-the-mill shooters out there. That’s the Smallville police force, not to fooled by such amateurish tactics as-” Lois cut him off with another good-natured elbow and a “Shh!” “Yes ma’am,” he whispered and obediently fell into silence. And promptly fell back out of it to ask, “Just how much ammunition do these people have?” “Shh!” “Is it even humanly possible to-” She laughed and said “Shh.” “Do they always-” Lois gave up her shushing, which wasn’t much fun anyway and announced, “If they’re after me, they do. Anyone after me is always relentless, illogical, or nuts. It’s some kind of curse.” He said simply “Ah,” and fell back into silence, apparently intending to stay there this time. He didn’t have to for long. With his silence came one last, lonely gunshot, a few muffled shouts, and then nothing. Lois waited a good thirty seconds, and then turned to face her unlikely hero. His arms were still wrapped protectively around her. She could get used to that, she reflected. She tilted her face to smile up at him, and was greeted by an adoring grin. Oh, she could definitely get used to this. “Well, sir,” she teased, playfully resting her hands on his shoulders, “you’ve just survived your first attack by the bad guys. Welcome to Metropolis. Now-” Later on, Clark realized there were probably other ways to handle what happened next. What exactly those ways were, he wasn’t sure, but there had to be something, anything, less obvious and, well, less idiotic, that he could have done. At the time, he was only conscious of a pang of horror as he realized the floor was literally falling out from beneath him and the desperate thought that he’d finally found the woman of his dreams and he would *not* lose her now. From there, his subconscious took over and he suddenly found himself soaring into the air with her held tightly in his arms. The woman of his dreams didn’t seem to realize exactly how romantic the situation was. Lois gasped as the elevator she’d been in a half a second before crashed to the ground dozens upon dozens of feet below and was demolished as it hit the concrete floor. Her shocked gaze lingered on the scattered wreckage and then shifted back to the dozens and dozens of feet of empty space. Very empty space. In fact, there was nothing at all between her and the ground. Absolutely nothing to stop her from plummeting to that ground. Nothing but... Lois suppressed a panicked shriek and instead snapped her head upwards to sputter, “You...how...you put me down!” He had the nerve to give her an irritating, smug grin. “Sorry. Can’t do that.” How dare he! When they were...when she was... “Oh, yes you can!” she screeched, not caring in the least bit how panicky she sounded. She had a right to be panicky. “You got us up here; you can get us down. So put me down!” He only smiled cheerfully and announced. “Sorry. Can’t. I’d be happy to, but” Lois stifled a gasp as she felt one of his hands leave her to motion to the empty space beneath him. “it’d be a long way down. Wait a second and-” “No, I will not wait!” she snapped, whatever cool she had left going out the window. “I don’t care who or what kind of thing you are. You get me down now!” Lois wanted desperately to steal back the words the second she’d said them. She’d always known exactly what to say to more than get her point across, and she’d certainly done it now. She wanted to frantically assure that he was not a “what” or a “thing”. Unique, intriguing, amazing, wonderful, yes, but never, *never* a thing. The stiffening of his once-playful hold told her it was too late, and the damage was done. Lois looked into his face in time to watch it crumble. His expression froze into a pale blankness, only his eyes betraying how badly she’d just hurt him. Then his eyes, too, iced over, hiding every trace of emotion and of the joyful man she’d known. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking a bit and then falling into awful, stiff formality. “I’ll have you down as soon as possible.” Lois watched numbly as they both glided down to the elevator door she’d walked through hours before. He effortlessly pried it open with one hand, set her on the solid ground of the dark, deserted food court, and then disappeared to the wreckage at the bottom of the shaft. She barely had enough time to wonder what he was doing before he reappeared, silently holding out her tattered purse. She stared into his unwavering gaze that seemed to be memorizing every detail about her for the last time, and tried to come up with the brilliant words to put things back where they were just five minutes before. So what if they guy could fly? He was also ridiculously wonderful and was looking at her right now as if she’d broken his heart. Her own heart broke as she realized she couldn’t bring herself to say a thing. Instead, she found herself reaching out mutely for her purse with only a murmured “Thank you.” For a second, neither of them moved. He only stared with that same wistful gaze, and Lois couldn’t bring herself to look away. Finally, he took a shaky breath and said softly, “Goodbye.” And suddenly he was gone; and Lois was left alone, staring into dark, empty space. She reached mechanically for her cell phone, but her fingers fell motionless over the speed-dial. What exactly was she planning on telling the police? “The elevator car I was in crashed down seven stories, but I’m okay. The flying man with me got us out in time.” Uh-huh. She didn’t need Perry to tell her that they wouldn’t even print that in the National Whisper, let alone use it for a police report. And if they did? The man was obviously keeping his unusual abilities secret for a reason. She could not betray him like that. And why not? she question herself. This was only a fascinating experience and nothing more. Logically, she knew that. Knew that she didn’t *need* anyone, especially not someone she barely knew. But logic didn’t have a thing to do with the tears welling up in her eyes as she dropped to the cold tiles. She thought that there, at least, no would hear her cry. Hovering just above the building, Clark Kent couldn’t block out the sound of her sobs, and his heart broke with every one of them. Fighting off every instinct in him, which told him to go to her, *now*, and never leave her again, he shot aimlessly off into the night sky to leave her behind forever. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:38:59 CDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jessi Mounts Subject: Between Floors 7 and 8 Part 3 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed ******* She hadn’t meant it. Couldn’t have. Never mind that he was in love with her. He understood other people. He knew how they thought, and he knew how to identify with them. That was one fact he’d always clung to. He’d given her more rapt attention than he’d given any human being in his life. He’d *know* if she could mean something that unfeeling. She couldn’t. And she wouldn’t stop thinking of him as a person just because he could fly! Would she? He found himself at the same place he’d started from a thousand times over and was forced to admit he didn’t know. Wherever she was concerned, he had no idea how to think clearly. Oh, he knew the sound of her laughter and would know it in his sleep. He knew exactly how her dark tendrils fell around her face and how her eyes came alive when she smiled. He knew every single word she’d said to him. Knew? He couldn’t forget any of it if tried; and if this morning and the endless night before were any indication, that wouldn’t ever change. She constantly invaded his thoughts, indiscriminately tossing out whatever practical matter he’d managed to keep her out of for, say, two minutes. He wouldn’t really have it any other way. He didn’t *want* to forget. He loved her. And as much as it scared him to admit it, he didn’t care if she’d meant it or not. He’d still love her anyway. He should leave Metropolis. His dramatic promise to leave her behind forever had only lasted the five minutes it took to realize he’d left her in an abandoned building with people who wanted her dead. Then he’d gone hurtling back to find the thugs making their escape and gloating over how well they’d done their job. Apparently, the job had been to scare the nosy reporter as much as possible before killing her, and they figured leaving her stranded for hours before shooting her and ultimately sending her crashing to a violent death had been a brilliant touch. He had never in life wanted to hurt someone more than he had at that moment. He hadn’t. He hadn’t even tried to stop them from leaving, since he wanted them away from her as quickly as possible. He had no doubt that she was more than capable of taking care of herself once they realized they’d failed, but he still couldn’t leave Metropolis. He tried to tell himself that it was only because he wanted to be there for her when they came after her again, but the truth was that was only half of it. Leaving would involve giving up any chance of seeing her again, and he couldn’t do that. But he should leave. Whisking someone into the air was never a good idea. He’d known that someone was a reporter, one who’d apparently risk anything for a story, if the bullet holes in his clothing were any indication. He’d whisked her into the air anyway, and that had been a worse idea. And, he admitted wearily, he’d do it again in a heartbeat. “Son, if you want this job, you’ve gotta come to the interview too.” The gruff voice jolted him rudely out of his thoughts. Clark struggled to get her out of his head for just a minute and focus on the reason he’d come to Metropolis in the first place, his interview with the Daily Planet’s editor-in-chief, Perry White. If he didn’t pull himself together, the decision of whether to remain in Metropolis would be made for him. If nothing else, he had to pay the rent. As the man regarded Clark intently, his look of irritation gave way to one of amusement. “You didn’t hear a thing I just said, did you?” Clark groaned inwardly and forced himself to smile apologetically. “No, I’m sorry, sir.” Mr. White afforded him a sympathetic smile and began again. “Now, son, I’m sure these are fascinating stories, but this is-” “All right, Chief, I fixed the horn on your golf car!” “Not now, Jimmy,” Mr. White didn’t bother to raise his voice at the young man throwing himself through the door. The tone of his growl said plenty. Jimmy didn’t get the message. “The tone’s still off.” The editor’s growl escalated to a roar as he shouted, “Jimmy, not now!” The scared-looking kid got it that time and hastily retreated through the open door. Clark wished he could follow his example. He’d heard enough of what Mr. White had said to know what was coming next. The man focused his attention back on Clark and shook his head. “The boy never learned to knock. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. Kent, you’ve gotta understand, this is the-” “Chief!” Clark leaped to his feet at the sound of the word. He would know that voice anywhere. That was her voice. Her voice! That did it. She really was driving him crazy. He found himself hopelessly frozen in place as the owner of the voice burst through the door and proved she was no dream. “I know there’s a story here, and we should have...this...guy...” She trailed off as her flashing eyes widened into shock, and her expression began to mirror Clark’s. What explosion would have come from the editor was diffused by the sight of his unshakable star reporter standing motionless in the doorway. “Uh, Lois, honey,” he began tentatively, “I’m really in the middle of this here.” If Lois heard a word of it, she gave no indication. Her eyes never left Clark’s. Thoroughly baffled, Perry tried a different tactic. “Uh, Lois Lane,” he said, feeling an introduction was somehow redundant at this point, “Clark Kent.” That, at least, she heard. The word “Clark” formed in a whisper on her lips, and then she went right back to gazing. Oh, well, this was getting ridiculous. He looked between Lois and the young man who appeared to have forgotten the world existed at all outside of Lois and tried his final course of action. “Lois,” he sighed, doing his best to sound exasperated, “can I help you with something, or are you just going to stand there and decorate my office?” Lois’s focus snapped abruptly back to Perry. “Yes, Perry. Yes, you can help. Can I borrow him for a second?” Perry chuckled and motioned to the door. “Be my guest. Just both of you get out of here.” No one was left to hear the tail of his sentence. The two were already well out the door. Outside, Clark watched fascinated while Lois’s eyes darted across the newsroom. She scanned the hectic sea of desks and glared at the occupied conference room. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as they landed on...no. She couldn’t be serious. She was. Motioning at Clark to follow, she strode purposefully off towards the elevator. As the doors sealed shut, and he found himself staring into the face of the woman he loved, he knew he should take the chance to do something. In the sleepless night before, he’d gone over and over again exactly what he’d say if he could find her again. “Lois Lane,” he’d say, and now her knew her name. Her name was Lois! “I have fallen in love with you. I know it’s crazy, and I keep trying to tell myself that, but nothing ever changes. I’m still in love with you and terrified at the thought of losing you. Please don’t be afraid of me. I’ll explain whatever I can. Just don’t be afraid of me.” And then, ideally, she’d declare her undying love in return. Or something like that. Well, he hadn’t worked out exactly what it was he was hoping she’d do, and now it didn’t matter. He discovered that any chance at all of forming coherent phrases had left him, leaving him with only a delirious grin. She was here; she was smiling; he knew her name; he had not lost her! And even if he’d had the presence of mind to make his grand speech, Lois began speaking soon enough to beat him to it. “Clark, she began, smiling almost shyly at the name before starting again. “Clark, I never meant to hurt you. I need you to believe that. But I felt something for you I didn’t understand and didn’t have any control over, and that scared me. I’m not very good at being scared. I wasn’t ready to be swept off me feet, and believe me, mister, you were doing a pretty good job of it. So really being swept into the air and dangling there was a bit more than I was ready to deal with.” She smiled again, and Clark tried desperately to kill the hope brought on by that smile. He didn’t really know where she was going with this, and he didn’t know how he’d survive thinking his world was finally in one piece, only to have it shatter again. “I have no idea how you did whatever it was you did,” she went on, “and we’re going to have a long talk about that sometime soon.” We. She said “we”. That had to be a good sign, didn’t it? “But what matters more to me than anything right now is that you understand I didn’t mean to hurt you. I couldn’t. And I’m not going to tell you I’m in love with you, because I just met you, and that kind of thing only happens in sappy love stories, right?” Without waiting for his opinion on that, she pressed on. “But I do know that if you walked out of my life right now, because I was too afraid to let you stay, I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself.” ‘And I can’t promise that I’m not going to panic sometimes and try to push you away again, but Clark, I want to try. So I guess the point is,” she took a deep breath and looked intently into his eyes, “do you?” She was asking him if he wanted to try? He had to be dreaming. Did he want to try? “Yes!” he said, surprising even himself at the intensity of his response. “Yes, of course I want to try! I-” He stopped himself at the last second from saying, “I love you,” and finished more softly with, “I don’t want to lose you.” Lois’s cautious smile widened into a broad grin. “Okay. Well, then, I’d say we pick up where we left off.” Clark eyed her warily. He could think of several places they’d left off, not all of them particularly pleasant. “And that would be...?” he asked carefully. If the mischievous glint in her eye didn’t tell him exactly where she intended to pick up, her comment and the actions that followed left no doubt. “Clark,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck as she raised her face very pleasantly close to his, “I thought you had a better memory than that.” And just in case she really had robbed the poor man of all thought process, she proceeded to demonstrate by- -jerking away as the elevator dinged cheerfully. To their dismay, the doors glided wide open to reveal the mercifully deserted lobby. That does it, Clark groaned inwardly. We’re cursed. There just isn’t any other explanation. Lois echoed his sentiments aloud. “No. Uh uh. No way. Not this time.” In one sweeping motion, she jabbed at some buttons, watched the doors seal securely shut, and then turned her arms and her attention back to Clark. “Now where were we?” “I think you were about to refresh my memory,” he prompted softly. “You know, I think I’ve just had a lapse in concentration. Care to help me out?” And not a thing, including crazed elevators or gunshot, could have kept Clark from very happily complying. ******* “Twenty bucks says she’s in there, ah, welcoming the new employee.” “Dylan, this *Lois* we’re talking about her. You know, Lois. As in everyone, especially rookies, are possible sources for her next brilliant story. Period.” “Don’t care. I saw that look.” “So did. And it said, ‘Ha! Now I’ve-” Jimmy broke off in midsentence as the elevator announced the arrival of the topics of conversation. He turned to see the two standing side-by-side, looking decidedly pleased with themselves, wearing wide grins and...lipstick? No way. He rubbed at his eyes in hopes that his obviously faulty vision would fix itself. Miraculously, it did. Sort of. When he ventured to look up again, Lois was marching purposefully off towards Perry’s office and the guy, entirely lipstick-free, looked pretty thrilled to be following. And he was sure his hearing couldn’t have been playing tricks as he heard her announce, “Chief, you just can’t brush this guy Kent off!” “Well,” a voice said over his shoulder, “I’d say you owe me twenty bucks.” Had it been anyone else, he would have paid up on the spot. Anyone else and, after one look at the way she looked at that guy, he would have had to agree that of course she was in love with him. But Lois? Lois Lane? His eyes were drawn to Chief’s office, where he could see her gesturing furiously. Was it possible that she...? Nah. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 20:46:49 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Genevieve Subject: Dawning, Revelations, and Baron Sunday MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'd meant to reply to Charlotte's post, but I told myself "no posting till the Income Taxes are finished!" And Kathy got there before me, and the only thing I can say to Kathy's post is "me too!" So I'm going to skip that one, and go to Debby's post. Debby wrote: > > I think the further I get in rereading, the less I'll have to change (except > maybe for the stray typo here and there), so never fear, this shouldn't > change... Debby, you can make all the changes to Dawning you want, but I've already printed it *all* out, and it's upstairs in *three* three-ring binders, and I'm not printing it out again. So I hope you don't make too many changes. It's part of my "go on vacation" fanfic, when the kids won't let me take the computer... Moving on to White, Whine Whine... > This wasn't the idea at first, but I never liked in the show, in WWW, I > believe > it was, that Martha and Jonathan had to suggest to CK that he simply *tell > Lois > the truth*. When I heard that on the show, I immediately thought: "but isn't > that what he's been trying to do, or at least thinking about it?" But no, the > idea was a completely new one to him... geesh... At least everyone watching at > the time agreed that Lois deserved to be told :) I had a whole different take on that scene. I suspect ever since Clark was 13, when he started becoming different, he had Jonathan and Martha constantly telling him, "Don't tell anyone! They'll dissect you like a frog." In WWW, He knew he had to tell Lois, but he didn't expect them to agree. Then when they *suggested* it, he was completely stunned. Imagine if your parents were to suggest you move in with your boyfriend. No matter how logical, or common-sense the decision is, you never really expected them to approve of it, let alone suggest it first. Charlotte said: > >And yes in my story the Baron isn't going to get off as the > >innocent he is supposed to be in the episode. > > I suspect you'll make him a character with complex motives, one we can have > some sympathy with, if only because you've presented us with information about > where and how he lived and what made him the man who got in trouble. Sunday is interesting because he was wronged first. (So was Bob, in BACALAC). Both of them had great wrongs done to them, and found no other recourse than to go around killing people. Sunday at least seemed to be targeting people who had harmed him, while Bob was more of a contract killer. But in both cases, I keep wondering...what are they thinking, how do they justify their life of crime to themselves. I had a strange thought about Baron Sunday, for all you Buffy fans out there... Baron Sunday changed himself into a snake to get away from the police. What if he's sort of like Amy, who turned herself into a rat to escape being burned at the stake? No one knows how to de-rat Amy; she's living in Buffy's dorm room in a cage with a nice exercise wheel. Maybe no one can de-rat Sunday, and he's still slithering around the city, eating mice... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Genevieve "Hypocrisy is a tribute that vice pays to virtue." Francois, Duc de La Rochefoucauld (1613-80) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:34:06 PDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "StarKitty :)" Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Congrats to mom and son! :) Tara >From: Kathy Brown >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) >Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:11:54 -0500 > >Horray! > >Erin Klingler had her baby! > >Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, >7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. > >He joins sister Alyssa (7), brother Tyler (5) and sister Jessica (2 >1/2). Erin says he has "a ton of dark hair!" and looks just like >Tyler did as a baby. :) > >If anyone wants the labor story, write me privately and I'll fill you in. > > >Oh, and for those of you who have written Erin recently and wondered >why she hasn't written you back ... her laptop has been in the shop >since Thursday and she hasn't checked email since then. It's >*supposed* to come back this week, however, so she'll be caught up >when she gets a chance. :) > >Kathy (who was so excited to get the message on the answering machine >this morning, and even more excited to get the full scoop this >evening. :)) >-- >______________________ >Kathy Brown >kathybrown91@home.com >kathyb@lcfanfic.com >KathyB on IRC >______________________ ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:42:04 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Yay, Erin!!!!! Welcome Trevor Ryan :) Can't wait to see you at a FoLCFest sometime... Melisma (excited under her rock... her cousin and his wife adopted a boy named Ryan, then had a baby named Trevor - small world, huh? :) At 10:11 PM 09/04/2000 -0500, you wrote: >Horray! > >Erin Klingler had her baby! > >Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, >7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. > >He joins sister Alyssa (7), brother Tyler (5) and sister Jessica (2 >1/2). Erin says he has "a ton of dark hair!" and looks just like >Tyler did as a baby. :) > >If anyone wants the labor story, write me privately and I'll fill you in. > >Oh, and for those of you who have written Erin recently and wondered >why she hasn't written you back ... her laptop has been in the shop >since Thursday and she hasn't checked email since then. It's >*supposed* to come back this week, however, so she'll be caught up >when she gets a chance. :) > >Kathy (who was so excited to get the message on the answering machine >this morning, and even more excited to get the full scoop this >evening. :)) >-- >______________________ >Kathy Brown >kathybrown91@home.com >kathyb@lcfanfic.com >KathyB on IRC >______________________ > > ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 23:14:05 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Welcome to Trevor Ryan MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Happy, happy news Erin. Congratulations to you and your family. Now you can play mixed doubles! Jude ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 02:23:23 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Re: Welcome to Trevor Ryan MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Congrats to Erin and her new arrival! Alexis ;-.) {who finds this news very refreshing especially after watching Fail Safe, OY!} "Lois, I just want you to meet a super guy." Lucy Lane, {Pilot, LnC} ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 06:35:37 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "C.C. Malo" Subject: Re: Welcome to Trevor Ryan MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wonderful news, Erin. My best wishes for you and Trevor Ryan and your whole family. A very exciting time for them. :) Carol ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 04:39:57 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: James Tull Subject: The unintentional Series of the IRC MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Does anyone have a list of the Unintentional Series done by the IRC? In Order? James ===== Mr. D8a - Colossians 3:2 - Set your minds on things above not on earthly things. Go to WWW.FREEWWWEB.COM for the best Free Internet access! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 08:01:03 -0400 Reply-To: Kath Roden Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kath Roden Subject: Re: The unintentional Series of the IRC MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: James Tull > Does anyone have a list of the Unintentional Series > done by the IRC? > > In Order? > > James James, you'll find them at Pam's site. Here's the URL... (Hi Pam! ) http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/rr_frame.html ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 09:03:17 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gerry Anklewicz Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Congratulations, Erin, Trevor Ryan and the rest of the family. Gerry ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 09:15:53 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: Re: The unintentional Series of the IRC Comments: To: Kath Roden MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > James, you'll find them at Pam's site. Here's the URL... (Hi Pam! ) > > http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/rr_frame.html > Well, you'll find most of them, anyway... I haven't updated that page in a while (bad Pam, bad!). But it's a good start. Thanks, Kath! :) -- --- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam "Why else do all the stories *end* when the Count's daughter gets married? Hasn't that ever struck you as a bit sinister? I mean, have you ever read a folk tale where the Princess's mother gets to do anything but die young? I've never been able to figure out if that's supposed to be a warning, or an instruction." --A Civil Campaign, by Lois McMaster Bujold. ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 08:26:07 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" The luxurious sofa and lavish room shimmered, then solidified again. Lois, in the middle of a sip of epresso, stiffened. "Oh, *no*," she groaned. "Is the pause button off again?" Clark lowered his glasses and peered upwards. "No, we're okay," he said with relief. "I can see just fine. If the pause button *was* off, I wouldn't have my powers, and the whole room would have morphed back into the cave, anyway." He slanted a look of concern in her direction. "Your leg hasn't started hurting again, has it?" "No." Lois rubbed her thigh gingerly. "I'm not looking forward to it, though. I hope that pause button stays on for a *long* time!" "Yes, well, this is a little more comfortable," Clark agreed with a wry grin. "But still, we can trust Erin. She'll put us back together." "Eventually," Lois said darkly. "At least she's giving us long breaks in between scenes." "That's true. And she's always come through for us in the past." Relaxing a little, Lois took another sip, savoring the sweet, hot taste of chocolate. Then she sat up and frowned. "Wait a minute. If we're still on pause, why did the room shimmer like that?" "Hm." Clark tipped his head up again and peered upwards, this time for longer. Then he slowly smiled. "Well, I'll be!" "What? What is it?" "Erin just had her baby!" "She did!" Lois set down her cup and smiled, pleased. "Well, it was about time! The Kerths didn't do their usual inducing job, poor woman. Is she okay?" Clark concentrated. "Yep, she's fine... and the baby is too. It's a boy -- a cute one -- I'd say twenty and a half inches long. Nice size. Lots of dark hair... Hey, he's almost as good-looking as me." He pretended to wince as Lois elbowed him in the ribs. "Behave yourself, flyboy. How much does he weigh?" "Hold on, I'll zero in on the chart." After another minute's study, Clark pushed his glasses back into place and grinned at Lois. "Seven pounds, seven ounces. And his name is Trevor Ryan." "Oh, that's a nice name." Lois lifted her epresso in a toast. "To Erin and Trevor Ryan!" "To Erin and Trevor," Clark agreed. "And our very best wishes!" ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 06:31:19 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: Between Floors 7 and 8 Part 1 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Jessi, I really enjoyed this story when you posted it on the boards and I enjoyed rereading it here on the list. I have to say that you did a fantastic job of reworking it to address the concerns that were raised on the boards. Bravo and well done. Irene ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 09:31:44 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Annette Ciotola Subject: Re: The unintentional Series of the IRC MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/10/00 7:40:10 AM Eastern Daylight Time, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes: << Does anyone have a list of the Unintentional Series done by the IRC? In Order? >> You'll also find a complete list, in order, at the PG side of the Nfic Archive. (for URL see the sig below.) Anne ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Nfic Archive http://move.to/nfic My Lois & Clark Web Site http://fly.to/superman.net "If something looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and talks like a duck ... chances are pretty good it is a duck." -- LL, SVFAP ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 09:21:41 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Marnie Rowe Subject: Congrats Erin MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Erin, congradulations on having your baby and I hope that you feel better soon, having a baby is like going thru the wringer, and isn't that what all artists need to have great creative bouts? Hi there Ryan .. Marnie ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 06:33:32 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Wow, Erin! It's not everyone that has Lois and Clark congratulating them about the birth of a baby! Hazel, this was adorable. Irene --- Hazel wrote: > The luxurious sofa and lavish room shimmered, then > solidified again. Lois, > in the middle of a sip of epresso, stiffened. > > "Oh, *no*," she groaned. "Is the pause button off > again?" > > Clark lowered his glasses and peered upwards. "No, > we're okay," he said > with relief. "I can see just fine. If the pause > button *was* off, I > wouldn't have my powers, and the whole room would > have morphed back into > the cave, anyway." He slanted a look of concern in > her direction. "Your leg > hasn't started hurting again, has it?" > > "No." Lois rubbed her thigh gingerly. "I'm not > looking forward to it, > though. I hope that pause button stays on for a > *long* time!" > > "Yes, well, this is a little more comfortable," > Clark agreed with a wry > grin. "But still, we can trust Erin. She'll put us > back together." > > "Eventually," Lois said darkly. > > "At least she's giving us long breaks in between > scenes." > > "That's true. And she's always come through for us > in the past." Relaxing a > little, Lois took another sip, savoring the sweet, > hot taste of chocolate. > Then she sat up and frowned. "Wait a minute. If > we're still on pause, why > did the room shimmer like that?" > > "Hm." Clark tipped his head up again and peered > upwards, this time for > longer. Then he slowly smiled. "Well, I'll be!" > > "What? What is it?" > > "Erin just had her baby!" > > "She did!" Lois set down her cup and smiled, > pleased. "Well, it was about > time! The Kerths didn't do their usual inducing job, > poor woman. Is she okay?" > > Clark concentrated. "Yep, she's fine... and the baby > is too. It's a boy -- > a cute one -- I'd say twenty and a half inches long. > Nice size. Lots of > dark hair... Hey, he's almost as good-looking as > me." He pretended to wince > as Lois elbowed him in the ribs. > > "Behave yourself, flyboy. How much does he weigh?" > > "Hold on, I'll zero in on the chart." After another > minute's study, Clark > pushed his glasses back into place and grinned at > Lois. "Seven pounds, > seven ounces. And his name is Trevor Ryan." > > "Oh, that's a nice name." Lois lifted her epresso in > a toast. "To Erin and > Trevor Ryan!" > > "To Erin and Trevor," Clark agreed. "And our very > best wishes!" > ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 09:25:53 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Marnie Rowe Subject: oooops MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I meant Trevor Ryan... my memory for names is atrocious and I guess that I just proved it :blush Marnie ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 06:44:35 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Welcome to the newest FoLC. Congratulations, Erin and family. Nan Kathy Brown wrote: > Horray! > > Erin Klingler had her baby! > > Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, > 7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. > > He joins sister Alyssa (7), brother Tyler (5) and sister Jessica (2 > 1/2). Erin says he has "a ton of dark hair!" and looks just like > Tyler did as a baby. :) > > If anyone wants the labor story, write me privately and I'll fill you in. > > Oh, and for those of you who have written Erin recently and wondered > why she hasn't written you back ... her laptop has been in the shop > since Thursday and she hasn't checked email since then. It's > *supposed* to come back this week, however, so she'll be caught up > when she gets a chance. :) > > Kathy (who was so excited to get the message on the answering machine > this morning, and even more excited to get the full scoop this > evening. :)) > -- > ______________________ > Kathy Brown > kathybrown91@home.com > kathyb@lcfanfic.com > KathyB on IRC > ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 09:48:25 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lanna Torra Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wow! That was great! Please write more, I loved it! ~Lanna ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 08:57:11 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) LOL Hazel!! This was terrific! s p o i l e r s p a c e > If the pause button *was* off, I > wouldn't have my powers, and the whole room would have morphed back into > the cave, anyway." He slanted a look of concern in her direction. "Your leg > hasn't started hurting again, has it?" Oh yeah, talk about dropping hints when the poor woman's not in a position to defend herself! > "Yes, well, this is a little more comfortable," Clark agreed with a wry > grin. "But still, we can trust Erin. She'll put us back together." > > "Eventually," Lois said darkly. ...we hope! > "Erin just had her baby!" > > "She did!" Lois set down her cup and smiled, pleased. "Well, it was about > time! The Kerths didn't do their usual inducing job, poor woman. Is she okay?" Well, who knows? It's only a couple of weeks after the Kerths, after all! And the 'inducement' factor was shared between Erin and Kara this time > "Oh, that's a nice name." Lois lifted her epresso in a toast. "To Erin and > Trevor Ryan!" > > "To Erin and Trevor," Clark agreed. "And our very best wishes!" And mine too!! Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 09:36:27 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Amy Lauters Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > "Oh, that's a nice name." Lois lifted her epresso in a toast. "To Erin and > Trevor Ryan!" > > "To Erin and Trevor," Clark agreed. "And our very best wishes!" Oh, Hazel, this was great. Fitting, too. Let me add my congratulations to everyone else's, Erin and Trevor! Amy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 07:55:27 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Part 9 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Vanishing Act Part 9 by Nan Smith Clark was worried. Lois shifted against him and for the fourth time in thirty-five minutes he felt the muscles of her abdomen contract. Each time, the interval between the contractions had been less, but she made no complaint. He glanced at his watch. The grad students should be getting here soon. He wished he could have gotten them out of here sooner, particularly for Lois's sake, but the thought had occurred to him that the group might have some sort of passwords or ritual to follow as a safety measure. If the trio called again before they arrived, he wanted nothing to prevent his capture of the three men, or--particularly--his rescue of the last girl. He certainly hadn't planned it like this but Ralph's blundering had forced his hand, so this was the way he was going to have to play it out. Silently, he scanned the area with his better-than-human vision until he found what he was looking for--the circuit-breaker panel on the opposite wall of the huge, half-empty structure, which controlled the flow of electric power delivered to the warehouse. He felt, rather than heard Lois exhale suddenly and turned to see the perspiration standing out on her forehead. "Lois?" "I'm...okay," she breathed. "You're in labor," he whispered in sudden realization. "How long?" "Under an hour. I'm okay," she repeated in a whisper. "Brookes and the others will be here soon. I can last." Clark quelled the knot of panic that tried to surface. It was their first baby and it had been less than an hour. They had some time, but he had to end this thing as soon as possible when the three arrived with their captive. Lowering his glasses, he focussed a narrow beam of laser vision on the lock. Lucy was regarding her sister, and her expression told Clark she had realized what was in progress. He leaned toward his wife. "Lois, give me your shoe." Lois obeyed without question. Lucy gave him an odd look and Ralph whispered, "For God's sake, Kent! Now's not the time to develop a foot fetish!" Clark ignored him. His super-hearing had detected the approach of footsteps. There were three knocks on the door, then two more. Eddie rose quickly to his feet and hurried to the door to open it. As he fumbled with the lock, Lois gave a faint whimper. Clark glanced quickly at her to see her biting her lip, eyes closed. Suddenly, she gasped. "Clark, I ...I think my water just broke!" The door of the warehouse opened. A young woman, bound and gagged, was pushed, struggling, through the aperture, followed by the three grad students. "Hang on, Lois," Clark whispered. "I'm going to get you out of this." He gave her hand a firm squeeze, rose to his feet and strode to the door. With a single motion, he cocked his arm and hurled the shoe directly between the cage bars, straight across the room. It struck the breaker panel with a shower of sparks. The lights went out and the building was plunged into darkness. ****************** Lois heard a startled scream from Lucy and a yell of panic from Ralph. Sandwiched in between them and the shouts from the five men outside the cage, she heard the clang of the cage door being thrown open. Clark was in action, she thought gratefully, then turned her attention to dealing with the contraction that was gripping her more strongly every second. This one was *much* worse than the previous ones. The thought crossed her mind for a split second, and then fled as she gave a small cry of pain. She felt a hand grasp hers. "Squeeze if you want to," her sister's voice said. "You can do it, Lois." Somehow Lucy's voice helped her regain some control. She took a deep breath and began the breathing pattern she had learned in childbirth classes. Lucy's voice encouraged her; it vaguely surprised her that her sister could take over this way; in earlier times it had always been Lois in control of the situation and Lucy who followed. The cage quivered; she thought the heavy, retreating footsteps belonged to Ralph, but she didn't really care. The contraction was beginning to ease; somewhere in the background, almost as if it was in a different reality, she heard crashes and suddenly the sound of several gunshots and yells of both pain and panic. It didn't concern her as she dealt with the more immediate problem. Slowly, the pain receded. She took another, deeper breath and opened her eyes. It was still pitch dark, but the racket had quieted. Lucy's voice said into the sudden silence, "Is it over?" Lois wasn't sure what she was referring to, the contraction or the fight. "What?" "Can you move? We need to get out of..." "Lois, are you all right?" Clark's voice said out of the darkness, and the beam of a penlight flashed over them. "What happened?" Lucy asked. Clark's hand slipped into Lois's for a moment. "It's all over. I'm going to call the police and the paramedics, then we can get you to the hospital." She could see his face dimly in the darkness as he turned to her sister. "Stay with her, Lucy. I'll be back in a few minutes. I've got to stop Ralph from bleeding all over the place, too." He sounded remarkably unsympathetic, for Clark. "Don't worry, he'll be fine." Lois felt him squeeze her hand again, then he was gone. To her dismay, she felt the next contraction beginning to build. It figured, she thought. Lane and Kent never did anything the easy way... "Breathe, Lois," she heard Lucy say, and gave a strained half-chuckle. "What do *you* know about it?" "Just breathe," Lucy reiterated. "I coached a friend of mine through this, last year. I can at least substitute until Clark gets back." ****************** "Where are the paramedics?" Lucy was saying fifteen minutes later. "And the police?" Clark wasn't paying much attention to his sister-in-law and the other three young women by this time. Lois's hand was squeezing his hard enough to cut off the circulation for an ordinary man. "Breathe," he repeated for about the hundredth time. "Come on, honey, breathe!" He lifted his head at the sound of a distant siren. "They'll be here in a few minutes." It was a good thing, too, he thought. If he had dared to try to fly Lois to the hospital he would have, but her labor was going fast. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the baby was half-Kryptonian, he reflected abstractedly. Or maybe it was simply one of the many different ways a labor could go. In any case, he didn't quite have the courage to try to carry his wife any distance through the air right now unless it was a case of direst emergency. If it came right down to it, he could deliver the baby. It wasn't as if Superman hadn't done it before, and in far more primitive conditions than this. Only, none of those others had been Lois and *their* baby. Slowly her death-grip on his hand relaxed. "Clark, " she panted, still trying to regain her breath. "I don't think they're going to make it in time." Almost at once she tensed as another contraction started to build and she began to pant. He sneaked a quick peek over his glasses and gulped. She was right. First baby or not, if the paramedics didn't get here pretty soon, it looked as if he was going to have to do the honors. The baby's head was beginning to descend, in spite of Lois's valiant efforts not to help it along. She grabbed his hand and began to squeeze. "I hear a siren!" one of the other women said. Clark could hear it, too, but at the moment his attention was centered on his wife. He had expected her to yell at him sometime during the process. He knew many women swore at their husbands in the later stages of labor; they had been warned to expect it by the childbirth instructor, but, like everything else she did, Lois was focussing completely on what she was trying to accomplish. A few moments later he was barely aware of the commotion as one of the former captives let the police in, until a bright light flooded over him and a familiar voice said, "Can you use some help, Kent?" Clark glanced up. William Henderson stood there, carefully training his flashlight on the floor between them. The Inspector turned to the young officer peering over his shoulder. "Evans, go get the first aid kit out of your squad car. And hurry!" "Thanks, Inspector," Clark said. "Lois, try to rest between the contractions. I think we're almost there." "You know how to do this?" Henderson asked. "Yeah," Clark said. "Any chance of the paramedics getting here in time?" "About another fifteen minutes," Henderson said. "There's a jam-up on the parkway. A tour bus sideswiped a pickup. We're trying to clear a lane, but..." He broke off, seeming to realize that Clark wasn't really listening. "Need some light?" "Yeah, thanks." Clark didn't glance around. "Did you hear that, Lois?" She tensed as another contraction started to build. "Yeah!" she gasped. "It looks like we're going to have to do this ourselves. Lucy, can you hold the light?" "Sure." Lucy's voice sounded scared, but determined. The young officer was back with the first aid kit. He set it down on a neighboring cot and opened it. "Thanks, officer," Clark said, absently. "All right, Lois, on the next contraction, let's have a push..." ******************* "You did a good job, Mr. Kent," the paramedic was saying half an hour later as Lois and the newest Kent were being wheeled carefully through the rear door of the warehouse toward the waiting ambulance. "Maybe you should have been a paramedic." Clark chuckled. "I think I'll stick to reporting, thanks." He bent over his wife. "I'll meet you at the hospital, honey. There's something I have to do." "I'll see you in half an hour," she whispered. Clark kissed her gently, watching her eyes close. She was exhausted, he knew, but his respect for her had never been higher than it was at this moment. He waited as she was loaded into the ambulance, and a moment later the vehicle pulled away, lights flashing. Henderson was beside him when he turned. "Congratulations, Clark." "Thanks, Bill." He felt himself beginning to grin. "Do you need me for anything else?" "Not really. I think we've got most of the story. There is one thing--" "Yes?" "How do you and Lane manage to get into situations like this?" Clark shook his head and shrugged. "Inspector, if I ever find out, you'll be the first to know." ******************* Coming slowly awake, the first thing Lois noticed before she even opened her eyes was that she was sleeping on her back. Slowly, she moved her hand to feel her abdomen. It was flat; she hadn't dreamed it, then. She and Clark had found Lucy, and Clark had helped to deliver their baby. Her hand was taken in a large, warm masculine one, and Clark's voice said, "Hi, honey." She opened her eyes. He was smiling down at her with an expression in his own that made a lump form in her throat. He cupped her face with his other hand. "Do you know how much I love you?" he said. She cleared her throat. "Almost as much as I love you," she said. "Almost?" "Well, *as* much, then." "That's better." Correctly interpreting her glance around the room, he smiled. "I called Dr. Klein. He's doing the physical exam right now to be sure everything's okay, but he didn't look worried." She smiled. "That's a relief, after the way it turned out. What happened to Lucy, by the way?" He let go of her hand and seated himself in the chair next to her bed. "She and the other women went back to the station with Inspector Henderson. She said to tell you she'll be by later to see you, with our moms and your dad. She's handling it pretty well." "Were they all right? The other ones?" He nodded. "Yeah. Tired, shaken up and in need of baths, but they weren't physically hurt," he said. "I'm glad of that." She hunted around to find the button that raised the head of her bed. "So what happened after I left? I want to know the rest of the story!" Clark's smile widened. "Now I know you're feeling okay," he said. "You bet I am! Why don't you fill me in on everything? I really didn't get to see much of the end, you know." "Yes, I *did* notice you were otherwise occupied," he said. "Where shall I start?" "What happened after you put out the lights?" Clark lowered his voice. "After the lights went out, I knocked them all out. I could see well enough in the dark and they couldn't. But I was careful to move at close to normal speed, just in case." "I heard gunshots, or I think I did." "Yeah. A couple of them panicked and started shooting. That's when Ralph got shot." "Ralph got *shot*?" "Yeah. He'll be okay, though." "Darn," Lois said. "Why?" "If someone shot him, then I won't be able to kill him," she explained. "At least until he gets well." Clark chuckled. "I wouldn't worry. He's not likely to forget what happened for quite awhile. At least when he tries to sit down." "You're kidding!" "Nope." Lois giggled. "And then?" "After that I tied them all up with their own belts, and after I checked on you I patched Ralph up, phoned 911, and went back to help you. After you left in the ambulance, I made one little side trip, then came right here. You were asleep, so I phoned Dad--I'm going to pick him up later this evening--and then Mom to let her know what had happened, and Perry. I'll get to the rest of our friends after I get home." "So the case is all tied up in a package?' she asked. "How about that ship that was waiting for the ‘delivery'?" Clark chuckled. "Funny thing about that. Somehow, it strayed inside the three mile limit and the Coast Guard just happened to be waiting for them and picked them up. It must have been a freak ocean current or something." "I think that ocean current might have had a little ‘super' help," Lois said. "Did they find anything incriminating?" "Quite a bit, actually," Clark told her. "We'll know more by tomorrow." "I hope so. You can bet Caribbean Imports is going to claim they knew nothing about it, again." "Naturally." Clark nodded his agreement. "But we know differently. Superman overheard Jeffers talking about it, and Jeffers is an officer of the company. After you get back from maternity leave, we're going to have a lot of investigating to do." "It can't wait for that," Lois said. "You've got to start on it right away. Jimmy can help, and so can I, from home. There's still the other missing girls, and..." "We will," Clark said, "but you can at least take the night off." She lay back against the pillow and gave a little laugh. "You're right. I just don't want them to get away with it again." "If we have anything to say about it, they won't," Clark said. "But right now, I think we've got visitors." On cue, there was a knock on the door. Perry White, carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand and with a wide grin on his face, stood in the doorway. Behind him, Jimmy was holding the most enormous stuffed bear Lois had ever seen. "Hi, Chief," Clark said. "Come on in." "Where's the newest Kent?" Perry asked. "Here, honey, these are for you." Lois took the flowers and sniffed. "Chief, they're beautiful!" "From Alice, Jimmy and me," Perry said. "The baby's next door," Clark told him. "As soon as the doctor finishes, you'll get to meet--" He stopped and grinned. "Aw, come on, CK," Jimmy said. He turned to Lois. "He told us you'd had the baby, but he wouldn't tell us what it was!" "Clark!" Lois said. Clark laughed out loud. "You'll find out in a minute, Jim," he said. He nodded toward the door. "The doctor must be done. Here comes the nurse, now." Perry and Jimmy turned as a young woman in a pink uniform wheeled a transparent bassinet into the room. She checked the band on Lois's wrist against the one on the baby's ankle and smiled. "Here you are, Mrs. Kent." "Thank you," Lois said. "Do you need any help?" she asked. "If I do, I'll ask," Lois told her. "All right, then." She glanced at Clark. "You must be Mr. Kent. The story of how you delivered the baby is all over the hospital. You're a celebrity!" Clark smiled at her. "I just did what I had to." "Well, we all think it was wonderful. Congratulations to both of you." She smiled at Lois. "This one's a keeper, honey. Hang onto him." "Thanks," Lois said. "I plan to." "You delivered the baby?" Jimmy asked incredulously, as the woman departed. "I'll tell you about it later, Jim," Clark said. He reached forward to lift the small, drowsy bundle out of the bassinet and place it in its mother's arms. "Perry and Jimmy, say hello to Marta Elaine Kent." ******************** "I don't know what we're going to do with all these flowers," Lois said. She was carefully dressing their new daughter in preparation for going home. Clark could see what she meant. The room was decked in flower arrangements reminiscent of the Daily Planet the day after she'd made her debut as Ultra Woman. Idly, he picked up one of the accompanying cards. "Mayor Thompkins. That was nice of him." "Yeah. Henderson and his guys sent one, too." "Which one?" "The daisies and whatever--over there by the one from the President." Clark raised his eyebrows. "President Garner?" Curious, he began checking the names. "Huh! LNN...the Herald...the Star? Here's the one from the Planet, of course...the Governor...the District Attorney...I guess this one wants to stay on your good side. Mom and Dad, your parents...Lucy, Anita, Tanya and Maria?" "Can you believe it? It arrived this morning. It was really sweet of them." "Yes, it was. Let's see...The Tanzanikan Embassy?" He opened the card bearing the crest of the Royal House of Tanzanika. "How about that! Signed by Bobbo and his new bride." "Yes. That arrived this morning, along with a telegram of congratulations. And Bobbo's hinting strongly that he wants to apply for position of godfather to Marta." He raised his brows. "Well, I don't mind. Do you?" "It won't make her some kind of royalty or something, will it?" Clark grinned. "I don't think so." "Good. One in the family is plenty, My Lord Kal-El." "Don't remind me." He glanced around the room. "Do you want to keep all these?" "Only the ones from our parents, the girls, Perry and Bobbo. Don't lose the cards, though." "I won't. I've got an idea." He swept around the room, collecting the flower arrangements, vanished and returned within seconds. "There, all done." He handed her a neat stack of cards. "What did you do with them?" "I gave them to the volunteers to distribute to patients without any. Be right back." In a flash, he and the rest of the flowers vanished, then he reappeared. "All set." "I knew there were advantages being married to you," she said. "I think I'll keep you around for awhile." He smiled. "I hope so." The smile faded and he came to stand by her, looking down at his new daughter. "You know, this is a day I'd never have believed possible less than a year ago." He reached out to stroke the fine, dark hair on the baby's head with one large finger. "She's beautiful. Almost as beautiful as her mother." "She has your eyes," Lois said. "And your nose," he countered. "And if she's anything like you, she'll run her big brother ragged." "It'll keep him on his toes," Lois said. "Just give her a year." Clark grinned. "Or less." He glanced around the room one last time. "I think we've got everything. Let me take your bag to the car and I'll let them know we're ready to leave. You're all checked out and the bill's paid. I can't wait to get the two of you home." (to be continued in epilogue) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 07:57:56 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Epilogue MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Vanishing Act Epilogue by Nan Smith Epilogue Jeremiah P. Jeffers sat in his office, glaring at his computer screen. He hadn't read the information displayed there for his edification; in fact, he had the strong urge to take the large, crystal paperweight resting on the corner of his desk and hurl it through that same monitor screen. He had just finished a very uncomfortable interview with two expressionlessly courteous government officials. The men had asked a great many awkward questions about the connection of the company with a certain cargo ship which had been apprehended by the Coast Guard two and a half miles off of Hobbs Bay, and about the presence of five female captives aboard the ship, young women reported missing from the institutions of higher learning which they attended, as well as the four found in the warehouse belonging to Caribbean Imports on Pier Twenty-four, here in Metropolis, by the reporting team of Lane and Kent. He glared at the headlines that shouted at him from the front page of the Daily Planet which lay on the desk's polished surface, and at the byline of Lane and Kent. The articles below those headlines reported in great detail the series of disappearances of young women from NTSU and the capture last night of the kidnappers; two of the five were also charged with the attempted murder of a police detective who was recovering from her stab wound at a local hospital. Extensive international investigations were being launched in connection with the cargo ship, Caribbean Lady, and a possible connection was being considered with a reported white slavery ring operating in several foreign countries... Jeffers picked up the newspaper and hurled it across the room. Lane and Kent had interfered with the operations of his company before, and damaged his record of success with his superiors, but this was the final straw. They had crossed an invisible line this time. They would have to be dealt with. Jeffers picked up the telephone on his desk and dialed an outside line. On the third ring, someone picked it up. "This is Jeffers," he began. "Sir, we need to address an ongoing business problem..." The End ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 10:04:19 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: James Tull Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) >Erin Klingler had her baby! > >Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, >7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. Congrats! ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 10:10:53 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Amy Lauters Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Epilogue MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Nan, you certainly don't disappoint. This was great. S P O I L E R S p A C E It figures Lois would give birth in the middle of hostage situation. Just another day for Lane and Kent, eh? I also liked Lucy demonstrating some Lane strength, too; I've always suspected there's more to that character than most anybody ever lets on. You have a way of letting me see everything that's going on, and yet not get bogged down in passive description. It's nice to see stories that have a strong A-Plot; you've earned the nickname I think I saw before, "THe Queen of the A-Plot". I like good WAFFY stuff as much as the next person, but I particularly like having a good plot to weave it around. I've been eagerly looking for installments of this all week, and I really enjoyed this story. Good work, Nan! Amy ----- Original Message ----- From: Nancy Smith To: Sent: Monday, April 10, 2000 7:57 AM Subject: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Epilogue > Vanishing Act Epilogue > by Nan Smith > > Epilogue > > > Jeremiah P. Jeffers sat in his office, glaring at his computer screen. > He hadn't read the information displayed there for his edification; in > fact, he had the strong urge to take the large, crystal paperweight > resting on the corner of his desk and hurl it through that same monitor > screen. > > He had just finished a very uncomfortable interview with two > expressionlessly courteous government officials. The men had asked a > great many awkward questions about the connection of the company with a > certain cargo ship which had been apprehended by the Coast Guard two and > a half miles off of Hobbs Bay, and about the presence of five female > captives aboard the ship, young women reported missing from the > institutions of higher learning which they attended, as well as the four > found in the warehouse belonging to Caribbean Imports on Pier > Twenty-four, here in Metropolis, by the reporting team of Lane and Kent. > > He glared at the headlines that shouted at him from the front page of > the Daily Planet which lay on the desk's polished surface, and at the > byline of Lane and Kent. The articles below those headlines reported in > great detail the series of disappearances of young women from NTSU and > the capture last night of the kidnappers; two of the five were also > charged with the attempted murder of a police detective who was > recovering from her stab wound at a local hospital. Extensive > international investigations were being launched in connection with the > cargo ship, Caribbean Lady, and a possible connection was being > considered with a reported white slavery ring operating in several > foreign countries... > > Jeffers picked up the newspaper and hurled it across the room. > > Lane and Kent had interfered with the operations of his company before, > and damaged his record of success with his superiors, but this was the > final straw. They had crossed an invisible line this time. They would > have to be dealt with. > > Jeffers picked up the telephone on his desk and dialed an outside line. > On the third ring, someone picked it up. > > "This is Jeffers," he began. "Sir, we need to address an ongoing > business problem..." > > > > The End > ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 08:16:56 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Epilogue MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks, Amy. Glad you liked it! Nan > ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 08:50:21 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Re: Hazel's welcome to Trevor Ryan MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hazel, you are one of the most wonderfully creative people I know. Your 'birthday' card to Trevor Ryan was delightful. What a great entry for the first page in the baby book! Jude ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 12:45:36 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Laurie Dunn Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Epilogue MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Great job, Nan. You had us on the edge of our seats again! Many thanks. LaurieD ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 13:08:07 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: Re: Between Floors 7 and 8 Part 1 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Jessi, This is great... a very fun story, and I like the polishing touches you've added -- excellent bits that clarify, but blend in seamlessly. Good job! :) So, what are you writing next, and when do we get to see it? -- --- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam "Why else do all the stories *end* when the Count's daughter gets married? Hasn't that ever struck you as a bit sinister? I mean, have you ever read a folk tale where the Princess's mother gets to do anything but die young? I've never been able to figure out if that's supposed to be a warning, or an instruction." --A Civil Campaign, by Lois McMaster Bujold. ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 17:59:44 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi guys! At last I have five minutes to reply to this; I certainly didn't expect that my Part 1 would receive anything like this response! Thank you very much to all who replied. :) Rose, yeah, as a number of people have commented, I am sort of addicted to the possibilities which TOGOM gives us as writers. And you did a great job yourself with a very original approach to that scenario earlier this year - great to see it on the Archive now. As for those who've been (very flatteringly) begging for the next instalment, PATIENCE! I haven't even finished this story! In fact, I only started writing it yesterday! Anne wrote: "I have a feeling that Wendy finishes most of her stories before part 1 ever sees the light of day, or mailing lists and message boards." - um... not in this case! I will try to get Part 2 posted later tonight, but you might just have to wait for Part 3! Oh, and to clarify: >>>Well, Wendy teaches at a university. Can't professors just cancel class if they have something else to do?:)<<< (I'm not a professor - over here, only the real head honchos are professors ); we *are* in vacation, but why does no-one believe me when I point out that there is still mountains of work to do?! But thank you; it's really gratifying to hear that people want more of this. I'll try to oblige. ;) Wendy (who just wonders where people get the idea that she loves angst and putting her characters through the wringer? ;)) -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 10:29:47 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Fanfic recommendation Comments: cc: kathken@mailcity.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii I was delighted to find a sequel to 'My Adventures with Superman' on the archive yesterday. I just finished reading '48 Hours Without a Superman' and I have to say that I laughed so hard, I scared my dog! This story is just as brilliant as MAWS was and just as funny. Funnier in fact. I am definitely putting this is my folder for next year's Kerths! Irene ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 13:30:23 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Francisco Hernandez Subject: Unfinished Business Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey Everyone, I rarely write to the list and I have had this topic on my m\ind for a while now but does anyone ever wonder about the subjects that were left unexplained or unfinished. Like whatever happened to Baron Sunday cause they never did catch him. And what about Mindy Church? What did she do with ther self. Or what happened to Cat? Why did she up and leave the Planet? Oh what happened to those kids from the street, I forget their names. T he guy who was accused by Lex Luthor of blowing up the planet. There are a couple of story lies that were left kind of up in the air and they never came back. What do you all think? Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 13:35:34 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Fanfic recommendation MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I agree, Irene. I was ROFL when I read that one!! mols ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 19:02:07 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: New Story: Shattered Illusions - Part 2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Story title: Shattered Illusions Author: Wendy Richards Part: 2/? Rating: PG Description: Set during Season 2 ----------------------------------------- Clark flew down the stairs, his feet not touching the risers, when he saw Lois fall, catching her before she tumbled to the floor. His brain was awhirl; he had no idea what she was doing in his parents' house and he couldn't imagine how he was going to explain his own presence there to her. But he couldn't allow her to hurt herself, and anyway, the shocked, disbelieving look which had been on her face as she'd cried out his name had pierced him to the core. He couldn't just walk away. When his father had gone to answer the knock at the door, Clark had assumed that it was one of their neighbours, perhaps Wayne Irig come to borrow some item of farm equipment. Knowing that his supposed death the previous night would soon be common knowledge, he had hurried upstairs and immediately launched himself into the sky via his bedroom window. On his return just now, he had immediately X-rayed down to the lower floor; on seeing the living-room empty and his parents on their own in the kitchen, he'd assumed that their visitor had left. But it seemed he'd been wrong; from Lois's location, it looked as if she'd been in the downstairs bathroom. He grimaced; that was one room he *hadn't* thought to check for occupants, not that he would as a rule invade someone's privacy like that. He swung Lois up into his arms and carried her across into the living-room, lying her down tenderly on the sofa and propping a couple of cushions behind her head. He gazed down at her, concerned; the sight of her ghostly-white face staring up at him from the foot of the stairs before she'd passed out had seriously shaken him. She was still very pale, though his sharp eyes noticed the swelling and redness around her eyes. Lois had been crying... over him? The realisation stabbed at him, a piercing pain in his heart. A sudden rush of guilt flooded over him as he realised that he'd barely thought of Lois since being pushed out of the gangsters' car the night before. His only thoughts had been, initially, of protecting his secret, which had meant he'd had to play dead, and later, of brooding on all he'd lost. Clark Kent was dead, which meant that he'd lost everything: his life in Metropolis, the job he'd enjoyed so much, his friends... and Lois, whom he loved more than everything else he'd lost. But yet he had left her behind in the gambling den, unprotected, at the mercy of Dillinger, Capone and their associates. He had also left her to break the news of his apparent death to Perry and the police, and he didn't even have the excuse of saying that he didn't realise how difficult that would be for her. After all, when he'd slumped to the ground, pretending to be dead, she had fallen to her knees beside him, clutching at his chest, caressing his face, and sobbing out his name. He'd even felt her tears fall onto his face. But he hadn't spared her a thought since; he'd been too wrapped up in his own self-pity. And while he'd been pacing backwards and forwards in his parents' kitchen, trying to think of a way to get his life back, Lois had clearly been mourning her best friend's death. How could he have been so selfish? How could he not even have spared her a single thought? A movement from behind attracted his attention, and he turned to see his parents emerging from the kitchen; they saw Lois on the couch and cast him anxious glances, a question clear in their expressions. "She's okay," he murmured quickly, one hand resting lightly on Lois's arm. "She saw me come down the stairs and passed out." "We hadn't told her you were here, son," Jonathan murmured quietly. "We figured that was up to you - I was going to try to find you and tell you she was here, let you decide what to do." The thought flashed quickly into his head that he could leave now, before Lois came around, and his parents could convince her that she had to have imagined his presence. Just as quickly he dismissed it again. He couldn't do that to her. No, he would stay, and he would tell her everything. It was probably time she knew, anyway, and it was the least he could do in compensation for letting her think he was dead. He nodded in response to his father's comment, then turned back to Lois. Her eyelids flickered, and a moment later Lois's soft brown eyes, still bloodshot from her crying bouts, stared up into his own, shock in their dark depths. "Cl-Clark, is it really you?" she choked out in a ragged whisper. ************* Blessed darkness... no more grief, just a softness into which she could sink and block out reality. Lying here with her eyes shut, she could pretend that she really had seen Clark, that it really had been her partner and best friend coming down the stairs of the Kents' house. It hadn't been him, of course; she'd just imagined it because she so wanted him to be alive, and being in his parents' house just made her expect to see him everywhere she looked. That was why she'd dreamed him up. So as long as she didn't open her eyes she didn't have to face the reality that Clark really was dead, that he wasn't going to come back. She could simply lie here and pretend that it was his arms around her, that it was his voice she could hear murmuring in the background, his hand lying gently on her arm. She could visualise him so clearly, it was as if she really had seen him descending the stairs. She could see his firm jaw, that beautiful mouth, his dark hair flopping forward over his forehead, his brown eyes for once unobscured by glasses.... No glasses! But she'd never seen Clark without glasses, so why would the Clark in her imagination have been without glasses? She forced her eyes open, and found herself gazing directly up into those so-familiar brown eyes, now staring down at her in concern. Her breath caught in her throat, and tears once again sprang to her eyes. "Cl-Clark, is it really you?" He grimaced, one hand raking through his hair. "Yeah, it's me, Lois. I'm sor - " In one movement she was sitting up, a hand pushing hard against his broad chest. It was firm; this was no insubstantial ghost. Clark really was alive! "You're not dead!" she exclaimed, overjoyed beyond belief, and threw her arms around him. He pulled her into his embrace, his arms closing tightly around her, drawing her head against his shoulder as he murmured barely-coherent apologies into her hair. Wait a minute... apologies? She pulled back, forcing him to release her. "What did you say?" she demanded. His expression was contrite, his eyes conveying a silent plea for understanding. "I'm sorry I let you think... I just didn't think, Lois. I've just been so wrapped up in trying to figure out what to do...." Then it hit her. This wasn't some miraculous resurrection. He had just never been dead in the first place; that bullet couldn't have been fatal after all. But while that was the best news she'd had in a long time, what was he doing *here,* in Smallville? Why hadn't he come to find her last night, to let her know he wasn't dead? Did he care so little about her that he hadn't been concerned about what she'd been going through? There were too many questions in her mind; she focused on one. How was it possible that he was not only alive, but seemingly unhurt? In one swift movement, she grabbed at his T-shirt, freeing the hem from the waistband of his jeans, and jerked the fabric upwards. Her movement clearly took him by surprise, since he made no attempt to stop her. His chest was unmarked. So... what had happened to the bullet? Had it just not hit him, after all? And, more important, why had he pretended to be dead? She dragged her gaze away from his *undamaged* chest and glared at him. "I saw you! He shot you - at point-blank range! I saw the rips in your jacket! But there's not a mark on you... yet I saw them carry you out, you weren't breathing...." She saw him close his eyes briefly before responding. "Lois, did you see any blood?" he asked softly. No. There hadn't been any blood... why had there not been blood? "Are you saying the bullet didn't hit you?" she demanded harshly. "Then why did you pretend...?" "It hit me," he replied, leaving her even more confused. Suddenly he got to his feet, glancing behind him; for the first time, Lois saw Martha and Jonathan standing some distance away. "Mom, Dad, you know what I have to do," Clark told them, his voice firm. Still not understanding what was going on, Lois saw his parents nod as if giving him permission. "We'll be in the kitchen," Martha said, taking Jonathan's arm and tugging him after her. The door closed behind them. "Clark, what's going on?" Lois demanded. "I don't understand any of this - how can you be alive? And why didn't you tell me?!" "One thing at a time, please," he said quickly. "Lois, look at me." She looked, and realised again that he wasn't wearing glasses. She had never seen Clark without glasses before today; for the first time, it struck her that that was quite surprising. Most people who wore glasses, no matter how short-sighted they were, took them off sometimes; and yet she had even called over to his apartment in the middle of the night, catching him in his sleepwear, and he'd still had them on. Now, it occurred to her that without them, Clark reminded her of someone. But... who? She couldn't place the resemblance, but then that might have had something to do with a sleepless night and more tears than she'd ever shed in her life before, to say nothing of the shock of a dead partner suddenly coming back to life. He was watching her, seemingly waiting for... something. She couldn't work out what he was expecting her to see, though. Then he spoke again, his voice gentle but insistent. "Lois, think. I was shot at, and I wasn't hurt. How could that be? Look at me - what do you see?" She stared, numerous puzzle pieces she'd never even known were there suddenly falling into place. It couldn't be... but what other explanation was there? It all made sense now. Clark was Superman. *Superman* had been with her in the gambling den the night before, and had moved to stand in front of her, to protect her, when she'd been threatened. So he hadn't been killed after all - Superman was invulnerable, so he couldn't be hurt by bullets. So Clark had been alive the whole time. There was never any possibility that he could have been killed. The realisation played itself over and over in her mind. Clark was Superman. Clark had never died. Clark had let her think he was dead... she'd cried herself sick over someone who didn't care enough about her to spare her pain. She'd thought Superman was too honourable to lie to her. She'd thought Clark cared about her, that as her best friend he would never hurt her. Yet both of them, in the person of this stranger standing in front of her, had shown the most callous disregard of her feelings. The betrayal was just too much to bear. In a sudden, jerky movement, she got to her feet and pushed past him, the tears this time for the end of a friendship which had never been what she'd thought it was. "Goodbye, Superman," she threw at him, her voice bitter, and she marched towards the kitchen, flinging open the door and walking swiftly past an astonished Martha and Jonathan on her way to the back door and escape. ************** -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 13:11:07 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Amy Lauters Subject: Re: New Story: Shattered Illusions - Part 2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy, you're a tease! Keep going! Amy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 14:27:07 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Laurie Dunn Subject: Re: New Story: Shattered Illusions - Part 2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy, this is really good. And we're all glad to know that you are "off" this week ;) so that we can anticipate more parts asap! :) LaurieD ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 15:13:10 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: kubitc Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Part 9 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit S P O I L E R S P A C E Great story, Nan! I've come to appreciate fics sent out piecewise, as they serve as good study breaks ;) However, I was hoping this story would end soon; the longer it got, the more afraid I became that Lucy might not survive the kidnapping. It's good to know she's okay. >She smiled. "That's a relief, after the way it turned out. What >happened to Lucy, by the way?" > >He let go of her hand and seated himself in the chair next to her bed. >"She and the other women went back to the station with Inspector >Henderson. She said to tell you she'll be by later to see you, with our >moms and your dad. She's handling it pretty well." I'm wondering the same thing: what's going on with Lucy. Obviously she's physically okay, but since she was the impetus for this whole story, I was hoping to see more with her. You give us Lucy helping Lois out while she's in labor (which is great; I like Lucy to be more than just a fluff chick), but I think the sisters deserve a real reunion. This is especially so since there was obviously some tension or estrangement between them prior to the start of the story, since one reason it seemed Lucy was kidnapped was because she appeared to have no family in the area... >Clark chuckled. "I wouldn't worry. He's not likely to forget what >happened for quite awhile. At least when he tries to sit down." Perfect for Ralph! :) Christy kubitc@kenyon.edu "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." -Michaelangelo ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 14:16:11 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: New Story: Shattered Illusions - Part 2 On Mon, 10 Apr 2000 14:27:07 EDT, Laurie Dunn wrote: >Wendy, this is really good. And we're all glad to know that you are "off" >this week ;) so that we can anticipate more parts asap! :) Thanks, Laurie. Um... 'off'? Yes, there are no *undergraduates* around, which is what the university means by it being vacation, but I was working last weekend, I worked the weekend before it and I'm working next weekend too! And that doesn't include the marking, admin, meetings, phone calls and so on. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you've heard it all before! But I promise to *try* to get Part 3 to you in a couple of days' time. Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 15:33:56 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Welcome to Trevor Ryan MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Congratulations, Erin. I imagine that you are glad that Trevor Ryan is finally here. Hope you can get some rest. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 15:48:44 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: New Story: Shattered Illusions - Part 2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/10/00 3:16:53 PM Eastern Daylight Time, wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes: << And that doesn't include the marking, >> You know, Wendy, if you'd quit giving tests and assigning papers, you wouldn't have to do all that annoying marking. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 16:43:56 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Fanfic recommendation MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'm curious --- how did you get to the new stories? When I go to the archive, I get the heading saying , "7 new stories uploaded on April 9" but when I go to "What's New" I only find the stories from April 2. Any help would be appreciated. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 14:07:14 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: Fanfic recommendation MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hi Ann, Just to doublecheck your URL, go to www.lcfanfic.com/ This worked for me. (I just went there again to check.) Irene --- "Ann E. McBride" wrote: > I'm curious --- how did you get to the new stories? > When I go to the > archive, I get the heading saying , "7 new stories > uploaded on April 9" but > when I go to "What's New" I only find the stories > from April 2. > > Any help would be appreciated. > > Ann > ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 14:30:06 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chiara Prato Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit CONGRATS!!!!!!! :))) Another little FoLC.... so good!!!! A kiss to Erin and all her family and a big embrace to Trevor Chiara:P -----Messaggio originale----- Da: StarKitty :) A: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Data: lunedì 10 aprile 2000 7.34 Oggetto: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) >Congrats to mom and son! :) > >Tara > >>From: Kathy Brown >>Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" >> >>To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >>Subject: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) >>Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:11:54 -0500 >> >>Horray! >> >>Erin Klingler had her baby! >> >>Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, >>7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. >> >>He joins sister Alyssa (7), brother Tyler (5) and sister Jessica (2 >>1/2). Erin says he has "a ton of dark hair!" and looks just like >>Tyler did as a baby. :) >> >>If anyone wants the labor story, write me privately and I'll fill you in. >> >> >>Oh, and for those of you who have written Erin recently and wondered >>why she hasn't written you back ... her laptop has been in the shop >>since Thursday and she hasn't checked email since then. It's >>*supposed* to come back this week, however, so she'll be caught up >>when she gets a chance. :) >> >>Kathy (who was so excited to get the message on the answering machine >>this morning, and even more excited to get the full scoop this >>evening. :)) >>-- >>______________________ >>Kathy Brown >>kathybrown91@home.com >>kathyb@lcfanfic.com >>KathyB on IRC >>______________________ > >______________________________________________________ >Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com > ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 17:09:59 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Allison Tyler Subject: Return to Me MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I havent read any emal about this yet so ill post it here. The guy who played Clark's father (sorry! cant remember th ename) is in the new Davidi Ducovny/MInnie Driver Movie. Its a great movie! Alli ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 16:18:21 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Fanfic recommendation On Mon, 10 Apr 2000 16:43:56 EDT, Ann E. McBride wrote: >I'm curious --- how did you get to the new stories? When I go to the >archive, I get the heading saying , "7 new stories uploaded on April 9" but >when I go to "What's New" I only find the stories from April 2. > Ann, have you tried hitting 'reload' on the 'What's New' page? Just in case your browser is taking the page from its cache instead of the site itself. Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 21:20:38 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_000E_01BFA332.9E0E68E0" This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_000E_01BFA332.9E0E68E0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hey guys, Do you happen to remember what it was that Jonathan used to say about = milk every morning, back when Clark was a little boy? That was mentioned = in "Tempus Fugitive" but I don't have my English tapes here, and I'd = need the exact sentence. You know, Clark drinks the milk that Martha = just gave him and he says something like "Nothing better than a glass of = milk to feel good" (translation, here) then Martha says "That's what my = husband Jonathan says everyday" H=E9l=E8ne :) ------------------------------------------------------ Kaethel on irc / Kaethel79 on AIM kaethel@club-internet.fr "And I always thought that it would make me smarter But it's only made me harder My heart thrown open wide In this near wild heaven" R.E.M. -- "Near Wild Heaven" ------=_NextPart_000_000E_01BFA332.9E0E68E0 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
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------=_NextPart_000_000E_01BFA332.9E0E68E0-- ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 17:29:23 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Genine Murray Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'd like to add my Congratulations to the long list of Congrats Erin has already received from everyone! Erin we're all so happy for you! Glad that the new baby is healthy and happy! Take good care of our newest FoLC ... and remember ... it's never to early to convert him! :-) Genine (who would like to add that I'll do my very best also to continue being patient ... waiting for Lois and Clark to get out of that cave ... ) SuperGem4@aol.com SuperGEM on IRC In a message dated 4/9/00 11:35:04 PM Eastern Daylight Time, creolel@CA.FREEI.NET writes: > Congratulations Erin and Family!! I'm glad everyone and everything turned > out happy and healthy!! You know your fans (including me) will give you > time to recover, and then we'll be looking for Lois and Clark to get out of > that cave that you have them in!!! :-) Again, Congratulations!! > > Lori > ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 16:36:40 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Re: Fanfic recommendation In-Reply-To: <20000410172947.12279.qmail@web906.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Irene wrote: >I was delighted to find a sequel to 'My Adventures >with Superman' on the archive yesterday. I just >finished reading '48 Hours Without a Superman' and I >have to say that I laughed so hard, I scared my dog! > >This story is just as brilliant as MAWS was and just >as funny. Funnier in fact. I am definitely putting >this is my folder for next year's Kerths! Oh, my yes. This one was hysterical! It's not just that the author has the POV of a child down pat, but the interaction between LnC are utterly priceless. And a glimpse of Bernie's son... LOL! Now all I need to know is, who is the mother? :) Go and read it. And yes, it's Kerth material! Hazel ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 14:39:30 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii I think it was - Nothing like a glass of buttermilk for what ails you. Irene --- Kaethel wrote: > Hey guys, > > Do you happen to remember what it was that Jonathan > used to say about milk every morning, back when > Clark was a little boy? That was mentioned in > "Tempus Fugitive" but I don't have my English tapes > here, and I'd need the exact sentence. You know, > Clark drinks the milk that Martha just gave him and > he says something like "Nothing better than a glass > of milk to feel good" (translation, here) then > Martha says "That's what my husband Jonathan says > everyday" > > Hélène :) > ------------------------------------------------------ > Kaethel on irc / Kaethel79 on AIM > kaethel@club-internet.fr > "And I always thought that it would make me smarter > But it's only made me harder > My heart thrown open wide > In this near wild heaven" > R.E.M. -- "Near Wild > Heaven" > > ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 16:46:42 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Question for fic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Me again, sorry. :) First of all, my thanks to Wendy, Jude, and Amy for commenting on my little fluff piece. FDK never hurts, in any shape or form. :) Now for the question: In the aired version of TA, is there any physical contact between Lana and alt-Clark? I know Lois shocks him by kissing him right in the newsroom, ;) but do we see any affectionate -- or even not so affectionate -- physical touching between Clark and Lana? Thanks, Hazel ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 23:51:22 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Congratulations Erin and welcome to this world, Trevor Ryan :) And Hazel, congrats on your little birth-fic what a great way to welcome this new-born FoLC! :) Take care :) Hélène :) ------------------------------------------------------ Kaethel on irc / Kaethel79 on AIM kaethel@club-internet.fr "Minute's up, Clark! Come to Mama!!" ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 16:49:54 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Dawning, Revelations, and Baron Sunday In-Reply-To: <38F12479.DE21D26B@erols.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:46 PM 04/09/2000 -0400, you wrote: [snip; glad you finished your taxes :)] >Debby, you can make all the changes to Dawning you want, but I've >already printed it *all* out, and it's upstairs in *three* three-ring >binders, and I'm not printing it out again. So I hope you don't make >too many changes. It's part of my "go on vacation" fanfic, when the >kids won't let me take the computer... You must use a larger font than I do... then again, I have some very large 3-ring binders, most of them full of Dean pics, but... You're welcome to fix all typos you find. :) One of the "big" changes I made in D1 & D2 was to delete reference to the Kents having cows because later on in the process of writing I decided that cows were too much to handle for semiretired farmers with few if any farmhands either living on site or as seasonal labor. The two plow-type horses, chickens, dog and cat, and a big garden near the house are relatively easy to take care of, almost hobbies, while the organic orchard can be mechanically harvested and JK can rent out his heavy equipment when he's not running it himself. Farmers help each other at harvest time, and JK can (& does) do this. This also explains how easy it was for the Kents in the show to drop everything and rush to Metropolis every other week to save Clark's hide... or go to Rome. >Moving on to White, Whine Whine... >> This wasn't the idea at first, but I never liked in the show, in WWW, I believe >> it was, that Martha and Jonathan had to suggest to CK that he simply *tell Lois >> the truth*. When I heard that on the show, I immediately thought: "but isn't >> that what he's been trying to do, or at least thinking about it?" But no, the >> idea was a completely new one to him... geesh... At least everyone watching at >> the time agreed that Lois deserved to be told :) > >I had a whole different take on that scene. I suspect ever since Clark >was 13, when he started becoming different, he had Jonathan and Martha >constantly telling him, "Don't tell anyone! They'll dissect you like a >frog." In WWW, He knew he had to tell Lois, but he didn't expect them >to agree. Then when they *suggested* it, he was completely stunned. I like that explanation... but find it too subtle for the show. FYI, the critical lines were [good thing I have the script... ;)]: JONATHAN I can't do this. I'm sorry, Martha. I know we said we wouldn't stick out noses in, but Clark -- this is wrong, you can't give up (X) your whole life like this. (X) CLARK (re: the suitcases) Look, I don't want to do this, okay? But I don't see any other way that's fair to Lois. (X) MARTHA Clark, if Lois is the problem, why are you running away? (X) CLARK What are you saying? That I (X) should just tell her that I'm... (X) I'm... ? MARTHA I'm not saying anything. And (X) before we stick our noses in any further -- (exiting with Jonathan) We're going out for Chinese. Maybe if Clark had said: "You mean I should just tell her? I've always wanted to--but you always said..." which would cover your interpretation, except it would have him blaming them for his reluctance. Unfortunately, blaming others (i.e., Lois, Superman, Luthor, Scardino, and later Fences and no doubt many others) for his problems wasn't unlike the show's Clark (drat). >Imagine if your parents were to suggest you move in with your >boyfriend. No matter how logical, or common-sense the decision is, you >never really expected them to approve of it, let alone suggest it first. Sure, but mostly it would be surprising if I hadn't been entertaining the idea already. Clark apparently didn't have the idea of telling Lois, he only thought of leaving (again something that was common for him [drat]). This is one reason I like many of the more creative fan-writen revelation stories better. :) >Charlotte said: >> >And yes in my story the Baron isn't going to get off as the >> >innocent he is supposed to be in the episode. >> >> I suspect you'll make him a character with complex motives, one we can have >> some sympathy with, if only because you've presented us with information about >> where and how he lived and what made him the man who got in trouble. > >Sunday is interesting because he was wronged first. (So was Bob, in >BACALAC). Both of them had great wrongs done to them, and found no >other recourse than to go around killing people. Sunday at least seemed >to be targeting people who had harmed him, while Bob was more of a >contract killer. But in both cases, I keep wondering...what are they >thinking, how do they justify their life of crime to themselves. People can justify the worst things... The corporations and small businesses both that sell poorly made, dangerous products or services. Some do so innocently, not realizing... and others do it and hope to get away with the $$ >I had a strange thought about Baron Sunday, for all you Buffy fans out >there... > >Baron Sunday changed himself into a snake to get away from the police. >What if he's sort of like Amy, who turned herself into a rat to escape >being burned at the stake? No one knows how to de-rat Amy; she's living >in Buffy's dorm room in a cage with a nice exercise wheel. Willow de-ratted her by accident once but didn't see this happening, so... >Maybe no one >can de-rat Sunday, and he's still slithering around the city, eating >mice... Maybe he's fighting with BftB's superrat :) Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 16:02:11 -0700 Reply-To: creolel@ca.freei.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lori Llorence Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Don't worry about it Genine!! We all make mistakes, and I have made this same mistake too many times to count!!! Lori :-) -----Original Message----- From: SuperGem4@aol.com [mailto:SuperGem4@aol.com] Sent: Monday, April 10, 2000 7:28 AM To: creolel@mail.ca.freei.net Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) Lori, So sorry, I accidentally sent this to your private e-mail address. I just hit reply and silly me, I waswondering why it didn't show up on the list. And to think that usually the mistake is made the other way around ... sending to the list accidentally while meaning to send something privately. Oh well. Sorry again! Take care! :-) Genine SuperGem4@aol.com SuperGEM on IRC < Congratulations Erin and Family!! I'm glad everyone and everything turned > out happy and healthy!! You know your fans (including me) will give you > time to recover, and then we'll be looking for Lois and Clark to get out of > that cave that you have them in!!! :-) Again, Congratulations!! > > Lori > I'd like to add my Congratulations to the long list of Congrats Erin has already received from everyone! Erin we're all so happy for you! Glad that the new baby is healthy and happy! Take good care of our newest FoLC ... and remember ... it's never to early to convert him! :-) Genine (who would like to add that I'll do my very best also to continue being patient ... waiting for Lois and Clark to get out of that cave ... ) SuperGem4@aol.com SuperGEM on IRC>> ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 19:11:59 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/10/00 4:40:00 PM EST, sirenegold@YAHOO.COM writes: << I think it was - Nothing like a glass of buttermilk for what ails you. >> I think you need to add *good* there. "Nothing like a good glass of buttermilk for what ails you." (But I could be wrong on that too.) Alexis ;-.) "Lois, I just want you to meet a super guy." Lucy Lane, {Pilot, LnC} ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 19:14:38 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Re: Question for fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/10/00 4:47:17 PM EST, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes: << Now for the question: In the aired version of TA, is there any physical contact between Lana and alt-Clark? I know Lois shocks him by kissing him right in the newsroom, ;) but do we see any affectionate -- or even not so affectionate -- physical touching between Clark and Lana? >> No...not that I know of. She may of pulled him by the sleeve when they were late for the dinner thing with Lana's parents, but that was about it. Alexis ;-.) "Lois, I just want you to meet a super guy." Lucy Lane, {Pilot, LnC} ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 18:22:19 -0500 Reply-To: bbmedos@booksanctuary.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "B. B. Medos" Subject: Re: Fanfic recommendation In-Reply-To: <20000410172947.12279.qmail@web906.mail.yahoo.com> Irene wrote: << I was delighted to find a sequel to 'My Adventures with Superman' on the archive yesterday. I just finished reading '48 Hours Without a Superman' and I have to say that I laughed so hard, I scared my dog! This story is just as brilliant as MAWS was and just as funny. Funnier in fact. I am definitely putting this is my folder for next year's Kerths! >> I confess, I broke one of my own unwritten rules to not read fanfic while actively writing any and checked these out today. I was tired, so my resistance must've been low once I saw Irene recommendation. Actually, it's probably more accurate to say that I have a soft spot for humorous pieces. Anyway, I loved both of them. I don't normally like things in the first person, either, but that POV was perfect for these stories. It was almost like watching Lois and Clark's interaction in one of the series episodes but from a completely unexpected perspective. I did think the first story was a lot more funny with all the little revelations that Katy went through. I just about lost it when she first starts devising ways to "contact" Superman because it was such dead-on duplication on Lois' past behavior AND thinking. Beverly :-) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 19:26:03 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Fanfic recommendation MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks, Irene and Wendy, for the suggestions. When I got back on line and went to the Archive, it worked. So go figure. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 19:29:47 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: kubitc Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ><< I think it was - Nothing like a glass of buttermilk > for what ails you. >> > >I think you need to add *good* there. > >"Nothing like a good glass of buttermilk for what ails you." I just checked my tape. It's "Nothing like buttermilk for what ails you." Christy kubitc@kenyon.edu "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." -Michaelangelo ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 18:43:01 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Dockingbay@msn.com" Organization: Microsoft Corporation Subject: Erin & Son Erin & family, Congradulations! Much happiness to you and yours. Catherine > > Kathy Brown wrote: > > > Horray! > > > > Erin Klingler had her baby! > > > > Trevor Ryan was born on Saturday, April 8, at 2:02 pm. He was 7 lbs, > > 7 oz, and 20.5 inches long. > > > > He joins sister Alyssa (7), brother Tyler (5) and sister Jessica (2 > > 1/2). Erin says he has "a ton of dark hair!" and looks just like > > Tyler did as a baby. :) > > > > If anyone wants the labor story, write me privately and I'll fill you in. > > > > Oh, and for those of you who have written Erin recently and wondered > > why she hasn't written you back ... her laptop has been in the shop > > since Thursday and she hasn't checked email since then. It's > > *supposed* to come back this week, however, so she'll be caught up > > when she gets a chance. :) > > > > Kathy (who was so excited to get the message on the answering machine > > this morning, and even more excited to get the full scoop this > > evening. :)) > > -- > > ______________________ > > Kathy Brown > > kathybrown91@home.com > > kathyb@lcfanfic.com > > KathyB on IRC > > ______________________ > ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 19:59:45 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lanna Torra Subject: Re: Return to Me MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit He is? I saw it and i didnt recognize him...wow...i guess ill just have to go see it again =) ~Lanna ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 20:32:05 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Fanfic recommendation MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Does anyone know who wrote "48 Hours Without a Superman"? "Kathryn Ann Kent" is the little girl in the stories, but what's the actual name of the author? Their writing style sounds so familiar I could swear I've read other fanfics by them . . . Molly:) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 19:17:04 -0700 Reply-To: creolel@ca.freei.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lori Llorence MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_0000_01BFA321.5B303F00" This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_0000_01BFA321.5B303F00 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I am so sorry Supermom, I accidentally sent that last message to your private e-mail! Forgive me please!! And once you are done scolding me, can we get the next installment!! :-) >Creolel wrote: >I know you are not going to leave me hanging like this...are >you?? Great beginning! I can't wait for more!! >Lori --------Original Message-------- >From: no1supermom@hotmail.com [mailto:no1supermom@hotmail.com] >Sent: Monday, April 10, 2000 4:54 AM >To: creolel@mail.ca.freei.net >Subject: [LnC-N-fanfic] NEW STORY: Dark Eyes 1/1 >Dark Eyes by SuperMom (no1supermom@hotmail.com) >Rated Nfic >April 2000 ------=_NextPart_000_0000_01BFA321.5B303F00 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
I am so sorry = Supermom, I=20 accidentally sent that last message to your private e-mail!  = Forgive me=20 please!!  And once you are done scolding me, can we get the next=20 installment!! :-)
 

>Creolel =20 wrote:

>I know you = are not=20 going to leave me hanging like = this...are >you?? Great beginning! I can't = wait for=20 more!!

>Lori

--------Original=20 Message--------

>From:=20 no1supermom@hotmail.com [mailto:no1supermom@hotmail.com]

>Sent: = Monday, April=20 10, 2000 4:54 AM

>To:=20 creolel@mail.ca.freei.net

>Subject:=20 [LnC-N-fanfic] NEW STORY: Dark Eyes 1/1

 

>Dark = Eyes

by SuperMom (no1supermom@hotmail.com)

>Rated = Nfic

>April=20 2000

------=_NextPart_000_0000_01BFA321.5B303F00-- ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 21:40:34 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pat Subject: Re: NEWS: Erin had the baby! :) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hazel wrote: >Lois lifted her epresso in a toast. "To Erin and > Trevor Ryan!" > > "To Erin and Trevor," Clark agreed. "And our very best wishes!" LOL, Hazel--that's got to be the most original (and intriguing) birth announcement I've ever read :) Congratulations, Erin and Trevor! Also a very belated thank you to you, Erin, for all your hard work on the Kerths, and a thank you to Trevor for timing his arrival so perfectly. Pat peabody@mcs.com pattijean@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 23:05:43 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "C.C. Malo" Subject: Re: Between Floors 7 and 8 Part 1 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Jessi, I enjoyed this just as much the second time. Your changes work well so that each part now flows smoothly into the next. Very nice. :) Carol ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 23:10:25 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Allison Tyler Subject: Re: Return to Me MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit he plays emit. Hes got a little more weight, it took me a while to recognize him, but hte voice is the same. Alli ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 22:24:25 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Question for fic On Mon, 10 Apr 2000 16:46:42 -0500, Hazel wrote: >Now for the question: In the aired version of TA, is there any physical >contact between Lana and alt-Clark? I know Lois shocks him by kissing him >right in the newsroom, ;) but do we see any affectionate -- or even not so >affectionate -- physical touching between Clark and Lana? I don't remember any kisses off the top of my head, but that doesn't mean there aren't any. I'm sure there was somewhat-affectionate touching, but my memory tells me is was kind of affected, i.e., Lana would touch him almost in a manipulative way, like when she told him, "you know no one will *ever* love you the way I do." The affection that I remember clearly, however, was not in the action. When Lois is in Clark's bedroom, she absently picks up a photograph of him and Lana, looking very happy. Lois kind of rolls her eyes and turns the photo over so she doesn't have to look at it. I thought that was very funny. In the photo, Clark and Lana are beaming -- obviously very happy. It was a close up, but their positions indictated she may have been sitting on his lap or something. It really made an impact on me because it showed that Clark's life *wasn't* all miserable before Lois showed up -- he may not have been as happy are our L&C are (obviously), but he had made a life for himself that he found, if not thrilling, at least quite tolerable. Kathy kathybrown91@home.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 22:27:45 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Unfinished Business On Mon, 10 Apr 2000 13:30:23 -0400, Francisco Hernandez < princesaazul@PRODIGY.NET> wrote: >Hey Everyone, > >I rarely write to the list and I have had this topic on my m\ind for a while >now but does anyone ever wonder about the subjects that were left >unexplained or unfinished. > There are a couple of >story lies that were left kind of up in the air and they never came back. >What do you all think? I think it's safe to say that, on a fanfic listserv, *everyone* has wondered about these things. :) That's the joy and beauty of fanfic -- following up on all those loose ends. There are 1200 stories in the Archive that do just that. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 23:29:09 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Merckle Subject: OT: Adventures of Superman In-Reply-To: <12.3006de5.2623f1a1@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Yes, I typed that right.... this is about the old George Reeves series. I don't know if it has been mentioned here or not, as I've been having trouble keeping up with the list. Anyway, I've been seeing advertisements for the original Adventures of Superman Series being aired this weekend on TVLand for 48 hours straight. I don't know if they will give us the opportunity to vote on which episodes (like they have with "fandemonium" series). I know I'd like to see the episode that "All Shook Up" was based on, and thought some of you might be interested. Nancy -------------------------------------------------------------- nancym@clark.net .......... http://www.clark.net/pub/nancym/ The Kitties Page .......... http://members.aol.com/Mysnats/ My Sister's Karaoke Site ........... http://karaokeklub.com/ -------------------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 20:31:42 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Shattered Illusions 1/? In-Reply-To: <01e401bfa30e$2e4b0000$096105a0@hrm.keele.ac.uk> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >As for those who've been (very flatteringly) begging for the next >instalment, PATIENCE! I haven't even finished this story! In fact, I >only started writing it yesterday! So get going, lady - Me Wants More... Me Wants MORE... Me WANTS MORE.... ME WANTS MORE!!!!! Melisma (raising her voice in case Wendy can't hear her all the way across North America and the Atlantic too...) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 23:37:38 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Genevieve Subject: Re: Dawning, Revelations, and Baron Sunday MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debby and I are discussing WWW > >I had a whole different take on that scene In WWW, He knew he had to > >tell Lois, but he didn't expect them > >to agree. Then when they *suggested* it, he was completely stunned. > > I like that explanation... but find it too subtle for the show. That's right; make me take off my rose-colored glasses. :-( > Maybe if Clark had said: "You mean I should just tell her? I've always wanted > to--but you always said..." which would cover your interpretation, except it > would have him blaming them for his reluctance. I think it took a lot for him to go against this strongly-ingrained tendency to keep his secret. Is brainwashed to strong a word? Probably. Still, he knows he has to keep the secret, or he'll endanger himself and Mom and Dad. If he was ever question it, Trask probably put an end to that. Still, you're right -- the writers undoubtedly didn't mean it this way. But then, they don't know Clark as well as we do! > Unfortunately, blaming others > (i.e., Lois, Superman, Luthor, Scardino, and later Fences and no doubt many > others) for his problems wasn't unlike the show's Clark (drat). True! > People can justify the worst things... The corporations and small businesses > both that sell poorly made, dangerous products or services. Some do so > innocently, not realizing... and others do it and hope to get away with the $$ Also true. But how they rationalize it, what they were hoping to accomplish, what events spun out of their control -- thinking about this is what properly fleshes out a villain, and make them sympathetic while still villainous. The comic books for instance, have given us information on Luthor's childhood, and how he got started making money. It makes him more interesting. --------------------------- Genevieve ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 20:40:44 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: New Story: Shattered Illusions - Part 2 In-Reply-To: <024801bfa316$e2846a40$096105a0@hrm.keele.ac.uk> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Once again, Wendy... Wow, I mean... WOW!! Get your fingers going, O Wondrous Author, you *can't* leave us hanging tonight. I will NOT allow it... And, BTW, I'm rereading 'The Healing Time' - and the more I read, the more I say WOW... Melisma (monosyllabic under her rock tonight) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 20:43:20 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic In-Reply-To: <009001bfa333$739ea6a0$517e9ec2@oemcomputer> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Nothing like a good glass of buttermilk to fix what ails you? Sorry, I don't remember either... Melisma (ducking shamefaced back under her rock) At 09:20 PM 10/04/2000 +0200, you wrote: > Hey guys, used to say about milk every morning, back when Clark was >a little boy? That was mentioned in "Tempus Fugitive" but I don't have my >English tapes here, and I'd need the exact sentence. You know, Clark >drinks the milk that Martha just gave him and he says something like >"Nothing better than a glass of milk to feel good" (translation, here) >then Martha says "That's what my husband Jonathan says everyday" H=E9l=E8= ne :) >------------------------------------------------------ > on AIM >kaethel@club-internet.fr >"And I always thought that it would make me smarter > But it's only made me harder > My heart thrown open wide > In this near wild heaven" > R.E.M. -- "Near Wild Heaven" >=20 ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2000 23:02:09 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Two more fanfic recommendations While I agree that "48 Hours Without A Superman" is an outstanding story (I was ROTFL the whole time I was reading it; the last 1/3 was absolutely priceless), there are two other stories that were uploaded this weekend that I want to direct your attention to! First, Irene's latest effort, "Tales Out of Church" gets my highest recommendation. As I told Irene when I emailed her personally about the story, it's about as perfect as a fanfic gets for me. Second season romance is my all-time favorite setting for fanfic, and this story never disappoints. :) Second, I'd like to highly recommend Joel Schuldt's ongoing series, "Lois & Clark: The Saga Continues." The first part, "Endings and Beginnings" was uploaded a few weeks ago, and the second part, "Storm Warnings" went up yesterday. (The third part just got submitted today, so it will be a few weeks before it goes up; I haven't even read it myself yet, though Joel did send me a sneak peak last month! :)) This series is definitely very "sci fi" but it is really holding my interest, and I think everyone should give it a try. The violence warning on the first part was my doing, and while I felt it necessary to put it on there, I don't want to scare anyone off. It is still rated PG-13; it's just a more detailed "fight scene" than most fanfic writers include. But the second part contains no violence to speak of, and Joel indicated to me that he doesn't expect to include excessive violence going forward. So those are my picks for the week! :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 01:30:14 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Fanfic questions/concerns MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit As of right now, I'm finally done with my first attempt at Lois and Clark fanfic. Whoohoo! The weirdest part is the fact that I started this story on July 10, 1999 and I finished it on April 10, 2000. I also just found out today that the first ep of Lnc I watched was on October 10, 1993. It looks like the #10 might end up being an important # in my life. LOL! Like I said, this is my first story and it's an nfic. With nfic comes questions/concerns. I'm hoping some of you can help me. =) 1. Since I'm done writing my story, I really want to post it for the reading public. I'm part of the LnC Nfic List right now, but I'm wondering if they have a lot of FDK involved there. I'm looking for a place that has a huge amount of FDK. If this list doesn't provide it, do you know of one that does? And if they do can you tell me how to join? 2. I'm looking for someone who knows a lot about nfic. This person has to be willing to read an advanced copy of my fanfic. While everyone else will be reading it in parts on the list, I'll email my story to the individual who wants to help me. I need them to highlight the parts in my story that need to be changed, re-worked etc...in order to make it suitable for viewing on the LOISCLA list over here. Feel free to privately email me, if you think this discussion will clutter up the list too much. Thanks! Alexis ;-.) {who's happy and tired that her first "LnC creation" is finally done!} ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 00:48:31 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: Fanfic questions/concerns MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Alexis I'll help also Zoom's nfic boards get a lot of feedback merry truitt22@flash.net "Alexis W." wrote: > As of right now, I'm finally done with my first attempt at Lois and Clark > fanfic. Whoohoo! The weirdest part is the fact that I started this story on > July 10, 1999 and I finished it on April 10, 2000. I also just found out > today that the first ep of Lnc I watched was on October 10, 1993. It looks > like the #10 might end up being an important # in my life. LOL! > > Like I said, this is my first story and it's an nfic. With nfic comes > questions/concerns. I'm hoping some of you can help me. =) > > 1. Since I'm done writing my story, I really want to post it for the reading > public. I'm part of the LnC Nfic List right now, but I'm wondering if they > have a lot of FDK involved there. I'm looking for a place that has a huge > amount of FDK. If this list doesn't provide it, do you know of one that > does? And if they do can you tell me how to join? > > 2. I'm looking for someone who knows a lot about nfic. This person has to > be willing to read an advanced copy of my fanfic. While everyone else will > be reading it in parts on the list, I'll email my story to the individual who > wants to help me. I need them to highlight the parts in my story that need > to be changed, re-worked etc...in order to make it suitable for viewing on > the LOISCLA list over here. > > Feel free to privately email me, if you think this discussion will clutter up > the list too much. > > Thanks! > Alexis ;-.) > {who's happy and tired that her first "LnC creation" is finally done!} ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 00:49:12 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: Fanfic questions/concerns MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Also Alexis - keep in mind - I'm not a writer - but I read a lot of L & C merry "Alexis W." wrote: > As of right now, I'm finally done with my first attempt at Lois and Clark > fanfic. Whoohoo! The weirdest part is the fact that I started this story on > July 10, 1999 and I finished it on April 10, 2000. I also just found out > today that the first ep of Lnc I watched was on October 10, 1993. It looks > like the #10 might end up being an important # in my life. LOL! > > Like I said, this is my first story and it's an nfic. With nfic comes > questions/concerns. I'm hoping some of you can help me. =) > > 1. Since I'm done writing my story, I really want to post it for the reading > public. I'm part of the LnC Nfic List right now, but I'm wondering if they > have a lot of FDK involved there. I'm looking for a place that has a huge > amount of FDK. If this list doesn't provide it, do you know of one that > does? And if they do can you tell me how to join? > > 2. I'm looking for someone who knows a lot about nfic. This person has to > be willing to read an advanced copy of my fanfic. While everyone else will > be reading it in parts on the list, I'll email my story to the individual who > wants to help me. I need them to highlight the parts in my story that need > to be changed, re-worked etc...in order to make it suitable for viewing on > the LOISCLA list over here. > > Feel free to privately email me, if you think this discussion will clutter up > the list too much. > > Thanks! > Alexis ;-.) > {who's happy and tired that her first "LnC creation" is finally done!} ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 08:56:58 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: NEW: Threats for Clark 1/2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Chiara I enjoyed your little story immensely. Nuff said? Sorry if this is late. RL interferred with a real wham. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 08:12:59 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: Two more fanfic recommendations MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii --- Kathy Brown wrote: > > First, Irene's latest effort, "Tales Out of Church" > gets my highest > recommendation. As I told Irene when I emailed her > personally about the > story, it's about as perfect as a fanfic gets for > me. Second season romance > is my all-time favorite setting for fanfic, and this > story never disappoints. > :) Kathy, Thanks so much for your very kind words. You've made my day. I'm wearing an ear to ear grin. Thanks again, Irene ===== "All writing is essentially bricks of plagarism secured in place by the mortar of original thinking." --William Dukane __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 11:42:07 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Between Floors 7 and 8 Part 2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 I just had a chance to read the story. I agree that part 1 and part 3 are both very cute. It's a neat "what if" premise, exploring if L&C had met before Clark's interview. You lost me on part 2, though. On Sun, 9 Apr 2000 22:38:27 CDT, Jessi Mounts wrote: >Lois giggled, finally recognizing the absurdity of the situation. She=92d >only wanted to buy a gift for her little sister. Instead, after spending >hours having an amazing conversation with a man who=92d tried to kiss her, >she=92d found herself wrapped entirely in that man=92s >protection as he dodged the bullets whizzing past his head. And *he* was >the one apologizing? Yup, just another day in the life of Lois Lane. =93I= =92m >just fine,=94 she said, surprised to find herself laughing good-naturedly. >=93But just what makes you thing that *you=92ve* got the right to protect *= me*?=94 How did we get from them chatting in the stuck elevator to ducking bullets? How could bullets whiz through the air within the elevator compartment if they were between floors? Wouldn't there be somewhat solid matter between the floors protecting the compartment? Were the gunmen shooting at them specifically? Or was there a robbery going on in the mall? What happened t= o the gunmen after Clark flew Lois out of the elevator? I understand and like the idea of the elevator needed to crash so that you can get to the revelation, but I'd like to see some more information during this set-up. It seems almost like a segment is missing. One thing I thought was really cute was L&C still engaging in small-talk while the bullets are flying. LOL! I could see that happening, so natural since it happens to Lois every other day. I'm not sure Clark would be so calm, though, especially if he could see gunmen in the building and wasn't able to stop them (presumably many other people were in danger besides Lois)= . Even though his priority might be protecting Lois, we need to see a reason for his calmness. So, all in all, cute premise! I would just suggest a little more work on th= e set-up for your action plot, but besides that, it's got some really nice stuff. :) Kathy kathybrown91@home.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 11:42:37 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Re: Question for fic In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" I asked about the physical evidence (so to speak) in TA, and Kathy wrote in part: >In the photo, Clark and Lana are beaming -- obviously very happy. It was a >close up, but their positions indictated she may have been sitting on his >lap or something. It really made an impact on me because it showed that >Clark's life *wasn't* all miserable before Lois showed up -- he may not have >been as happy are our L&C are (obviously), but he had made a life for himself >that he found, if not thrilling, at least quite tolerable. Heh, don't let Margaret hear you say that. ;) Thanks, Kathy. This, and the rest of your post, was just what I was looking for. And thanks, as well, to Alexis. Hazel ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 13:09:17 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: James Tull Subject: Re: How old is Dr.Klein On Sat, 8 Apr 2000 17:36:41 -0600, Debby wrote: >45 > >Debby >Debby@swcp.com >just guessing... but he has to be old enough to do what he does >It was not as far as I recall mentioned in the scripts... >and I have all the scripts... >write for info on that... ;) Thanks for the info. I like your guess better than mine. I was thinking 50, but I think I will go with 45. James ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 17:51:25 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit First of all, thanks to all the people who answered my question about TF, that helped... buttermilk is the same as milk, right? (just checking ) Re.Hazel's question. I checked the episode and no, there aren't any tender contact between Lana and Clark. Like Kathy said, she seems to touch his waist or something when she tells him that no-one could ever love him like she does, but *he* doesn't touch her, anyway. He's more than happy to see her disappear in the elevator, actually . The photo that Kathy mentioned represents Lana and Clark with their hands entwined... but that's the only intimate gesture that can be seen between them during this ep... and it's only a photograph... Hope this helps. Hélène :) ------------------------------------------------------ Kaethel on irc / Kaethel79 on AIM kaethel@club-internet.fr "Clark, you have a little... schmutz on your... S" ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 14:21:30 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: New Story: Shattered Illusions - Part 3 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Story title: Shattered Illusions Author: Wendy Richards Part: 3/? Rating: PG Description: Set during Season 2 ----------------------------------------- He didn=92t know what to say to her. Her expression had told him everything she was feeling: hurt, betrayed, angry, and very distressed. And *he* was the cause of that. He cursed himself once again for having been so completely obsessed with his own situation that he hadn=92t even considered what Lois was going through. How could he have forgotten about her? How could he not have given a single thought to the fact that, as far as she was concerned, her best friend had been shot dead in front of her? She'd probably spent half the night dealing with the police, making witness statements, talking to Perry, presumably helping someone write the story up for the Planet. And even though he knew she didn=92t love him the way he loved her, he was well aware that she considered him to be a good friend. Of *course* she would have been upset and shocked. She was never likely to believe he loved her now, no matter what he said. Once, she'd wanted Superman to love her, and it was now clear, from the degree of her distress, that she cared more for Clark than she'd pretended. *Had* cared, he told himself brutally. He couldn=92t blame her for reacting as she had, for walking out on him just= now. She'd already been in shock from discovering that he was alive after all, and he probably hadn't been very tactful in breaking the news that he was Superman. Oh, he'd been gentle, but he had practically forced her to recognise something which, however she'd found out, was going to make her feel stupid. After all, Lois was an award-winning investigative reporter. She was also known as one of the two reporters who knew Superman best - the other being himself - and she'd counted Superman as a friend. To find out that she didn't know the most important thing about Superman, and about her friend and partner, Clark, must have made her feel that her skills as an investigator were worthless. She'd worked beside Clark for well over a year, and yet had never recognised him when he'd stood in front of her dressed a little differently, never realised that he wasn't exactly like other people. No, he couldn't blame her for being hurt by that; and even more importantly, he couldn't blame her for feeling betrayed now. Not after his failure to consider her feelings last night and this morning. But even if she wouldn=92t talk to him, he couldn=92t let her leave like tha= t. Not when she had just received several of what had to be the biggest shocks of her life, on top of her existing emotional turmoil. He put on a burst of Super-speed and in under a second had exited the house and was standing by her car. She was already inside it, about to start the engine and drive off. He tapped on the window; she ignored him. He stood in front of the car; she hit the accelerator and moved forward. He wasn't afraid of being hurt, of course, but knowing this was a hire-car, he didn=92t want to damage it. He side-stepped, and then reached out with one hand and lifted the front of the car a couple of feet off the ground, this preventing it from moving. She lowered the side window and glared furiously at him, but what tore at his heartstrings were the tears which glimmered in her eyes. =93Let me go! You have no right to stop me!=94 =93I know,=94 he said soberly. =93Lois, please - all I want is for you to be= safe. And if you leave now, like this, I=92d be terrified that you=92d have = an accident.=94 And he was; he knew that she wasn't in full control of herself,= and the thought of her crashing the car, hurting herself, possibly getting killed, made his blood run cold. He couldn=92t allow her to leave. =93As if you=92d care!=94 she muttered under her breath, but he heard her an= d his heart tore again. =93Lois, I can=92t tell you how much I=92d care,=94 he said quietly, his own= voice catching now. =93I can see that you were crying over me - well, if anything happened to you, I=92d want to die too.=94 Something flashed briefly in her eyes, but it was gone in an instant and she was glowering at him again. =93I can=92t believe a word you say any more= , Superman.=94 =93I=92m *Clark,* Lois,=94 he protested, but she ignored him. =93You=92ve lied to me as long as I=92ve known you. You pretended to love me= as Clark and then told me you weren=92t interested as Superman. You must have had a great laugh at my expense watching me make a fool of myself over your alter ego in tights!=94 =93Lois, I never laughed at you,=94 he insisted, his voice low but intense. =93Never! There were times when I almost cried, but that was for myself, not for you.=94 She shook her head as if in denial of his words. =93Let me go,=94 she demand= ed, her tone weary. He shook his own head, determined that he wasn=92t going to let her drive in= this state. =93Lois, please, listen to me. You=92re upset - distraught - you= =92ve had a shock. I don=92t want you doing a three-hour drive in this state. If you really want to go home, I=92ll fly you back to Metropolis instead.=94 She seemed to snap then; she wrenched the keys from the ignition and glared at him, her jaw clenched. =93I=92ve had a shock, have I? You don=92t want me= driving when I=92m upset? Too bad you weren=92t around last night or this morning, then! You may have forgotten, Kent, but I was pretty upset then! - for all you care!!=94 She was calling him Kent rather than Superman... was that a good sign? Clark wasn=92t sure. But she still believed he=92d deliberately hurt her, an= d he *had* to convince her that wasn=92t true. =93Lois, of course I care!=94 he insisted, the words almost torn from him, h= is own emotions now very much on the surface. =93I have *always* cared about you! I know you think I=92ve been lying to you since we met, but I never lie= d about that! And I am so sorry about letting you think I was dead. If I could turn the clock back... if there was any way I could undo what I=92ve done, I would.=94 She turned away, staring fixedly ahead, and didn=92t respond. =93Please, Lois, talk to me!=94 he pleaded with her, fighting the temptation= to wrench the car door open and haul her bodily out. He knew that would be a bad idea, though... clenching and unclenching his fists, he gazed at her, trying to work out what his next move should be. A hand touched his arm, and he glanced around to see his mother standing beside him, his father a few feet away. =93Clark, go back inside,=94 Martha instructed him. =93Can=92t you see you=92re not doing any good here?=94 He remained defiantly where he was, looking away from his mother and back at Lois, but she was still gazing rigidly ahead, ignoring him. Tentatively he reached out to touch her shoulder; she moved, and his hand slid away. A muscle jerking in his jaw, Clark swung around and stalked moodily back into the house. If she wasn=92t going to listen to him when he tried to apologise, what else could he do? He=92d practically grovelled out there; he=92d told her how he felt about her, and she still refused to listen. Well= , if she wanted him to leave her alone, that was what she would get. **************** As Clark moved away, Lois sighed in relief, allowing her head to slump over the steering wheel. He=92d gone; that meant she could get on her way. She would be back in Metropolis by mid-afternoon, and could then decide what she wanted to do about the future. Though, if Clark Kent had any decency, he would use his apparent =91death=92 as a reason to stay away from Metropol= is and... and just go somewhere else. Superman, too; she didn=92t want to see either of them again. Her bitter musings were interrupted by Martha=92s firm voice. =93Lois, come = on, get out of the car.=94 She turned to glare at Clark=92s mother. =93What?=94 =93Come on, Lois, Clark was right about that at least. You can=92t go on a three-hour drive right now. Come back inside,=94 Martha urged, her tone gentler. Lois grimaced; there was something about Martha Kent which made it impossible for anyone to be angry with her. Not for the first time, she found herself wishing that her own mother had been more like Clark=92s. But she wasn=92t going to accede that easily. =93Not while *he=92s* in there.=94= =93Oh, I=92m not going to force you to talk to him if you don=92t want to, honey!=94 Martha laughed. =93I=92m sure he=92ll find something else to do.=94= Lois hesitated. She really didn=92t particularly feel like embarking on the long journey back to the airport; she knew she=92d had a shock and that she needed time to get over it. Anyway, the drive out had been bad enough, choking back tears for most of the journey; she=92d had a few near misses then and... well, the journey just wasn=92t an appealing prospect. Her mind made up, she threw the door open and followed Martha into the house. Clark was in the kitchen, leaning against the door leading to the rest of the house; he averted his gaze as she entered, and turned instead to his mother. =93I=92m going out - I think it=92s time Superman did a patrol over Metropolis.=94 =93You can do that later,=94 Martha informed him. =93First I want you to tak= e Lois=92s car back to Wichita.=94 =93You=92re joking!=94 =93What...?=94 Both Lois and Clark spoke at the same time, but Martha ignored their objections. Holding her hand out towards Lois, she said, =93Keys?=94 With a bad-tempered grunt, Lois handed them over. Martha walked over to Clark, grabbed his hand and put the keys in his palm. =93Drive it to Wichita= . You can fly back afterwards.=94 =93And just how am I going to get back to Wichita?=94 Lois demanded, before realising that perhaps Martha meant that Jonathan would drive her in the truck. =93Not Wichita, Metropolis,=94 Martha informed her. =93Later, when Clark get= s back, he=92ll fly you home.=94 =93No way!=94 Lois was determined that she wasn=92t going to have that. =93You don=92t have to talk to him,=94 Martha pointed out with an amused smile. =93Just ignore him for the fifteen minutes or so that it=92ll take hi= m to fly you home.=94 =93Thanks, Mom,=94 Clark muttered, but he walked over to the back door. Jonathan, who was standing in the doorway, clapped his son on the shoulder. =93I=92ll come with you, son.=94 So that was Martha=92s plan, Lois realised. Separate the two of them, then Clark=92s father could talk to him, and Martha would talk to herself. She wasn=92t sure she wanted to be told why she should forgive Clark, and as the= men busied themselves leaving she began mentally composing a list of all the reasons why she had no intention of forgiving him, *ever.* The door closed behind the Kent men, and Martha poured Lois a mug of coffee. Taking a seat opposite her at the table, the older woman smiled then. =93So, Lois, you=92re going to tell me that you can never forgive Clar= k for what he did, and you think I=92m going to try to persuade you that you should forgive him, right?=94 =93Well, yeah....=94 =93Wrong, Lois,=94 Martha replied, her mouth turned down at the corners. =93= Oh, you can give me as many reasons as you like for why you won=92t forgive him,= but I have no intention of arguing with you.=94 Taken aback, Lois could only stare dumbly at Martha, who then laughed. =93Oh= , honey, I wouldn=92t dream of telling you what to do! I know you well enough to know that you=92ll do what=92s right with or without my intervention. I j= ust thought you might like a chance to tell someone how badly Clark=92s behaved,= and I=92d really prefer that you didn=92t tell anyone who doesn=92t know he=92= s Superman!=94 =93I wouldn=92t do that!=94 Lois protested. She realised, to her surprise, t= hat it was true; angry as she was, she knew that Clark=92s secret identity had t= o be protected. She had no intention of telling anyone that he was Superman. =93I=92m glad about that, Lois. It=92s not just Clark who would suffer if pe= ople knew who Superman really was - Jonathan and I could be in danger, you know.=94= She hadn=92t thought of that, but Martha was right. It was bad enough that villains had tried holding known associates of Superman - such as herself - hostage in the hope that they could persuade the Man of Steel to co-operate with them, but if it was known that he had family, the Kents would never be safe. But that led to another thought... =93So you and Jonathan aren=92t from Krypton, then?=94 =93Heavens, no!=94 Martha exclaimed in amused disbelief. =93We found Clark a= s a baby. He was in some sort of capsule - we had absolutely no idea where it came from or who he was, whether he came from outer space or behind the Iron Curtain or some laboratory somewhere. As far as we were concerned, he was just a baby who needed a home and parents to love him - and we weren=92t= able to have children of our own. So we adopted him, brought him up as our own. Until he was about ten or so, and started developing strange abilities.=94 Lois sat and listened in amazement as Martha described, in humorous and occasionally poignant terms, Clark=92s upbringing and the acquisition of his= various powers. Despite her simmering anger and sense of betrayal, she couldn=92t help feeling sympathy for the boy who=92d been unable to understa= nd why he was different, why he had all these strange abilities, and who=92d ha= d to learn, at a very early age, that he could never trust anyone enough to confide in them. Martha didn=92t even have to explain that this was why Clar= k hadn=92t told her about Superman - but then, it wasn=92t not telling her he = was Superman which was the issue. She could understand why he hadn=92t told her that, although it hurt to realise that her best friend hadn=92t really trusted her enough to be completely honest with her. No, what really hurt was... no, there were a couple of things. Why had he played Superman off against Clark? Flirted with her as Superman, and become her friend as Clark... and, a few months earlier, told her he loved her as Clark while rejecting her as Superman? No, maybe that last one wasn=92t so hard to understand, she acknowledged wit= h a grimace. After all, she had told Superman that she=92d love him if he was an ordinary man, while only a few hours before she=92d rejected said ordinar= y man. Okay, maybe she could declare them even on that one. The real problem was what he'd done to her last night. Everything else was pretty unimportant, or could be explained easily enough. Leaving her to grieve over the murder of someone who wasn=92t dead couldn=92t. Staring down into her coffee-cup, she interrupted Martha=92s anecdote about Clark bringing back a meal from Bengal to prove to Jonathan that authentic Indian cuisine was a treat to be savoured. =93Martha, tell me - did Clark mention me at all when he came here after las= t night? Did any of you think about how I... Clark=92s friends might be feeling?=94 *************** ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 15:24:52 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: kubitc Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit >First of all, thanks to all the people who answered my question about TF, >that helped... buttermilk is the same as milk, right? (just checking ) Actually, it isn't. If you watch closely during the episode, you can see that what Clark is drinking appears more yellow (and thicker?) than ordinary milk. Buttermilk is, as defined by the American Heritage Dictionary, "the thick, sour liquid that remains after the butterfat has been removed from whole milk or cream by churning." I would guess that most people not on a farm haven't even tasted buttermilk (I haven't) but I hear it's an acquired taste... Christy kubitc@kenyon.edu "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." -Michaelangelo ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 14:28:38 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Amy Lauters Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit <)>> Sorry, Helene, but it's not. Buttermilk is the liquid left over after you make butter from cream. Hope that helps. Amy ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 14:52:39 -0500 Reply-To: bbmedos@booksanctuary.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "B. B. Medos" Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic In-Reply-To: <38DE712D@webmail.kenyon.edu> <> Well, I live on a farm and I've always made it a point to avoid drinking buttermilk at all costs. OTOH, my husband grew up on a farm during roughly the same period that Clark would've and he doesn't drink it. At least, not willingly. (And yes, he's come in very handy for ideas about Clark's childhood years over the last few years. ) Buttermilk does make some of the best tasting bread, biscuits and rolls, though. Sour dough is one variation of the idea. Beverly :-) bbmedos@booksanctuary.com http:\\www.booksanctuary.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 22:16:56 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chiara Prato Subject: R: Re: NEW: Threats for Clark 1/2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Thanks Charlotte and Thanks Lori! :)))) I'm happy that you like my work! :) just a kiss! Chiara -----Messaggio originale----- Da: Charlotte Fisler A: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Data: martedì 11 aprile 2000 14.57 Oggetto: Re: NEW: Threats for Clark 1/2 >Chiara > >I enjoyed your little story immensely. > >Nuff said? > >Sorry if this is late. RL interferred with a real wham. > >Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 16:37:55 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hi H=E9l=E8ne, In a message dated 4/11/00 2:28:10 PM Eastern Daylight Time,=20 kaethel@CLUB-INTERNET.FR writes: << buttermilk is the same as milk, right? (just checking ) >> I see a number of people have explained what buttermilk is. I have never=20 seen it in France, so it probably isn't something you would have ever run=20 into. Probably the closest thing to it would be the drinkable yogurt made b= y=20 Yoplait. However, buttermilk tastes more sour than yogurt. Nowdays most=20 buttermilk in the US is "cultured" ( made from adding some sort of bacteria=20 to skim milk). I can't stand it, but I like yogurt. (My mother loves it an= d=20 she's from Atlanta, so you don't need to be a farm kid to like it.) It=20 might taste kind of like cr=E8me fra=EEche, come to think of it. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 13:42:01 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit It's definitely an acquired taste. My mom grew up on a farm and she loves buttermilk. I can't stand it. Nan kubitc wrote: > >First of all, thanks to all the people who answered my question about TF, > >that helped... buttermilk is the same as milk, right? (just checking ) > > Actually, it isn't. If you watch closely during the episode, you can see that > what Clark is drinking appears more yellow (and thicker?) than ordinary milk. > Buttermilk is, as defined by the American Heritage Dictionary, "the thick, > sour liquid that remains after the butterfat has been removed from whole milk > or cream by churning." I would guess that most people not on a farm haven't > even tasted buttermilk (I haven't) but I hear it's an acquired taste... > > Christy > kubitc@kenyon.edu > > "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." -Michaelangelo ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2000 00:02:09 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Hey guys! Thanks a lot for the explanation about buttermilk, you really learn new things everyday on this list :) That really doesn't sound like something I'd like to drink, though Ann wrote: > I see a number of people have explained what buttermilk is. I have never > seen it in France, so it probably isn't something you would have ever run > into. Actually, from the description you guys gave me of this stuff, I think it's what we call "petit lait" and we use it to make some of our cheese. But no, we don't drink it... not that I'm aware of, anyway Thanks for the info :) Hélène :) ------------------------------------------------------ Kaethel on irc / Kaethel79 on AIM kaethel@club-internet.fr "You've confused me with somebody I used to be" (Bob Lorenz -- No Alibi) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 18:56:44 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 4/11/00 2:27:08 PM EST, kubitc@KENYON.EDU writes: << but I hear it's an acquired taste... >> Drinking non-fat milk is an acquire taste too. I was raised on it when I was little, so I have no problem with it. If I drink anything with any fat in it, then I have problems. ;p~ Actually the stuff that Clark was drinking looked a lot like egg nog. Maybe that's what they were having Dean drink to make it look like buttermilk? If that was the case, then yummy! I love egg nog, especially when it has 7Up in it! Alexis ;-.) "Lois, I just want you to meet a super guy." Lucy Lane, {Pilot, LnC} ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 17:58:59 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Anne Gallagher Subject: Wednesday's Child part 4 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 ******************** Metropolis August 28, 1994 ******************* " Would you like a glass of champagne, miss?" Lois smiled politely at the waiter and shook her head no. The Daily Planet's re - opening party was in full swing. Many of her colleagues had returned and were busy dancing and getting reacquainted. Lois, on the other hand, had positioned herself in a nice corner near the refreshment table. It kept her away from their curious stares and gave her a= good view of the door. She took a sip of her sparkling grape juice as she scanned the room. Clark hadn't arrived yet. She sighed and began nibbling at her fourth brownie. It was too bad Lucy had left for school earlier this week; it would have been nice having her here. Lucy had been a great source of support and comfort to her over the past few months. Lois honestly felt closer to her sister now then she had at any point of her life. The two sisters had actually cried when it was time to say goodbye at the airport. Her mother had been another, albeit more surprising, source of support, a very helpful one too. She had been able to tell Lois what to expect during the pregnancy, how to dress to conceal her pregnancy, even some tips on how to lessen backaches and morning sickness. And, of course, there had been Clark. Clark had been unfailing helpful as well, despite his discomfort. Or disgust. Oh he never came out and said how= he felt about the pregnancy but that was just it. It was what he wasn't saying that was bothering her. He had never vocally acknowledged she was pregnant. He would ask how she was feeling, if there was anything he could do for her, he remembered to order non-alcoholic drinks for her when they went out to eat. Little things that assured her he had indeed heard her that= day in the park. But he seemed unwilling to acknowledge a fact that was becoming more obvious= every day. This scared Lois, she needed to talk to him about this. About anything that dealt with the pregnancy, baby names, good day care options. How she was going to juggle an already demanding career with the responsibilities of single motherhood. Would he be there to help her? She needed her best friend. Lois sighed as she realized she had again drifted towards the refreshment table and was working on her fifth brownie. If she kept going at this rate she was going to explode. " Hey! You might wanna lay off the brownies there. Getting a bit chubby if ya know what I mean." Lois turned, stunned, towards the offending voice. She= found herself looking at one of the new employees, a short balding man whose= name she couldn't remember. " I don't mean to be rude or anything. It must be tough finding out your fianc=E9 is a complete psycho and they watching him off himself on your wedding day. Hey, I'm surprised you didn't start hitting the bottle. And it's not like you aren't hot or anything. Cause ya are. But," he slithered up to her while smoothing back the few hairs on his head; "you might wanna keep that in mind if you're ever in the market for a new boy toy." Lois gaped at him for a few seconds. Who was this ignorant buffoon, this rude jerk this, this =85 Ralph. That was his name! How appropriate. " Listen, Ralph. First of all if you were the last man on earth, I'd kill myself. Secondly, I have only gained 8 pounds and considering that you could= stand to lose 3 times that, I wouldn't talk -" " Hey Ralph, the chief wants to see you." Ralph backed off even further allowing Jimmy to stand next to Lois. "Yeah sure. See ya around, I guess." And with he quickly scurried off. " Hi Lois. I haven't seen you in a while, sorry about that, apartment hunting and everything. How have you been?" " Oh I am fine Jimmy. How are you doing? " " Great, actually. I found this really sweet apartment over in the New Town borough. You know, near Snyder and Peabody? Anyway it is fabulous, especially considering it's only $550 a month. Can you believe that? $550! I= mean it needs some work with plumbing, a new paint job wouldn't hurt, and it= may have ants. But it's great!" Lois found her mind wandering as Jimmy regaled her with tales of his misadventures in apartment hunting. In a couple of months, actually a few weeks, she wouldn't be able to hide her pregnancy. She would have to tell Perry and Jimmy soon. Perry, especially, needed to know. In a way, she dreaded telling Perry. She had always thought of him as her surrogate father and after the wedding she felt as if she had disappointed him. It was probably silly to feel this way; she chided herself. It wasn't as if she was actually his daughter. And it wasn't like she was a teenage girl, she was a grown woman, she shouldn't need anyone's approval to live her life as she pleased. But she didn't want to disappoint him. And then there was the matter of her co-workers. If this party was any indication, many of them enjoyed watching "the great and infallible Lois Lane," making a fool of herself and fall flat on her face. This would only be more wood for the fire. Furthermore when the news got out and became public knowledge, what would she do then? The tabloids had reveled in her aborted wedding and only recently had the furor died down. What would she do when they knew she was pregnant? How was she going to survive these next few months, let alone the rest of her life, as a tabloid joke? " Earth to Lois. Hello Lois!" Lois snapped out of her daydream and gave Jimmy an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, Jimmy. I was just=85 thinking about=85 things I guess." " Lois, you know that if you ever need someone to talk to--" " Oh, Jimmy I'm fine. Really, I am." " Listen, Lois, I know I am not the first person you think of when you have a problem," he waved away her protests, "but I want you to know that whatever happens I'll support you. I'm in your corner." " Thank you, Jimmy." " Sure." There was a pause and then he spoke again, " hey look! CK just got here!" "Hey CK!" Jimmy waved to get his attention. " Hey Jimmy," Clark greeted his friend and then turned to Lois " Hi, Lois. Sorry, I'm running late there were a few errands I had to take care of." " That's ok, CK. The party really started an hour ago. After the dedication and the tour and everything. They totally modernized the place, it's pretty cool." The three stood in an awkward silence before Jimmy started again " Well, it's great seeing you here but there is this new wickedly gorgeous intern here named Angela and I was hoping to score a few dances with her-" Clark chuckled, " I think we get the picture, Jim." " Great! See ya CK! Bye Lois!" Jimmy hurried across the room towards a young brunette. " So-" Lois began. " So=85 how are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Another glass of juice;= maybe a chair? I saw some brownies on the refreshment table." Lois softly smiled and shook her head. Never fails. " No, I'm fine. I don't want anything." She placed a hand on Clark's arm and it slid down to take his hand. "Actually, that's a lie. There is one thing you could do for me," she whispered as she looked at their entwined hands. " Anything." " Dance with me." " I'd love to." Clark guided Lois out to the "dance floor". Which was, in reality, a cleared= space over the Daily Planet logo. Lois felt her thoughts drift again as she glided in Clark's arms. They were dancing in a more formal position then either was accustomed to, but both realized that they were the center of attention. What did she want out of her relationship with Clark? That question had been= on her mind for months now. What did he want out of their relationship? Did he want romance, as she once thought, or friendship, as he had told her that= day outside of the Planet. Which was the truth? Which one did she want to be true? Lois realized that she and Clark had moved closer together and she laid her head on his shoulder. She felt him hesitate for a moment, and then he gently= laid his head on hers. She knew that nearly everyone was staring at them. Whispering about them. But, for this moment she didn't care. All she cared about was the comfort she felt in her best friend's arms. Lois sighed again. To be continued=85 ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 17:04:58 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Dawning, Revelations, and Baron Sunday In-Reply-To: <38F29E02.2D470065@erols.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 11:37 PM 04/10/2000 -0400, you wrote: >Debby and I are discussing WWW Genevieve wrote... >> >I had a whole different take on that scene In WWW, He knew he had to >> >tell Lois, but he didn't expect them >> >to agree. Then when they *suggested* it, he was completely stunned. >> >> I like that explanation... but find it too subtle for the show. > >That's right; make me take off my rose-colored glasses. :-( They *could* have taken more care. There are plenty of examples of excellently written shows. I've recently been turned on to West Wing, but there were great shows wherein people took considerable creative care well before L&C was broadcast. While others disagree, I like to think Deborah Joy Levine had a long-term plan that would have been wonderful, but her rose-colored glasses were yanked off her, drat... >> Maybe if Clark had said: "You mean I should just tell her? I've always wanted >> to--but you always said..." which would cover your interpretation, except it >> would have him blaming them for his reluctance. > >I think it took a lot for him to go against this strongly-ingrained >tendency to keep his secret. Is brainwashed to strong a word? >Probably. Still, He knows he has to keep the secret, or he'll endanger >himself and Mom and Dad. If he was ever question it, Trask probably put >an end to that. I was thinking about this as I walked home. I think it's likely that the Kents originally had him not talk--or rather, not worry about his origins (Russia?) and quite likely no one in Smallville thought it was their business how the Kents obtained the child. They liked the Kents and figured they were helping out a relative. When his powers started turning up, according to WHALTTA, Clark made the decision to keep them to himself (at least his strength). His parents no doubt supported this. but I'm sure they also expected (if they thought about it at all) that when he was mature enough to go out on his own, he would be mature enough to decide on his own who if anyone to tell. Thinking about it, they would know he would be careful and protective of them; he wouldn't tell just anybody. In the show, his parents having to give him the okay implies to me that he didn't think Lois was trustworthy or worth telling and had to be indirectly hit over the head with the idea... which I don't like. I prefer to think (and you probably do, too) that he did trust her and wanted to tell her, that he knew it was the right thing to do because she was the right one. >Still, you're right -- the writers undoubtedly didn't mean it this way. >But then, they don't know Clark as well as we do! *We* like, respect, maybe even love him. For many of the writers and producers on the show, he was just a character to be molded into whatever the plot of the week required :( This happens on many shows. Someone on the Duckman newsgroup wondered if Duckman was Jewish and someone pointed out that he was consistently... whatever the plot required... >> Unfortunately, blaming others >> (i.e., Lois, Superman, Luthor, Scardino, and later Fences and no doubt many >> others) for his problems wasn't unlike the show's Clark (drat). > > True! /me high fives ya :D >> People can justify the worst things... The corporations and small businesses >> both that sell poorly made, dangerous products or services. Some do so >> innocently, not realizing... and others do it and hope to get away with the $$ > >Also true. But how they rationalize it, what they were hoping to >accomplish, what events spun out of their control -- thinking about this >is what properly fleshes out a villain, and make them sympathetic while >still villainous. The comic books for instance, have given us >information on Luthor's childhood, and how he got started making money. >It makes him more interesting. Yes, depth as opposed to stereotypes. "Depth" is what fanfic writers can give a character. I like that :) >Genevieve Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 18:44:26 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nethra Ankam Subject: Re: Question for a fanfic Wow, I didn't know there were so many people who didn't like buttermilk! 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Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 21:00:44 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lara Blasingame Subject: Re: NEW STORY: Vanishing Act Epilogue Hi Nan, I just finished your story last night. Yeah!!!! Lois finally had the little whipper snapper. I now have pregnancy closure :) The 'A' plot was wonderful as usual. There were some nice moments between L&C. I'm glad you let them finish the investigation together. This story would have made a nice episode. As far as the sequence of events leading up to the birth, I was glad that a mother of seven (?) was writing this story instead of me . Nice job! Please keep up the good work! Lara ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 19:56:57 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Buttermilk Skies MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'm a little late weighing in with this, but loved reading all the opinions. Buttermilk Skies is the name of a song Hoagy Carmichael wrote for a film called Canyon Passage. Won Academy Award for it too. Buttermilk and rice is a new one for me. I grew up eating cornbread crumbled in a glass and covered with buttermilk. Yummy! Still indulge myself occasionally. Cornbread, back then, was grainy with cornmeal and not the least bit sweet. Real old fashioned buttermilk was sour and full of lumps but was beloved by many, even folks like me who were townies but had many farm relatives. I guess it is an acquired taste like fried ham, grits and red-eye gravy. Mmmmm. I'd better stop. I'm starting to drool all over my keys. Okay, getting way OT too. Jude ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 22:25:25 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Trevor Ryan I'm not sure whether this additional attachment stuff was intentional or not, but please don't do it again. If it wasn't intentional, please figure out what caused it and correct the problem. Thanks, Kathy Your Friendly Neighborhood List Mom :) On Tue, 11 Apr 2000 20:27:53 -0700, J C Bennett wrote: >This is a multi-part message in MIME format. >------=_NextPart_001_004C_01BFA3F4.6A001040 >Content-Type: text/html; > charset="iso-8859-1" >Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > > > >http-equiv=3DContent-Type>href=3D"file://C:\Program Files\Common Files\Microsoft = >Shared\Stationery\"> >