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From:         SUBSCRIBE Lab Rat <labrat@CABLEINET.CO.UK>
Subject:      OT: Apology

Hey there, guys!

Sorry to do this, but the archive website is my only access point to
FoLCdom at the moment and I'm in the grip of severe WS!

My server has done me proud this week - as if getting near zip service for
8 weeks wasn't enough for them, they've managed to get me offline
completely since Tuesday evening, thanks to a little 'teething problem'
with their new operating system which results in passwords being rejected
when customers try to dl mail.

So, to anyone who's mailed me since Tuesday - I apologise for my silence!

As of now, Saturday morning, I have at least been able to dl some websites,
hence my sneaking in through the archives here!

They promise that they'll have sorted it out by Monday, but as many of you
know, TeleWest promises are like dust on the wind, so I'm not cheering as
of yet!

I hate to think what my mailbox is currently like, but I will do my best to
get back to all of my friends ASAP.

Thank you for listening to this public service announcement...

LabRat :)
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Charlotte, Nicole, Gerry -- thanks for the feedback. :)

Charlotte,  your comments on  characterizatrion  have given me something to
think about.  <<On the first read through,
It just seemed like Lois changed too swiftly>> Maybe -- what I did want to
suggest was that she was confused but realized that their current situation
was not the right time to focus on her feelings.  I think I have to rework
this scene although it's good to know that on your second reading the
jarring
was gone .

<< The effect perhaps of her years of exile?>> Yes :)  I wanted the Lois at
the beginning of the story to be similar to the TV Lois but then I wanted to
show that the years wandering modified her character because she's older,
has fought to survive, and had a whole range of experiences that wouldn't
have been possible in Metropolis.

About the next part.  I'm nearly finished the story .  What I want to do is
post the rest of it all at once.  I had hoped that would have been
yesterday.

Carol
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Jude, and anyone else having similar problems - I will be sending this to
annesplace and the Archive in due course, but in the meantime, drop me an
email at wendykingsmeadowcr.freeserve.co.uk and I'll send you a text copy.

I'd send you one now, but I'm at work right now and don't have the finished
version here.

Wendy

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Wendy Richards
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From: Judith Williams <judithwilliams@PRODIGY.NET>
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> Have just tried to print out Wendy's new story so I can read it and I get
> either text with spaced out words and a lot of dropped letters or machine
> language.  Anyone else have this problem?  Any suggestions?  Jude
>
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Um, Rat:

> I hate to think what my mailbox is currently like, but I will do my best
to
> get back to all of my friends ASAP.

Your mailbox will be empty, because all our mail has been rejected since
Wednesday, with a message saying that labrat@blueyonder.co.uk does not
exist!!

Wendy
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Wendy wrote:

>>Your mailbox will be empty, because all our mail has been rejected since
Wednesday, with a message saying that labrat@blueyonder.co.uk does not
exist!!>>>

Interesting. Considering it should still be labrat@cableinet.co.uk for the
moment. Is that what you're all sending to? According to the email on the
blueyonder switchover, I can still use the cableinet eddress for up to a
year before I have to change it and I certainly haven't made any changes so
far.

LabRat :) (ditching garden gnome mk 2 and reaching for another twice the
size. ;)
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> Interesting. Considering it should still be labrat@cableinet.co.uk for the
> moment. Is that what you're all sending to? According to the email on the
> blueyonder switchover, I can still use the cableinet eddress for up to a
> year before I have to change it and I certainly haven't made any changes
so
> far.

Rat, we all continue to email you at the cableinet address, but the
rejection message comes from blueyonder. That's been the consistent pattern
since Wednesday.

Wendy
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> if that the gunmen could clearly see
> into the elevator from other floors, so could everyone else.  It would
> quickly become obvious that the elevator was stuck, and Lois and Clark
would
> be out within the half hour before the mall closed.  Right?  I'm not
exactly
> sure, since I've only been in two or three malls with elevators in my
life.
> I'm beginning to see why people say write what you know. <g>

<g>  I've not been in malls that are that tall, but generally,
maintenance will monitor the elevators to make sure they're all
working.  However, I suppose it's not too unlikely that the bad guys
could have someone working on maintenance who could arrange to overlook
this one.  Maybe when Clark peeks at them, he sees one with a
maintenance-man coverall and realizes *that*'s why they haven't been
rescued.

> If the bad
> guys have pried the door open and are shooting from below, than even if
> Clark is keeping an eye on them with his x-ray vision (and "hypothisizing"
> outloud about their movements as Lois continues to elbow him), than he
> wouldn't notice the bomb above, and would still be caught by surprise.
> *And* the gunmen would have to get out of the way as quickly as possible
to
> avoid the falling elevator, so they wouldn't see Lois and Clark hovering
at
> the top of the elevator shaft.

Works for me <g>  Plus, the sound of the falling elevator would be
louder than gunshots, and more likely to attract attention, so they'll
want to be on their way out...  And once Clark sees them leave, he
relaxes, and figures they're safe again ... so the bomb takes him even
more by surprise.

> Or am I just over-analyzing this? <g>

Nope <g>  A story always works best when you work out all the bit
player's plans and motivations.  You don't have to show it all to the
audience, but it should all make sense behind the scenes.  I realize
you're focused on the interaction between L&C (which is fabulous) but we
do have to have a shred of plot to hang it on <g>
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"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.
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Aww, Wendy, that was wonderful...

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e

I love that Lois offered to go with him, anywhere... she took his
refusal a little too passively -- but on the other hand, I didn't want
them to get into a shouting match over it <g> so it's just as well she
moved on to the problem of resurrecting him.  Nicely done, btw!

So do you think you've worked out your issues with this episode yet, or
should be expect a fourth rewrite of it sometime? <g>
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"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.
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ACK? What's with the constant cliffhangers??!! Each one is worse (or better,
depending on how you look at it) than the last one!!! BTW, I'm really
enjoying the story, Rose!

SuperLorie :-)
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Subject:      Re: New Story: Shattered Illusions - Part 6 FINAL

On Sat, 15 Apr 2000 08:47:25 -0400, Pam Jernigan <jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET>
wrote:

>Aww, Wendy, that was wonderful...

Aw, thanks Pam! <g>
>s
>p
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>r
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>p
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>I love that Lois offered to go with him, anywhere... she took his
>refusal a little too passively -- but on the other hand, I didn't want
>them to get into a shouting match over it <g> so it's just as well she
>moved on to the problem of resurrecting him.  Nicely done, btw!

Thanks! Yes, she accepted his refusal, but - although I chose not to get
into a mass of introspection over it (in *this* draft) - was already
figuring out that even though he'd said he just wanted her, he really
wanted his life back. So she was already moving on to try to figure out a
way of achieving that.

I can't really claim too much credit for originality for my solution here,
by the way; although I don't think I was influenced by it, Rose's
excellent 'Lois Lane of Mine' had Clark tell Lois that the bullet was
stopped by his pager.

>So do you think you've worked out your issues with this episode yet, or
>should be expect a fourth rewrite of it sometime? <g>

Good grief, I hope not! Until last Saturday, I had no intention of doing a
third!!

Thanks again for the comments!

Wendy
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Hey Rat!

Nice to have you back... well... *almost* back

Wendy wrote:
> Rat, we all continue to email you at the cableinet address, but the
> rejection message comes from blueyonder. That's been the consistent
pattern
> since Wednesday.

Well I've tried to mail you at labrat@blueyonder.co.uk yesterday night but
it bounced back with the same reply as when we try with cableinet... over
and over and over <sigh>

Hope it gets sorted through soon!

Hélène (whose email to you hasn't bounced back yet so maybe there's hope...)
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On Sat, 15 Apr 2000 12:11:46 +0100, Wendy Richards
<w.m.richards@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:

>Jude, and anyone else having similar problems - I will be sending this to
>annesplace and the Archive in due course, but in the meantime, drop me an
>email at wendykingsmeadowcr.freeserve.co.uk and I'll send you a text copy.

Aarrrgghh!!! That should, of course, be
wendy@kingsmeadowcr.freeserve.co.uk   Sorry!

Wendy
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Thank you to everyone who has read my story, and especially to those who
have
sent me feedback!  I must admit, I'm very nervous about this section.  I
hope
it isn't a disappointment, after I built up everyone's expectations so high.
If you find any errors, or if you just have a complaint about it, please let
me know!  Thanks again!

Rose
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Lois shrieked and fell to the ground, barely avoiding Clark's attack.
Instead, Clark's fist connected with Anthony Griffin's jaw, sending him
sprawling to the floor.  Blood trickled from his split lip and dripped down
his chin as he struggled to gather his bearings.

Then everything was still.

Lois looked up from her crouched position on the floor to see Clark, panting
and disheveled, staring at his own clenched fist.  She looked around her.
Kyle still lay on the floor, hand pressed to his chest where she'd kicked
him, looking up at Clark with a mixture of fear and awe.  Kyle's father
wiped
at his bloody mouth with his hand, and scooted away from Clark as quickly as
he could.

Lois took a deep breath and fought the fear that caused her to tremble.  She
loved Clark, and trusted him more than she'd ever trusted anyway.  She knew
that under any normal circumstances, he would never hit her.  But these
weren't normal circumstances.

Clark still hadn't moved.  He was still standing above her, staring at his
fist in shock.  Kyle and his father were beginning to move.  Someone had to
take control of this situation, and Clark was in no condition to do it.  It
had to be her.  Lois ignored her fear and forced herself to adopt her
"reporter in control" attitude.

The device.  She had to get the device.  But where was it?  Kyle's father's
hands were empty.  He must have dropped it when Clark hit him.  She searched
around her and located the small silver object underneath the desk.  Once it
was tucked safely into her pocket, Lois felt much better.

Now to deal with Kyle and his father, she thought.  She was fortunate that
the two were still disoriented.  She picked up the desk phone and dialed
911,
telling them who she was and her location, and for them to come as quickly
as
possible.

She then moved over to where Clark was standing.  Her heart ached for her
husband, whose expression was changing rapidly from shock to horror.  She
covered his fist with her small hands.

"Lois, I almost--"

"Shh.  I know, Clark.  But you didn't.  Everything is going to be okay,"
Lois
comforted him.  "But I need your help right now.  Can you help me?"

Lois was relieved to see Clark's expression return to almost normal.  He
still looked frightened, but he was definitely in control.  Lois smiled at
him, and then moved to take care of the task at hand.

She grabbed Kyle hard by the ear, and forced him to hunched-over standing
position.

"Ahh...oww," he said, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from Lois' grasp.
Lois led him to a chair by the wall and forced him to sit down in it.  Clark
had taken care of Kyle's father by hoisting him up by the collar and
bringing
him over to sit next to Kyle.  There, the four of them waited for the
police,
Kyle squirming unhappily in his seat, and his father glaring at him the
whole
time.

"You know I'm going to tell the whole world that Clark Kent is Superman,"
Kyle finally burst out.

This evoked a chuckle from Clark.  "It wouldn't be the first time," he said.
"And it probably won't be the last.  But no one will believe you without
proof, Griffin, and you don't have any."

Knowing he was right, Kyle stayed silent until the police arrived.  His
father, on the other hand, seized Lois' hand and kissed it, whispering "Till
we meet again."

Disgusted, Lois yanked her hand away and replied, "In court."

Lois and Superman gave their statements to the police, and Lois handed over
the device as evidence.  Kyle and his father were told their rights,
handcuffed, and put into the backseat of the police vehicles.  Relieved that
the Griffins and their dangerous gadget were finally taken care of, Lois and
Clark left to help their friend.

*****

"So how did you know where to find me?" Lois asked, pulling her blouse off
and slipping into one of Clark's t-shirts.  It was past midnight by the time
everything was straightened out, and the two were exhausted after their
ordeal.

"After I talked to Jimmy, I flew back to the Planet to find you, but you
weren't there.  Perry told me about Anacomp and the Griffins, and so I knew
that was where I could find you.  By the way, Jimmy asked Superman to pass
along his apology for snapping at you."

Lois smiled.  "He told me.  I'm so glad Brenda agreed to drop the charges
after we told her about Griffin's device.  Jimmy really loves her, and I can
tell she loves him too.  They are so happy together.  And you know what
else?
 Jimmy pulled me aside after we left the police station and asked me to help
him pick out a ring for Brenda.  He's going to ask her to marry him."

Clark smiled vaguely as he pulled down the blankets on the bed and fluffed
the pillows.

"Clark?" Lois asked after a few moments of silence.  "Are you okay?"

Clark sighed and sat down on the bed.  "Yeah.  No.  I don't know."

Lois moved over to where he was sitting and brushed an unruly lock of hair
out of his face.  "Is it about what happened today?"

"I almost hit you, Lois.  I *did* hit Griffin.  I could've killed both of
you."

"It's not your fault, Clark.  Griffin's device made you lose control.  You
couldn't have have helped it.  I know you would've if you could.  I saw how
hard you were fighting it!"

"I saw the look in your eyes when I lost control," Clark said quietly, his
eyes downcast.  "Lois, you were afraid of me."

Lois wanted to argue.  She knew that Clark would never ever hurt her
intentionally.  But he had not been in control of himself in Griffin's
office, and the truth was that she *had* been frightened.  She knew she
couldn't lie to him.

"I was afraid of you," Lois admitted quietly.  Clark's already pained
expression crumbled into absolute despair.  "But Clark," Lois continued, "I
know that you would never willingly hurt me.  I trust you.  I was only
afraid
because I knew you weren't yourself, and up until then I didn't realize just
how strong the influence of Griffin's device on you really was.  I guess I
just took it for granted that you are the strongest man on earth, and the
most gentle.  I never expected there to be something that you couldn't
handle.  Something that could make you so angry, and so completely incapable
of controlling it."

"That's just it, Lois.  It *didn't* make me angry.  The anger had always
been
there.  I just didn't realize it.  And the fear... the fear that I might
lose
you someday... that has always been there too.  Griffin's device didn't
create new feelings, it just manipulated feelings that were already there."

"You can't fault yourself for experiencing anger.  Just because you're
Superman doesn't mean you can't feel, Clark.  In fact, it means you probably
feel more than the rest of us.  All of the tragedy you see, all of the pain,
all of the carelessness and greed.  It's bound to make you feel angry, and
afraid.  And having these feelings doesn't make you a bad person, Clark.
It's part of what makes me love you so much."

"But what if it happens again?"

"It won't.  Kyle and his father are going to be in jail for a very long
time,
and the police have their device."

"That's not what I mean, Lois.  I mean... these feelings have always been
there.  This experience has only brought them closer to the surface.  What
if
I lose control again?  What if, next time, someone gets seriously hurt?  Or
killed?  What if I hurt you?  I don't want you to be afraid of me, Lois.
I'd
rather die than have you fear me."

"I don't fear you Clark.  And I'm never going to leave you.  I'll say that a
million times, if that's what it takes to get you to believe it.  Please
believe me when I say that I love you more than anything, and I will never
knowingly hurt you.  I know I've done some pretty stupid things in the past,
but I don't know why you think I would ever leave you."

Clark climbed underneath the blankets, and Lois climbed in next to him.
She
curled up close to him, and rested her cheek on his chest.

"I guess when my fears started taking over, when I was dreaming of hurting
you, I convinced myself that no matter what, you could never be with me.
You
would never be with someone who would hurt you.  You *should* never be with
someone like that.  So how could you ever be with me?"

Lois looked up at Clark, her eyes bright.  "How could I ever be without
you?"
 She pulled herself up so that her lips reached his.  They shared a brief
but
loving kiss before she settled herself on his chest again.

"Lois, Griffin's device brought forth a whole part of me that I was unaware
of, a part that I'm not sure how to handle."

"But now that we're aware," Lois whispered, "we can handle it together."

"I hope so, Lois.  I hope so."

Clark reached over and turned off the bedside lamp.  Lois pulled herself
closer to Clark's body, and the two lay holding each other in the darkness.

The End
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Rose that was soooo good! I love the way it ended!

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I loved how you left it hanging. It's not really resolved but togther they
can handle anything and it's just another step they have to take. Excellent
Rose!!! Keep up the great writing... I can't wait to read another one!

Kristin
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Very cool story!  You have no reason at all to be nervous!  As I said on the
boards, I love it and can't wait for another story from you! :)

Tara
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Date:         Sun, 16 Apr 2000 10:41:23 -0600
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Hello friends!

Sorry it has taken me so long to come out of the woodwork, but I just got my
laptop back from the shop on Friday, so after my initial fainting episode
resulting from seeing the words "downloading 1 of 492 messages" appear on my
email program <g>, I realized I'm waaaaay behind on everything in my life.
<vbg>

I must say, I'm extremely touched and delighted by the outpouring of
congratulations you all have expressed--both publicly and privately--at the
news of my having my baby.  Thanks, Kathy, for passing the word along!  ;)
Yes, I'm fine and he's fine, and he's beautiful and wonderful and perfect
and....okay, I'm gushing.  I tend to do that a lot lately.  <sg>

Also, Hazel and Jacalyn--you two had me ROTFL with your takes on 'Darkest
Hour' stories!!  Every time I think about them, I laugh even harder.  You
both
are so original and talented that I think I'll just turn the story over to
you
for writing!  I'm sure you could both do a totally fabulous job.  ;)  Thanks
for taking the time to write and post them!  It was a real treat to see them
appear in my email box, especially since every bit of comic relief is a
welcomed thing with my hectic life lately.  ;)

As for getting on with Darkest Hour...well, I must confess, I *have* sat
down
to work on it on a few different occasions these past few days, but whenever
I
arrange to have a few minutes to sit down and work on it, it never fails
that
Trevor makes one of his cute little baby noises, and the next thing I know,
I'm picking him up.  Then after snuggling and staring at him for what seems
like one minute, suddenly my whole work time has passed, and all I have is a
blank screen to show for it.  <sg>  But I promise I'll get back to it soon.
I
just remember from my other three kids how fast they grow up, and since
Trevor
may very well be our last, I find myself wanting to spend every spare second
with him, making sure to savor every moment of the time when he's so little.
;)

Okay, I went waaaay OT there.  Forgive me, list-mom Kathy!  <g>  I think I'm
being hormonal again.  ;)  Anyway, bear with me while my life returns to
normal...if that's possible!  I may be posting-deprived currently, but I'm
still around and enjoying hearing from all of you.  ;)

TTYS!

Erin  (Now if only I could put this perfect little person down long enough
to
tackle that huge sinkful of dishes in the kitchen.... <sigh>)

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Date:         Sun, 16 Apr 2000 11:17:16 -0700
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An extra hug and congrats to you, Erin... You have my best wishes, even if
it takes you until next Kerths to finish the story - savour the little one
while you can...

Melisma (sending cyberhugs your way from under her rock)

At 10:41 AM 16/04/2000 -0600, you wrote:
>Hello friends!
>
>Sorry it has taken me so long to come out of the woodwork, but I just got
my
>laptop back from the shop on Friday, so after my initial fainting episode
>resulting from seeing the words "downloading 1 of 492 messages" appear on
my
>email program <g>, I realized I'm waaaaay behind on everything in my life.
><vbg>
>
>I must say, I'm extremely touched and delighted by the outpouring of
>congratulations you all have expressed--both publicly and privately--at the
>news of my having my baby.  Thanks, Kathy, for passing the word along!  ;)
>Yes, I'm fine and he's fine, and he's beautiful and wonderful and perfect
>and....okay, I'm gushing.  I tend to do that a lot lately.  <sg>
>
>Also, Hazel and Jacalyn--you two had me ROTFL with your takes on 'Darkest
>Hour' stories!!  Every time I think about them, I laugh even harder.  You
both
>are so original and talented that I think I'll just turn the story over to
you
>for writing!  I'm sure you could both do a totally fabulous job.  ;)
Thanks
>for taking the time to write and post them!  It was a real treat to see
them
>appear in my email box, especially since every bit of comic relief is a
>welcomed thing with my hectic life lately.  ;)
>
>As for getting on with Darkest Hour...well, I must confess, I *have* sat
down
>to work on it on a few different occasions these past few days, but
whenever I
>arrange to have a few minutes to sit down and work on it, it never fails
that
>Trevor makes one of his cute little baby noises, and the next thing I know,
>I'm picking him up.  Then after snuggling and staring at him for what seems
>like one minute, suddenly my whole work time has passed, and all I have is
a
>blank screen to show for it.  <sg>  But I promise I'll get back to it
soon.  I
>just remember from my other three kids how fast they grow up, and since
Trevor
>may very well be our last, I find myself wanting to spend every spare
second
>with him, making sure to savor every moment of the time when he's so
little.
>;)
>
>Okay, I went waaaay OT there.  Forgive me, list-mom Kathy!  <g>  I think
I'm
>being hormonal again.  ;)  Anyway, bear with me while my life returns to
>normal...if that's possible!  I may be posting-deprived currently, but I'm
>still around and enjoying hearing from all of you.  ;)
>
>TTYS!
>
>Erin  (Now if only I could put this perfect little person down long enough
to
>tackle that huge sinkful of dishes in the kitchen.... <sigh>)
>
>__________________
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happen."
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>
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Hi Erin,

In a message dated 4/16/00 12:45:41 PM Eastern Daylight Time, erink@IDA.NET
writes:

<< (Now if only I could put this perfect little person down long enough to
 tackle that huge sinkful of dishes in the kitchen.... <sigh>)  >>

Isn't that what the other kids are for? <G>  Barring that, try paper plates.

Enjoy the baby, but try not to get *too* hormonal about it.  I remember when
my baby was little thinking "this is the last time a child of mine will
...."
every time he hit a milestone and getting all teary about it.  Fortunately,
he eventually turned into a teenager, and while I still think "this is the
last time a child of mine will..." now I breathe a huge sigh of relief.
It's
all a matter of perspective. ;)

Ann
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Date:         Sun, 16 Apr 2000 22:37:42 -0400
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I just finished reading ML Thompson's fanfic, The Other Woman,  on the
archives.  It's alt-Clark without Tempus interference.  It was an
incredibly compelling story.  Lois and Clark were well developed and Lana
was nicely "awful".  The story, filled with a solid A and B plot and some
nice waffy moments was well written.  A great read.  My only complaint is
that it's a two parter and the second part hasn't been posted.  This one
leaves the reader in the middle of both the A and B plot.  That was
painful.  I'm anxiously awaiting part 2.

I wanted to e-mail my appreciation to MLThompson personally but the e-mail
address that's on the story was rejected.  Anyone know why?

Gerry
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I'll second this!  This is a great story!  :)  It's also a very long story
(hmm, maybe ML Thompson is trying for a longest story Kerth?  LOL!)

Tara

----- Original Message -----
From: Gerry Anklewicz <gerry_anklewicz@NYNET.NYBE.ON.CA>
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Sent: Sunday, April 16, 2000 7:37 PM
Subject: FanFic Recommendation: The Other Woman

> I just finished reading ML Thompson's fanfic, The Other Woman,  on the
> archives.  It's alt-Clark without Tempus interference.  It was an
> incredibly compelling story.  Lois and Clark were well developed and Lana
> was nicely "awful".  The story, filled with a solid A and B plot and some
> nice waffy moments was well written.  A great read.  My only complaint is
> that it's a two parter and the second part hasn't been posted.  This one
> leaves the reader in the middle of both the A and B plot.  That was
> painful.  I'm anxiously awaiting part 2.
>
> I wanted to e-mail my appreciation to MLThompson personally but the e-mail
> address that's on the story was rejected.  Anyone know why?
>
> Gerry
>
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Date:         Sun, 16 Apr 2000 22:31:40 -0500
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From:         Kathy Brown <kathybrown91@HOME.COM>
Subject:      Re: FanFic Recommendation: The Other Woman

On Sun, 16 Apr 2000 19:45:15 -0700, StarKitty <starkitty__@HOTMAIL.COM>
wrote:

>I'll second this!  This is a great story!  :)  It's also a very long story
>(hmm, maybe ML Thompson is trying for a longest story Kerth?  LOL!)

LOL, yes, a long story, but not even close on the "longest story Kerth
award"
scale. <g>  The Other Woman, Part One, is just shy of 200K ... we had a few
dozen stories longer than that in 1999 alone. <g>

I think Labrat might have the longest story with Caped Fear, which is about
a
Meg (1000K ... yes, there are 3 zeros there <g>), though Debby's My Journal
and Dawning, if you add up all their parts, may be at least that big, also.

The funny thing is, I remember when 200K *was* an amazingly long L&C fanfic.
How times have changed! :)

Oh, and as for ML's email address ... I sent her "rec'd" notice to
<thomplaw@tbaytel.net> and it went through fine, as far as I know.  It
didn't
bounce back to me.

And finally ... never fear!  Part Two will be posted next weekend.  It's
another long one -- just over 150K. :)

Kathy
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I totally agree with you Gerry.
merry

Gerry Anklewicz wrote:

> I just finished reading ML Thompson's fanfic, The Other Woman,  on the
> archives.  It's alt-Clark without Tempus interference.  It was an
> incredibly compelling story.  Lois and Clark were well developed and Lana
> was nicely "awful".  The story, filled with a solid A and B plot and some
> nice waffy moments was well written.  A great read.  My only complaint is
> that it's a two parter and the second part hasn't been posted.  This one
> leaves the reader in the middle of both the A and B plot.  That was
> painful.  I'm anxiously awaiting part 2.
>
> I wanted to e-mail my appreciation to MLThompson personally but the e-mail
> address that's on the story was rejected.  Anyone know why?
>
> Gerry
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Date:         Sun, 16 Apr 2000 21:57:44 -0700
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From:         avia <aviatiko@EXCITE.COM>
Subject:      OT:Happy Passover
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The subject says it all!
I'll be gone for a week helping my Mom get the house ready for Passover and
just wanted to wish everyone a great week and a happy Passover.

                                                   Avia in Israel

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Date:         Sun, 16 Apr 2000 23:28:07 -0700
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Subject:      FanFic Recommendation: A Concious Choice: The Morning After
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Oh Great Author, I thy humble Number One Fan salute thee...

I just read A Concious Choice 2, on the archive - if none of my fellow
Wendy Richards' Number One Fans have read it yet, haste thee there. Tis
wondrously waffy, with our Fearless Author's usual engaging, creative
style. And as always when I read her stories, I found another word I did
not previously know... Educational as well as entertaining, Oh Great One ;)
I salute thee again, and await with impatience thy next story...

Melisma (hauling her iron out from under her rock and using it to
straighten out her tongue, before rushing to her bookshelf to find her
dictionary :)
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Date:         Mon, 17 Apr 2000 00:40:43 -0600
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I went to the nfic Archives but was unable to view  this story.
it kept asking me for the password and the one for the site isn't working.
Can someone help me?

Alicia
bka
Kismet

"Our love is like a rose, beautiful when it is in bloom, but it can't last
forever..."
~Darien~
Sailor Moon
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Date:         Mon, 17 Apr 2000 04:52:16 -0500
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As many of you know, Wendy Richards (apparently among several, if not many
FoLCs) hates Soulmates with a passion. It's a sort of running joke on
Zoom's message boards, and she fed me such a straight line that I wrote my
own little rewrite of the ep. Since she thinks it deserves to be made into
a vignette, and I don't, I have compromised by sending the rewrite to the
list. ;)

Here's the snippet from the script:

         WELLS

Well, it's a long story, and I'm
afraid we don't have much time.
But the short of it is, I'm here to
help you reverse a terrible curse.

         CLARK

A curse... ?

         WELLS

Cast upon your love centuries ago
by a wicked, vindictive soul bound
and determined to destroy your
love.  Forever.
       (off their looks)
Right.  I didn't think you'd
believe me.  Which is why I wanted
to confirm my suspicions first.
       (hands them newspaper)
Tomorrow's headline, if you
consummate...

   INSERT - THE DAILY PLANET

The column one headline, over Lois's PHOTO:  MYSTERY ILLNESS CLAIMS LOIS
LANE.  Below: CLARK KENT MOURNS HIS BRIDE.

Clark's shocked.  Nothing, however, surprises Lois anymore.

            LOIS

A curse.  Naturally, why not?

Now, here's my version of how to continue:

<insert sudden static>

Clark suddenly gets that cute determined look on his face.

             CLARK

I'll tell you why not, Mr. Wells. I don't believe that the future is fixed.
I'm grateful for how you've helped us in the past, but quite frankly, it
was your stupidity in letting Tempus come to our time with you in the first
place that got us into trouble.

(over Wells' attempts to interrupt)

You've crossed to alternate dimensions before, and this newspaper of yours
is clearly from a different dimension than ours. The typesetting is
12-point, and Perry always insists on 10-point to get the most out of the
paper.

(Lois gives a double-take and takes a closer look)

                  LOIS

You're right, Clark! Wow, what a relief.

Clark turns Wells around and pushes him out the door.

                    CLARK

Thanks for stopping by, though. Good night!

He slams the door, double checks it's locked, then...

                     CLARK, continued

Now, sweetheart... where were we...?

< show ends with 47-minute montage of WAFFY moments >

Sorry about the 10/12-point crack, that's also from the boards...

Hazel
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In a message dated 4/14/00 7:03:47 PM !!!First Boot!!!, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM
writes:
<< Part 10 Coming Soon >>

Please, please, please, very soon.

You've got the buildup of tension right,
that's for sure.

I'm in distress here.

Charlotte
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Date:         Mon, 17 Apr 2000 08:54:39 EDT
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In a message dated 4/16/00 4:45:41 PM !!!First Boot!!!, erink@IDA.NET
writes:

<<  whenever I
 arrange to have a few minutes to sit down and work on it, it never fails
that
 Trevor makes one of his cute little baby noises, and the next thing I know,
 I'm picking him up.  Then after snuggling and staring at him for what seems
 like one minute, suddenly my whole work time has passed, and all I have is
a
 blank screen to show for it.  <sg>  >>

This happens with a new baby.  They need all the love and attention they can
get, so we will all wait patiently for the rest of Darkest Hour.

Charlotte
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--- Charlotte Fisler <Cdfisler@AOL.COM> wrote:
> Please, please, please, very soon.
>
> You've got the buildup of tension right,
> that's for sure.
>
> I'm in distress here.
>
> Charlotte

Thank you Charlotte.

I knew what I was doing to everyone when I ended it
there. <VBEG>

I hope to have Part 10 out ahead of schedule but RL is
threatening to put a crip into that.

James, who wishes his company would make up their mind
when they plan to fly me to Chicago.

PS.  I will be in Sweden from May 5 - 11 with a NINE
HOUR layover at Gatwick in London on the 6.

Does anyone know any good places to visit near the
Gatwick airport for a sleep deprived St. Louisian?

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Date:         Mon, 17 Apr 2000 14:19:04 +0100
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> Does anyone know any good places to visit near the
> Gatwick airport for a sleep deprived St. Louisian?
>

Gatwick Airport is (almost) in the middle of nowhere, but there is a direct
and fast rail link into London Victoria station, which is pretty close to
Central London if you want to go sightseeing. I don't know how long it
takes, but if you go to this site http://www.railtrack.co.uk/travel/ and hit
'timetables' and enter Gatwick and London (it will then offer you a choice
of London stations, possibly including Charing Cross, which is even more
central than Victoria - and think '88 Charing Cross Road' <g>) you'll find
out.

Wendy
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Kathy: Thanks for the information re the next posting and ML Thompson's
e-mail address.
Gerry
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LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU writes:
>The subject says it all!
>I'll be gone for a week helping my Mom get the house ready for Passover
>and
>just wanted to wish everyone a great week and a happy Passover.
>
>
>                                                   Avia in Israel

Let me echo Avia's wishes to all for a happy passover.  I'll be using my
break and rest times to relax with fanfic and list mail.
Gerry
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Thanks Wendy. I will probably store my stuff in a
locker and take a tour.

James

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LOL Mel!! And thank you... I'm blushing again!

> And as always when I read her stories, I found another word I did
> not previously know... Educational as well as entertaining, Oh Great One
;)

So what word was that, then?

Curious,

Wendy
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Alicia I just tried and got in fine. Have you checked to make sure you
don't have caps locked when you type in the password?
TerriAnn

--- Alicia Ablola <kismet@NMT.EDU> wrote:
> I went to the nfic Archives but was unable to view  this story.
> it kept asking me for the password and the one for the site isn't
> working.
> Can someone help me?
>
> Alicia

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>The subject says it all!
>I'll be gone for a week helping my Mom get the house ready for Passover and
>just wanted to wish everyone a great week and a happy Passover.
>
>
>                                                   Avia in Israel
>
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Thanks, and to you too and a Happy Easter as well, Carolyn
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Well, I still think this is hilarious, and far better than the original ep!
Okay, who's going to fill in those 47 minutes (more like 40, really,
considering the total ep time is 45) of WAFFy moments? <g>

Wendy
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******************
Metropolis
August 29, 1994
******************
Clark gracefully winded his way through he maze of bodies and desks in the
area of the Daily Planet newsroom known as the pit.  Here it was, 8:15 on a
Monday morning, (the first day back too) and it was as if it had never
closed. The noise and chaos belied the fact that the planet had been closed
for three months and might have been closed permanently if not for Mr.
Stern.

Clark made it to his desk without spilling a drop of coffee and sat down.
Lois had wanted to meet him at 8:30 so he could be with her when she told
Perry and Jimmy about the pregnancy. She planned on telling Perry so he
would be forewarned about and to discuss maternity leave but more
importantly because Perry and Jimmy were important to her and she needed
their support. The same reason she wanted Clark there when she told them.
She hadn't mentioned when she would "announce," the news to the rest of the
newsroom. She didn't mentioned what she planned to do when the news of her
pregnancy became public knowledge.  Or how she wanted to handle it. He
wondered if she had even thought about it, he wondered if she had thought
about a lot of things.

The news of Lois=92 pregnancy had shocked and unsettled him. He had been
furthered surprised by the quickness with which she decided on the fate of
the pregnancy. Clark was relieved that she had opted against the abortion.
All things said and done, the idea of aborting a baby for reasons other
than rape or health concerns didn't sit well with him. So that was not an
issue.

However, he was worried at how quickly she had dismissed the idea of
adoption. He wondered if Lois was ready for motherhood.

He had never in his heart doubted that Lois would make a wonderful mother
some day. Some day. Some day farther in the future. When she had worked out
all her unresolved feelings and thoughts on families and marriages. When
she had found more of a balance between her personal life and her career.
Not using one as a refuge from the former.

When Lois had fallen in love with him, and they had married and decided to
raise a family.  Then he would be at her side and they could help each
other and depend on each other.

But that wasn't to be. Things had worked out differently. He'd be there to
help her and support but not as he had hoped.

He wasn't surprised, per se, by her choice of keeping the baby. Lois would
approach motherhood like she did everything else, with her trademark fierce
resolve and determination.  This was her child and she would not give it
up, despite the strain on her life.

He just wondered if she was ready.

=93 Kent, could you come in my office?=94 Perry =91s voice broke his
concentration.

Clark swiveled around in his chair and looked at Perry then past him into
his office. Both Lois and Jimmy were already there, Lois seated in a large
plaid chair with half her body turned towards him.

Clark quickly looked at his watch; it was 8:30, and back at Lois. How had
she gotten here without him noticing?

=93 Son, are you going to be joining us sometime today?=94

=93 Oh, of course,=94 Clark got up from his chair and walked towards his
boss, =93sorry about that.=94
   ********************************************************************
The group sat in a thoughtful silence in Perry=92s office. Not according to
their plan Lois had told Jimmy and Perry the news almost immediately after
she got into the office.

Clark stood behind Lois chair where they face Perry across his desk and
Jimmy at his side.

=93Lois, honey, uh well,=94 Perry seemed to be at a loss for words, =93 are
=
you
going to be ok? This is a big thing to handle by yourself. Well you won=92t
be by yourself, really, I=92ll do anything for you and I am sure Jimmy and
Clark will help any way they can. Do your folks know about this?=94

=93 Yes, Perry. My mother and Lucy were a big help. I am sorry I didn=92t
te=
ll
you or Jimmy sooner but I hadn=92t really seen either of you that much over
the summer and it=92s not really something you tell someone over the
phone--=
-
=93

=93 Oh honey, don=92t worry about that.=94 Perry was quiet again. =93 Have
y=
ou
thought about when you want the news to become, well, public?=94

=93 Not yet, Perry. I just want for all the fuss over my wedding to die
down=

before I have to deal with the reaction to this.=94

=93 Alright.=94

There was a quick knock at the door before it opened. Ralph strolled in
=93S=
o
are we having a staff meeting today or what?=94

=93 Son, if you want to keep your job, learn one thing: When that door is
shut do not come in until I have told you to, understand?=94

Ralph stood there dumbly and nodded his head.

=93Good. Well, I guess that wraps up this little meeting.=94 Perry looked
at=

Lois for her affirmation, she nodded, =93 so you kids head off to the board
room.=94

Lois got up and all four headed towards the door.

=93 Clark, why don=92t you stay back I want to talk to you for a minute.=94

Clark stood again, by the now empty chair.

=93 Have a seat, son.=94 Perry seated himself at his desk.

=93 You seemed a bit distant during the meeting and I was wondering what
you=

thought about all of this.=94

=93 Uh, I am pretty much on the same page as you and Jimmy. Why do you
ask?=94=

=93 Hmmm, well it=92s just that I know how close you and Lois are, and I
nev=
er
doubted that you would support her, but it=92s because I know how close the
two of you are that I wonder if you are having any=85 reservations about
the=

pregnancy?=94

Clark was sure he had a dumb look on his face at that moment. He was a bit
mystified as to where Perry was going with this.

=93 I just put it bluntly that it was obvious you were not pleased with
Lois=
=92
engagement and I am wording how you feel about her pregnancy. Is there
anything you want to talk about?=94

Ah =96 ha. Clark thought that=92s where this was leading.

=93 I can=92t really say, Perry.=94 He caught a look at Perry=92s raised
bro=
ws and
continued. =93 It=92s not that I won=92t it=92s just that I am not sure.=94

Which was the truth.  He had been dealing with his conflicting emotions
since May. His mind told him to be reasonable about this situation.  That
even though he and Lois were friends and even though he loved her, he had
no control over her life. She had been engaged to Lex and was now pregnant
with his child. His role was to be her supportive friend and put his own
feelings aside.

But his heart, his heart felt like it had been betrayed. He didn=92t have
an=
y
ties to Lois but it still killed him to know she and Lex had been that
intimate. And even though it was wrong and completely irrational he did
feel prejudiced against her baby.

=93  I am just feeling conflicted on some things.=94

=93 That=92s understandable, son. If you ever need to talk I=92ll be right
h=
ere.=94

=93 Thanks, Perry.=94

=93 Well, come on now, we have meeting to get to.=94

To be continued=85.
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I need two pieces info:

1. Is it the Metropolis Star?

and

2. Which episode has Jonathan upset about Martha posing for a nude portrait.

James
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1.  Yes, I believe it is the Metropolis Star

and

2.  I'm pretty sure the episode in question is Ides of Metropolis.
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On Mon, 17 Apr 2000 22:15:35 EDT, Rose Cookson <Rcpeaches2@AOL.COM> wrote:

>1.  Yes, I believe it is the Metropolis Star
>
>and
>
>2.  I'm pretty sure the episode in question is Ides of Metropolis.

Thank you.

By the way:
Wasn't that an awfully LARGE painting to bring to Metropolis?  It must have
been very awkward on the Plane?

James
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In a message dated 4/17/00 7:23:03 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM
writes:

<< By the way:
 Wasn't that an awfully LARGE painting to bring to Metropolis?  It must have
 been very awkward on the Plane?
  >>

Yes, as I recall, it was a very large painting.  However, I've never been on
a plane before, so I don't really know how awkward it would be.

Rose
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              e-publishing

The article title is "Freedom—Or Copyright?" and the specific URL is:

http://www.techreview.com/articles/may00/stallman.htm

I first ran across a head-ups for this article on one of my romance genre
related lists, but once I went there to read it I found a fanfic tie-in
that I thought some of you might be interested in. The article itself is
fairly intriguing, although basically an opinion piece on e-publishing in
general. What was even more fascinating to me was the related Intellectual
Property message forum. There's a link to the forum at the end of the
article but here it is also:

http://www.techreview.com/forums/list.php3?num=1

Look specifically for the thread on fanfiction. Warning, I've been reading
through that particular thread this evening literally for hours now and
have yet to be able to tear myself away from it. Very interesting and
thought-provoking reading.

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Final Forgiveness II:  The Party-- Perry's Story (5/?)
by Alicia U. (alicia3456@aol.com, lxu2@po.cwru.edu)

Lucy's face glowed as she smiled at her sister.  She ran towards her
sister=20
and enveloped her in a hug.  "Lois, it's so good to see you again.  I
missed=
=20
you."

    Lois had not forgotten Clark standing behind the couch, still in his=20
Superman uniform, but she hugged Lucy as tightly as she could.  "I know,
sis=
.=20
 I missed you too.  It's so good to have you home!"

    Lucy backed away from Lois and they both turned to Clark.  Lucy
grinned=20
like the Cheshire Cat when she said, "I told Clark I wanted to see you
befor=
e=20
I went over to Mom's."

    Lois opened and closed her mouth.  How had Lucy known about Clark?
Had=20
Clark told her?  Had she figured it out?  Lois addressed Clark, "Honey,
Lucy=
=20
knows?"

    Lucy nodded happily.  "I figured it out, Lois.  And I think it's
really=20
cool.  My sister's married to Superman!"

    Clark sat down on the couch heavily.  "Lois, she figured it out.  I
don'=
t=20
know how, but she did.  I know we wanted to tell them together, I'm sorry."

    Lois moved behind the couch and wrapped her arms around Clark's neck.
=20
"It's okay, honey.  Lucy, how did you figure it out.  It took me two years
o=
f=20
working with him every day to figure it out."

    Lucy winked and then said, "Well, sis, I guess some Lanes are more=20
observant than others."

    Lois glared at her sister, but then she smiled.  "Seriously, Luce,
how=20
did you figure it out?"

    "Well, my roommate, Jenny=85"

    Lois groaned; she remembered the time she had spoken to Jenny on the=20
phone.  That woman had the gall to ask her how Superman was in bed.  Of=20
course he was wonderful, but it wasn't Jenny's business to know.  "Oh no,
no=
t=20
Jenny."

    "Yeah, well, she kinda ambushed Clark when he came in.  And he made a=20
face that I remember Clark making the last time I saw him, so I just made
th=
e=20
connection."

    Clark smiled and tilted his head up to give Lois a kiss.  "I guess all
o=
f=20
the Lanes have investigative skills in their genes."

    Lois' eyes sparkled when she looked at Lucy.  "I'm glad you know,
Lucy.=20=
=20
You know I trust you, but I just have to remind you not to tell anyone
about=
=20
this, not even Mother."

    Clark grabbed Lois hand and said, "Lois, she's not going to tell
anyone=20
about me."

    Suddenly Lucy sat fell down onto a chair and her face twisted almost
as=20
if she were in pain.  She muttered, "Oh my God, Clark is Superman!"

    Lois nodded, her face clearly showing her confusion.  "Yes, but you
knew=
=20
that."

    Lucy started sweating and ran a hand through her hair nervously.
"Clark=
=20
is Superman."

    Lois quickly moved to stand next to Lucy's chair.  She held her
sister's=
=20
hand and asked quietly, "Lucy, what's wrong?"

    Lucy stared blankly at her sister, almost like she didn't realize
Lois=20
was standing right there next to her.  Her mind was racing faster than
she=20
could keep up with it.  Even though she had flown in Clark's arms a mere
few=
=20
minutes before, it seemed to take on a dream-like quality to her, and she=20
almost wanted to believe that it truly was a dream.  Clark was Superman. =20
That would certainly take some getting used to.  Suddenly, she squeezed
Lois=
'=20
hand more tightly as she finally seemed to realize Lois and Clark were
still=
=20
in the room.  She smiled wanly at her sister; those tabloid journalists
had=20
been right.  Lois had a fling with Superman, indeed, only there was a
whole=20
dimension here that no one had explored. =20

Lucy broke free of Lois' grip and she began pacing around the living room.
=20
Clark and Lois both watched her, exchanging slightly bemused looks.  =20

Lucy thought back to that night more than three years ago when Lois had
firs=
t=20
met Superman.  Superman was the first man in such a long while that Lois
had=
=20
babbled on and on about to Lucy.  In fact, Lucy doubted that Superman
would=20
ever give her sister the time of day.  And throughout the years, Lucy had=20
heard all the rumors about her sister and Superman, but she had never=20
honestly believed them.  Now to find out that all off the rumors were
true=20
seriously knocked Lucy out of her equilibrium.  It seemed like everything=20
that she held certain in the world was crashing around her.  Okay, maybe
it=20
wasn't quite that bad, but for some reason this hurt Lucy.  Why hadn't
Lois=20
chosen to tell her sooner?  Why did she have to figure it out for herself?
=20
Lucy had thought their relationship was stronger than that.  But maybe it=20
wasn't.

    Lois and Clark watched in amazement as Lucy continued pacing.  She=20
muttered, "How?  Lois, I've always knew you had a thing for Superman,
ever=20
since the first time you met him.  But why didn't you tell me about this=20
before?  And after all I'd done to try to convince you to give up your=20
Superman fantasy and look at the wonderful man you see every day.  Some=20
respect I get.  I'll bet you were laughing at me the whole time.  And I=20
suppose Mom doesn't know either.  Huh, this is just so weird!"

    Lois put a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder to stop her
pacing.=20=
=20
"Lucy, I know this is a shock.  Try to imagine how I felt when I found
out.=20=
=20
I mean, he asked me to marry him before he told me.  And why didn't I
tell=20
you earlier?  Well you have to understand that this is a huge secret.  I
was=
=20
the first person that Clark's ever told about himself other than his
parents=
,=20
so you should feel honored that you're the second person he's shared his=20
secret with."

    "What?!?"  Lucy's eyes opened wide and she turned to Clark with her
mout=
h=20
hanging open.  "You didn't tell Lois that you're Superman until after you=20
proposed?  What a creep, Lois, what did you do?"

    Clark turned away and Lois smiled at him.  "Well, he didn't know that
I'=
d=20
already figured it out.  I wanted him to tell me for himself, but then
when=20=
I=20
thought he was going to tell me, he ended up proposing to me."

    Clark interjected, "But, honey, I was going to tell you as soon as
you=20
answered me." =20

    Clark stood and wrapped Lois in his arms.  He continued, "I needed to=20
know if Lois loved me for the person I really am, Clark, rather than for
the=
=20
man in the Suit."

    Lucy studied her sister and her husband.  The two of them made such a=20
cute couple; she looked like she fit perfectly against his chest, and
every=20
time they looked at each other, Lucy could see the love radiating from
their=
=20
eyes.  It was like everything else vanished from the room, and they only
had=
=20
eyes for each other.

    Lucy sighed; how she wished she could find someone she could share
her=20
life with like that.

    Lois and Clark must have forgotten Lucy was in the room, for Lois=20
whispered what sounded like, "I already loved you, Clark." =20

    And then Clark breathed, "You know I've loved you since the moment I
lai=
d=20
eyes on you."

    Lois nodded and outlined the "S" on his Suit before she said, "And
I'll=20
always love you 'til the end of time."

    Lucy turned the other way as her sister and brother-in-law engaged in
a=20
passionate kiss.  Finally Lucy cleared her throat to remind them that
there=20
was, indeed, someone else in the room.

    Lois and Clark looked up, both slightly shocked that Lucy was still=20
there.  Lois' cheeks reddened as she spoke.  "Oh, Luce.  We must have=20
forgotten you were still here.  Sorry."

    Clark added, "Yeah, we're sorry," almost sounding that he was more
sorry=
=20
that Lucy had interrupted them than sorry that they had embarrassed Lucy.

    It seemed so funny to Lucy that Clark was still wearing his Superman=20
suit, but he was acting just like the brother-in-law she had always known.
=20
It was still hard for Lucy to reconcile, but now she was beginning to=20
understand that Clark was Superman, but he was, first and foremost, Lois'=20
husband, Clark Kent.  =20

    Lucy wondered what it was like living with Superman.  Like she had
told=20
Jenny, she wondered how often Clark was called away for emergencies.  Had
he=
=20
ever left to be Superman while they were in the throws of passion?  What
did=
=20
they do at work when he had to leave?  Did Lois have to cover for him=20
constantly?  How did Lois feel about that?  But those were questions for=20
another time, like when Clark wasn't around. =20

    Lois cast a glance at the clock.  "We only have half an hour 'til we
hav=
e=20
to be at Mother's.  We'd better get going."

    As soon as Lois finished talking, Clark transformed into a blur.  To=20
Lucy, he looked like the Tasmanian Devil of Loony Toons fame.  He almost=20
created a whirlwind of red and blue, and a second later, Clark stood
dressed=
=20
in a black tee shirt and a faded pair of blue jeans with his glasses in
his=20
hand.  Lucy stared slack-jawed at Clark.  In less than a second, Clark
had=20
transformed himself from Superman to Clark, and Lucy was amazed at the=20
difference a new hairstyle and a pair of glasses could make. =20

    Suddenly a question played in Lucy's mind.  "Clark, where did the
boots=20
go?"
   =20
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expression etched on his face, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *  =20
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Ok, I admit, I haven't been able to keep up with this wonderful story.  But
I do love this story, and I promise I'll do my very best to catch up as soon
as I have time.  I did take the time to skim this one and loved it!  I know
Nan's been reading it, too, and thinks it's wonderful!

S
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    Suddenly a question played in Lucy's mind.  "Clark, where did the boots
go?"

    Both Lois and Clark chuckled and Clark said with a mock-serious
expression etched on his face, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

<<<

LOL!  I loved this part!   It just shows so well how wonderful a guy Clark
really is! :)

Tara
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Ok, here's the long (yeah, right!) awaited next part to Threads.  =
Remember, I want feedback--both the "I loved it" type and the detailed =
critiques--it's the only way I can improve the story!  :)

Oh, and I know this part is kind of short, but I just couldn't make it =
any longer--sorry!

Threads of Confusion part 11

Maggie slowly pulled herself out of blackness with the realization that =
she was warm and dry. The last thing she clearly remembered was being =
soaked and freezing so this was something of a surprise.

>From what she could feel, she was tucked into a bed. From the antiseptic =
smell in the air, she was in a hospital. Something nearby beeped softly =
and regularly. In the distance, she could hear muted voices. Slowly, she =
opened her eyes.

She was in a hospital room. Unidentified machinery sat near her bed =
displaying various readings. Above her hung an IV filled with a clear =
liquid and a tube went from it to her left arm. The door to the room was =
closed. She started to push herself to a sitting position and spotted =
Jimmy standing at the window looking out.=20

"Jimmy?" she said. Her voice sounded like she hadn't used it in years.

Jimmy spun around, relief spreading across his face. "Mags! You're =
awake! How are you feeling?"

She cleared her throat. "Pretty good, actually. What happened?"

"You drowned, Maggie!" Jimmy looked and sounded extremely upset as he =
came over to her. "If I hadn't been there . . . I . I almost lost you!"

Maggie put a hand on his arm. "I'm all right, Jimmy!"

Jimmy caught her up in an embrace. Maggie could feel him trembling. He'd =
been really worried about her! Maybe he hadn't meant quitting being Sara =
permanently before. "It's ok, Jimmy. I'm fine! Ouch!"

His embrace had tightened until it became painful. At her exclamation, =
he instantly released her and jumped back. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine!" She paused for a minute. "Wait a minute! That shouldn't =
have hurt! I'm almost invulnerable!"

"Not anymore," Jimmy looked, if possible, even more worried. "They =
didn't have any problem getting that IV in. I don't know how, but your =
powers . . . they've uh transferred to me."

"What?" Maggie asked flatly. She felt herself go pale. "How is that =
possible? How could that happen?"

"I don't know. I figured it out after I pulled you out of the water when =
I realized I didn't feel cold." Jimmy looked, if anything, more worried =
than before.

Maggie took a deep breath. "Ok, Dr. Klein should be able to figure this =
out for us. We have to get to him somehow."

"That's going to be a problem. There's a bunch of news crews out there =
waiting for you to wake up. I guess they heard you'd been brought in."

Maggie glanced down at her left arm then impatiently pulled the tube =
out. "So we sneak out. I'm going to need a disguise and you're going to =
have to get it."

"What should I get?"

"I don't care. Just as long as it covers this," she looked down at her =
black outfit, which she still wore. "There is no way I can sneak out in =
this!"

Jimmy nodded and went to the door. He opened the door a crack and peered =
down the hall, then slipped quickly out, closing it softly behind him.

After he'd gone, Maggie climbed out of the bed and went over to the =
window to look out. How could her powers have transferred to Jimmy like =
that? And how was she going to deal with it? Since her powers started =
appearing at about twelve she'd grown to rely on them. Without them she =
felt incredibly vulnerable--things that wouldn't have bothered her =
before could now kill her. If Dr. Klein didn't have an answer for her . =
. .

A flash of light behind her made her spin, pulse racing. A man was =
standing in the center of the room. He was an older man with brown hair =
and eyes. He was wearing a black outfit much like the one she wore, =
except that the logo on the front of his outfit was the letter Q instead =
of a S.

"Hello, Maggie! How are you feeling today? Not as well as yesterday, I'd =
say. Of course, you had your powers yesterday." The man had an arrogant =
tone to his voice that instantly set Maggie on edge.

"Who are you and why are you calling me Maggie?" How could he possibly =
know who she really was? She was still in her black costume!

"Didn't I introduce myself? No, I guess I didn't. You can call me Q of =
the Q continuum." He smiled arrogantly at her. "I know everything about =
you!"

Maggie stared at him for a long moment, then laughed shortly. "You have =
got to be kidding."

"Would this face lie?"

Maggie frowned at him. "How did you get in here?"

"Try to stretch your puny mortal mind around this--I am a Q. We are =
nearly omnipotent beings far greater than any mere human can possibly =
comprehend. I have no need for mortal devices such as doors. I simply =
will myself to be somewhere and I am there."

Maggie was thinking furiously. "Nearly omnipotent powers, huh? And this =
applies to everything? Not just your physical location?"

"Of course it does," he replied. "Why with a wave of my hand I could =
wipe out Metropolis and everyone in it."

"You transferred my powers to Jimmy, didn't you!"

"Of course I did. Everything gets much more interesting when you have to =
deal with your problems on a human basis." Q sighed.=20

Maggie stalked up to him, fury growing inside her. "Transfer my powers =
back to me immediately!"

"Sorry. No can do. You're going to have to find a way to transfer them =
back yourselves."

"How dare you come into my life and muck things up! You have no idea =
what you're messing with here! We have a crisis on our hands and =
Metropolis needs me--"

"Metropolis needs me . . . we've got a crisis. . ." Q whined. He shook =
his head. "Don't you ever stop whining? You don't even truly understand =
the nature of the danger at hand, do you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the spatial rift you were investigating the other =
night."

"What are you. . ." Maggie gasped in sudden comprehension. "The =
explosion north of Metropolis that no one can explain. That's a spatial =
rift?"

"Yes, and it will only get larger unless you do something about it." He =
looked her directly in the eyes. "Now do you understand? It isn't only =
Metropolis at stake here--it is quite possibly the fate of the entire =
puny dirtball you call home."

"You have to give me my powers back!" Maggie fixed his gaze with an =
intense one of her own. "I can't do this without them!"

"Oh, yes you can. Just use some of that highly overrated imagination you =
humanoids are so proud of."

"But. . ."

The door to the corridor without opened suddenly to admit Jimmy. He was =
carrying a small bundle of green clothing. He was peering behind him =
down the hall as he entered.=20

"I've got our disguises, Mags," he said and turned. He came to an abrupt =
halt when he took in the scene before him. "What's going on? Who is this =
guy?"

"Well, if it isn't your boyfriend, what was his name again? Stuperboy?" =
Q shook his head. "I'll be around."

He snapped his fingers and vanished in a flash of white light.

"Who was that?" Jimmy asked after a moment of stunned silence.

"I'll tell you later. We've got a bigger problem than we thought we did. =
I have to get out of here right away!" She indicated the clothing. =
"Those our disguises?"

The green clothing turned out to be scrub outfits like Maggie had seen =
doctors wearing. Jimmy had brought two pairs so they could both sneak =
out without being noticed. They quickly donned the outfits and snuck out =
into the hallway. Miraculously, nobody seemed to notice them and they =
managed to get out of the hospital without anyone the wiser. As soon as =
they were clear, Jimmy ditched the scrubs. Maggie prudently, hung onto =
hers. She was just too conspicuous in the black skin-tight outfit she =
wore as Sara.

Maggie made a quick phone call to let the Kent's know she was all right =
before she and Jimmy headed for STAR Labs.

to be continued. . .

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the=20
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<P><FONT face=3DArial>Threads of Confusion part 11</FONT></P>
<P>Maggie slowly pulled herself out of blackness with the realization =
that she=20
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and=20
freezing so this was something of a surprise.</P>
<P>From what she could feel, she was tucked into a bed. From the =
antiseptic=20
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and=20
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opened her=20
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displaying various readings. Above her hung an IV filled with a clear =
liquid and=20
a tube went from it to her left arm. The door to the room was closed. =
She=20
started to push herself to a sitting position and spotted Jimmy standing =
at the=20
window looking out. </P>
<P>"Jimmy?" she said. Her voice sounded like she hadn&#8217;t used it in =
years.</P>
<P>Jimmy spun around, relief spreading across his face. "Mags! =
You&#8217;re awake! How=20
are you feeling?"</P>
<P>She cleared her throat. "Pretty good, actually. What happened?"</P>
<P>"You drowned, Maggie!" Jimmy looked and sounded extremely upset as he =
came=20
over to her. "If I hadn&#8217;t been there . . . I . I almost lost =
you!"</P>
<P>Maggie put a hand on his arm. "I&#8217;m all right, Jimmy!"</P>
<P>Jimmy caught her up in an embrace. Maggie could feel him trembling. =
He&#8217;d been=20
really worried about her! Maybe he hadn&#8217;t meant quitting being =
Sara permanently=20
before. "It&#8217;s ok, Jimmy. I&#8217;m fine! Ouch!"</P>
<P>His embrace had tightened until it became painful. At her =
exclamation, he=20
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you?"</P>
<P>"No, I&#8217;m fine!" She paused for a minute. "Wait a minute! That =
shouldn&#8217;t have=20
hurt! I&#8217;m almost invulnerable!"</P>
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didn&#8217;t=20
have any problem getting that IV in. I don&#8217;t know how, but your =
powers . . .=20
they&#8217;ve uh transferred to me."</P>
<P>"What?" Maggie asked flatly. She felt herself go pale. "How is that =
possible?=20
How could that happen?"</P>
<P>"I don&#8217;t know. I figured it out after I pulled you out of the =
water when I=20
realized I didn&#8217;t feel cold." Jimmy looked, if anything, more =
worried than=20
before.</P>
<P>Maggie took a deep breath. "Ok, Dr. Klein should be able to figure =
this out=20
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crews out there=20
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in."</P>
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out. "So=20
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to have to get=20
it."</P>
<P>"What should I get?"</P>
<P>"I don&#8217;t care. Just as long as it covers this," she looked down =
at her black=20
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this!"</P>
<P>Jimmy nodded and went to the door. He opened the door a crack and =
peered down=20
the hall, then slipped quickly out, closing it softly behind him.</P>
<P>After he&#8217;d gone, Maggie climbed out of the bed and went over to =
the window to=20
look out. How could her powers have transferred to Jimmy like that? And =
how was=20
she going to deal with it? Since her powers started appearing at about =
twelve=20
she&#8217;d grown to rely on them. Without them she felt incredibly =
vulnerable--things=20
that wouldn&#8217;t have bothered her before could now kill her. If Dr. =
Klein didn&#8217;t=20
have an answer for her . . .</P>
<P>A flash of light behind her made her spin, pulse racing. A man was =
standing=20
in the center of the room. He was an older man with brown hair and eyes. =
He was=20
wearing a black outfit much like the one she wore, except that the logo =
on the=20
front of his outfit was the letter Q instead of a S.</P>
<P>"Hello, Maggie! How are you feeling today? Not as well as yesterday, =
I&#8217;d say.=20
Of course, you had your powers yesterday." The man had an arrogant tone =
to his=20
voice that instantly set Maggie on edge.</P>
<P>"Who are you and why are you calling me Maggie?" How could he =
possibly know=20
who she really was? She was still in her black costume!</P>
<P>"Didn&#8217;t I introduce myself? No, I guess I didn&#8217;t. You can =
call me Q of the Q=20
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you!"</P>
<P>Maggie stared at him for a long moment, then laughed shortly. "You =
have got=20
to be kidding."</P>
<P>"Would this face lie?"</P>
<P>Maggie frowned at him. "How did you get in here?"</P>
<P>"Try to stretch your puny mortal mind around this--I am a Q. We are =
nearly=20
omnipotent beings far greater than any mere human can possibly =
comprehend. I=20
have no need for mortal devices such as doors. I simply will myself to =
be=20
somewhere and I am there."</P>
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this=20
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<P>"Of course it does," he replied. "Why with a wave of my hand I could =
wipe out=20
Metropolis and everyone in it."</P>
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<P>"Of course I did. Everything gets much more interesting when you have =
to deal=20
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<P>Maggie stalked up to him, fury growing inside her. "Transfer my =
powers back=20
to me immediately!"</P>
<P>"Sorry. No can do. You&#8217;re going to have to find a way to =
transfer them back=20
yourselves."</P>
<P>"How dare you come into my life and muck things up! You have no idea =
what=20
you&#8217;re messing with here! We have a crisis on our hands and =
Metropolis needs=20
me--"</P>
<P>"Metropolis needs me . . . we&#8217;ve got a crisis. . ." Q whined. =
He shook his=20
head. "Don&#8217;t you ever stop whining? You don&#8217;t even truly =
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<P>"What are you talking about?"</P>
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only=20
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puny=20
dirtball you call home."</P>
<P>"You have to give me my powers back!" Maggie fixed his gaze with an =
intense=20
one of her own. "I can&#8217;t do this without them!"</P>
<P>"Oh, yes you can. Just use some of that highly overrated imagination =
you=20
humanoids are so proud of."</P>
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<P>The door to the corridor without opened suddenly to admit Jimmy. He =
was=20
carrying a small bundle of green clothing. He was peering behind him =
down the=20
hall as he entered. </P>
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an abrupt halt=20
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this guy?"</P>
<P>"Well, if it isn&#8217;t your boyfriend, what was his name again? =
Stuperboy?" Q=20
shook his head. "I&#8217;ll be around."</P>
<P>He snapped his fingers and vanished in a flash of white light.</P>
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<P>"I&#8217;ll tell you later. We&#8217;ve got a bigger problem than we =
thought we did. I=20
have to get out of here right away!" She indicated the clothing. "Those =
our=20
disguises?"</P>
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seen=20
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out=20
without being noticed. They quickly donned the outfits and snuck out =
into the=20
hallway. Miraculously, nobody seemed to notice them and they managed to =
get out=20
of the hospital without anyone the wiser. As soon as they were clear, =
Jimmy=20
ditched the scrubs. Maggie prudently, hung onto hers. She was just too=20
conspicuous in the black skin-tight outfit she wore as Sara.</P>
<P>Maggie made a quick phone call to let the Kent&#8217;s know she was =
all right=20
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<P>&nbsp;</P>
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Found this on another list ... fascinating stuff.  They missed us <sob>
but it's still cool.

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Thought you guys miught find this interesting. :-)

Sarah P.

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Thought you all might like to read this.  Once again, my hubby comes
through
with a killer heads-up. :)
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ARTICLES
Luke Skywalker Is Gay?
Fan fiction is America's literature of obsession.
By David Plotz
Posted Friday, April 14, 2000, at 10:30 a.m. PT

Have you heard the latest dish from Hollywood? On Friends,
Monica and Rachel are both pregnant! Dr. Susan Lewis is
returning to ER, and she's going to marry Mark Greene. (You
always knew they belonged together.) Speaking of ER, Dr. John
Carter has a new love interest too: He's dating Walter
  Skinner from The X-Files, who has just broken off his
three-way affair with Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.

Meanwhile, in a galaxy far, far away, Luke Skywalker has gone
over to the Dark Side-and I'm not talking about his
infatuation with Han Solo, though that's as hot as ever. "Han
turned his head, tipped my palm up, pressed his lips to the
center of it. . His kiss connected with the core of me."

Sadly, we'll never see Luke and Han smooching on the big
screen. Their torrid romance is occurring only in the fevered
imagination of one pseudonymous Destina Fortunato
[http://thesleepydragon.com/archive/blurred.html], an acolyte
of one of the oddest and most delightful subcultures on the
  Web: fan fiction. In "fanfic," as practitioners call it,
  devotees of a TV show, movie, or (less often) book write
  stories about its characters. They chronicle the alternative
  adventures of Xena, warrior princess; open the X files that
  Mulder and Scully don't dare touch; and fill in the back
  story to Star Wars Episode I.

  Fanfic, like so much weirdness in American culture, is rooted
  in the '60s, though it has older antecedents. When Arthur
  Conan Doyle stopped publishing Sherlock Holmes stories, his
  readers wrote their own. Star Trek: The Original Series (or
  "TOS," in fanspeak) kick-started the fanfic vogue in the late
  '60s. Within a year of the show's debut, Trekkers were
  scribbling their own tales of Kirk and Spock, binding them in
  mimeographed zines, and handing them out at conventions.
  Fanfic communities rewrote Star Wars and TV shows such as
  Starsky and Hutch.

  Fanfic used to be confined to fanatics who attended
  conventions and mailed their zines to several dozen (or, in
  rare cases, several hundred) subscribers. That zine industry
  still exists, but most fanfic has decamped to the Web. The
  Web has taken fanfic public, massively increasing the number
  of writers and readers. Today there are fanfic sites devoted
  to every TV show you have heard of and many you haven't. Star
  Trek's "fandom"-the show's fans-maintains
  hundreds of fanfic archives in every possible category: TOS
  [http://www.ludwig.ucl.ac.uk/st/StarTrek/Stories/stories.html],
  Deep Space 9
  [http://treksearch.com/Fandom/Fan_Fiction/Deep_Space_Nine/], Ensign
  Chekov [http://www.sentinelguide.com/chekov/links.html], Data
  [http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/2936/Data.html], etc.
  Each archive may contain hundreds of stories. The Star Wars
  and X-Files fandoms are nearly as prolific. The X-Files
  fandom even issues annual literary awards-"The Spookys

[http://www.geocities.com/BourbonStreet/Delta/6504/99archives/nominate.ht=
ml]
=2E"
  Dozens of fanfic archives pay homage to Xena: Warrior
  Princess, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Highlander, and ER.
  Blake's 7, an old British sci-fi series, enthralls writers.
  Due South, which concerns a Canadian Mountie, has a fanfic
  cult. So do The A-Team and Miami Vice.

  Most fanfic authors write short stories, but novels,
  screenplays, poems, and even songs (called "filks") are
  popular as well. (A "fan film" industry thrives, too: Click
  Today In Slate
  [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB01.asp] to learn
  more about it.) The quality of the writing varies. Some fics
  brim with misspellings, grammatical lapses, and risible
  dialogue. But many are surprisingly good, with excellent
  character sketches and vivid descriptions. Fanfic writers
  tend to be highly educated, and several fanfic writers have
  graduated to careers as science fiction novelists.

  Some fanfics fill in plot holes left by lazy producers: A
  Spock half-brother appeared out of the blue in a late Star
  Trek movie. Fanfic writers responded by inventing a credible
  past for him. Other writers simply deliver extra episodes to
  junkies: When Millennium was canceled, loyal fans posted a
  whole new season [http://www.millennium-compendium.com/vs/]
  of episodes. Still others explore alternate universes. What
  would happen if Luke joined the Dark Side
  [http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Cavern/1959/fanfic.html] ?
  Fanfics frequently resurrect popular characters whom
  producers had rudely killed off.

  Fanfics often celebrate peripheral characters who don't get
  the screen time they deserve: Writers have lavished millions
  of words on Boba Fett
  [http://www.frii.com/~joe/stories.html], the bounty hunter
  who cameos in the Star Wars series. Skinner
  [http://www.slashaholics.org/wsf/index.shtml], the minor boss
  on the X-Files, has won a rabid fanfic audience. "Crossover"
  fanfics drop characters from one show into another's
  universe. Mulder and Scully visit Buffy to investigate
  vampires. Benton Fraser, the Due South Mountie, teams
  [http://www.icon.co.za/~blven/tommy/mm&n.htm] with U.S.
  Marshal Sam Gerard-Tommy Lee Jones' character in The
  Fugitive-to hunt Canadian villains. In some fics
  reviled by veteran authors, fans act out their
  fantasies-seducing Obi-Wan Kenobi, for example-by
  inserting themselves into their stories. These stories are
  called "Mary Sues."

  One surprising aspect of fanfic is its indifference to plot.
  The vast majority of its writers are women, and Deborah
  Tannenism pervades it. Most stories are much more attuned to
  emotional dynamics than narrative. MIT professor Henry
  Jenkins, the leading scholar of fanfic, notes that fans
  usually choose shows with a pair of closely bonded leads:
  Kirk and Spock, Mulder and Scully, Xena and Gabrielle,
  Starsky and Hutch. Fanfic writers pore over the relationship
  between the pair. One popular subgenre is "hurt-comfort,"
  which explores what happens when one lead gets hurt and the
  other has to help him. Some X-Files fans write only "MSR
  [http://www.msu.edu/~hamil129/xfic.html] " fics, their
  acronym for "Mulder-Scully Relationship."

  The obsession with emotional intensity has spawned "slash,"
  the most flamboyant genre and perhaps the weirdest prose in
  America today. "Slash" fanfic describes, in vivid detail,
  homosexual relationships between characters such as Starsky
  and Hutch or Kirk and Spock. (Click here
  [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB02.asp] for a
  history and discussion of "slash." Definitely click.)

  Fanfic writers are not nutters or losers or lowlifes. A slash
  fanfic writer whose pseudonym is WPAdmirer
  [http://slasharchive.simplenet.com/cd/499.htm] (for "Walker
  Percy Admirer") told me that her circle of writers includes a
  lawyer, a linguist, a computer specialist, an insurance
  executive, and a mystery novelist. She, like most of the 20
  other writers I interviewed, is well-employed. Many have
  spouses and children.

  So why on earth do normal people spend their lives writing
  fantasies about TV characters? Almost all fanfic writers hide
  behind pseudonyms. They rightly fear ridicule, because fanfic
  invites mockery. Though the United States admires sports
  fans, it treats TV and movie junkies derisively. America's
  most famous movie fan: John Hinckley. Pop culture fans are
  pinned by caricature: Spock-eared Trekkers or loon-bird
  stalkers. Fanfic seems to confirm every stereotype about
  fans: They are obsessive. They can't separate fantasy from
  reality. Their lives are so empty that they fixate on banal
  TV shows. (What kind of loser writes story after story about
  Quantum Leap or The A-Team?) They don't even have the
  imagination to make up their own characters.

  But this condescension misses the point. In his superb Textual
  Poachers: Television Fans and Participatory Culture, MIT's
  Jenkins argues that fanfic represents a flowering of modern
  folk culture. For thousands of years, we have shared stories
  about mythical popular heroes, from Prometheus to Paul Bunyan
  to Brer Rabbit. Each storyteller embellished the tale,
  inventing characters, adding details, rewriting the ending.
  In the 20th century, however, folk culture has been
  privatized. The characters we share today are TV icons and
  movie heroes. Paul Bunyan has been supplanted by Xena. These
  characters don't belong to the public. They are literally
  owned by studios and producers, who run the character's
  "life" and expect us to accept their decisions gratefully.

  Fan fiction rebels against the private folk culture, Jenkins
  argues. Writers reclaim folk heroes by creating new stories
  about them. They embellish the myth. Viewed through Jenkins'
  lens, a fanfic writer keen on Capt. Jean Luc Picard is no
  different from a 19th-century folksinger who paid tribute to
  John Henry. Fanfic writers assert control over a pop culture
  designed to be passively consumed. "I wanted to make the show
  mine," explains Kat of her Friends fanfics, echoing the
  battle cry of fan writers. By writing fics about Monica and
  Chandler, Kat is insisting that they belong to her as much as
  to NBC. Fan fiction puts the pop back in popular culture.

  Writing fanfic, Jenkins argues, is an act of "fascination and
  frustration." Writers are fascinated by the characters but
  frustrated at the cavalier way producers treat them. Fanfic
  is a "way of repairing the damage done to the core mythology
  by producers who mess up. The fanfic folk culture pulls it
  back into realignment." When producers make a beloved
  character disappear or end a love affair that should
  continue, fanfic restores the mythology. "Even though I love
  Buffy the Vampire Slayer, there are times when the show
  doesn't go my way. So I use fanfic to create the outcome I
  want," says Buffy fanfic writer Carrie Cook. The actor George
  Clooney has left ER for a movie career, but fanfic writers
  adore his character, Doug Ross. They also know that Doug and
  Nurse Carol Hathaway belong together. So they write story

[http://www.jsentertainment.com/gilbert/terffa/erfanfics/dougncarol/index=
=2Eht
m]
  after story about the characters' continuing romance. (The
  Clooney/Ross split highlights the first commandment of
  fanfic: Thou shalt not write about real people. Click here
  for here [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB04.asp].)

  Fanfic also can be a political act, a way to elevate
  marginalized minority characters. Fanfic writers worship Lt.
  Uhura, the neglected black woman on the original Star Trek.
  In fanfic, she has been promoted, given her own starship, and
  made the mistress of a torrid threesome with Lt. Sulu and
  Ensign Chekov. ER's producers overlook crippled, irritable
  Dr. Kerry Weaver. Other characters lead glamorous, romantic
  lives. She goes home alone. But fic writers have corrected
  that with stories

[http://www.jsentertainment.com/gilbert/terffa/erfanfics/kerryweaver/inde=
x.h
tm]
  about her love life.

  Fanfic seems odd in part because it defies modern convention
  about what writers do. In the individualistic United States,
  the author is supposed to be an untethered brain: Her ideas
  and characters and plots are her own. By this standard, fan
  fiction looks like a cop-out. Writers too lazy to invent
  their own characters rip off plot, dialogue, and ideas from
  the boob tube.

  But fanfic turns writing into a communal art, as folk culture
  has always done. Writing and reading become collaborative. We
  share the characters and work together to make them
  interesting and funny and sexy. Write a short story about
  your crazy uncle and post it on the Web, and no one will read
  it. Write a short story about Dr. Who, and hundreds of folks
  will flock to your site. Fanfic writers meet at conventions
  ("cons"). Thanks to the Internet, writers communicate
  constantly on e-mail listservs. They invite e-mail responses
  and crave feedback. MedianCat, who writes Buffy fanfic, says
  he has heard from more than 400 people about his stories. Of
  the two-dozen-odd fanfic writers I e-mailed about their work,
  only one did not respond. (The Internet is also changing
  fanfic by opening it to kids. Click why
  [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB05.asp] for how
  the Backstreet Boys became literary heroes.)

  Having juiced fanfic, the Internet may now cripple it. Studios
  own the characters and shows that fanfic borrows, a fact that
  is never lost on writers. Every fanfic opens with a
  disclaimer noting Paramount or Fox or whoever's copyright and
  renouncing any intent to profit from the story. (All fanfic
  writers are amateurs by necessity.) But since fan activity
  has migrated to the Web, studios have grown anxious about
  trademark and copyright protection. (Trademark law requires
  holders to police their trademarks by preventing unauthorized
  use.) Sites hosting fanfics also usually have transcripts,
  audio and video clips, screen captures, and logos. Studios
  don't like this. Fox recently sent cease-and-desist letters
  to Buffy sites ordering them to remove show transcripts. Fox
  also warned Millennium sites to remove logos and clips.
  Lucasfilm cracked down on audio clips and logos from Star
  Wars, and Paramount has been similarly protective of Star Trek.

  The studios have treated fanfic more gently, so far. No court
  has ever addressed the legality of fanfic but, unlike
  transcripts or clips, it could be protected as "fair use." A
  1997 article [http://www.tushnet.com/law/fanficarticle.html]
  by Rebecca Tushnet in Loyola of Los Angeles Entertainment Law
  Journal concludes that fanfic constitutes fair use because it
  is noncommercial-(no writers try to profit from their
  work)-because it sufficiently transforms the original
  work, and because it does not damage the market for the
  original work. (On the contrary, fanfic keeps viewers engaged
  during the six days a week the X-Files is not on.) Perhaps
  mindful of their dubious legal standing, studios tend to
  leave fanfic alone. Lucasfilm has suppressed Skywalker slash
  on the grounds that it harms the Star Wars image, but it
  allows PG-rated fanfic. Fox ignored fanfic when it went after
  the Buffy sites.

  But fear is mounting among fans that the studios are getting
  too pushy. Lucasfilm lit a brushfire last month when it
  offered fans free pages on its cherished www.starwars.com
  [http://www.starwars.com/] site. Fans would be allowed to
  post all their Star Wars hagiography there, including
  stories, songs, messages to other fans, and essays. But the
  small print says that Lucasfilm retains all copyright to
  anything placed on the site. If I were to write a great story
  about how Anakin Skywalker becomes Darth Vader and post it on
  my starwars.com fan page, George Lucas would own my idea.

  Lucasfilm is flexing this muscle for obvious reasons. It fears
  a lawsuit by some fan claiming that Lucas stole her plot for
  his next movie. But fans believe Lucas has gone too far and
  have launched an online rebellion
  [http://www.miscellanies.net/]. Their complaints resonate.
  They adore Lucas and his movies. But Star Wars is theirs,
  too. After all, they think about it, write about it, talk
  about it, and care about it as much as Lucas does. "Legally,
  it's theirs. But emotionally we feel we have a right to
  participate in the story," says Elizabeth Durack, a fanfic
  writer who is leading the starwars.com protest. Lucas
  jury-rigged Star Wars from a hundred myths that he heisted
  from Joseph Campbell. Fanfic writers are borrowing it back.
  They don't want a dime in return. They just want to be left
  alone to write their own, very modern myths.

  RELATED ON THE WEB

  This [http://members.aol.com/ksnicholas/fanfic/index.html] is
  one of the best general fan fiction indexes, with special
  entries for slash, X-Files, Star Trek, parody, and more.
  Belynda's slash archive
  [http://slasharchive.simplenet.com/fandom.htm] tracks 132
  slash fandoms, including one for, believe it or not, The Iron
  Chef. Slash writers workshop their stories in this
  [http://egroups.com/list/slash-writers] discussion group.
  Here [http://www.whoosh.org/issue25/lee1.html] is a brief
  guide to copyright law for fanfic writers. If you missed
  Rebecca Tushnet's law review defense of fanfic, this
  [http://www.tushnet.com/law/fanficarticle.html] is it. A
  couple of Henry Jenkins' articles on fanfic can be found on
  the Web. A Technology Review piece
  [http://www.techreview.com/articles/ma00/viewpoint.htm] deplores
  the corporate crackdown on fans. "The Poachers and the
  Stormtroopers
[http://commons.somewhere.com/rre/1998/The.Poachers.and.the.Sto.html]
  " is a longer discussion of fan activities. You can buy
  [http://bn.bfast.com/booklink/click?sourceid=3D&ISBN=3D0415905729]
Jenkins'
  wonderful book Textual Poachers.

  RELATED IN SLATE

  If you missed the sidebar on "slash," the X-rated subculture
  of fan fiction, click here
  [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB02.asp]. This
  [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB03.asp] link
  describes how slash writers get their characters into bed.
  This [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB04.asp]
  explains the taboo against fanfic about real people. This
  [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB05.asp] sidebar
  tells how kids and the Backstreet Boys are changing the
  culture of fan fiction. Here
  [http://slate.msn.com/Features/fanfic/SideB01.asp] is a brief
  discussion of "fan films." David Plotz assessed
  the Backstreet Boys and mentioned their fanfic cult in "Boy
  Bands and Girl Vixens
  [http://slate.msn.com/Assessment/00-02-23/Assessment.asp]." David
  Edelstein yawned at Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace,
  but found no homoerotic subtext to the movie, in this
  [http://slate.msn.com/MovieReview/99-05-19/MovieReview.asp] review.
  Bruce Gottlieb's "The Merchant of Menace
  [http://slate.msn.com/HeyWait/99-05-26/HeyWait.asp] "
  deplored the film's racism.

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Happy passover and Happy Easter to everyone.

Charlotte
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In a message dated 4/18/00 2:13:01 AM !!!First Boot!!!, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM
writes:

<<  need two pieces info:

 1. Is it the Metropolis Star?

YES in The Rival

 and

 2. Which episode has Jonathan upset about Martha posing for a nude
portrait.

 James
  >>
 Ides of Metropolis. - At the beginning, Jon shows up in Metropolis alone
and
it goes from there.

Both were on TNT recently,  so I'm sure and yes the picture was huge.  I
also
wondered how Jon got it on the plane, but supposedly he did.

Charlotte
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This was great.  I really laughed out loud.

As to Soulmates,  If nothing else it resulted in some excellent fan fiction.
And some wonderfully WAFFY moments like all of the episodes.

Charlotte - who's on the fence as far as soulmates is concerned.
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thanks, Tara... I am glad you like that line... it was one of my favorites

Alicia
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Thanks for the latest episode! I was getting kinda antsy for awhile there,
wondering when the next one was going to arrive in my mail....lol. It was
good, as usual! Keep up the good work!

SuperLorie :-)
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Very Cute Alicia!!

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I loved the way that it finally sank in that her brother-in-law was really
Superman!!  I was wondering when it was going to hit her! The things she was
feeling were right on-she wonders so many things, and then comes to realize
that it all doesn't matter as much as the fact that Clark and Lois were made
for each other!!  Great installment.  I can't wait for the next part!

Lori

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Subject: NEW Story in Progress: Final Forgiveness II (5/?)

Final Forgiveness II:  The Party-- Perry's Story (5/?)
by Alicia U. (alicia3456@aol.com, lxu2@po.cwru.edu)

Lucy's face glowed as she smiled at her sister.  She ran towards her sister
and enveloped her in a hug.  "Lois, it's so good to see you again.  I missed
you."

    Lois had not forgotten Clark standing behind the couch, still in his
Superman uniform, but she hugged Lucy as tightly as she could.  "I know,
sis.
 I missed you too.  It's so good to have you home!"

    Lucy backed away from Lois and they both turned to Clark.  Lucy grinned
like the Cheshire Cat when she said, "I told Clark I wanted to see you
before
I went over to Mom's."

    Lois opened and closed her mouth.  How had Lucy known about Clark?  Had
Clark told her?  Had she figured it out?  Lois addressed Clark, "Honey, Lucy
knows?"

    Lucy nodded happily.  "I figured it out, Lois.  And I think it's really
cool.  My sister's married to Superman!"

    Clark sat down on the couch heavily.  "Lois, she figured it out.  I
don't
know how, but she did.  I know we wanted to tell them together, I'm sorry."

    Lois moved behind the couch and wrapped her arms around Clark's neck.
"It's okay, honey.  Lucy, how did you figure it out.  It took me two years
of
working with him every day to figure it out."

    Lucy winked and then said, "Well, sis, I guess some Lanes are more
observant than others."

    Lois glared at her sister, but then she smiled.  "Seriously, Luce, how
did you figure it out?"

    "Well, my roommate, Jenny..."

    Lois groaned; she remembered the time she had spoken to Jenny on the
phone.  That woman had the gall to ask her how Superman was in bed.  Of
course he was wonderful, but it wasn't Jenny's business to know.  "Oh no,
not
Jenny."

    "Yeah, well, she kinda ambushed Clark when he came in.  And he made a
face that I remember Clark making the last time I saw him, so I just made
the
connection."

    Clark smiled and tilted his head up to give Lois a kiss.  "I guess all
of
the Lanes have investigative skills in their genes."

    Lois' eyes sparkled when she looked at Lucy.  "I'm glad you know, Lucy.
You know I trust you, but I just have to remind you not to tell anyone about
this, not even Mother."

    Clark grabbed Lois hand and said, "Lois, she's not going to tell anyone
about me."

    Suddenly Lucy sat fell down onto a chair and her face twisted almost as
if she were in pain.  She muttered, "Oh my God, Clark is Superman!"

    Lois nodded, her face clearly showing her confusion.  "Yes, but you knew
that."

    Lucy started sweating and ran a hand through her hair nervously.  "Clark
is Superman."

    Lois quickly moved to stand next to Lucy's chair.  She held her sister's
hand and asked quietly, "Lucy, what's wrong?"

    Lucy stared blankly at her sister, almost like she didn't realize Lois
was standing right there next to her.  Her mind was racing faster than she
could keep up with it.  Even though she had flown in Clark's arms a mere few
minutes before, it seemed to take on a dream-like quality to her, and she
almost wanted to believe that it truly was a dream.  Clark was Superman.
That would certainly take some getting used to.  Suddenly, she squeezed
Lois'
hand more tightly as she finally seemed to realize Lois and Clark were still
in the room.  She smiled wanly at her sister; those tabloid journalists had
been right.  Lois had a fling with Superman, indeed, only there was a whole
dimension here that no one had explored.

Lucy broke free of Lois' grip and she began pacing around the living room.
Clark and Lois both watched her, exchanging slightly bemused looks.

Lucy thought back to that night more than three years ago when Lois had
first
met Superman.  Superman was the first man in such a long while that Lois had
babbled on and on about to Lucy.  In fact, Lucy doubted that Superman would
ever give her sister the time of day.  And throughout the years, Lucy had
heard all the rumors about her sister and Superman, but she had never
honestly believed them.  Now to find out that all off the rumors were true
seriously knocked Lucy out of her equilibrium.  It seemed like everything
that she held certain in the world was crashing around her.  Okay, maybe it
wasn't quite that bad, but for some reason this hurt Lucy.  Why hadn't Lois
chosen to tell her sooner?  Why did she have to figure it out for herself?
Lucy had thought their relationship was stronger than that.  But maybe it
wasn't.

    Lois and Clark watched in amazement as Lucy continued pacing.  She
muttered, "How?  Lois, I've always knew you had a thing for Superman, ever
since the first time you met him.  But why didn't you tell me about this
before?  And after all I'd done to try to convince you to give up your
Superman fantasy and look at the wonderful man you see every day.  Some
respect I get.  I'll bet you were laughing at me the whole time.  And I
suppose Mom doesn't know either.  Huh, this is just so weird!"

    Lois put a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder to stop her pacing.
"Lucy, I know this is a shock.  Try to imagine how I felt when I found out.
I mean, he asked me to marry him before he told me.  And why didn't I tell
you earlier?  Well you have to understand that this is a huge secret.  I was
the first person that Clark's ever told about himself other than his
parents,
so you should feel honored that you're the second person he's shared his
secret with."

    "What?!?"  Lucy's eyes opened wide and she turned to Clark with her
mouth
hanging open.  "You didn't tell Lois that you're Superman until after you
proposed?  What a creep, Lois, what did you do?"

    Clark turned away and Lois smiled at him.  "Well, he didn't know that
I'd
already figured it out.  I wanted him to tell me for himself, but then when
I
thought he was going to tell me, he ended up proposing to me."

    Clark interjected, "But, honey, I was going to tell you as soon as you
answered me."

    Clark stood and wrapped Lois in his arms.  He continued, "I needed to
know if Lois loved me for the person I really am, Clark, rather than for the
man in the Suit."

    Lucy studied her sister and her husband.  The two of them made such a
cute couple; she looked like she fit perfectly against his chest, and every
time they looked at each other, Lucy could see the love radiating from their
eyes.  It was like everything else vanished from the room, and they only had
eyes for each other.

    Lucy sighed; how she wished she could find someone she could share her
life with like that.

    Lois and Clark must have forgotten Lucy was in the room, for Lois
whispered what sounded like, "I already loved you, Clark."

    And then Clark breathed, "You know I've loved you since the moment I
laid
eyes on you."

    Lois nodded and outlined the "S" on his Suit before she said, "And I'll
always love you 'til the end of time."

    Lucy turned the other way as her sister and brother-in-law engaged in a
passionate kiss.  Finally Lucy cleared her throat to remind them that there
was, indeed, someone else in the room.

    Lois and Clark looked up, both slightly shocked that Lucy was still
there.  Lois' cheeks reddened as she spoke.  "Oh, Luce.  We must have
forgotten you were still here.  Sorry."

    Clark added, "Yeah, we're sorry," almost sounding that he was more sorry
that Lucy had interrupted them than sorry that they had embarrassed Lucy.

    It seemed so funny to Lucy that Clark was still wearing his Superman
suit, but he was acting just like the brother-in-law she had always known.
It was still hard for Lucy to reconcile, but now she was beginning to
understand that Clark was Superman, but he was, first and foremost, Lois'
husband, Clark Kent.

    Lucy wondered what it was like living with Superman.  Like she had told
Jenny, she wondered how often Clark was called away for emergencies.  Had he
ever left to be Superman while they were in the throws of passion?  What did
they do at work when he had to leave?  Did Lois have to cover for him
constantly?  How did Lois feel about that?  But those were questions for
another time, like when Clark wasn't around.

    Lois cast a glance at the clock.  "We only have half an hour 'til we
have
to be at Mother's.  We'd better get going."

    As soon as Lois finished talking, Clark transformed into a blur.  To
Lucy, he looked like the Tasmanian Devil of Loony Toons fame.  He almost
created a whirlwind of red and blue, and a second later, Clark stood dressed
in a black tee shirt and a faded pair of blue jeans with his glasses in his
hand.  Lucy stared slack-jawed at Clark.  In less than a second, Clark had
transformed himself from Superman to Clark, and Lucy was amazed at the
difference a new hairstyle and a pair of glasses could make.

    Suddenly a question played in Lucy's mind.  "Clark, where did the boots
go?"

    Both Lois and Clark chuckled and Clark said with a mock-serious
expression etched on his face, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *
to be continued
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What an interesting aritcle! I agree completely agree with the author of
this
piece.  It's sad that he never mentioned Lois and Clark.  I mean he could of
written a whole story on us! I mean how many fanfic venues can say they have
internet award shows for both fanfics and nfics! <G>  Also we aren't ashamed
of our love for Lois and Clark..that we don't have to hide from others using
psydo-names when we write.  I think that's pretty neat. =)

Alexis ;-.)

"Clark Kent, welcome to the Daily Planet." Perry, {Pilot, LnC}
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On Tue, 18 Apr 2000 19:01:04 EDT, Alexis W. <LoisLane9397@AOL.COM> wrote:

>I mean he could of written a whole story on us! [snip]

I'm sorry, but you've made this mistake many times, Alexis, and it's a
grammatical error which really bugs me. The construction is 'could HAVE,'
not 'could of,' which doesn't make sense as well as being incorrect! Aren't
you studying creative writing or something like that? I'm surprised no-
one's pointed it out to you before.

Wendy
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In a message dated 4/18/00 6:36:39 PM EST,
wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes:

<< I'm sorry, but you've made this mistake many times, Alexis, and it's a
 grammatical error which really bugs me. The construction is 'could HAVE,'
 not 'could of,' which doesn't make sense as well as being incorrect! Aren't
 you studying creative writing or something like that? I'm surprised no-
 one's pointed it out to you before.

 Wendy
 (taking her teacher hat off now)

  >>

Well we all make mistakes...think about how Lois made mistakes but Clark
POLITELY corrected them.  So sue me for being wrong...it was the thought
that
counted. Sheesh!

Alexis ;-.)

"Clark Kent, welcome to the Daily Planet." Perry, {Pilot, LnC}
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Oh this story is GREAT, but I am hoping it is all just a bad dream!! You
have me soooooo frustrated!  I can't wait for the next installment!!

Lori

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PART 14
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Final Forgiveness II:  The Party-- Perry's Story (6/?)

Later that day, Perry got out of his car in the parking lot of the New Troy
State Penitentiary.  He inhaled deeply before he dared enter the rather
uninviting place.  The bright white walls surrounded by fences topped with
barbed wire did nothing to quell Perry's anxiety about entering the prison
where his son was.

    Perry approached the gate slowly, almost regretting his decision to
come,
but he had driven all the way upstate, it would be wrong if he did not do
what he came to do.  The guard at the front gate let him in and called
inside
for them to have Jerry meet his visitor.  A guard led Perry to the visitors'
area, and told him to sit down.  Perry shifted in his chair uncomfortably
until a guard let Jerry into the room.  Jerry ran into the room and hugged
his father.

    Jerry's eyes brightened when he saw his father and he exclaimed, "Dad,
it's so good to see you!  How long has it been."

    Perry's breath caught in his throat as soon as Jerry's arms wrapped
around him.  Had Jerry forgiven him?  No, that was too good to be true!
Perry choked out, "Son, it's been too long.  It's good to see you."

    Jerry smiled at his father, the man he had disappointed so much.  He
couldn't believe his father had willingly come to visit him.  Jerry knew
that
the reason they had not kept in touch over the years was because he was a
horrible disappointment to his father.  Everything he had ever done in his
life had been wrong, and his father did not even want to acknowledge that
Jerry was his son.

    All Perry could do was stare at his son.  He couldn't believe that Jerry
still cared for him.  It had been Perry's bad influence that had led Jerry
to
commit his crime, and they had lost contact over the years because Jerry
resented him for all of the years Perry had neglected his family.

    Perry and Jerry sat together at a table in the room, talking for hours
about Jerry's boyhood, and Perry apologized for leaving their family alone
for so long.  Jerry, in turn apologized for everything he had done to
disgrace their family.  By the time the guards came to get Jerry to take him
back, Perry felt he had made real progress with his son, and that they might
have forged the beginnings of a new relationship.

    Perry sang along loudly to his Elvis tapes the whole drive home and he
was unable to wipe the grin off his face.  He had finally begun to make
peace
in his family; Jerry had accepted him with open arms, although they still
had
so much to get out in the open.  At least Jerry was responsive to reopening
the lines of communication.  Now all he had to do was convince Alice and
Larry that he had changed, but he knew it was easier said than done.

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

    Ellen Lane waited impatiently for her daughters to arrive at her house.
Ever since Lucy had called to tell her that Superman dropped her off at
Lois'
house, Ellen had been anxiously waiting for them to arrive.  She caught
sight
of Lois' silver Jeep Cherokee when it turned the corner onto her street, and
she stood on the front porch to meet them.  As soon as Lois stopped the car,
Ellen rushed towards it.  Lucy was first to jump out, exclaiming, "Mother,
it's good to see you."

    Ellen hugged her younger daughter and squeezed her tightly, not really
wanting to let her go.  Ellen prided herself in the changes she had made
since Sam's death.  She felt that she had become a better person, and more
also more approachable for her daughters.  Both of them had been talking to
her more and spending more time with her since they had found out about
Sam's
cancer.  She saw what her ex-husband had gone through and wondered if the
same thing would happen to her.  Would Lois and Lucy ignore her when she was
on her death bed?  Whether consciously or unconsciously, she had lost all of
her anger directed towards Sam, and, in turn, her personality had brightened
and her daughters found her a good companion and a friendly ear to talk to.

    Ellen rubbed Lucy's back.  "It's so good to finally have you home, dear.
What do you say we head inside and eat some of that food that's been sitting
there.  I hope it's not cold."

    Lois, Clark and Lucy all ran into the house at the mention of food and
Ellen muttered, "Are they my children or are they escaped animals from the
zoo?"

    Ellen smiled and followed the group inside, finally happy to have them
all together again for a happy occasion.  The last few times all four of
them
had been together were times of intense pain and grief over Sam's death.  It
felt so good to have everyone together under one roof to celebrate something
positive.

    They all practically inhaled their dinners, only stopping briefly to
talk
about Lucy's finals, her new job, Lois and Clark's latest story, and the
latest article Ellen had read in a magazine about couples that have children
later in life.  When Ellen brought up the article, both Lois and Clark
inwardly groaned.  Was she trying to tell them they'd better start having
children quickly while they were still young enough?  They weren't too old;
Lois had just turned 29 while Clark was only 30.  They wanted to wait at
least a year before they tried to have a baby, but Ellen always seemed to be
trying to tell them that she wanted a grandchild.  That's what they got for
mentioning that they might what to have children in the near future.  This
was a toned down version of the old Ellen, but it was still Ellen.  But it
was something that both Lois and Clark had decided that they could live
with.

    After they had finished dinner, Clark volunteered to clean the table.
Lois was surprised that he hadn't been needed as Superman yet the whole
night.  Suddenly, just as Lois had been contemplating their good luck,
Clark's head cocked to the side and he froze.  Lois cringed and her mother
watched as Clark ran out of the room.

    After Clark left, Ellen pulled Lois into the living room.  Ellen hissed,
"Where did Clark run of to so fast?"

    Lois took a deep breath.  Ellen was really going to lay it into her now.

    Ellen put her arm around Lois' shoulder.  "Lois, dear, you know you can
talk to me.  Is there something the matter with him?"

    Lois sighed.  She and Clark had planned to tell Lucy and her mother
about
Clark that evening, but so far it hadn't gone as planned.  Lucy had figured
it out herself and ruined the surprise, and now she was going to be forced
to
tell her mother in order to explain Clark's mysterious exit.  It didn't
really bother her telling her mother, but it was always hard letting another
person in on the secret, as much as they deserved to know.  In the last few
months, her mother had proven herself a trustworthy confidant and a valuable
ally.

    Lucy had followed her mother and sister and had sat on one of the nearby
chairs.  She stared at Lois with a cocky smile playing on her lips, almost
taunting Lois to tell Ellen about Clark.

    Lois took a deep breath.  "Mother, I think you want to sit down."

    Ellen saw the serious look in Lois' eyes and immediately sat down.  What
had begun as a happy, exciting evening in Ellen's opinion was rapidly
declining to another evening of pain and hurt.  She sank down into a nearby
chair and nodded for Lois to begin her explanation.

    Lois ran a hand through her hair nervously.  She wasn't sure how her
mother would take this news.  Hopefully, Lucy wouldn't telegraph that she
already knew.

    Lois took a deep breath before she began, hoping for the best.  "Okay,
Mom, Lucy, there's something Clark and I were planning to tell you tonight,
but it looks like I am going to have to tell you without him here."

    Ellen looked over towards Lucy to see if she had any idea what was going
on.  Lucy didn't appear to know what Lois was going to say, and if she did
she was sure hiding it well.  Ellen indicated for Lois to continue.

    Lois ran her hand through her hair, hoping to stall for time so Clark
might have time to return.  When it became painfully obvious that Clark
would
not return, Lois continued.  "Well, the reason Clark just ran out before is
that Clark is Superman."

To Be Continued...
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Chill, you two.  It's a common grammatical error that a lot of people make
on a daily basis.  Wendy, could you do us a favor and make little nitpicking
things like this (if you have to make them) private?  Thanks. :)

Tara (sorry if I'm horning in on the listmom here or something)
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> In a message dated 4/18/00 6:36:39 PM EST,
> wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes:
>
> << I'm sorry, but you've made this mistake many times, Alexis, and it's a
>  grammatical error which really bugs me. The construction is 'could HAVE,'
>  not 'could of,' which doesn't make sense as well as being incorrect!
Aren't
>  you studying creative writing or something like that? I'm surprised no-
>  one's pointed it out to you before.
>
>
>  Wendy
>  (taking her teacher hat off now)
>
>   >>
>
> Well we all make mistakes...think about how Lois made mistakes but Clark
> POLITELY corrected them.  So sue me for being wrong...it was the thought
that
> counted. Sheesh!
>
> Alexis ;-.)
>
> "Clark Kent, welcome to the Daily Planet." Perry, {Pilot, LnC}
>
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Wow!  You're really good at cliffhangers, aren't you!

S
P
O
I
L
E
R

S
P
A
C
E

Ack!  Once she actually figures out that Lois is serious, that's going to be
one enormous shock to her! :)
>     Lois ran her hand through her hair, hoping to stall for time so Clark
> might have time to return.  When it became painfully obvious that Clark
would
> not return, Lois continued.  "Well, the reason Clark just ran out before
is
> that Clark is Superman."
>
> To Be Continued...
>

Tara
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Ohmygod, i just read this story, and it is SO GOOD!!! If you haven't read it
yet, you HAVE TO!! Just my humble opinion, of course!!!!!!

SuperLorie:-)
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In a message dated 4/18/00 10:52:34 PM EST, starkitty__@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< Wendy, could you do us a favor and make little nitpicking
 things like this (if you have to make them) private?  Thanks. :) >>

That's what I was going to suggest but I was too insulted to say it.  Thanks
for saying it for me. =)

Alexis ;-.)
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Not a problem, Alexis.  I've always thought that stuff like that should stay
off the e-list and stay in private e-mails where it won't embarass either
side.  It's just plain rude to say something like that in public (like
here).  That's the kind of thing that can start a flame war and none of us
want that here! :)

Tara

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> In a message dated 4/18/00 10:52:34 PM EST, starkitty__@HOTMAIL.COM
writes:
>
> << Wendy, could you do us a favor and make little nitpicking
>  things like this (if you have to make them) private?  Thanks. :) >>
>
> That's what I was going to suggest but I was too insulted to say it.
Thanks
> for saying it for me. =)
>
> Alexis ;-.)
>
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In a message dated 4/17/00 1:01:01 PM !!!First Boot!!!, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM
writes:

<< Does anyone know any good places to visit near the
 Gatwick airport for a sleep deprived St. Louisian?
  >>

Not me, but what makes you think you're allowed to waste the time visiting?.
Stay in the airport or a nearby hotel with pencil and paper and
write-write-write.

Just kidding.  Have a wonderful time.

Charlotte
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Hi -- here's the rest of the story.   Please let me know what you think,
good
or bad.  Thanks, Jenni & Wendy!!!!

Carol
--------
part 26

After consultation with Zara and Ching, they decided to use Trey and the
three Elders as a cover.  After all, Clark pointed out to the others, if Nor
thought it fitting to visit the NKSS Future, then it was appropriate for
them
to return the courtesy.  Nor could not reasonably object to such a visit or
he would lose political support on the Council.  Zara eagerly agreed to the
idea, determined to return with her children.  Ching said nothing which,
Clark was beginning to realize, meant the lieutenant approved.  Besides,
Clark sensed a suppressed energy in the man, a restlessness at being
inactive
for so long.  Clark noticed, too, that once the elders had left, Ching
somehow seemed less the bodyguard in the background and more Zara's partner.

Not too long afterwards, their transporter, guided by Vega, shot across
space
toward Nor's ship, hovering outside its entry port while Vega requested
permission to enter.  Nor's ship was a smaller and less sleek version of the
NKSS Future, Clark observed, and he smiled at the hint of a sneer in Ching's
voice as the lieutenant remarked that Nor had obviously come here on his own
resources.

Zara, too, sounded pleased.  "Does this mean that the Council of Elders did
not authorize Nor's intergalactic foray?"

Trey immediately harrumphed, "The Council certainly did not approve.  Nor's
presence here can serve no official purpose.  The only mission to this solar
system which the Council has sanctioned is the mission to restore Kal El to
his proper place."

The youngest Elder, a man in late middle age, replied, "Perhaps Nor wished
to
ensure the Lady Zara's safety."

To which a second Elder replied, "As her intended, he has that right."

Zara's tone was cold.  "No betrothal exists between Nor and me."

Trey came to her  defence.  "No.  Now that Kal El has returned, he is Lady
Zara's rightful husband."

This little announcement of Trey's resulted in a flutter of murmurs among
the
three Elders and total silence from Zara, Ching, Kal El, and Lois Lane.
Vega, in his pilot's seat, gratefully focused on the task of landing his
craft inside the larger ship.

It took a few minutes for the nine travellers to disembark from their small
bullet shaped craft.  Once they were all assembled on the narrow landing
platform, in what Clark took to be the proper Kryptonian pecking order, Zara
exchanged polite greetings with Krc Xi, an emissary with whom it appeared
she
had spoken a couple of days earlier.  Her words were correct, dignified, but
with an edge of hostility which betrayed her fury over Nor's abduction of
her
children although she did not refer to them at all.  Clark was impressed by
her restraint -- he wasn't sure he could have held back if they were his
children.  When Krc Xi made his apologies to the group for the absence of
Lord Nor who, along with four of his men, had gone on reconnaissance to
Earth, Clark noticed her eyelids flicker in annoyance but again she said
nothing.  He was more than annoyed, however.  The last thing he wanted was
Nor in Metropolis.

Trey looked to Clark for direction.  "Lord Kal El, is it your wish to leave
until we can be properly received by Lord Nor?"

Ah, so that's how the pecking order worked.  Recognizing an opportunity when
it was handed to him, no matter how unsuspecting, Clark shook his head.
"Not
yet.  We'll wait here until Nor returns."  He directed what he hoped was a
proper ambassadorial smile at Krc Xi.  "I understand that Lord Nor has very
thoughtfully brought Lady Zara's children with him.  Take us to them."

Krc Xi said, "I lack the authority to do that, Kal El.  Nor has assumed
responsibility for these poor children who are bereft of the proper
protection of a father."

Aware of Ching beside him, bridling, tensing at these words, Clark looked at
the lieutenant in surprise.  So that's it, Clark thought, before he spoke
again.  "Nor's protection is no longer required.  As Zara's nearest
relative,
I have full responsibility for these children.  Take us to them," he added
firmly.

One of the Elders provided him with unexpected support.  "Lord Kal El has
this right.  It is no longer necessary for the children to be under Nor's
guardianship. That duty now falls to Kal El."

Krc Xi bowed his head deferentially.  "Very well. This way."

As they followed Krc Xi along the narrow corridors to the interior of the
ship, Lois fell in step beside Clark.  "Clark," she whispered, "we have to
get Trask, too."

"And what would be the reason for that, Lois?"

"Be serious, Clark."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

"You're Superman.  That's what you do.  You rescue people."

He grinned at her.  "Well... as a personal favour.."

She rolled her eyes and ploughed ahead.  "I didn't see him this morning but
I
bet they put him in the same corridor as me.  I mean, how big can this ship
be?"

"Well, I figure there can't be too many people on board because this Krc Xi
hasn't offered any resistance," Clark whispered as they slowed down somewhat
so they could not be overhead.  "Lois, I'm guessing Ching is the father of
Zara's children."

"Yes," Lois replied, no surprise in her voice.  "I figured that out this
morning during that fascinating little seminar on Kryptonian politics."

Clark looked at her, astonished.  "How did you figure that out?"

"It's obvious."

"You're amazing, you know that?"

She smiled, a wide beautiful smile that made his heart do a little dance.
"You're not so bad yourself, Clark Kent."  There might still be some
unresolved issues between them but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the
small interludes when they chanced along.

"Thank-you," he grinned as they turned a corner, entering a narrow, dimly
lit
 hallway.

"I think this is where I was this morning -- I recognize that white door.
Trask is probably in one of these rooms."

Krc Xi walked towards the middle of the hall to a door which he opened.  The
next thing they were all aware of was a flurry of feet as two small children
threw themselves at Zara and Ching, while a very relieved woman hovered
behind them.  Zara knelt beside the little boy who flung his arms around her
neck, and both mother and son spoke excitedly in Kryptonian.  Ching had
picked up the little girl who clung tightly to him, repeating the same word
over and over.  Clark figured it was 'daddy', and he beamed as he watched,
wondering what it would be like to have a child's arms slide around his neck
and hear her laughter.

Zara raised her face, eyes radiant as she straightened but unable to say
anything at all.  The boy escaped her hand for a brief moment when he caught
sight of Lois.  He stepped in front of her, regarding her solemnly.
"Lo-is."
 He repeated her name, but this time with a shy smile as both Zara and his
nurse, Roza, looked on.

Her eyes bright, but her voice as solemn as the boy's, Lois replied,
"Kazra."

For the first time since he'd met him, Clark saw Ching smile although his
words were businesslike.  "That's it.  Let's go."

"There's one more person we need to find," Clark said.  "Krc Xi, Lois Lane
was accompanied by a friend when Nor brought her here," his emphasis on the
word 'brought' a reminder to everyone there that Lois had been taken against
her will.  "Where is he?"

Krc Xi's face set in stubborn lines.  "He is our prisoner, Kal El."

Clark took a menacing step toward him. "Release him."

"Surely he can be of no consequence to you.  A creature of a lesser
species."

Lois blew up.  "Listen, you creep.  He came with me and he goes back with
me."

"Krc Xi, you must understand how important it is to me to keep this lady
happy," Clark said.  "The Earthman.  Now."

For a moment a look of pure hatred crossed Krc Xi's face.  Then, without a
word, he jerked open a door at the far end of the hall, pulled out Trask,
whose hands had been bound behind him and whose face bore traces of
bruising,
and shoved him toward Clark.  Silently, the Kryptonian stalked toward the
door, back to the docking bay.

Lois walked beside Trask as the group returned to their transporter.  "Are
you all right?"

"Yeah."  Then he added, his voice smugly elated, "I told you so, Lane."

*****

Once inside the transporter, Clark said, "Zara, we're going back to
Metropolis.  To find Nor."

"I agree, Kal.  Earth provides him with too many temptations."

"If we can trap him there..." Ching didn't finish.  "Trey, you and the
Elders
come with us.  You should witness what happens."

*****

When Nor and his men had been in Metropolis for the first time a week ago,
it
had only been after the first day that they had begun to observe the effects
of Earth's atmosphere on their bodies.  They had gradually become stronger;
they could see and hear more acutely; and, most astounding of all, they
could
fly -- well, make very short flights after which the ability waned.

Now, after only a few hours on Earth, they felt these powers surging the
longer they were there.  Nor figured that Kal El was proof of just how far
they would ultimately develop.  Krc Xi had reported Zara's opinion that
these
powers could never equal Kal El's because he had acquired them as part of
his
growth process.  Maybe so, but Nor knew, after watching Zara and Ching, that
these abilities would intensify, and at the moment he reveled in how
powerful
that made him feel.  Besides, with Kal El back in New Krypton there would be
no opposition to whatever he wanted to do here.  He grinned with pleasure at
the infinite possibilities of his future.

Why not abandon New Krypton to Zara?  This Earth offered him so much more.
Fair Exchange: New Krypton gets Kal El; Earth gets Nor.  He would have the
physical advantage over these Earthmen.  He and his men would be invincible.
Whatever they wanted would be theirs -- women, wealth, power.  It would be
easy to conquer the city of Metropolis, then use it his base for bigger
things.

He knew he'd taken a risk leaving his ship as undermanned as he had, but
Metropolis had been so tempting.  Besides, he was pretty sure that Trey and
the Elders would restrain Zara from any action.  After all, he knew he could
count on two of the Elders, and Trey was a fool.  Besides, he thought that
Kal El would not be bold enough to attempt to take over his ship without the
support of the Council.

He smiled with pleasure as he strutted along the street, gratified by the
stares they were getting from passersby.  Good.  Let them get accustomed to
their new masters.  But he would wait until he had word from his ship that
Kal El and Zara were back on New Krypton before taking over Metropolis.
Best
to lie low until that happened so that he could be sure that Kal El wouldn't
come winging back to stop him.  Good thing he'd kidnapped the woman -- she
could keep Kal El distracted, help take his mind off Zara's schemes.

Still, that didn't mean Nor and his men couldn't have some fun while they
waited.  Metropolis was far less orderly than New Krypton -- a few more
misdemeanors would go largely unnoticed in this city where they'd already
seen one drive-by shooting.  They'd accidentally got in the line of fire and
Nor had been sure that one of them would be hit.  Catching sight of the
weapon in that split second before the passenger behind the driver fired it,
Nor had thought it looked very primitive, but he still supposed it would be
effective.     What happened next had proven exhilarating -- one of the
bullets hit Trg Du but then bounced off him!  Incredible!  They'd all
exchanged looks, then raced from the scene in a blur. Ah yes, superpowers!

So now they were testing them -- Nor had always been an organized man.  Just
how strong had they become?  A few cars upended and tossed before they
worked
their way up to vans.  Small trucks were their current limit.  A metal trash
can or two melted with a glance of heat vision.  How many men could they
fight at once? -- easy to pick fights in this town.  It had been a
phenomenal
afternoon.  And the news about the bullet had been the sublime final touch.
Nor grinned.  Home was an overrated concept.

*****

As it turned out, Trask had also met Zara's children in much the same way as
had Lois.  His early morning exploration of the hall to which they'd been
confined had coincided with a brief burst of childish energy and Jason Trask
had found himself the fascinated centre of attention of two three year olds
who had been restricted for too long in a small space.  As the transporter
had ferried Kal El and his party back to Zara's ship, Kazra and Linra,
seated
securely beside their parents, had kept twisting in their seats to look back
at both Lois and Trask.  Now, so soon after being reunited with their
parents, the children were once again saying farewell.

Standing beside Roza on the landing platform of the NKSS Future, they
solemnly watched as their mother and the man they did not know, Kal El,
talked to Lord Trey. Their mother knelt beside them and explained she was
going to Earth but that she would be back as soon as she could.  Roza and
Trey would take care of them.  The children said their good-byes, hugging
Zara and Ching, smiling shyly Lois, and then, to Lois's amazement,
pronouncing Trask's first name and smiling at him, too.  Trask, she
observed,
got this really weird look on his face when it happened --embarrassment,
pleasure, confusion.

Clark, she noticed, had dressed as Superman for his return to Earth.  For
some reason which she couldn't explain, this pleased her.  She was curious
if
the costume made a difference to where his head was at.  She looked at him
speculatively.

"What?" he asked as he caught her look.

But this was not the place to tell him what she'd been wondering, so she
just
smiled.  She had so much to ask him.  With luck, they'd get the time.

Then they were back in Metropolis, in a deserted woodlot of trees and
shrubby
undergrowth in a part of Centennial Park not frequented much in good weather
let alone on a cold January afternoon.  Trey tried to communicate
telepathically with Nor, demanding that he meet with him but was met with
silence.

He looked puzzled.  "Nor does not respond to my summons."

"No," Zara said.  "Ching and I found that we could not transmit thoughts
over
long distances.  There must be something in Earth's atmosphere that blocks
our thought waves."

While Zara was speaking, Ching touched a crystal, which looked like white
quartz, suspended around his neck.  The transporter vanished, leaving behind
a circle of scorched earth and melted snow where a thicket of scrub bush had
been.  Lois's eyes widened and she knew she was staring slack-jawed; then
she
gazed at Clark who smiled slightly.

"I know.  That was my reaction the first time I saw it, too."

"So some things do surprise you, Kal El," she said, using his Kryptonian
name
for the first time, affectionately.

"You're kidding, right?"  He raised his eyebrows, but he was warmed by the
tone of her voice.  Then his expression changed as he faced their small
group.  "Okay -- Zara, Ching, Vega, we look for Nor and his men.  Trey, you
and the Elders wait for us at my apartment."  Then he looked at Lois.  He
wanted her to go to his apartment, too, thinking she would be safer, and
liking the idea that she would be there waiting for him when all this was
finished; but he knew somehow she wasn't going to do that.

As he finished speaking, he noticed Trask quietly walking away from the
group, along a path leading up the slight slope from the thicket in which
they were standing.  Lois jogged after him turning over her shoulder to
call,
"I'll stay with Trask."

Clark didn't much like what she was doing, but he also knew that he had no
right to tell her what to do.  Besides, he thought, it might be a good thing
if someone kept an eye on the agent.  As far as he was concerned, Trask was
a
loose cannon.

Ching spoke to him quietly.  "We should keep Trask under restraint until
this
is all over. I suspect he will alert your military."

"I know -- but with luck we can find these guys before the military makes up
its mind to act," he said, recalling Trask's lack of success earlier.
"Besides, when all this is over, it'd be better to have Trask thinking of
you
in a positive light."

Ching expelled a breath impatiently.  "You are too scrupulous, Kal El."

Clark looked at him steadily.  "There's no sense in creating more enemies
than necessary."  Shifting his gaze, he added.  "Okay, Trey, here's how you
get to my place."

Five minutes later, a startled taxi driver was accepting a fare from four
old
men, all dressed in long robes.  "You guys in that new play over on 42nd
Street?"

*****
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Connections, part 27
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Ching was right.  Trask alerted both his agency superiors and the military
as
soon as he and Lois got to Bureau 39.  Rather than waiting for a face to
face
meeting, Trask managed, within a short time, to arrange a conference call
amongst the key players.  Lois listened to their disembodied voices as she
and Trask sat in his cramped office.  This time, he was more successful in
convincing everyone that something was happening that they ought to take
seriously.

He had Lois for corroboration, not to mention the eye-witness accounts of
the
two engineers at yesterday's train derailment, plus a couple of reports from
the Metropolis Police Department of five men in black with unusual
abilities,
not just guys popping steroids, who'd been involved in some petty theft,
vandalism, and a couple of fights.  That didn't sound much like an invasion
to the higher-ups, but now they were at least paying attention.  Trouble
was,
they still had no sign of foreign aircraft in national airspace.  If anyone
was out there, they clearly had a very effective cloaking device.
Nevertheless, although the military had no real target to focus on, they
decided to move to a low level alert, just in case.  They would provide
extra
backup for the Bureau's agents and for the MPD.  Above all, they wanted to
avoid a public panic.

Lois listened as all this was decided, frightened that these people would
not
distinguish between Nor's people, and Clark, Zara, Ching, and Vega.  She
feared a knee-jerk response where they all were labelled as dangerous and
therefore all expendable.  She raised this point during the conference call,
concerned by the ominous pause before the Director of Bureau 39 finally made
his careful reply.

"Our prime objective, Ms. Lane, is the security of the American people.  We
understand how you may have become sympathetic to your captors while held
prisoner by them.  It's not unknown in hostage situations."

Lois rolled her eyes and replied precisely.  "One of these *people*," she
emphasized, trying to remind them of what was really at stake here, "one of
these people is Superman."

"We are not unappreciative of Superman's assistance in the last year, Ms.
Lane."

The disembodied voice transmitting into the room left Lois feeling eerily as
though she were having a conversation with Big Brother.  She leaned back in
her old wooden chair and looked at Trask, hoping to get at least some
support
from him, but all she saw was controlled excitement.  She determined to
stick
with him like glue.

*****

After the incident with the bullet, Nor decided that he and his men should
lie low until he had figured out a long range strategy.  They needed a place
to stay until he worked out exactly how they should approach a takeover of
the city.  To accomplish that he needed to know how the city operated, where
the power was, how the communication systems worked, how the city was
protected.  He had already concluded, after the drive-by shooting, that
Metropolis's military was pretty ineffective.  Taking over the city
shouldn't
be difficult.

The ability to fly had made it easy to find a place to stay.  All they had
done was elevate high enough to peruse the upper stories of several of the
tallest buildings in what Nor figured was the more affluent part of
Metropolis.   When they found an apartment that had no occupants, they moved
in.

Then they found the television.  One of the channels' programming appeared
to
be focused solely on Metropolis.  Nor found the information useful.  The
city
was governed by a Council with whom many people seem unhappy, judging by the
petitions which were being presented.  Council meetings were not harmonious.
The head of the Council was called a mayor and his name was Perry White,
although at the moment he was absent.  Even better.  Given the degree of
discontent with his rule and the weakness of his military, Nor decided Perry
White would be an easy target.  First, they would eliminate the Council and
White; then use this television channel to issue their orders to the people
of Metropolis.  After that, anything they wanted was theirs.  He might even
bring his supporters here and then begin to colonize the planet.

*****

Superman and the New Kryptonians scoured the city of Metropolis, darting
among the high towers of the business district and apartment buildings and
swooping low over the theatre and club districts, looking for signs of Nor.
After they found the oblong of scorched earth which indicated Nor's landing
site, they followed a trail of upended cars and smashed storefronts.  Then
they came to a halt -- nothing more.  Superman checked with the precinct
office in the area where the damage had occurred and knew by the description
he got that they were indeed dealing with Nor.  He found himself getting
angrier as he listened to what the police had to say. Nor had to be stopped.

"So what's his next move and where would you go if you were him?" Clark
asked
the others.

"Nor won't be content with this level of activity," Zara said.

"He craves power.  He won't be stop until he has control over this city,"
Ching added.

"You don't think he intends to return to New Krypton?"  Vega asked.

"Nor can get away with a lot more here than he can on New Krypton.  He may
return, but not until he's finished here.  Here, it'll be hard to stop him."

"Unless Superman does," Clark added.

"Yes, Kal. You must issue a challenge to Nor," Zara said firmly.

"What?" Clark looked at her in surprise.

"On New Krypton, if there is a dispute between two nobles, it is our custom
for one to challenge the other."

"You mean, like a duel," Clark said, his face registering his distaste with
the idea.

"Kal, I don't understand.  Nor is your enemy.  Why don't you just kill him?"

The abruptness of Zara's comment startled Clark.  "Zara, I stand for life
and
not destruction.  There must be another way."

She looked at him indulgently, as though he were just a little foolish.  "On
New Krypton, we'd choose whatever is expedient."

Ching added, "Sometimes there is no choice."

Clark was once again reminded of the gulf which existed between him, and
Zara
and Ching.  Echoing what his father had said to him long ago, he heard
himself say, "That's not how I work."  Then he added, "But you're right
about
one thing -- we need to figure some way of luring Nor out of wherever he's
run to ground.  I think it might not be a bad idea to let him know I'm here.
Let him know that I stand between him and anything he's got planned for
Metropolis."

Zara's green eyes sparkled.  "Yes.  Nor will respond to your challenge."

Ching was pleased, too, but more cautious.  "Yes, he will.  But you must be
prepared for him, Kal El.  Nor is a strong fighter.  He will not hesitate to
use anything at his disposal.  You may have the advantage with these super
powers," a slight tone of contempt crept unbidden into Ching's voice, "but
Nor has begun to develop them also.  And Nor has killed before.  You will
have to be prepared to kill him."

Resolute, Clark looked at Ching. "No.  I've never believed in killing."

Ching looked at Clark, his eyes narrowed.  "Sometimes there is no other way.
When your family and when your country are threatened, sometimes you must be
prepared to kill."

Clark returned his gaze, his eyes like dark flint in the late afternoon sun.
"If I can't find another way, Ching, then I fail.  So now let's figure how
to
smoke out Nor and his gang."

Zara made a suggestion.  "Why not use your paper, Kal?  Knowing Nor, he'll
be
looking for information about Metropolis, which means the newspapers."

Clark grinned at her.  "Guess I'll pay James Olsen a visit."

*****

Lois looked at Trask, her face defiant, her flailing forearms betraying her
agitation.  "What are you doing?" she demanded, a sharp edge to her voice.
"You don't really think Superman is the enemy anymore!"

"Look, Lane, all I can say is I'm not sure about that one.  But I am sure
about Nor and so are you."

"Well, can we use our heads here rather than calling out the Marines?"

Trask drew himself up, like a grouse ruffling his feathers, and his posture,
always perfect, now approached godly.  Watching him, Lois realized another
truth.  Her eyes narrowed.  "You were a Marine."

"They give good basic, Lane."

Lois sighed.  "I should have known.  Well, at least Superman and the others
are invulnerable."  Her words trailed off as she observed Trask's face take
on a different look.  "They are, aren't they, Trask?"

He replied slowly.  "Not completely.  We have a weapon which uses ammunition
made from a crystal which can kill Superman."

"Kill him!"

"Yeah.  It's that green rock Tempus had.  My guys got hold of it right after
Tempus was caught.  Everyone was so focused on the alien that they forgot
about it."

"So how many of these weapons are there and who has them?"

"Only a few.  We developed it on our own.  Took some time to do because we
had to figure how to mask the presence of the green stuff so it wouldn't
advertise what we were carrying."

"So how did you do that?"

"We ran tests measuring the energy given off by the mineral in the presence
of other substances.  We found that lead blocked the wave patterns so we
encased the bullets in a lead alloy."  Trask paused, disappointed as he
finished his explanation.  "Couldn't get the military interested back then.
But they are now.  I gave them two revolvers and kept one."  Trask's smile
was grim.

"And I'd guess they'd be willing to shoot first."

"This is a national emergency, Lane."

Lois was silent for a moment, working out the parameters of the situation.
She had no doubt that eventually Clark and the others would find Nor.  The
question was -- what would happen when they met. All of a sudden she wanted
to be with them and she wanted Trask there, too.  She wasn't at all sure of
him, of how he would react, and she wanted to keep an eye on him.  "Look,
Trask, maybe it's time for us to try to get to Nor, beat the military to the
punch."

"And just how do you propose to do that?"

"The six o'clock news," Lois grinned at him.  "We're gonna get some air
time."

*****

Flashing FBI credentials, Lois and Trask bullied and blustered their way
past
security and presented themselves in front of Claude Kendall twenty minutes
later.

Lois smiled sweetly at him and said, "Claude, I'd like a minute of time on
your news broadcast."

"Lois, you know I'd love to help you but that's out of the question.  The
show's scripted -- we're ready to roll."

"Late breaking news, Claude."

"What are you trying to pull, Lois?"

"Nothing that's gonna make you look bad.  But I could.  It would be very
easy.  The Pulitzer, Claude.  You owe me."

Claude narrowed his eyes, sizing up the woman in front of him.  "What's the
story?"

"I want to welcome some people from out of town."

"You what?"  Claude exploded.  "Lois, my news broadcast is no place for you
to send greetings to your sorority sisters."

"Sorority!  I'll have you know, Claude Kendall..." then she calmed down,
remembering the importance of her task.  "Give me the time, Claude, at the
front end of the cast, or I publish a little story about the amazing
adventures of Lois and Claude in the Congo."

So Lois got on the air while Trask stood at the edge of the set, behind the
cameramen, watching.  Once Claude had given in, he insisted Lois be made
presentable by makeup who came to her on the set, it now being too close to
broadcast time to send Lois down the hall to them.  The show began, and
Claude introduced his colleague, Lois Lane, with a late breaking story.

Lois flashed a broad smile at the camera and proceeded, hoping that Nor was
watching -- this was an outside shot and she knew it.  "Thank you, Claude.
Tonight I'd like to say hello to some special visitors from out of state.
Nor and his buddies.  And to pass on to him a greeting from Zara and her
friends who have just arrived in Metropolis.  Kal especially hopes to meet
you."  She paused for a second and then added.  "Lucy and Mom, I'll see you
soon."  Smiling, she turned to Claude who looked at her dumbfounded as she
said, "Thank you Claude."

A few blocks away, the LNN NEWS was broadcasting into the bullpen of the
Daily Planet where it was overheard by Clark Kent and his companions as they
walked across to talk to James Olsen.  Suppressing a chuckle, he stopped to
watch Lois.  "Amazing."  With luck, Nor would get either her message or his.

LNN NEWS was also watched by a scowling Nor lounging in a luxurious leather
recliner in the penthouse of some absentee jetsetter.  He crushed the beer
can he was holding in his hand as he listened to Lois Lane.

The last people to be surprised by the newscast were Alice and Perry White,
just returned from his conference in Mexico City and now unpacking after a
long and tiring flight.  As Perry swung his empty suitcase off the bed, he
caught sight of Lois Lane on his TV screen.  "Judas Priest, Alice!  What the
hell is going on?"  He grabbed the phone on his nightside table and called
the LNN news studio.

*****

As Lois and Trask were walking off the set, Lois caught a few snippets of
conversation, most of it maliciously amused at Claude's foolishness in
starting his show with such banal business.  One guy wondered what Lois had
done to let her get away with it.  Lois swung her head in his direction,
about to take a pound of flesh, when Trask touched her arm.

"Keep focused, Lane."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Ms. Lane, phone call."  It was Courtney, the LNN receptionist.  "It's the
Mayor," she whispered in hushed tones, handing Lois a cordless phone.

"Perry!"  Lois's voice was warm, conveying her pleasure at talking to this
man whom she had not seen in so long.  "I called but you were in Mexico
City."

"What in tarnation are you doing back in town, Lois?  What's that ridiculous
message code for?  Is Kent with you?"

Lois smiled, enjoying the sound of Perry in peak form.  "No, he's not.  Yes,
it's code.  It was time to come home."  Then she realized she should have
been surprised by his question about Clark.  "Why did you ask me about
Clark?... Perry, you think I'm not me.  Is that it?"  All of a sudden Lois
was reminded of the existence of the other Lois, the woman who had made such
a difference in Clark's life, and she felt lost.

Perry's voice notched down a couple of decibels.  "Lois... Lois it can't be
possible..."

"Perry, I didn't die in the Congo."  For some reason, all of a sudden she
felt bleary eyed.  "And I decided it was time to collect on that election
bet
we had on Heston."

"Darlin', you wait right there.  I'm comin' over."  He hung up, leaving Lois
staring at the receiver.  Maybe it was just as well.  Perry was the mayor
and
if his city was under threat, he needed to know, if he didn't already.  And
at that moment she needed to see someone whose first impression of her had
been based on the real her.

"Thanks, Courtney.  Perry's on his way over.  I wonder if there's somewhere
Mr. Trask and I can wait until he gets here?"

Courtney, very respectful of a woman would could manipulate Claude Kendall
and also had the Mayor at her beck and call, was very helpful.

*****

Nor raised his right hand to touch a rectangular monitor attached to the
thick lapel of his leather vest, reassured by the signal he received.   The
tracer, which would be in Lois Lane's system for another twenty-four hours,
was about to come in handy.  He'd be able to find her quickly when it suited
his needs.  However, he suspected that Kal El might be with her and he
wanted
to avoid him and the others for a while, if he could, to gain more time for
these superpowers to build.  He was still very much weaker than Superman,
and
he had noticed that at night, the new superpowers diminished, although they
were still very evident. Killing Kal El would be difficult.

*****

James Olsen had been working late, as he always did before the Sunday
edition
of the Daily Planet was published.  The paper was his latest toy, but that
didn't mean he didn't take pride in it; he ran it as seriously as he had the
computer business from which he had made his fortune.  Even as a kid, he'd
never done things by half measures.  Right now he was mulling over his
decision not to include a story on Superman's departure, hoping that Clark
would reconsider his decision about that unexplained leave which he'd
requested in the note he'd left behind.

The note had been short, and in its expression of gratitude for his support
and friendship, James Olsen had read a note of finality, an uncertainty
about
how long the superhero expected to be gone.  Clark had ended with a short
postscript stating that Lois Lane would explain everything to him.  Jim had
found it difficult to accept the note, so now as he looked across the
newsroom and spotted Clark Kent and his companions he grinned.  Looks like
things are back to normal, he thought.  Good thing he didn't run that story.

Just as he was about to get up from his desk, he heard the voice of Lois
Lane
emanating from the TV monitor suspended above the work stations in the
bullpen.  He couldn't believe what he was hearing -- why on earth had they
let her on the air with that fluff?  As he was staring at it in disbelief,
Clark and his companions entered his office and closed the door.

"Jim, I need a favour.  I'd like some space on the front page of the Planet.
Tonight's edition."

Jim reached across his desk, grabbing the phone.  "Dave, hold the front
page.... Yeah... 20 minutes, tops."  Then he swiveled to face his computer
monitor.  "Okay, let's have your copy.  Then you owe me an explanation."

Clark grinned.  No questions, no hesitation.  Just do it.  "You got it. It's
brief -- 'The MPD has reported a series of break-ins and acts of vandalism
in
the downtown core.  They are looking for a group of five men, between the
ages of 25 and 35, dressed in black.  Superman is helping them in the
search.' --  That's it, Jim.  Can you give it a one inch headline. -- 'Thugs
ignore law.'  But misspell 'ignore' so it looks like this."  Clark reached
for a pencil and wrote on the back of an envelope, 'igNOR'.

Jim looked at it, raised an eyebrow, then added it to the spread on his
computer screen.  "Done.  But I gotta say, Clark, it's not gonna sell
papers.
 So who's Nor?"  He paused, as understanding lit his face.  "He's the guy
Lois sent that message to!"  He looked at Sara.  "Zara and her friends."
Then he looked at Ching, "Kal?"

"No, that's me."  Clark looked at his friend steadily.  "Jim, this is
Lieutenant Ching, of the New Krypton military.  Zara is the head of New
Krypton's ruling family, and Vega is also a member of their military."

Jim looked at the group in his office.  "And New Krypton is?"

"A small planet, in another galaxy."

A slow grin spread across Jim's face.  "I don't know why I should, but I
believe you.  And you, Clark?  Who are you?"

Clark met his friend's eyes.  "Me, Jim.  Me.  Clark Kent.  But I come from
another planet.  Krypton.  It exploded in a nuclear catastrophe when I was
born but my birth parents managed to send me here just before its
destruction.  I've lived here on Earth all my life.  I am the son of Martha
and Jonathan Kent.  I was born Kal El," he concluded simply, "but I am Clark
Kent."

Jim added thoughtfully,  "Who came to this planet.  The Daily Planet.  This
paper.  The news of this planet, but some of it written by a man from
another
planet."  He looked at Clark, pleased at how it all converged.  Then his
mood
changed.  "So who is Nor?"

Zara spoke up.  "He's a rival for the leadership of New Krypton.  But he
finds Earth very attractive.  He will do great harm and we must stop him."

"Are you all supermen?"

"Not to the degree that Kal El is," Ching said.  "But yes.  There is
something about your planet which enhances our physical abilities."

"That's why Nor will stay.  Being a superman is too seductive," Zara added.

"So how do you propose to stop him?"

"We'll return him and his men to New Krypton with Zara."  Clark answered.
"But first we have to find him."

"And you hope this front page will flush him out?"  Jim's voice was
skeptical.

"It'll let him know I'm looking for him.   We're the only thing that stands
in his way.  He knows that.  If he wants to stay here he has to answer to
me."  Clark's voice was firm.  "The four of us will patrol Metropolis.  Nor
makes one move and we'll find him."  He stood up and looked across the
newsroom, feeling more optimistic than he had days.  A memory of Lois
perched
on the corner of his desk, legs crossed and eyes flashing, as she had
excitedly discussed their story spun through his mind.  She had great legs.
And eyes.    He would be back; and he would be with Lois Lane.  He grinned.
"Thanks, Jim.  Don't sell my desk.  I'll be back."

"What about Lois?" Jim asked.

Clark grinned.  "Don't sell hers, either.  She's the main reason I'll be
back."

*****
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"Lane, we shouldn't be sitting here cooling our heels."  Trask paced the
floor in the small waiting room to which Courtney had shown them.

"So where exactly should we be?  What are our chances of finding Nor in a
city of seven million people?  Besides, you're in contact with the MPD and
the military.  They'll let you know if they come across him."

"You really think so?"  Trask looked as her skeptically.  "Prima donnas.
They'll let us in on as little as they can a day *after* it happens."

Lois hadn't thought of that but she should have.  Her years as a crime
reporter had exposed her to the rivalry between various branches of the
police and of the government.  "Trask, do you think they'll have informed
City Hall?"

"Probably not.  MPD'll see it as routine law enforcement and not want the
politicians involved; Army'll say it's top secret.  They answer to the feds
anyway, not City Hall."

"Then Perry..."

Before she could finish, Perry White pushed open the waiting room door.  The
next thing she knew, Lois was swamped by a hearty bear hug, then held at
arms' length as Perry inspected her, a smile as bright as a Memphis sunset
on
his face.  "If you don't take the cake, Lois Lane.  You look real fine.
Wherever you've been, it's been good for you."

"It was, Perry," Lois said simply, then smiled.  "And thanks for not saying
anything about my hair."

"What about it?"  He looked at her.  "Oh.  Didn't notice."  Then, "It'll
grow
out."

She grinned at him.  "But Metropolis sure has changed.  It seems strange
knowing you're the mayor instead of the editor of the Daily Planet."

"Had to try to do something, Lois."  His voice was gruff.  "But it's taking
a
lot more 'n I thought it would."

"It could be about to get worse, Perry.  Have you been told about the low
level alert the military has Metropolis under right now?"

"What?  Judas Priest!  Where's a phone?"  He stormed out of the small room,
Lois and Trask at his heels.  Perry turned to him without breaking his
stride.  "You look familiar."

"Jason Trask, Special agent, Bureau 39."

"Oh, yeah.  Now I remember.  You're the guy who gave me the third degree
after that Tempus business.  Lois, how'd you get mixed up with this guy?"
Lois had no time to answer because, by now, they'd arrived at Courtney's
desk.  "Where can I make a private phone call?"

"Over here, Mayor White."

While Perry was on the phone, Lois asked Trask something which had been
bothering her since they had returned to Metropolis.  "Trask, did Nor inject
you with a tracer last night?"

"What?  No.  They just shoved me in that cell."

Lois sighed.  "They injected me with something -- this morning he told me it
was a tracer.  I guess that means he was planning on *giving* me to Kal El
all along.  I wish I knew how long it lasted.  Maybe it's no longer an
issue."

"Handy for Nor if it's still in your system -- he can grab you again.  Maybe
you should start drinking lots of water -- flush it out."

"Yeah.  If that's possible.  I need to know how long this is going to be a
problem."

"Bet one of the old guys knows."

Lois brightened.  "Guess I'll go talk to them."  She stood up and looked
across at Perry who was having a good time raising his blood pressure as he
ranted at the hapless individual on the other end of the phone.

"Tell Perry I'll see him later."

"Think again, Lane.  I'm sticking with you.  Remember I've got the gun in
the
glove compartment."

Lois looked at him, touched by his concern for her but still alarmed by the
fact that he had this gun.  "Trask, right now it's pretty risky being with
me."

"It beats hanging around waiting."

"Okay."

As she said this, Perry finished his phone call, banging down the receiver
in
disgust.  "Can't get a straight answer from anyone.  None of this makes any
sense.  Lois, what all's goin' on here?"

"It's a long story, Chief," Lois said. "But right now I have to leave.  But
know that Superman's on it."

"Whoa.  Wait a minute.  What are you up to?"

"Perry, it might not be safe to be with me right now.  I have to leave."

Perry gave her a steady look and then nodded at Trask.  "He going with you?"

"Yes."

"I guess he's better than no one.  Harry pretty much ordered me to stay put
until his undercover guys get here.  Bodyguards," Perry said in disgust.
"If
I had a dollar for every threat I've received since I became mayor..."

"Mayor White, I'd follow his advice.  These guys are dangerous."

"Here's my cell number, Lois.  You call me if you need any help.  I can get
half the MPD there in under ten minutes."

"Thanks, Chief."  Impulsively, she gave him a swift hug.  "Come on, Trask.
Let's go."

*****

Superman and his companions flew over Metropolis, but found nothing.  Trask
had clearly burrowed in for the night so the four decided to return to the
Clinton Street apartment.

In spite of the fact that Metropolis knew that Clark Kent was Superman,
Clark
preferred not to be seen entering his apartment as his alter ego if at all
possible, one of the many small things he did to keep the images of the two
separate in people's minds.  Optimistically, he hoped that if people didn't
see Superman, in time they would stop thinking about him in the same breath
as Clark Kent.  And he certainly didn't want to be seen suddenly landing on
his front steps with three more superbeings.

So they landed in a back alley, darkened by the shadows of winter's early
night, and stepped out into Clinton Street.

"If they ever get this city cleaned up, Kal El, I hope they leave you a few
strategically located dark alleys."

"Thanks for the thought, Ching," Clark said as he opened the front door of
his small apartment, feeling a small twinge of satisfaction at once more
being home.  Then he grinned as he caught sight of his guests.  Perfect.
Half empty take out containers on the coffee table, the Elders sitting in a
row on his couch -- three old men in grey robes, watching TV.  Trey had
commandeered the big armchair plus the remote control and was listening to
Jason Trask who was going over the more subtle points of WWF wrestling with
him.  Trey was interested.

But most pleasing was the sight of Lois Lane, at least he supposed it was
her
because all he could see at the moment was her perfectly shaped rear end as
she bent over to search for something under the kitchen counter.  Yep, very
pleasing.  He grinned when he heard a muffled, "Where on Earth does he keep
that stuff?"

In a blur, he was beside her.  "Anything I can help you with, Lois?"

She straightened up quickly.  "Clark!"  She was surprised and very happy to
see him, and without thought she flung her arms around her neck, hugging
him.

He grinned, holding her against him for a moment longer than necessary or
was
it a moment less than necessary?  "Wasn't expecting to find you in my
kitchen," he teased.

Her dark eyes flashed.  "I know.  Pretty amazing. So where do you keep the
tea?"

"Not under the kitchen sink, Lois.  Over there, in the cupboard by the stove
-- just above the kettle," he added helpfully.

"Oh."

They both reached for the cupboard at the same time and both stopped as
their
eyes met and for a second neither moved.  Then Clark's hand gently slid
along
her neck to cup the side of her cheek, his fingers curving through her hair
as he bent forward to kiss her, a soft sweet kiss, a promise for when there
would be more time.  He drew away slowly, whispering her name as they stood
there immobile, lost in each other, only to be pulled back to reality by a
loud cackle from one of the Elders who must have been cheering something
he'd
seen on the screen.

Lois sighed, "Tea.  I'm making tea."  As she turned on the tap to fill the
kettle she asked, "No signs of Nor, I take it?"

"Signs, yes.  But not for the last couple of hours.  We figure he's in
hiding
for the night."

"So he has bigger plans than just having a wild night on the town."

"That's what I think.  He's not as strong as me yet so it makes sense for
him
to bide his time.  I'm hoping he won't be able to resist that message of
yours plus the one that Jim's put in the late edition of the Planet.  I'm
hoping he'll come looking for me."

Lois grinned at his mention of her message although she didn't mention it.
Instead, she said, "It's probably gonna be easy for him to find you."  As
Clark raised his eyebrows inquisitively, she continued.  "I should have told
you this before but I didn't think of it.  Nor injected me with a chemical
tracer last night -- he probably planned to get me on Zara's ship all along.
Anyway, according to Trey it'll be in my system until tomorrow evening.  Nor
will have no trouble finding me."

"I'm guessing he didn't inject Trask."

"That's right.  For some reason, Nor seems to have concluded that Trask
wouldn't be much help in keeping tabs on you."

Clark grinned.  "Smart man.  So what else have you and Trask been up to?"

Lois briefly explained about Trask's meeting with the Agency and Military
Chiefs.  "Oh, great," Clark grimaced.

"One other thing -- they have a weapon which uses that green crystal --
Clark, he thinks it can kill you."  She met his eyes, her anxiety obvious.
"Is that true?"

He put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing her gently, trying to allay the
fear which he saw in her eyes.  "Yes.  It's called Kryptonite.  A very
limited amount apparently came to Earth when Krypton exploded.  It weakens
me
-- but I would have to be exposed to it for a long period of time or be
exposed to a massive amount, I guess."

"You mean you don't exactly know," her voice held an edge of panic.

"Not exactly."

She stepped away from his grasp, pacing in his small kitchen.  "Do you think
Nor knows?"

"Probably -- Zara and Ching do," he replied, recalling how Ching had used
Kryptonite last week to weaken him as the school bus had teetered on the
edge
of the Hobbs Bay Bridge.  "The mineral is apparently harmful to Kryptonians
but they do use small amounts of it in some medical treatments."

"The Army's out there now, ready to back up the MPD if Nor gets out of hand.
I have Perry White's cell phone number.  He said if I need the police ..."
her voice trailed off.  "Although what good they'd be against Nor is another
question."

By this time, she had wandered into his living area and the last part of
their conversation had caught the attention of the others.  "Jason Trask has
told us about the tracer, Lois," Zara said.

"So we can assume that Nor could come looking for you.  We'll be ready when
he does," Ching added.  "He has until tomorrow evening."

"With luck, we'll find Nor before then.  But meanwhile we keep up our
patrols
over the city," Clark said.

*****

Two of Nor's men had grown restless.   As they ranged around the vast
apartment they glared with increasing resentment at their leader who for
some
reason wanted them to stay put until tomorrow.  To spend the night acquiring
more of the English language.  To rest, he said, to be strong for tomorrow.
They didn't accept that.  They were not tired.  In fact, the reverse.  They
felt more energetic, stronger, more vital than they had ever felt in their
lives.  And they wanted out of their confinement.  This was the opportunity
to have the best time they'd ever had in their lives and they didn't want to
stall around until tomorrow.

Waiting until Nor and the others had retreated into their separate rooms for
the night, they took off, drifting upward from the balcony on the far side
of
the apartment which they had commandeered, pleased that these new powers
permitted them to float, making no noise as they left.  Once they were well
above the building, they hovered for a second, exchanged broad grins, then
zoomed towards a part of town that they figured was most likely to never
close down.  They agreed that they would be careful and not do anything
which
would seem too far out of the ordinary, just enough to get what they wanted
and to stop anyone who got in their way.  Besides, these new powers were
very
erratic and they still weren't sure yet just how much they could get away
with.

They instinctively found their way to Metropolis's entertainment district --
main streets with bars open all night, clubs with lights blazing, swarms of
people even at midnight during a January cold snap; and sidestreets only
moderately less bright where prostitutes looked for business, while their
pimps lurked in the background protective of their chattels.

Disappointed by the ineffectiveness of the drinks served in the bars, the
two
Kryptonians soon got bored and rose to leave without paying their tab.  They
were followed to the door by a burly barman who interposed himself between
them and the door.

"Gentlemen, you've forgotten something."

Although they had just a rudimentary understanding of English, the
Kryptonians were still able to get his meaning.  Grinning, one of them
picked
up the barman by his shoulders and slammed him into the wall, watched as he
slid down to the floor, then strode toward the door.  Immediately, two men
from either side of the darkened room converged to pursue the Kryptonians
out
onto the street but failed to catch them.

A block away the Kryptonians stopped and grinned. What they needed was some
Earth money, they decided, although they had no idea how much.  They agreed
to split up for awhile and meet at a club across the street which had
attracted their attention.  It shouldn't be too difficult to convince a few
of these people to donate some of their cash to out of town visitors.  It
turned out that it wasn't.

Meeting up later at the club, they had no difficulty getting by the bouncer
who had been impressed by how were dressed, probably thinking it would add
to
the image of the club.  Nodding, he didn't oppose their entry into the smoky
interior.  Both Kryptonians stalked toward the dance floor where they
watched
for a moment, sizing up what was going on and taking inventory of the women
in the room.  Then they made their moves, striding towards two very lively
and stunning women who were undulating to the sounds of the band at the
front
of the room.

Neither woman was unwilling to change partners, perhaps not even sure at
that
point who her partner was.  These guys looked interesting, different from
most of the men in the room.  That they were foreigners added an exotic
touch.  They might be fun.  For the next hour the foursome had a good time,
the women laughing at the Kryptonians' inexpert moves on the dance floor,
flirting, not objecting, maybe even enjoying the casual groping that was
becoming a little more frequent.

One of the Kryptonians signalled to his partner that it was time to leave.
Grabbing the girls firmly around their waists, the two men let them know
they
were coming too.  The women weren't so sure.  Neither of them knew each
other
but, as they were pulled half protesting from the room, they began to look
to
each other for some sign of to what to do next.  At first, their protests
were mild, the denials of women who hope that they won't have to make too
much fuss.  No one in the club paid them any attention.

Once on the street, it became clear that they did not have a choice.  These
jerks had not even bothered to give them time to put their coats on and it
was cold.  Very cold.  These goons were strong, stronger than any man either
of them had ever known.  So they did what women have often done when nothing
else works.  They screamed.  Loud, high pitched shrieks, curses that pierced
the ordinary sounds of night, commanding the Kryptonians release them as
they
wriggled and kicked, trying to escape.  This time they did get some
attention
from passersby who formed a small cluster around them but did nothing to
help.

And they also got the attention of Superman as he was flying over the city.
Looking down at the street, he smiled.  He'd figured that sooner or later
these guys would want a bit of fun.  He was disappointed that Nor wasn't
with
them, but this was a start.

Briefly signalling to Zara, Ching and Vega to position themselves behind the
small crowd so they wouldn't be noticed, he swooped down, landing behind the
two Kryptonians just as they were about to levitate upwards.  Clamping an
iron grip on each one's shoulder, he kept them firmly on the pavement.  As
he
did, Zara and the others pushed their way through the small crowd to stand
in
front of the two thugs.

Startled, the Kryptonians relaxed their grips on their unwilling dates who
launched into a semi-coherent explanation of what had happened, mingled with
frequent expressions of gratitude for Superman, and emphatic curses aimed at
the Kryptonians, all of it at the same time.  As a consequence, it was very
difficult for anyone to really understand what was going on.  For good
measure, one of them kicked her would-be abductor in the shins, eyes
widening
in surprise at the resulting pain she felt.

Arms pinioned firmly by their captors, Nor's henchmen were forcibly yanked
away from the crowd and escorted down the street until Superman thought they
were far enough away from the crowd to no longer be seen.  Spotting an
opportunity to unobtrusively take flight, they ducked into a sliver of space
between two buildings, then climbed skyward toward Clinton street.

Once there, the two men were confronted by Trey and the Three Elders.  This
was serious.  Regardless of any personal contempt these men may have felt
for
their leaders, they still were smart enough to know that at the moment they
didn't hold a winning hand.

Trey spoke up.  "Ching, Vega, take them back to the ship.  Incarcerate them
for the rest of our stay here.  Their actions have brought great dishonour
to
New Krypton."

"Not just yet.  First, they take us to Nor.  Then Ching and Vega can take
them back."

*****

When Superman and the others reached the penthouse, Clark stopped before
landing, did a quick scan of the apartment, and caught a glimpse of one of
the Kryptonians as he strode across the living room.  "Yeah, this is it.
Let's get these two," he jerked his head in the direction of the two men who
had led them there, "back to your ship.  Then we meet back here.  I'll wait
outside on the balcony until you return."

Superman flew with them to Centennial Park where the transporter, invisible
in hyperspace, was, in fact, "parked".  Once the two men were on board,
secured and guarded by Zara and Ching, Clark jumped  down, and watched as
the
ship vanished.  The trip wouldn't take them long; the transporter travelled
at the speed of light.

*****
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"Where are they?"  Anger seared Nor's face, as he roared at his two
remaining
underlings.

"They wanted some excitement.  They left a couple of hours ago."

"Fools.  They'll draw attention to themselves and Kal El will spot them."

Picking up an antique vase on a shelf in front of him, he hurled it against
the black marble surface of the fireplace, watching as it shattered, the
clatter of its shards as they fell to the hearth providing some release for
his tension.  His voice calmed.  "It's time to collect our insurance."
Removing the monitor attached to his vest, he checked on the location of
Lois
Lane.

"Yes," he smiled.  "If Kal El finds us here, he won't find us alone."

Moments later Nor and his two subordinates landed on the deserted sidewalk
in
 front of Clark's apartment on Clinton Street.  Nor forced open the front
door and stood on the small landing that lead down to Clark's living room,
scanning the space, looking for his quarry.

"Where is she?  Where is Lois Lane?" he demanded of the startled Elders who
had swiveled as one to stare open-mouthed at the figure standing at the top
of the steps.

In the tiny bathroom, Lois heard the racket, praying that Trask was still
out
on that walk he'd taken.  Cautiously, she opened the door, hoping to be able
to slip out the back before Nor saw her.  It was a naive hope.  Clark's
apartment was way too small; besides, as long as the tracer was still
effective, she wouldn't get very far.  She wasn't really surprised when she
felt Nor's hand coil around her upper arm.

"I'd prefer it if you stayed, Lois Lane."  He dragged her back into the
living area.

"My lord, I insist you treat this lady with respect," Trey's face was
flushed
as he blustered his command.

"I'll treat this... concubine however I please, Trey."

"Lord Nor, you've broken the law of the Council," the oldest Elder said.
"We
insist you return with us to New Krypton."

Nor's laughter was contemptuous as he stared at the Elders in disbelief.  He
didn't bother to reply as he flung Lois to the floor.  "Where is Kal El?
You
said he wanted to see me?  He's not here, I see."  He strode across to the
armchair at the foot of the foyer stairs, and turned it so that he could sit
watching both the door and the room.  "I can wait."

Lois straightened, sitting crossed-legged, her back against the living room
wall.  So can I, she thought, as she stared at Nor, taking in the blunted
features that could have been pleasant were they not marred by the cruelty
of
his character.  How could any of the Council members have even considered
the
possibility of this man ruling?  But Kal El was not the right man either.
Or
was she just being selfish because she wanted so desperately for him to stay
here?

What did *he* want?  Did he want to rule New Krypton?  It didn't seem like
it
to her, but she wasn't sure, like she wasn't sure about so many things.
Where did she really fit in his mind?  In his heart?  Her doubts about his
true feelings for her had surfaced again after Perry's allusion to the Lois
from the other dimension.  But then Lois remembered Clark's declaration of
love this morning when they been alone in the hallway on Zara's ship.  She'd
had no doubts then.  Nothing else had mattered to her at that moment but
him.
 When she was with him she believed him, convinced by the depths in his dark
eyes, and the soft huskiness that his voice sometimes took when he murmured
her name.  She sighed as she thought of how she felt when she was next to
him.

If Clark did stay, what then?   They had known each other for little more
than a week.  She didn't believe in love at first sight and she knew she
hadn't fallen in love with him at first sight.  But she'd been drawn to him,
concerned for him, and somewhere along the line she'd been amazed to
discover
that she loved him.  But who was he really in love with?  Her or that other
Lois?  Which one was his reality?  How would she ever know?

And why hadn't he told her about this parallel Lois?  Did he care so much
for
her that it hurt to talk about it?  Would he have ever told her, if she
hadn't found out?  She could understood why he hadn't immediately told her
about Zara.  He hadn't been sure himself about what he would do; she had
sensed his turmoil that night they'd talked on the beach outside of San
Francisco.  And she had sensed too that she had been part of what made him
reluctant to go with Zara.  Then there was her own involvement with Trask.
Did he understand about that or was he still resentful?   They had so many
things to talk about.

Lois leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes focused on Clark's
bookshelf, shifting her mind to the less puzzling task of looking at the
objects there, and the books which Clark had collected, but she was always
aware of Nor's presence as she sat there, waiting.

One of the Elders stood up and approached Nor.  "My lord, I pray you heed
Trey's word.  Your place is not here but on New Krypton."

Nor's words were ice.  "My place is where I decide."

*****

As he drifted down to the balcony, Superman automatically x-rayed the
penthouse.  They'd left!  Expelling a sharp exasperated breath, he
shot upward toward the centre of Metropolis's nightlife, hoping that Nor had
gone in search of his errant underlings.  When he failed to find any trace
of
him, a second thought surfaced, one that had been there since his recent
chat
with Lois.  His apartment.  As long as she was there, it would be easy for
Nor to locate it.

*****

Clark landed in the narrow back entry to his apartment, automatically
scanning the apartment as he did.  He'd been right; Nor and his thugs were
there as was everyone else except Trask.  Wonder where he had gone?  No one
appeared hurt although they were clearly not having much fun.  His hearing
picked up no sounds of conversation, only the fake laughter of some TV
sitcom.

Nor would have some superpowers but was he completely invincible?  Clark
would have to be careful.  He decided to enter through the back door -- that
would put him closer to where Lois was sitting.  With luck he could get
between her and Nor before Nor realized what was going on.

A quick glance at the back door revealed that it was locked.  No surprise.
He levelled his heat vision at it, melting the bolt which secured the door,
and then noiselessly pushed it ajar, floating inside to avoid crossing his
squeaky back floor.  Lucky the door didn't squeak too.  Lucky the TV was
blaring too loudly.  He would need all the luck he could get.

In a blur, he raced across the length of his apartment to where Nor was
sitting.  Before he got a chance to speak, Nor was on his feet.

"I believe you wanted to see me, Kal El."  He was physically an imposing
man,
 taller than Clark with the physique of someone who trained regularly.

"Your little holiday is over, Nor.  Time to go home."

"So inhospitable, Kal El.  You can't have it all to yourself, you know.  I
thought you chose New Krypton.  Why should you care what happens here?"  His
voice was careless but his actions weren't.  As he spoke he made a quick
dart
in Lois's direction but Clark was too fast for him.

Clark grabbed Nor by the throat, then shoved him to the side, knocking him
off balance so he staggered back against the wall.  But Nor recovered
instantaneously, his right arm stretching back, then thrusting forward in a
powerful blow to Clark's jaw, propelling him backwards so that he fell
against the kitchen table.  Clark leaped to his feet immediately only to be
faced on each side by Nor's bodyguards who joined Nor in his attack.

Lois was appalled yet not surprised by what was going on.  As the rapid
actions of the four men blurred together she heard Trey's querulous voice
imploring, with all the effectiveness of a WWF referee, "Gentlemen,
gentlemen..."  Taking advantage of the confusion, she crept the few feet to
the bookshelf.

Grabbing Clark's cordless phone, she placed a hasty call to Perry White.
"Clark's apartment, Perry.  Nor's here and Clark's needs help."  As she
spoke
she was running out the back door, around to the front of Clark's building.
<Come on, Trask, where are you?  Why are you taking so long on your
ridiculous walk?>  He had that gun and as much she was repelled by the idea,
she thought she'd like to have it just about now.  Wishing she'd also
grabbed
her coat as she'd fled, she jogged down Clinton Street, finally spotting him
at its far end.  She raced toward him

Inside it was hard to know who was winning the struggle as four bodies
tangled, pushed and slammed into others.  Nor's men sprawled into each other
and over rotated at one point as one of them misjudged the extra torque of a
superswing.  Clark had lost the offensive, but his lightening speed made him
hard pin him down.  All the while, as he blocked and feinted, he tried to
figure out how to win against three near supermen.  A quick reach for one of
Nor's men went awry as the man dodged quickly, then stumbled into Nor who
reflexively took a swipe at him, bouncing him onto the coffee table which
broke neatly in half.  Clark shot a quick blast of heat vision at the
hapless
man, now sprawled on the floor, but it was only momentarily effective
against
his opponent's semi-invulnerability.  He jumped to his feet again, grabbed a
nearby table lamp, and flung it at his opponent who ducked and then winced
when he heard it crash behind him.

Trey and the three elders had scattered, very aware that their brief time on
Earth had not yet affected their physical abilities.  They were what they
had
been before -- old men, powerless in the face of youthful brawn, and now
they
huddled in the farthest corners of Clark's apartment, still careful however
to select a spot where they could keep an eye on the action.

It was at that moment that Clark got some help.  Their two prisoners
securely
stowed on the NKSS Future, Zara, Ching, and Vega entered the small apartment
and joined the fray.  Four against three.  Not only that, the four had the
more highly developed abilities.  The odds had now shifted.  Levitating as
high as they could in Clark's living room, they floated above the brawl,
each
selecting a target whom he blasted with a ray of heat vision, then moved in
to take advantage of his opponent's transient discomfort.  Zara, who had
enrolled in a martial arts class when she'd first come to Earth, now got a
chance to try out a manoeuvre which was designed to be much more effective
against a man than a woman.  She thrust her leg outward, jackknifing it into
her opponent who doubled over, clutching his groin.  She quickly grabbed him
by the elbow, exerted as much pressure as she could and twisted his arm
behind his back. Clark motioned for her to stand to one side, and he blew
out
a strong blast of subzero air, instantly covering the man in a layer of
frost.  Clark wasn't sure how long that would keep him immobile but he could
keep on repeating it if necessary.  Nor's other subordinate got the same
treatment.

At last, Clark stood in the middle of his demolished living room, surrounded
by the debris of broken furniture, and chunks of plaster, and hauled an
exhausted Nor to his feet.  "Vacation's over, Nor."

Trey stepped forward.  "Lord Nor, the council places you under detention, to
await trial."

"For what?"

"Treason," Zara stated decisively.  "When you chose to interfere on Earth,
you challenged the rightful authority of the Council."

"You call this little expedition treason?"

Zara ignored his comment, adding firmly, "*And* kidnapping."

As she was speaking, the front door opened to reveal Lois and Trask, his
right arm raised in readiness to use the gun which he held pointed above
their heads.  Their entrance provided enough distraction so that every one
was a little off guard, unprepared for what happened next.  Nor made a grab
to his left for Zara, but Trask was quick.  He took careful aim and fired.
Clark had been standing with his back to the front door and, as he heard the
crack of the gun firing, he swiveled to face Trask, his startled voice
protesting, just as Nor sank to his knees, clutching his right shoulder,
truly defeated.  Trask lowered his gun.

"It's Kryptonite," Clark said to Zara as he knelt beside the wounded Nor,
holding his hand to stem the bleeding.  "Will it kill him?"

Zara looked at her enemy contemptuously.  "It's a shoulder wound -- if we
get
him back to the ship quickly, our doctors will be able to save him."

Clark rose to his feet.  "Then let's haul these guys out of here."

"Trask, do you mind if I take that gun?" Zara asked.  "I'd like to make sure
that we don't have any trouble getting these people back where they belong."

Trask looked at her, his reluctance to part with his revolver clear in his
narrowed eyes and the way in which he pulled the gun a little closer to his
body.

Ching spoke up.  "Trask, we need to secure these criminals if we're to get
them safely back to New Krypton.  We don't want to take any chances."
Wordlessly, Trask handed Ching his gun.  "Thank you.  Once we've got our
prisoners safely on board, we'll return here for Trey and the Elders," he
said.

After they left, Lois turned to Trask.  "You didn't kill him."  After all
his
rants and his paranoia about aliens, she had been surprised.

"My mistake.  It was tricky with Zara there.  But it was a lousy shot.
Better put in some range time next week," Trask responded.  His eyes swept
over Clark's apartment, at the smashed lamp, the singed sofa, the upended
table, the two broken chairs, and the numerous holes in the plaster.  "This
must've been some fight," he said wistfully.

"Yeah," Lois looked at the shambles.  "Guess Clark's gonna lose his
deposit."

*****

It wasn't long before Clark was back, accompanied by Zara and Ching, but
this
time without Vega who had remained on board, assigned to keep an eye on the
prisoners.  It was now very late at night, and they had left their
tranporter
hovering in hyperspace just above the streetlights on Clinton street, ready
to return immediately.

"I wanted to thank you, Lois, before we left," Zara said, smiling.  Then she
faced Trask, "And thank you, Jason Trask, for coming to my defence.  I will
never forget either of you."  Then she looked at Clark, "Will you return
with
us, Kal El?"

"No, Zara," he said gently.  "We both know that wouldn't work.  Besides,
there's no real need for me on New Krypton.  Earth is my home, where I
belong."

"But you are the rightful ruler, my lord," Trey objected, although he did
not
sound very upset by what Clark had said.

"No, Trey. I'm not.  Zara is.  Maybe it's time to recognize that."

Trey bowed his head although it was one of the Elders who spoke.  "We have
spoken of this while we have been here.  You have shown bravery, Kal El, but
we fear that you have grown too far from our customs.  Lady Zara has shown
that she has courage.  She did not back down in the face of Nor's threats,
and she was wiser than some of us," he shifted his eyes to look at his
fellow
Councillors, "in assessing Nor's true character.  Perhaps it is time for New
Krypton to make a change."

One of the other Elders added, "If she has the guidance of an honourable man
who will act as co-ruler, the council will be willing to change our
constitution to permit her to rule."

The third Elder completed the circle.  "We have always respected Ching's
abilities and he comes from an honourable house.  We also," he coughed
discreetly, "have been aware of the bond that exists between the Lady Zara
and Lieutenant Ching.  If you would agree to marry Lieutenant Ching, my
lady,
then the Council would recognize you both as rulers of New Krypton."

"If... if," Zara was speechless, beaming at Ching who had involuntarily
raised his hand to touch her face.  For a moment, neither spoke as they
gazed
at each other, silently communicating their happiness and Ching's silent
repetition of her name.

Then Ching found his voice as his hand drifted down to grasp  Zara's, and he
actually smiled.  "I would be most -- happy to accede to the wishes of the
Council."

Zara turned to Clark and gave him a swift hug.  "You see, we have given in
to
our emotions," she smiled.  "Thank you, Kal El.  We will never forget you."

Then they were gone, vanishing after a brief moment in which their
transporter was clearly visible on Clinton street, seen by no one in the
darkness of early morning.  At least, probably by no one.

Five minutes later as Trask, Lois, and Clark were halfheartedly surveying
the
wreck that was Clark's apartment, the MPD arrived, followed by an unmarked
car carrying either Agency or Military personnel.  They burst into the
apartment, guns cocked, and looked around.

"Terrific timing, guys.  Couldn't figure out the paper work?" Trask asked
sarcastically.

"What happened?"

"They came; now they're gone."  Trask looked over at Lois.  "I'll ride back
downtown with these guys.  I guess the threat's over."  Then he added
ominously, "For now."

"Trask, it's over. They won't be back," Clark said.

"If not them, then someone else.  If it's happened once..."  He didn't
bother
finishing what was an obvious statement.

"But you do believe that Superman's not a threat," Lois prodded.

Trask narrowed his eyes and look at the Man of Steel.  "Probably not.  But
I've got my eyes on him."  Then he grinned at Lois, "Anyway, Lane, I figure
he'll have his hands full with you."

Clark thrust out his hand to shake Trask's and he grinned.  "I hope so.  And
thanks, Trask."

*****

As it turned out, the police also expected a statement from Lois, and one
from Clark, too, whom they asked with a deference which would have impressed
their grandmothers although Superman had often given them brief statements
over the past year.  Nevertheless, they were still in some awe of the Man of
Steel.

Clark agreed, taking a quick look at the disaster in his living room,
mentally taking inventory as to what was salvageable.  Good thing tomorrow
was his day off.

As they all trooped out the front door, a black sedan pulled up to the curb
and Perry White lowered a window.  "Excitement over?  I knew I shouldn't
have
gone to Mexico.  Tomorrow evening, you two drop by and let me know what
happened.  Wish it could be sooner but I have to put in an appearance at Lex
Luthor's fund-raiser.  I sure would like to figure out what that guy's up
to."  Perry yawned, a tribute to both a long day of travel and a dawn which
was just a few hours away.  "Okay, Fred, home," he said to his driver; then
he raised the window of his car, and with a casual half wave, rode off.

*****
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Connections, part 30 (final)
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Late the next morning Lois showed up on Clark's doorstep.  He'd asked her to
share a late breakfast with him, hoping that finally they would get a chance
to sort out where things stood between them.  Hoping for a normal day.  No
natural disasters, prison riots, or relatives from outer space -- just a
normal day.

Much earlier, too early to call it morning, after they had finished making
their statements to the police and been debriefed by the military, Lois had
offered to come over, after she got some sleep, to help him clean up his
apartment.  He knew he could clear out the debris much faster on his own and
so did she, he figured.  But it would be so much better if he did it with
her.  Now, as she stood there in the grey light of a snowy January day, he
beamed at her, taking the brown paper bag which she proffered as she crossed
his threshold.

"Bagels," she said.  "Still warm.  I got them across from my hotel.  That
deli is the best thing about my apartment."  She slid her small backpack
from
her shoulders, depositing it at the base of the coat rack by his front door.
She narrowed her eyes.  "You look different with morning stubble."

He grimaced.  "Sorry.  I'm not sure how, but my bathroom mirror got broken
last night."

As she slipped off her layers of winter clothing, she gazed at his
apartment.
 "You've got rid of all the smashed stuff -- doesn't leave much, does it?"
She looked at him sympathetically, their eyes meeting as he nodded mutely at
her words.  She averted her gaze, trying to avoid that feeling which flipped
around inside her heart whenever their eyes met and what should have been
commonplace escalated into something more.

She felt nervous, unsure about what she was doing here, of what she was
going
to say to him.  Furniture should be safe.  "But the rest of it can be fixed.
That, for instance."  She pointed to a kitchen chair which tilted awkwardly
on three legs. "And you can get the couch recovered.  Replaster the walls,
too. Maybe hang a picture over that really big hole over there.  It'll all
look as good as when you first moved in."  She'd paced down into his living
area wandering by each item as she babbled a nervous string of meaningless
observations like a hostess on the decorating channel.

He stayed where he was, on the landing by his front door, and watched her.
Her nervousness reflected his own.  He wanted to put her at ease.  Wanted
more than anything for it to be comfortable between the two of them.  To do
ordinary things with her.  What if she didn't want that as well?   "Lois,"
he
said softly.

She raised her eyes to his.  "I guess you don't really need my help with
this, do you?" she asked as she gestured at the room around her.

"Yes, I do.  I need you to help me make it home again."

"Oh," she smiled shyly, suddenly aware of how very much she would like to do
that.  "Oh.  In that case, we'd better get started."  She gave the room a
second look; then stepped briskly up the steps to the landing, pulled his
coat from the coat rack, handed it to him, and put hers back on.  "We're
gonna need stuff -- to fix the plaster, and some paint  -- do you think the
same colour as before or do you want to try something new?" she finished as
she pulled her scarf around her face.

He grinned at her, happy now as he felt the change in her.  He bent over and
kissed her lightly.  "Something new, Ms. Lane.  You decide."  He reached for
an old baseball cap on their way out the door, and pulled it on.

They spent the rest of the morning shopping -- laughing over things that
neither had any intention of ever having, shrugging their shoulders when an
item was way too expensive, arguing about paint colours -- it turned out
Clark didn't really mean that she could decide after all.  It meant she
could
present him with a few possibilities but he wanted input and they argued
amiably about the final choice.  She expressed admiration at his knowledge
of
the variety of material for fixing walls but he caught the twinkle in her
eye
as she spoke and he knew she was teasing him.

"Come on," he said, as they stood in the only deserted aisle of a huge
fix-it
emporium, "you think this is a meaningless skill."

"No, no.  It's the truth.  You never can tell when you'll have to redo your
apartment after a wrestling match with thugs from outer space."

"It wasn't my fault, Lois," he said loftily.

"I know, it's always the other guy's fault.  Do I want to know if you
enjoyed
that fight?"

He grinned.  "No."  He read the label on a plastic container of some miracle
goop which was supposed to resurrect old plaster walls. "This should do it.
Okay, let's go see if we can figure out what to do with this stuff."

"You still need a mirror.  Next aisle over, maybe."  As they walked across
the wide main aisle, they passed several other shoppers, all of whom paid
them no attention whatsoever.  Lois whispered to him, "Clark, no one's
recognized you this morning."

"Yeah.  Great, isn't it?  Must be my Leo Lambossa look."

She looked at him, stubble, old ski jacket, jeans baggy at the knees, and
the
baseball cap.  "Must be.  You look kinda charming, Clark."

"You think?" he grinned.

She pulled him in front of a mirror.  "See," she teased.  "Definitely G.Q."

He laughed, pulling her against his side, and they solemnly regarded their
reflections.  "What do you see?" he asked her softly.

"Is that a trick question, Kent?"

"No.  It's an honest one."

"I see you, and I see a reflection of me.  Is that what you see, too, Clark?
A mirror image of me or the real me?"

He drew a deep breath.  "So that's it.  That's what's been bothering you
this
morning.  Look, we need to talk, but not here.  Let's pay for this stuff and
head back to my place; and then you and I, Lois Lane, are going to clear the
air."

They walked in silence to the cash, paid for Clark's supplies, and then
dashed  to catch the bus which was pulling to a stop across the street from
the hardware store.  The bus was mostly empty and they swung back to seats
at
the rear so Clark could pile his purchases on the floor without fear of
obstructing any passengers.

They began the ride in silence, Lois staring out the slush sprayed window,
not seeing anything.  In spite of where they were, Clark found it impossible
not to speak.  "I've told you, Lois, it's you.  You that I want."

She turned to look at him.  "Then why didn't you tell me about her sooner?"

"Why didn't you tell me about Trask?" he countered.

She flushed.  "That's different.  I wasn't in love with Trask.  It wasn't
personal."

"I wasn't in love with her either, Lois.  Besides, Trask was out to get me
and you were part of it!  How was I supposed to feel about that?"

"I wasn't out to get you -- I was out to find the truth about you."

"So why didn't *you* tell me?"

She looked at him truthfully.  "Clark, it all happened so fast.  I seemed to
be in the middle of just figuring you out, and the next thing I know I was
falling in love with you, and *then* the next thing I know you're about to
disappear to another planet.  And one not even in this galaxy, Clark!" she
added, as though this latter point were the most important.  "There was no
time to really talk to you."

"Falling in love with me?"  A small satisfied smile curved his lips as he
picked up the most important thing she'd said, at least from his point of
view.

She shot him a resentful glare.  "Yes.  And then I find out you've got this
*thing* for this... this parallel me."

"What?  Lois, it isn't, wasn't, like that. She just kinda took over."  He
shrugged his broad shoulders helplessly as he remembered.  "But I won't lie
either.  I liked it.  I liked it a lot."  He grinned.  "She was nearly as
amazing as you are."  He calmed down, trying to figure out how he could
convince her.  What if he couldn't?  He took her hand in his, noticing
absently how slender her fingers were.

"Lois, you have to believe me.  My feelings were confused.  I never really
understood what they were exactly. Even when she was here.  I was engaged to
Lana, and then *she* came and I felt something I'd never felt before.  But
it
never felt right and the confusion stayed.  But I've never felt confused
about how I feel about you."  He stopped, and searched her face, looking for
a sign in her dark eyes that she understood.  "I've told you the truth,
Lois.
 I did care for her; there was something I felt when we met -- but Lois, it
was you who I was supposed to have that feeling for.  *She* was the
stand-in,
not you.  She belongs in another universe -- this is our world.  Yours and
mine."  He held her eyes with his own and tightened his hold on her hand.
"You know that's the truth, Lois, just as I understand how it was that you
came to work with Trask."  The timbre of his voice was low, soft, telling
her
as much as his words how he felt.

"You do?"

With a small hopeful grin, he replied.  "Yeah, I do.  But I gotta say, Lois,
I felt a little betrayed, at first.  I guess I just assumed that you would
fall unquestioning into my arms and I was surprised when you didn't."

"Why would you think that, Clark?  I mean is that what usually happens --
women just fall into your arms?"

"No, no," he protested, mentally adding, not unless they want something.

"Then why would you think that, Clark?" she repeated her question.  "When we
talked about this yesterday morning, I had this feeling there was something
you weren't telling me.  I believe what you've told me, why I don't know,"
she added with a half grin at what she hoped would not prove to be her
foolishness.  She cocked her head to one side.  "But I also don't believe
you've told me everything."

The bus driver called out the next stop.  It was theirs, and Clark leaned
over to pick up the shopping bags beside his seat, then stood back while she
preceded him to the centre of the bus where they got off.  It was still
snowing and by this point there had been a significant accumulation -- it
looked like they were in for a major winter storm.

As they walked in the blowing snow the couple of blocks back to his place,
Lois returned to her query.  "I'm right, aren't I, Clark, that there's
something you haven't told me."  When he was silent beside her, she
continued, "Please, Clark, if we're to start again, there has to be complete
honesty between us."

"I know that, Lois, and I want nothing less than that for us.  No lies, no
hiding."

"So... " she started for him.

"Lois, I've never believed in fate or predestination or destiny or whatever
you want to call it.  And I still don't.  I don't believe that things are
predetermined.  I've always believed that each of us is unique, and we make
choices, that we make the best of the circumstances in which we find
ourselves, that things happen for a logical reason."

She listened, wondering where he was going with this little dissertation.
When he ground to a halt, she prodded, "But..."

"But how do I explain what happened between us?  The helplessness I feel
when
I look at you, the magic when I'm with you?"  He flashed her a quick grin.
"I just  hope you occasionally feel as crazy as I do."

"So..."  She wasn't about to let the grin distract her.

"So maybe it *was* meant to be.  You and me always, wherever we are."

She stopped walking so she could look at him, at the ridiculous blue
baseball
 cap which was now flecked with snow, at the grizzled black stubble on his
chin, at his wonderful eyes, darkened now almost to black as he tried to
tell
her what was in his heart.

She shook her head as though to clear it and then she realized what it was
that he hadn't told her.  "What about the other Clark Kent -- *your*
otherworld parallel?  Is he a superman, too?"  Then she added, her voice a
whisper.  "Does he know Lois Lane?  Are they friends?"

"Yes."  He watched, waiting for her to go further.

"Good friends?"

"Yes."

She felt her heart beating rapidly as she asked, "How good?  Just how
friendly are they, Clark?"  When he hesitated, she added.  "If I'm following
a script here, Clark, I want to know what it is."

He didn't smile.  "They're married, Lois."

Her eyes widened and she picked up her pace, walking rapidly the last few
steps to his front door.  She handed him the shopping bag she'd been
carrying.
 "Guess I'll be going now," she said, running back down his steps.

"See, that's exactly what I was afraid of," he called out.  "Nobody tells
Lois Lane what to do."

"We're not puppets on a string being manipulated by some universal dungeon
master."

"Nope."

"I believe in free will."

"Me too."

"Are they happily married?"

He smiled, remembering the relief and happiness which had suffused their
faces as Clark had held Lois on his return from the ordeal into which Tempus
had hurled him.  "Very happy."

"That doesn't mean that we... that it would be the same here."

"No."  He waited for her to make up her mind.

"Do you still want some help with your apartment?"

He smiled, feeling the tension slip from his shoulders.  "Yes."

"Okay, then."  She tramped up his steps.  "Let's get started."  She passed
by
him, through his doorway, afraid to look at him as she thought to herself
that going into his apartment was either the most foolish thing she'd ever
done or the bravest.  Then a small voice inside her added, or maybe the best
thing.  She accepted what he said about his feelings for both her and for
this other version of her, but she couldn't resist adding, just to let him
know he didn't have the upper hand here, "So what's this other Clark Kent
like?  Do you think I'd be attracted to him?"

"No, you would not!" he replied emphatically and she was pleased.

They spent the next couple of hours working on his living room, clearing out
as many of the bits of shattered wall and furniture as humanly possible.
They patched, sanded and repatched his walls, but one of the holes was not
going to disappear.

"Must've been Nor's head which hit it," Lois said derisively.

"Uh, I think it was mine," he replied.

She grinned.  "You did have a good time, didn't you."

"A little.  Maybe."  When she levelled him an appraising glance, he added,
"It's funny, Lois.  At first, I did kinda enjoy it -- it was like a test.
But that didn't last long.  I expected to win, though, but then it was clear
it wasn't going to happen.  Lois, I've always been against violence, against
killing, and yet when Trask raised his hand to shoot Nor, I couldn't stop
him.  I should have been able to deflect that bullet but I didn't even try."
He looked at her and she saw the guilt and the doubt in his eyes.

She touched his chest, sliding her hand in short strokes across it.  "So
you're not perfect, Clark Kent."  Gently, she teased, "Did you think maybe
you were?"  When he shook his head in mute denial, she smiled, her eyes
deepened by the tenderness she felt for him.  "What matters is what we
strive
for.  That doesn't mean that once in awhile we won't do something we regret.
And Clark, you know Nor would have killed you if he could -- not stopping
Trask, Clark -- you're only human."  She paused.  "I didn't try to stop
Trask
either,  and I was standing next to him.  It all happened so quickly -- Nor
had to be stopped, that's all I thought."  She met his eyes, now seeking his
understanding.

He touched her cheek, tracing its outline.  "So I guess you're only human,
too, Lois Lane?"   He bent his dark head over hers and kissed her gently,
aware of the soft warmth of her mouth beneath his own, of her hand on his
chest, of how silky her hair felt in his hand.  Instinctively he wrapped his
arms around her, holding her against him as he deepened their kiss,
overwhelmed by the passion of her response, of his desire for her.  As his
mouth slid eagerly over hers, he forgot everything; nothing existed but the
woman in his arms.  He felt lost, giddy, light, lightweight...

"Clark!  We're floating!"

Their heads brushed the ceiling, startling him and they fell with an abrupt
thud, sprawling on the floor; at least he was sprawled on the floor; she had
fallen on top of him.  He leaned back on his elbows, looking at her,
astonished.  "That's never happened before.  I mean, when I kiss a woman."
He quickly added, "Not that I've kissed a lot of women."

Lois laughed at him, rolling sideways to sit on the floor beside him.  "You
are the most amazing man, Clark Kent."

"Just keep that thought, Ms. Lane."

Lois pointed to the ceiling.  "By the way, while we were up there, I noticed
a couple of holes in the ceiling.  That you or Nor or one of his boys?"

"The crack's always been there but that hole -- that was Nor's guy -- the
tall one."

She reached behind her for the tub of spackle and handed it to him.  "Good
thing you can float.  Saves hauling out the ladder."

"I'd rather get back to what we were doing when our heads touched the
ceiling."  He grinned at her wickedly.

She resisted.  "Not so fast, Kal El."

He took the filler from her with an air of exaggerated resignation and rose
to his feet, demonstrating to her that he knew how to be cooperative and
would give them the time she wanted.  He hoped she noticed, he thought, as
he
carefully pushed white paste into the hole in his ceiling, a Michelangelo
without his scaffold, happy to do this simple thing, all the while aware of
her working at another corner of the room.  He'd never felt so content in
his
life.

An hour later, they called it quits.  They'd done as much as possible; now
everything had to dry before the first coat of paint could be applied.  Lois
stood in the centre of the room and surveyed their work.  "It already looks
much better, don't you think?"

"Absolutely.  I kinda like the look of random patched plaster."

"Yes," she agreed seriously.  "We're pretty good, aren't we?  It'll be a
shame to paint over it."  The she gave a little giggle and he looked at her,
a glint in his eye.  Because she was beginning to recognize that glint just
like she was beginning to recognize the small leap in her pulse which it
triggered, she took evasive action.

"I've brought something for you.  How about you get us something to drink
while get it?"  She trotted toward his front door, removing her knapsack
from
his coat rack.  She pulled out a shallow cardboard box and brought it back
to
place it on his couch, regretting the loss of his coffee table.

"What is it?" he asked as he handed her a glass of wine.

He opened the battered box and his eyes welled up as he saw the contents. He
looked at her, his voice husky as he asked, "Where'd you get these?"

"In Smallville, from Mrs. Jackson.  Remember, she and her husband bought
your
folks' farm?  She asked me if I would give them to you."

Slowly he touched one of the pictures on the top of the disorderly, jumbled
pile, gazing at the image of his mother on the porch of their old frame
house.  He felt Lois's hand on his arm and he looked up.

She said gently, "So ... tell me about the pictures, Clark."

He picked up one of the photographs, one of his mom and dad with him in the
middle, and looked at it, not speaking.  Then he met her eyes, his own
misty.
 His voice was low, barely audible as he said, "I've been so alone since
they
died, Lois.  Never belonging anywhere."

"Did that change when Zara came?" she asked sympathetically.  "When you met
the New Kryptonians, was it satisfying in any way?"

"At first, I was excited.  They had the answers to so many things I never
knew.  When I was with them, I kept waiting for this incredible feeling of
connection, like I was really where I belonged.  But that's only happened
once in my life -- that night in my dad's barn when I met you."

Lois's eyes blurred as she reached across the box of photos to touch his
hand. "I felt it, too, Clark.  That night, I tried to leave but I couldn't."
She picked up another picture of Clark proudly displaying a birdhouse he'd
built, his father beaming in the background.  "But at least you got to find
out who your real parents were," she said.

"Yeah, I did.  My real parents are Martha and Jonathan Kent.  It was
incredible finding out about Lara and Jor El -- that means more to me than I
can say.  And I know how much they cared for me.  But all through this past
week, I've been thinking about my Mom and Dad, remembering.  Lois, I was
born
Kryptonian and I will always revere the memory of Lara and Jor El.
Kryptonian society is so different -- I can't tell you how frustrating I
found it."  He grinned.  "I guess that's obvious.  Still, there didn't seem
much reason to stay here either. But that changed that night.  Now there's
you," he looked at her in wonder and his hand touched her hair, assuring
himself of her reality.  "And I felt this sense of connection that I had
never felt before.  And I knew.  I knew.  You are me and I am you."
Reaching
out his hand to touch her neck, he pulled her gently toward him, leaning
across the box of old photographs to kiss her.

She asked him the question which still vaguely teased her heart. "How do I
know I'm not just a substitute for who you really want to be with?"

He touched her hair, his eyes shining as he answered her, "Because you're
not, because I love you, because the thought of a life without you scares
me,
because I would never lie to you..."

She believed him.  The truth is what he would always tell her.  And she
knew,
finally there are things you just have to accept or you could go nuts
wondering about what might have been.  She took a brief gulp of air, as she
put her hand on his shoulder.  "Because we were meant to be together," she
finished for him.

"Yeah, that too."  His voice was low, a husky whisper as he brushed his lips
against hers, seeking her, moving his mouth slowly in response to her small
sigh.  "This box is in the way," he muttered as he carefully placed it on
the
floor.  Then he pulled her against him, slowly kissing the side of her neck.
As she whispered she loved him, he smiled against her cheek, then captured
her lips, losing himself in her, and his arms tightened around her.  Eager
hands touching hungry souls.  Connecting...

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the end
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Of course, it's to be expected that I would mislabel at least one of the
posts.  It should be "part 30 of 30 (final)"  There aren't 2 part 29's.

My apologies,
Carol
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LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU writes:
>Of course, it's to be expected that I would mislabel at least one of the
>posts.  It should be "part 30 of 30 (final)"  There aren't 2 part 29's.
>
>My apologies,
>Carol

Doesn't matter what you call it, a rose by another name....
Haven't got time to say more than I've just finished reading Connections
and I love it.
Gerry
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On Tue, 18 Apr 2000 19:01:04 EDT, Alexis W. <LoisLane9397@AOL.COM> wrote:

> Also we aren't ashamed
>of our love for Lois and Clark..that we don't have to hide from others
using
>psydo-names when we write.  I think that's pretty neat. =)

Er ... can you say "Zoomway", "Demi", "Doc Klein's LabRat", "Hazel" and
"Mobile Richard"?  Yes, many of us use our own names, but many do not (the
list is a lot longer than five names), and that's just fine.  Fanfic writers
have their own reasons for using the screen name they do, and no one
decision
is any better than another.

As for the "nitpicking": play nice, people.  I'm about to leave for five
days
to visit my parents for the holidays and I don't want to come back to find a
flame war.  Constructive criticism is welcome on this list, but it should be
done politely. For those on the receiving end, remember that your response
to
criticism says a lot about you.  Take the high road.

The "nitpicking" portion of this thread is CLOSED, but anyone who wants to
respond to the rest of it, please feel free.  The article was great.

Kathy
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On Tue, 18 Apr 2000 19:33:37 -0700, Lori Llorence <creolel@CA.FREEI.NET>
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>Oh this story is GREAT, but I am hoping it is all just a bad dream!! You
>have me soooooo frustrated!  I can't wait for the next installment!!
>
>Lori
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: LoisLane9397@aol.com [mailto:LoisLane9397@aol.com]
>Sent: Tuesday, April 18, 2000 10:42 AM
>To: creolel@mail.ca.freei.net
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>
>PART 14

Please be sure to check the headings before replying to posts.  The above
story is an Nfic and was posted (appropriately) on the nfanfic list --
please
do not give feedback on THIS listserv.

Thank you,

Kathy
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Oh, Carol you've left me in a big mushy pile of WAFFiness... this was
wonderful, absolutely wonderful.  The two elements of your a-plot solved
each other, and Lois and Clark are together, and all's so very right
with the world... thank you, thank you!

And I laughed out loud when the MPD showed up :p

Excellent work!!!
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"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.
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On Wed, 19 Apr 2000 16:47:22 -0500, Kathy Brown <kathybrown91@HOME.COM>
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>Constructive criticism is welcome on this list, but it should be
>done politely.

As always, Kathy, you're quite right, and please accept my sincere
apologies for my misuse of the list.

Wendy
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Subject:      Re: SIP: Connections - part 29 of 30 (final)

Carol, well done! I told you right from the start that this was a terrific
story, and it is. It's been a thrilling ride, and a wonderful finish.

s
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It has some of my favourite moments in fanfic, such as the meeting between
Lois and Clark in Smallville, that passionate kiss in his apartment, the
introspection (particularly the is-it-a-date-or-an-interview thoughts <g>),
that WHAMmy argument up on the roof and the way you portrayed their hurt
afterwards - and especially the beautifully WAFFy ending. You took it from
something as mundane as DIY work on Clark's apartment to those old
photographs, and those truly beautiful final paragraphs.

I'm terrible at picking Kerth winners (only voted for 2 out of 17 this
year!) but I'd be amazed if this didn't collect at least one next year.

I hope you've already started your next story, Carol!! <bg>

Wendy
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So, Carol, now that you've finished it, you're going to be putting the
final polish on and submitting it to the archive =soon=, right?  I'm not
reading works in progress right now (it's a time management thing), but I'm
eagerly looking forward to seeing the final version!

Becky

rbain@uswest.net

Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
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Carol,

Just a note from a reader that has thoroughly enjoyed this story from
beginning to end. You managed to take two plots and put them together so
nicely. And the fact that I almost had sympathy for Trask shows how well
you've played with my notion of the character from the series. And like
other posters, I loved the final section with Lois and Clark working
through their insecurities..Great....!

Well done.

I'm looking forward to your next effort

Regards
Anita
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--- Charlotte Fisler <Cdfisler@AOL.COM> wrote:
mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes:
>
> << Does anyone know any good places to visit near
> the
>  Gatwick airport for a sleep deprived St. Louisian?
>   >>
>
> Not me, but what makes you think you're allowed to
> waste the time visiting?.
> Stay in the airport or a nearby hotel with pencil
> and paper and
> write-write-write.
>
> Just kidding.  Have a wonderful time.
>
> Charlotte
>

If you must know, I am hoping that my company will let
me take a laptop, for two reasons.
1. So that I can still perform support work if
necessary at my work, even though I will be 7 hours
up-time from them.
2. That I may compose additional parts of 7 days of
Superman.  I find it a whole lot easier to compose on
the computer than to write on paper. (if for no other
reason than I hate having to transcribe my own hand
writting!)

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hello everyone!

I've got a little question....

In what episode does Lois tell Superman hat she would love him even if he
was an ordinary guy?

/Camilla
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On Thu, 20 Apr 2000 01:47:26 PDT Camilla H=E5kansson=20
<love_3001@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:

> In what episode does Lois tell Superman that she would love him even=20
if he was an ordinary guy? <

"Barbarians at the Planet" -- first of the two parts of the first=20
season finale (and probably the episode I dislike the most of the=20
entire run).

Phil
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In a message dated 4/20/00 5:47:35 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK writes:

<<
 "Barbarians at the Planet" -- first of the two parts of the first
 season finale (and probably the episode I dislike the most of the
 entire run). >>

More than the wedding/clone arc?  What makes this episode less likable than
those, I wonder?

Ann
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On Thu, 20 Apr 2000 07:11:00 EDT, Ann E. McBride <Aerm1@AOL.COM> wrote:

>More than the wedding/clone arc?  What makes this episode less likable than
>those, I wonder?

If we had seen the originally planned ending of the clone arc (Lois never
having been replaced by Lex after all, L&C realizing they really are married
at the end and tenderly making love on their wedding night), I daresay that
arc would be one of the best and favorite of the show's run.  To be honest,
I
thought "Seconds" was absolutely brilliant.  John Shea was breathtaking as
Lex, and the suspense was heart-pounding.  If "Memory Lane" (the original
title of the final arc episode, where Lois would have slowly gotten her
memory back and told Superman that she can't be with him because she loves
Clark) had aired as planned, I would have been one extremely satisifed FoLC.
:)

All that wishful thinking over, I guess I'd say that "Forget Me Not", the
4th
ep of the 5 clone-arc story is the only story on my hate list.  The whole
Deter thing was just awful.  It was out and out character assasination that
Lois would fall for Deter instead of redeveloping her crush on Superman
(thus
retracing S1 and going into the final episode on a funny and hopeful note
instead of a tragic one.)  It betrays the whole premise of the show and the
'soul mates' destiny.

I can always find at least a few scenes in every episode that I enjoy (even
the dreaded FMN has "do you have a girlfriend ... or a boyfriend?" <g>), but
there are definitely episodes I like more than others.

For example, let's start with "Chi of Steel", where Clark, by inaction and
eyerolling, supports the sexism that Lois is trying to fight.  Instead of
being outraged along with Lois (or even understanding of why she'd be upset,
though seeing both sides), instead, he mocked her along with the other men.
That is not the way his Momma raised him, I can guarantee, and if Martha had
been around to witness his behavior, he would have received the ear pull of
his life. <bg>

(Though you gotta love the ending, where Martha embarrasses Clark at the
dinner table. "Mom!" "Oh, honey, Lois is family!" :))

She certainly is. :)

Kathy
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>From: Kathy Brown <kathybrown91@HOME.COM>

>If we had seen the originally planned ending of the clone arc (Lois never
>having been replaced by Lex after all, L&C realizing they really are
>married
>at the end and tenderly making love on their wedding night), I daresay that
>arc would be one of the best and favorite of the show's run.  To be honest,
>I
>thought "Seconds" was absolutely brilliant.  John Shea was breathtaking as
>Lex, and the suspense was heart-pounding.  If "Memory Lane" (the original
>title of the final arc episode, where Lois would have slowly gotten her
>memory back and told Superman that she can't be with him because she loves
>Clark) had aired as planned, I would have been one extremely satisifed
>FoLC.
>:)

Huh?  Where did this episode come from?  Is there a script somewhere for
this?  Frankly Kathy, I'm with you, I would have much prefered that
storyline than the one that aired...

KathR

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On Thu, 20 Apr 2000 10:48:57 +0100, Phillip Atcliffe
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>"Barbarians at the Planet" -- first of the two parts of the first
>season finale (and probably the episode I dislike the most of the
>entire run).

Well, we know your feelings about Luthor, Phil. But I love it for the
heartwrenching scenes where, first, Clark declares his love for Lois, and
then later rejects her as Superman. And then at the end, when he watches
Luthor slide his ring on her finger, and flies off and screams silently in
the Arctic - great agonising stuff. And all of these elements make BATP
great fodder for fanfic, as a number of us have found... ;)

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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
of gunshot tore through the air and bullet burst up through the floor.
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 around him.  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, the mall’s closed, so it’s gotta be me or
you, and I seriously doubt it’s me.  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 announce, “Bet they’re shooting up the
elevator shaft from the doors at the floor below us.  They’re probably the
ones who stopped the elevator in first place.  Just how much ammunition do
these people *have*, anyway?”

“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 was
demolished at the ground dozens upon dozens of feet below, followed by what
she recognized as the remnants of a bomb.  Of course.  They could just cut
the elevator’s supports like normal villains, could they?  Oh, no.  They had
to show off and use a bomb.  What else?

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.

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Works for me, Jessi :)  Still very low-key, since your focus is on the
interaction, not the bad guys, but you've included more details there
for those who need them :)
--
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"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.
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Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.  I was working on sending this to the archive and
accidentally sent it to the list instead.  Yeah, the addresses are nothing
alike, but I was editing the saved draft rather than formatting a whole new
copy.  I forgot to edit the address. <g>

On the bright side, this is the part with most of the new changes.  So if
you're interested in seeing what I changed before it hits the archive, there
you go.

Jessi
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Gerry, Pam, Wendy, Anita -- Thanks very much for your feedback. :) I'm much
relieved that you thought the ending satisfactory and I'm impressed that you
kept reading what turned out to be too long a story.   It's odd how Trask
turned out in the story --in my original rough outline, he was definitely
one
of the villains.

Wendy asked  if I'd already started my next story.  No!  I have big plans to
get caught up on Wendy Ricahrds stories. :)

Becky -- Yes, now I polish it before submitting  it to the archive .   I'd
much rather you read the revised archive version which I hope will be an
improvement on what I've posted.

Then I get caught up on unread fanfic and have a good time. <vbg>

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Wow, Carol, I'm in awe.  One of these days I'll get together the ambition to
write
a story this long and this exciting.  In the meantime, I'll read the ones by
authors as talented as you.

Nan

C.C. Malo wrote:

> Connections, part 30 (final)
> -----------
>
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Hi Carol,

I loved Connections. I can't wait to re-read it when it hits the archives.

S
P
O
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R

S
P
A
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E

The imagery that you created with the the elders sitting on Clark's couch,
eating chinese food, and watching WWF with Trask was hilarious!

Nor and Clark destroying his apartment while fighting... and Clark feeling
like a manly man... cracked me up. I also loved the waffy ending with L&C
cleaning up the mess!

You had serious underlying issues, but you managed to to weave in some
comic relief. You did a wonderful job with the story. I enjoyed it very
much!

Lara
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I somehow lost my copy of Darkest Hour, does anybody have a complete copy
(up to part 29)? I would really appreciate it if you could send it to me.

Thanks!
Shannon

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On Tue, 18 Apr 2000 08:55:40 EDT, Charlotte Fisler <Cdfisler@AOL.COM> wrote:

>In a message dated 4/18/00 2:13:01 AM !!!First Boot!!!, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM
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> Ides of Metropolis. - At the beginning, Jon shows up in Metropolis alone
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>Both were on TNT recently,  so I'm sure and yes the picture was huge.  I
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At 10:23 AM 04/20/2000 -0500, Kathy B wrote:

[snip]

>For example, let's start with "Chi of Steel", where Clark, by inaction and
>eyerolling, supports the sexism that Lois is trying to fight.  Instead of
>being outraged along with Lois (or even understanding of why she'd be
upset,
>though seeing both sides), instead, he mocked her along with the other men.
>That is not the way his Momma raised him, I can guarantee, and if Martha
had
>been around to witness his behavior, he would have received the ear pull of
>his life. <bg>

Way back, long, long ago during season 2, In order to get more action into
the
show, as ordered by abc, the new producers had to downplay any romance and
play
up Superman. They did it by killing off the Clark of season one and
replacing
him with a wallflower who, when he made an appearance and spoke up for
himself,
always put his foot in his mouth. Kathy points out the perfect example (I
could
add Dean's wooden--nay, ironing board-- performance of "martial arts" in the
episode [#11], but I won't). I can add that as early as Madame Ex, Clark was
laughing off Lois's suspiscions of Adrianna.  To his great misfortune, he
frequently laughed off her concerns instead of learning to trust her
judgement
or at least withhold his own (see also, for example, INPY).

As the ratings dropped and in an last-ditch effort romance was added, the
"new"
Clark was gotten rid of and the old one dug up from a Warners back lot, but
by
then some brain rot had set in and the old Clark failed to notice how Lois
was
changing and becoming a trustworthy person. Indeed, he lost his immunity to
mad-scientist gasses (he had it Pheromone but not in Seasons Greedings),
and he
attempted to run away from his trouble in WWW (which he also did in season
one,
but early in his career, when he could be expected to still be uncertain
about
his super role).

>(Though you gotta love the ending, where Martha embarrasses Clark at the
>dinner table. "Mom!" "Oh, honey, Lois is family!" :))
>
>She certainly is. :)

/me high fives KB :)

>Kathy
>kathybrown91@home.com

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
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Title:Seven Days of Superman

Author/pseudonym:Mr. D8A

Fandom:Seven Days/Lois & Clark:The New Adventures of
Superman

Rating:PG-13

Status: PART 10

Archive: Yes

E-mail address for feedback:mr_d8a@yahoo.com

Series/Sequel: 7 Days/l&c:tTNAOS Crossover

Other websites:BACKGROUND INFORMATION.SEVEN DAYS
(Details supplied by
http://www.geocities.com/CapeCanaveral/Launchpad/9329/SevenDays

Disclaimers: Lois and Clark and the rest of the show's
entourage are the property of DC, Warner, ABC, and
Joanne Siegel and Laura Siegel Larson.  Seven Days is
the property of UPN.

Summary:Superman fails to stop the nuking of
Washington DC and gets some help from Frank B. Parker
from Operation Backstep.

Part: 10

+++++++++++++++++++++++
Saturday, October 9, 1999
11:55am MST
Never-Neverland
Operation Backstep
+++++++++++++++++++++++

Frank walked to the Sphere.  It stood nearly three
stories tall and was just as wide.  Its royal blue
color had a disarming quality to it, but Frank knew
better.  That thing had killed him, split him in two,
stuck him in a temporal loop, and hurt like nothing he
could describe.  But every time he went back, *he*
made a difference.  Sometimes he felt like running,
but after all these months he had come to accept the
fact that he could make a difference.

**Besides, how many people could say they saved
Superman?**

Dr. Mentor turned to Dr. Ballard and asked, "When will
he arrive?"

"We're sending him back to Sunday, October 3, at
12:00pm MST.  That should give him time to find Clark
Kent and get Olga off to Cuba."

"Reactor at 60%," Olga reported.

"Hey, Ballard.  Did you get a chance to work on the
guidance system, yet?  I would like to at least end up
in the same state as my target this time."

"I tweaked it in the opposite direction this time.  It
makes no sense to go that direction in the schematics,
but then I don't understand why half the things we try
end up not working."

"You fill me with such confidence."

"Reactor at 70%."

"I'm hoping to land in the city park.  I figure that
that will get his attention."

"Reactor at 80%."

"Frank, we just got report of communications across
the globe going out.  Something about cities
disappearing in balls of white light.  We have got to
get Tempus back here alive to find out what he did."

"Reactor at 90%."

"Not to worry, sir.  I'll bring him home.

"Reactor at 100%! Engage!"

Frank hit the red engage button and every nerve ending
in his body lit on fire.  He watched the clock unwind
time as he fought the joystick to stay within the
guides.  As the clock backtracked to Wednesday,
October 6, 1999, 6:17pm MST the power readouts
momentarily dipped, the lights flickered, and for just
a moment he felt like his brain was going to shut
down.  Then the temporal readout began to crawl.
Instead of hours passing like seconds, they where
taking tens of minutes and with each passing moment
the moments took longer and longer to unwind. The
sphere was easier to handle but it was like it was
mired in temporal molasses.  Frank looked at his
oxygen and power gauges and began wondering which
would run out first.

+++++++++++++++++++++++
Monday, October 4, 1999
8:03am EST
Metropolis
Centennial Park
+++++++++++++++++++++++

Frank started to see gray around the edges of his
helmet's visor.  He'd drifted back in time for more
than a day.  The reactor was going to outlast the
oxygen by enough to suffocate him.  He was in
Metropolis, like he'd planned.  Had been there for
nearly a day.  He saw people and things pass by the
sphere in reverse, slow motion as time tried
desperately to unwind itself.  The Sphere was sitting
in the park, across from the Hall of Justice.  It was
still trying to accomplish the end point of the
journey, Sunday, October 3, and so was still
immaterial.  But it would never arrive.  It had take
over a minute for the clock to change from 10:03:24am
to 10:03:23am MST and Frank wished that the last thing
he saw wasn't a dog un-taking a leak on a nearby tree.

Olga came, unbidden to his mind.  **I'm sorry I never
got a chance to convince you how much I really loved
you.  Goodbye….**

Warning bells started going off and the sphere's
reactor readings dropped to zero.  The last message he
saw before the door popped open said something about
'Running out of virtual memory.  Shutting down
temporal program before critical memory failure.'

**Thank you, Ballard!**

Frank stumbled out of the sphere and ripped off his
helmet.  He sucked long drafts of air into his
desperate lungs.  His oxygen-deprived blood soaked the
much needed air up and gave his brain a buzz that
forced him to sit for some time.  He wasn't sure how
long he'd sat before he realized that someone was
trying to get his attention.  It was a twelve-year-old
boy.

"Hey, mister!  Are you alright?  Where did you come
from?"

"**Well, it worked before.**  "It's alright.  It's
just a promotional for a movie."

"If this is for a movie promotion, then where are the
cameras?"

Frank put on his best smile and tried to come up with
a plausible reason for the lack of camera.  A woman
came over and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Herb!  Stop bothering the man.  Do you want him to
have to do that all over again?"

**Herb!**

"But!  But…!"

"I'm sorry sir.  Herbert is always asking questions
and challenging things."

"That's quite alright ma'am.  It's people like your
son that keeps the rest of us on our toes.  You
wouldn't happen to know the location of the nearest
payphone, would you?"

She pointed over his right shoulder and bid him a good
day.  She then started to lecture her son on the finer
points of not talking to strangers.  Frank grinned and
made his way to the phone.

Frank's arrival was observed by more than the people
in the park.  Across the street a pair of
bespectacled, aging, eyes watched the whole thing
happen.  The years had not been kind to this
individual.  But events had nearly come full circle.
It was time to make one last stop before the circle
was complete, or at least they hoped so.  It was time
to go to Smallville.

+++++++++++++++++++++++
Monday, October 4, 1999
10:03am MST
Never-Neverland
Operation Backstep
+++++++++++++++++++++++

Olga was talking to Frank about his latest medical
result's when he disappeared into thin air.  Warning
alarms started going off.  A back step had happened.

+++++++++++++++++++++++
Monday, October 4, 1999
8:24am EST
Metropolis
Centennial Park
+++++++++++++++++++++++

Frank stopped at a vending machine and picked up a
copy of the Metropolis Star.  The main heading
intrigued him.  'President Acknowledges Posing For
Nude Art.'  **I don't remember that from the last
time.**  Mentally shrugging he looked at the date.  As
he knew it would, it read October 4.  He had little
over two days to stop the destruction of Washington,
save Superman, pick up the time traveler, and find the
location of the bombs planted in hundreds of major
cities across the globe.

Frank muttered to himself, "No problem,"  and shook
his head.  It was going to be a long day.  Especially
since he'd been up for the last thirty-six hours.  He
plucked two-quarter and a nickel into the pay phone
only to have his quarters rejected.  After several
tries he gave up and used dimes and nickels.  He
dialed the switch-board for Operation Backstep.

"Conundrum."

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Date:         Fri, 21 Apr 2000 12:14:47 EDT
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Hi LabRat,

We've missed you.  It's nice to see that you once again have some internet
access.  Do you have email yet?  I mailed you something (RR story related)
and it bounced right back with the Mailer Daemon.

Ann
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Date:         Fri, 21 Apr 2000 12:21:20 EDT
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In a message dated 4/21/00 12:19:44 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
clamar@HIWAAY.NET writes:

<<  somehow lost my copy of Darkest Hour, does anybody have a complete copy
 (up to part 29)? I would really appreciate it if you could send it to me.
  >>

Have you thought of going to the archives?  If I had downloaded the story, I
would be happy to pass it along; but I didn't.  However, here is the URL to
the archives.  Use the search function to find it.

http://listserv.indiana.edu/archives/loiscla-general-l.html

Ann
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On Fri, 21 Apr 2000 12:14:47 EDT, Ann E. McBride <Aerm1@AOL.COM> wrote:

>Hi LabRat,
>
>We've missed you.  It's nice to see that you once again have some internet
>access.  Do you have email yet?  I mailed you something (RR story related)
>and it bounced right back with the Mailer Daemon.
>
>Ann

Why thank you, Ann. :) Just when I thought - as I said previously over on
the mbs - you might have forgotten me by now! I missed you guys too and
then some. Hoo boy, yes!

I'm...sorta fixed. <G> I can at last surf the net and check out my
bookmarks after eight weeks (yay!!), I can (I think) chat again (double
yay!!!), although I've yet to test that one out. Email is still
out...eleven days now and counting. But, now that I can dl webpages again,
Stuart was able to set me up a hotmail account that I can use temporarily
until my server actually finds its missing brain and fixes the problem. So,
for now, anyone with the inclination to mail me should mail:

labrat93@hotmail.com

I'm slowly getting the idea of working the list through the archive pages
instead of through my mail...was a bit of a culture shock at first, but I
think I've got it sussed. ;)

LabRat :) (hoping for some catchup chat this Saturday...)
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ditto LabRat
merry

SUBSCRIBE Lab Rat wrote:

> On Fri, 21 Apr 2000 12:14:47 EDT, Ann E. McBride <Aerm1@AOL.COM> wrote:
>
> >Hi LabRat,
> >
> >We've missed you.  It's nice to see that you once again have some
internet
> >access.  Do you have email yet?  I mailed you something (RR story
related)
> >and it bounced right back with the Mailer Daemon.
> >
> >Ann
>
> Why thank you, Ann. :) Just when I thought - as I said previously over on
> the mbs - you might have forgotten me by now! I missed you guys too and
> then some. Hoo boy, yes!
>
> I'm...sorta fixed. <G> I can at last surf the net and check out my
> bookmarks after eight weeks (yay!!), I can (I think) chat again (double
> yay!!!), although I've yet to test that one out. Email is still
> out...eleven days now and counting. But, now that I can dl webpages again,
> Stuart was able to set me up a hotmail account that I can use temporarily
> until my server actually finds its missing brain and fixes the problem.
So,
> for now, anyone with the inclination to mail me should mail:
>
> labrat93@hotmail.com
>
> I'm slowly getting the idea of working the list through the archive pages
> instead of through my mail...was a bit of a culture shock at first, but I
> think I've got it sussed. ;)
>
> LabRat :) (hoping for some catchup chat this Saturday...)
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Date:         Fri, 21 Apr 2000 15:49:54 -0700
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----- Original Message -----
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Sent: Thursday, April 20, 2000 8:23 AM
Subject: Re: Question

> On Thu, 20 Apr 2000 07:11:00 EDT, Ann E. McBride <Aerm1@AOL.COM> wrote:
>
> All that wishful thinking over, I guess I'd say that "Forget Me Not", the
4th
> ep of the 5 clone-arc story is the only story on my hate list.  The whole
> Deter thing was just awful.  It was out and out character assasination
that
> Lois would fall for Deter instead of redeveloping her crush on Superman
(thus
> retracing S1 and going into the final episode on a funny and hopeful note
> instead of a tragic one.)  It betrays the whole premise of the show and
the
> 'soul mates' destiny.

Hmm, I smell a rewrite!  Someone want to take a stab at this one?  Someone
probably has already done this, but I don't know who?

Tara :)
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That's weird......it never occurred (occured?)  to me to wonder how Jon got
the painting on the plane. I must have a very accepting nature, or
something....

SuperLorie:-)
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In a message dated 4/21/00 6:49:31 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
starkitty__@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< "Forget Me Not"....Hmm, I smell a rewrite!  Someone want to take a stab
at
this one?  Someone  probably has already done this, but I don't know who?>>

I know that Debby Stark rewrote the whole Argh.The stories used to be on her
site, but they weren't the last time I was there.  They are on the
Fanfiction
Archive, though.

Ann

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Maybe he bought it a ticket. <G>  Or put it in one of those boxes they have
for golf clubs and such .

Ann
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Anyone else?

Tara
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> In a message dated 4/21/00 6:49:31 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
> starkitty__@HOTMAIL.COM writes:
>
> << "Forget Me Not"....Hmm, I smell a rewrite!  Someone want to take a stab
at
> this one?  Someone  probably has already done this, but I don't know
who?>>
>
> I know that Debby Stark rewrote the whole Argh.The stories used to be on
her
> site, but they weren't the last time I was there.  They are on the
Fanfiction
> Archive, though.
>
> Ann
>
> Ann
>
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Date:         Fri, 21 Apr 2000 19:59:37 EDT
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Pam Jernigan wrote "Forget Me Not, Redux."

Ann