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Subject:      "ADITLOM" (RPG) Twenty-Ninth Installment, Week #30 (Part 1 of
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This is the twenty-ninth installment of my rpg on yahoo called, "A Day in
the
Life of Metropolis."  For more information, please go to: <A
HREF="http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/adayinthelifeofmetropolis">Yahoo! Clubs
adayinthelifeofmetropolis</A>

Public and private feedback is more than welcomed! =)

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Cast List

Clark Kent : Alexis W. (that's me!)
Lois Lane: Alexis W.
Cat Grant: Renda
Mayson Drake: Renda
Sam Falcon: Sam F.
Bruce Wayne: Sam F.

* * * *
WEEK #30
(5/8 TO 5/14)

Re: The Shower Scene ;)

"Oh man...oh man...oh man..." Clark kept repeating. He knew Sam was
speaking but he just couldn't seem to focus. His mind was spinning.
Someone else knew his secret...someone else other than his parents knew
the secret! He had hoped that Lois would be the only other person...the
only other woman to find out...He had blown his chance!
"I can't believe this happened! I'm such an idiot!" Clark said to no one
in particular.
>tbc<

* * * *
Time

Diego entered Catherine's suite and made a phone call. He gave them all
the information that they had gathered regarding the case. "Yes, I'll
keep you posted as things progress." Diego hung up the phone and locked
it back into the case. He looked at Catherine and asked, "May I put this
in your safe?" Catherine nodded and waved him into her bedroom. "I do
hope that Perry and Dan behave themselves this time!" Diego smiled and
told Cat, "Time is running out for us to solve this mystery and set
things right again!" Cat looked at him. "Time is always in short
supply!"
>tbc<

* * * *
Re: The Shower Scene ;)

"You're not an idiot." She took another step back. *I need to get out
of here, this is so awkward. I don't think I'll tell Bruce I know right
away.* She smirked slightly at the thought. "You probably better get . .
dressed, I'm sure there are people looking for you."

Clark stepped away from Sam. He was at a complete loss on what to do
next. He heard her say something about getting dressed, but Clark
couldn't remember where he put his clothes.

Meanwhile Lois and Bruce were chatting in the library when Lois heard
some noises coming from the hallway.
"What on earth is that? Maybe I should go investigate..."
"It kind of sounds like Sam and Clark. I suspect it's nothing."
"Sam and Clark?!? Why on earth would those two be together? Maybe I
should go check on him..."

"I'll go. Why don't you stay here, you can look around the house?"
 "Why don't we both go? I mean Clark and go together when
we're...uh...well...I just want to come okay?"

"No, it's not okay, I'm not your partner Kent . Stay here and get
something to eat. I'm sure he'll be down soon, he's been busy."

Lois was about to protest but Bruce was gone.
"Hmmph!" she said as she threw her article notes to the ground.
>tbc<

* * * *
Re: Time

"Diego, Is there anything that I can do to help with this Interpol
situation?" Cat asked him. Diego shook his head and replied, "Not right
now, it is very dangerous Catherine and I will not put you in harms way.
Besides, I am the Interpol agent not you." Catherine looked at him and
said, "Diego, I may look like a sex kitten, but I do have a brain!"
Diego smiled and whispered in her ear. "I never judge people by
appearences!"
>tbc<
 =====
Mayson gets a call

Mayson Drake's cell phone rang and she answered it. Mayson listened
intently to the information and replied, "I understand! I'll take care
of it."

Ramone looked at her and asked, "Bad news?" Mayson kissed his cheek and
said, "More information on what's been happening to all of us lately."

Mayson called Diego and Cat and the others to the kitchen table to tell
them the latest. "Well it seems that STAR LABS has concluded that the
games were manufactured at LexCorp company. But get this, the
mechanisms that burned the pilots are military, they are trying to
determine how those components got into those games."

Diego looked up as Mayson told them about the games and the military
components. "I believe that I can answer that one Mayson!" Diego told
her. "You see Interpol has been tracking missing military components
from several military bases across Europe and the US and some other
third world countries. They disappeared without a trace until now."
Mayson nodded as Diego continued. "Ramone and I have been following
leads as they materialized and they lead us here." Mayson spoke up. "You
all realize that the closer we get to the people responsible the greater
the risk to all of our lives?" "Yes!" They said in unison.

Cat looked around the room and asked, "Okay! What is our next move?"
>tbc<

* * * *
Look Week #32 coming to a PC near you! =)

Enjoy!

Alexis ;-.)
{"ADITLOM" arbitrator}

"Very attractive.  Young for a woman in her position." (Clark)
"Typical." (Lois)
"What?" (Clark)
"Typical male response." (Lois)
"Lois, trust me on this, I'm _not_ your typical male." (Clark)
{LnC, Pilot}
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Date:         Mon, 15 May 2000 13:36:10 +0100
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Pam wrote:

> Besides, Wendy's still writing, and I seem to be stalled... <sigh>

Yes, I'm writing, but why are you stalled? Don't you know we're all on
tenterhooks waiting for your next story? Go on, take some of that good
advice we've all dished out to other writers suffering from temporary
block - write a new short story!

Wendy

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Date:         Mon, 15 May 2000 09:12:40 -0400
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> Yes, I'm writing, but why are you stalled? Don't you know we're all on
> tenterhooks waiting for your next story? Go on, take some of that good
> advice we've all dished out to other writers suffering from temporary
> block - write a new short story!

Well, it's not entirely a lack of creativity -- I have lots of ideas.
It's more a matter of never having a quiet hour or two to actually apply
myself... Mikey's giving up midday naps, and in the evening my husband
watches television, not five feet from my keyboard, which is just a
trifle distracting.  Plus I'm so tired all the time! <whine>

I know, I should just quit making excuses and go for it.  Sorry for the
pity-party! :)
--

Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net
http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam

Natalie:  "Jeremy, one day you will see that my love
for you isn't the product of licquor-induced mood swings,
and that I'm yours for the taking, at your command,
and that the day I broke up with you was the most
regrettable day of my life."
Jeremy:  "Okay.  But, I broke up with you."
Natalie:  "I find you loathsome, and my hatred of you
knows no bounds."
--relationships can be a little rocky on SportsNight :)
(I think they're destined to be together, eventually...)
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Date:         Mon, 15 May 2000 08:47:46 -0500
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From:         Hazel <zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL>
Subject:      Answers to "scavenger hunt" (thanks for the name, Pam!)
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I guess I made these too easy, as they were all guessed immediately! I'll
have to make the next one harder. :)

>Identify a fic that contains:
>
>-- A reporter named Martha

A Life Well Spent, by Chris Mulder
>
>-- A boy named Perry

Navigating Denial, by Zoomway

>-- A lava lamp

The Quest, by Chris Mulder and Pam Jernigan

>-- A "bomb" made of cardboard

Lessons, by Pam Jernigan

>-- An extra-long cape

The Costume, by Tank Wilson

>-- A puppy named Mickey

A Time to Adjust, by Lara Blasingame

>-- The Death Star

Escape from Krypton?, by Hazel

Scoring was as follows:

Pam scored a perfect 70 points, Irene got 50 points, Bethy Em (a newcomer?
an until-now lurker? Welcome!) got 20 points, TerriAnn gets 37.5 points
(half score for title of "The Quest," as she was close enough for hand
grenades ;) ), and Labrat gets 20 points.

Since Pam claims she did so well *only* because these were short stories,
the next scavenger hunt will use long fics. ;p (nyeah nyeah!)

Hazel
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I feel like a time traveler everytime I open my mail.
I keep getting messages that are at least 5 days old,
again!

I delete them and a couple of days later they come
back.

Is anyone else having this problem?
James

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Date:         Mon, 15 May 2000 10:33:18 -0700
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--- Mister D eight a <mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
> I feel like a time traveler everytime I open my mail.
> I keep getting messages that are at least 5 days old,
> again!
>
> I delete them and a couple of days later they come
> back.
>
> Is anyone else having this problem?
> James
>

Yes! (Now let's see it this message gets through.) Messages are
appearing several days late and more than once. It doesn't seem to be
any one set of people's emails either. I sent a reply to Hazel's latest
"Scavenger hunt" yesterday and still haven't seen it pop up yet even
though I got the "Your message has been delivered" notice.

Kathy?? What's up?

TerriAnn

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Date:         Mon, 15 May 2000 12:43:21 -0500
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TerriAnn reported:

>> I feel like a time traveler everytime I open my mail.
>> I keep getting messages that are at least 5 days old,
>> again!
>>
>> I delete them and a couple of days later they come
>> back.
>>
>> Is anyone else having this problem?
>
>
>Yes! (Now let's see it this message gets through.) Messages are
>appearing several days late and more than once. It doesn't seem to be
>any one set of people's emails either. I sent a reply to Hazel's latest
>"Scavenger hunt" yesterday and still haven't seen it pop up yet even
>though I got the "Your message has been delivered" notice.

TerriAnn, *I* got your post -- in fact, I posted your score. Have you
checked the archive online? Praps it's a problem with your server, as
opposed to the listserv.

Hope you and James get this cleared up,

Hazel
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Date:         Mon, 15 May 2000 16:52:31 -0500
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On Sun, 14 May 2000 19:00:09 -0500, SUBSCRIBE Lab Rat
<labrat@CABLEINET.CO.UK> wrote:

>It's also on the Archive, I think. It looked interesting at the time, but I
>skipped it for the same reason I'll skip it now. There are no para breaks
>and it's too much like hard work trying to figure it out when it's all
>running together in one block. Hate that. <G>
>
>I think I'm missing an interesting fic though. :(
>
>LabRat :)

I actually did wade thourgh it and the first 3 page paragraph was the
worst.  After that they where mostly manageable, with the occasional page
long paragraph.

It is an interesting way of looking at Clark's powers.

James
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Date:         Tue, 16 May 2000 02:54:06 -0500
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Okay, the list has gone kinda quiet, so here's the next one. :)

The items listed here are all from stories that were uploaded to the
archive in '99, and each one of the fics are at least 50K long. Some of
them are a lot longer than that!

Identify a fic that contains:

-- A "tricorder"

-- A serum of hybrid blood

-- A woman named Mrs. Fitzgerald

-- A broken rig

-- A picture of Superman sipping a cocktail on Mars

-- A high tech genetic lab

Identifying the fic and author now, without consulting the archive or your
hard drive, is worth ten points.

Have fun!

Hazel
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Sheesh, and I call myself a professional writer...!

> each one of the fics are at least 50K long.

is, is, *is*! Prepositional phrases and all that. :)

Sorry,

Hazel

(who encourages everyone to proofread their fics, even if they don't bother
doing it with their posts)
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In a message dated 5/16/00 2:54:39 AM EST, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

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<< -- A serum of hybrid blood
  >>

This is the only thing I recognize. I think it's from Irene's series on
Firestorm.  Firestorm was a distant relative of Lois and Clark...their
granddaughter I believe and she had to come to Lois and Clark's time line to
give Lois hybrid blood shots so Lois and Clark could conceive children.

How far off am I? LOL

Alexis ;-.)

"Very attractive.  Young for a woman in her position." (Clark)
"Typical." (Lois)
"What?" (Clark)
"Typical male response." (Lois)
"Lois, trust me on this, I'm _not_ your typical male." (Clark)
{LnC, Pilot}
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----- Original Message -----
From: Hazel <zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL>
To: <LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU>
Sent: Tuesday, May 16, 2000 12:54 AM
Subject: New Scavenger Hunt: longer stories

> Okay, the list has gone kinda quiet, so here's the next one. :)
>
> The items listed here are all from stories that were uploaded to the
> archive in '99, and each one of the fics are at least 50K long. Some of
> them are a lot longer than that!
>
> Identify a fic that contains:
>
> -- A "tricorder"
>
> -- A serum of hybrid blood
Ok, this is the only one I recognize--Firestorm by Irene Dutchak.
Aaargh!  I've obviously been skipping stories, haven't I?

Tara

>
> -- A woman named Mrs. Fitzgerald
>
> -- A broken rig
>
> -- A picture of Superman sipping a cocktail on Mars
>
> -- A high tech genetic lab
>
> Identifying the fic and author now, without consulting the archive or your
> hard drive, is worth ten points.
>
> Have fun!
>
> Hazel
>
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From:         Diyan <zimri@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject:      Re: New Scavenger Hunt: longer stories

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okay, I'm a little nevous about doing this closed-book, but I know at least
two.

 -- A "tricorder"
Carolyn Schnall's "From the Stars" (I don't think I've mentioned it before,
but I really like all of Carolyn's stories)

 -- A serum of hybrid blood
Irene Dutchak's "Firestorm"

 -- A picture of Superman sipping a coctail on Mars
oh, I know, I *know* this...no I don't.  they're talking about the tabloid
coverage

 -- a high tech genetic lab
Carol Malo's "Recognition: the Only Way"

-Dia
zimri@hotmail.com
Dia 286 on AOL IM
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In a message dated 05/16/2000 3:54:39 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

<< -- A serum of hybrid blood >>

Ooh, one I don't have to even think about!!!

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Irene Dutchak's Firestorm
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Diyan identified the following fics:

>okay, I'm a little nevous about doing this closed-book, but I know at least
>two.
>
> -- A "tricorder"
>Carolyn Schnall's "From the Stars" (I don't think I've mentioned it before,
>but I really like all of Carolyn's stories)

Maybe this is the problem with closed-book scavenger hunts -- there are so
many fics out there that such double-guesses were inevitable. But no,
Diyan, this is not what I had in mind.

My only defense is that I wouldn't have put "tricorder" in quotes if I was
thinking of Star Trek. :) I could also claim the "this story isn't 50K
long" defense, but since this was closed-book, I could hardly expect you to
know this, could I?

> -- a high tech genetic lab
>Carol Malo's "Recognition: the Only Way"

Now, this one *is* my fault, as it definitely does fit Carol's story quite
neatly. (And what a story that was...!) So let me revise this slightly:

-- a high tech genetic lab, located in a cellar

Hope that make things clearer. :)

Hazel

(who is not suggesting that the above fics aren't also very good reads)
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Date:         Tue, 16 May 2000 06:40:53 -0500
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From:         Jo Murf <jomurf@IVILLAGE.COM>
Subject:      Re: New Scavenger Hunt: longer stories

We'll try this  ...

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>
>-- A "tricorder"

Only one I can think of is Tara's--but that hasn't been "published" yet.  I
know there was another good TNG fic out but I can't think of the author or
title.

>-- A serum of hybrid blood

Firestorm by Irene

>-- A woman named Mrs. Fitzgerald

Is this one of Nan's Daggers series

>-- A broken rig

Umm, no

>-- A picture of Superman sipping a cocktail on Mars

hmm...

>-- A high tech genetic lab

I've got the plot in my head but can't think who or what!

Boy, do I have a bad memory!! <g>

JoMurf
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>Okay, the list has gone kinda quiet, so here's the next one. :)
>
>The items listed here are all from stories that were uploaded to the
>archive in '99, and each one of the fics are at least 50K long. Some of
>them are a lot longer than that!
>
>Identify a fic that contains:
>
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P
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I
L
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>-- A picture of Superman sipping a cocktail on Mars

Yvonne Connell's Heliophobia!  This is the only one I can remember for sure
without "cheating".
Terry
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I know the people on this list are a wonderful resource, and you never =
fail to help us fanfic writers with our research. You're very much =
appreciated!

Shameless flattery out of the way... I'm looking for someone with some =
medical knowledge who could answer some questions about the treatment of =
burns. I'd be very grateful if anyone who's willing to help could email =
me privately.

Many thanks!

Wendy
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Okay here is my feeble attempt at identification.  Sheesh, I guess I need to
get to reading some more.
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A serum of hybrid blood -- "Firestorm" by Irene D.

See!  I'm pitiful!  (Somebody convince my mom that I need to spend more time
reading and less working on getting a job, please!)

Bethy

PS.  Yes, I'm a newcomer, thanks for the welcome!  :-þ
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Identify a fic that contains:

-- A "tricorder"

-- A serum of hybrid blood
Irene's "Firestorm"

-- A woman named Mrs. Fitzgerald
Ummmmhhhh... I know it, that's really an old Lois isn't it? I can't
place the name and author without checking the archives.

-- A broken rig
That's the first of Wendy's BBDF series

-- A picture of Superman sipping a cocktail on Mars
Huh?????? I think I missed this one!

-- A high tech genetic lab
That sounds like it could be from several stories. Dunno.

Pretty bad, huh?
TerriAnn

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> Identify a fic that contains:
>
> -- A "tricorder"
>
Labyrinth by Phil Atcliffe

> -- A serum of hybrid blood
>
 Firestorm by Irene Dutchak

> -- A woman named Mrs. Fitzgerald
>
Strange visitors by C.C. Malo

> -- A broken rig
>
no idea...

> -- A picture of Superman sipping a cocktail on Mars
>
Heliophobia by Yvonne Connell

> -- A high tech genetic lab
>
 no idea...

Elena :)

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*
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s
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>>  -- A "tricorder"
>> Carolyn Schnall's "From the Stars" (well, it was a good chance to plug
some of my favorite stories <g>)

> Maybe this is the problem with closed-book scavenger hunts -- there
> are so many fics out that such double-guesses were inevitable.  But
> no, Diyan, this was not what I had in mind.

yes, well, I couldn't find a "tricorder" in that story anyway when I went
to reread it.

> Now this one *is* my fault, as it definately does fit Carol's story
> quite neatly. (And what a story that was...!) So let me revise this
> slightly:
>
>  -- a high tech genetic lab, located in a cellar
>
> Hope that makes things clearer. :)

actually, this is the first story I thought of when I saw your clue, but I
said 'oh, no, it can't be that one: it's one of the old classics; it wasn't
published this past year.' Good heavens, I voted for it in the Kerths, I
should have known!

Jenni Debbage's "Master Race" -- one of my all-time favourite stories :)

-Dia
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OK, Helene and I are making a special plea for all you medical experts to
answer quickly!  We're beta-reading Wendy's fic, and she's left us at a
horribly critical stage.  We NEED her to write the next bit <bg>.

Yvonne
(who hasn't actually consulted with Helene, but reckons she'd agree :) )
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S
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Well, this is embarrassing, because the only one I recognise is my own ;)
 Which is cheating really, so I guess I get a resounding zero this time!

Yvonne
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First Wendy, now me :)

Some of you might remember me asking how you would prove your own identity
in the US a while back.  Now I have a further couple of questions:

1. What documentation do you need, if anything, to get a job in the States.
 For example, as a minimum, we would supply a P45 and probably a couple of
references.  The P45 is a form which shows your previous employer's details
(if applicable), your tax code, your National Insurance number, and what
tax you've paid to date.

2. Does the US have something similar to our National Insurance number?
 When you reach employable age (16, I think) you get assigned a NI number,
which is basically how the state then keeps track of you for tax purposes
and other stuff.  I've a feeling the US has Social Security numbers - is
that right?

Thanks,
Yvonne
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Hey Yvonne and all the medical experts on the mailing list!

Yvonne wrote:
> OK, Helene and I are making a special plea for all you medical experts to
> answer quickly!  We're beta-reading Wendy's fic, and she's left us at a
> horribly critical stage.  We NEED her to write the next bit <bg>.
>
> Yvonne
> (who hasn't actually consulted with Helene, but reckons she'd agree :) )

Oooooh, yeah, I definitely agree! So I'll second Yvonne's plea, we really
need you to come up with all your medical knowledge as soon as possible (and
the sooner the better) because Wendy is leaving us on the edge of our seats
the position is quite uncomfortable after a while <g>

Helene (the other victim of Wendy's unbearable cliffhanger <bg>)
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Hi, Yvonne.

Basically, all anyone needs to be employed is a Social Security number and
proof of residency ( drivers' license, voter registration card, passport ).
Social Security numbers are now given out at birth in a hospital, or later
when one applies for one.  Then, they need a birth certificate to get one (
and something else, I think).   Since we have no national health program, we
have no comparable number.

                                                LaurieD
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On Tue, 16 May 2000 20:05:15 +0100, yconnell <yconnell@UKF.NET> wrote:

>1. What documentation do you need, if anything, to get a job in the States.
> For example, as a minimum, we would supply a P45 and probably a couple of
>references.  The P45 is a form which shows your previous employer's details
>(if applicable), your tax code, your National Insurance number, and what
>tax you've paid to date.

We don't have a a "P45" in the US, per se.  An applicant for a job would be
asked to fill out an application that details schooling and/or job
experience
(including addresses/phone numbers for verification), salary history, and
the
names/contact information of some references.  No information about tax
codes
(not sure what that means) or tax you've paid to date is asked/required,
though your Social Security Number is essential.  You must have an SSN (or
comparable ID # if not a US citizen) to work.

For more professional jobs, most people have prepared a resume to give to
employers.  The person might also be asked to fill out an application, but
the resume usually makes the first impression.

>2. Does the US have something similar to our National Insurance number?
> When you reach employable age (16, I think) you get assigned a NI number,
>which is basically how the state then keeps track of you for tax purposes
>and other stuff.  I've a feeling the US has Social Security numbers - is
>that right?

You are right; SSN's are how the US government keeps track of people. One
used to apply for SSNs when he/she was ready to begin working, but now they
are given to babies.  Applications are given to parents in the hospital when
the babies are born, or they must go to their local Social Security Office
to
obtain one.  Parents/Guardians are not allowed to claim children as
dependents on their income taxes unless the child has a SSN, which is
incentive to obtain one ASAP.  Even babies born December 31 are required to
have this ID# by the following April 15 tax deadline.

The US has no National Insurance program, and thus, no ID number for it.
But
once a person has private/company health insurance, they are given an ID
card
certifying that they have coverage.  This would be presented to a doctor or
hospital.  Good company health insurance is considered a desirable benefit,
needless to say.

Does that help?

Kathy
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What kind of specific information do you need?  I know a little.

Ann
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On Tue, 16 May 2000 18:48:43 +0100, yconnell <yconnell@UKF.NET> wrote:

>OK, Helene and I are making a special plea for all you medical experts to
>answer quickly!  [snip]

<bg> I could apologise, but actually this looks like empirical evidence
that the relevant scenes really are tense!

Actually, Julie (JoMurf) offered to help a few hours ago, and I've emailed
her my specific questions. So - assuming I haven't asked her anything too
difficult! - I should have what I need to know soon. Thanks, Julie!

Wendy
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Title: When Lightning Strikes Twice
Author: Wendy Richards
Part: 1/?
Rating: PG13
Comments: Public, private, rotten tomatoes, whatever! ;)

Note: I'm already posting this story on the message boards, so apologies to
anyone who's already seen this instalment!

---------------------------------------------

 - When Lightning Strikes Twice -

He=92d had the dream again. *The* dream. The one where he and Lois were on
a=

date - *together* - and she turned to look at him with exactly the same
look of love in her eyes for him as he knew he had for her. He=92d had the
same dream three times in the space of a week now. It had to be
significant.

Lois=92s behaviour towards him had certainly altered in the past couple of
months - since his supposed death, he realised with a touch of guilt,
remembering the pain he knew he=92d caused her then. Since then, she=92d
bee=
n
much more affectionate towards him, had been far more inclined to be the
one to suggest spending off-duty time together. And there had been
Christmas Eve... he=92d kicked himself so many times for not taking
advantag=
e
of that highly romantic moment when the carollers had started to sing below
Lois=92s window. He could have kissed her then, and he was pretty sure she
would have been receptive. But as always, something had held him back...
the fear of what her rejection would do to their friendship.

But now, something else was in danger of damaging their friendship: a
certain Assistant DA by the name of Mayson Drake. Clark liked Mayson: she
was an attractive woman, certainly, and would be an amusing, intelligent
companion if she could only stop being so... so *pushy* where he was
concerned. He sighed. The problem was that Lois knew Mayson was attracted
to him; but on the other hand, and this was what had finally given him
hope, he actually thought that Lois might be jealous of the other woman.
She=92d certainly behaved as if she was jealous when she'd thought he=92d
go=
ne
away for the weekend with Mayson.

So it was time he took a chance, instead of hiding his feelings away the
whole time, Clark decided. If there was a chance that Lois might at last be
ready to return his feelings, to fall in love with *Clark* instead of being
dazzled by Superman - and, as Superman, he=92d done his best to hint her
away - he needed to get his act together once and for all and ask her for a
date. Make it clear that his interest in her went beyond that of best
friend. It was a terrifying thought, that he might actually *do* what
he=92d=

been wanting to do for so long... but he couldn=92t carry on as they had
bee=
n
any longer.

He loved Lois Lane. She... might care for him, might be willing to see him
as more than a friend. But he would never know unless he made the first
move.

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

=93Clark! Have you seen this?=94 Lois flicked angrily at the press release
which Perry had just handed her.

Her partner came to stand just behind her and read over her
shoulder. =93=92Female forfeit is $250,000 over a lifetime=92,=94 he read,
h=
is
voice puzzled. =93What=92s this about?=94

=93It=92s the pay gap between men and women - some new research from
economi=
sts
at MetU,=94 Lois explained impatiently. =93Everyone knows women lose out in
their careers if they have kids. But this shows that even women without
kids end up earning less than men - look at this!=94 She gestured at one
column. =93A professional woman without children will earn a quarter of a
million bucks less than an equally qualified man over her lifetime!=94

She glared up at Clark, who raised one eyebrow at her as he leaned forward
and rested his elbows on her PC monitor. =93Lois, you earn more than me,=94
=
he
pointed out mildly.

Almost screaming in frustration, she gritted out, =93I know. But that=92s -
=
=94

=93Not the point. I agree, Lois,=94 he interrupted, and she could see from
h=
is
expression that his earlier objection had just been teasing. Clark was
interested. =93So we=92re doing a story on this? News or feature? Or will
Pe=
rry
let us do both?=94 His expression became distant, unfocused, as it tended
to=

do when he was mentally planning a story. =93We could interview women at
various stages of their careers, with and without kids, talk to them about
their experiences, what they want to see changed for themselves and for the
next generation of working women....=94

=93Sounds great,=94 Lois began, then winced suddenly. Her pain-killers were
=
not
working, and she was really beginning to feel lousy. Groping behind her for
her chair, she slumped into the seat and leaned forward, closing her eyes.

=93Lois...? Lois, are you okay?=94 Clark=92s voice was anxious, and she
open=
ed
one eye to see him hovering solicitously over her.

Sincere as he obviously was, sympathy from Clark was not what she needed
right now. =93I=92ll be okay, Clark, don=92t worry about it.=94

But he didn=92t go away; he leaned closer, concern evident in his soft
voice. =93Lois, can I get you something? Glass of water? Coffee? Pain-
killers?=94

A different biological make-up, Lois answered silently, sarcastically.
Women lost out every which way, it seemed. They suffered for being female
in so many different ways: sexism at work, macho behaviour and harassment,
and as this new research had just proved, lower pay simply for being
female. And of course to add insult to injury....

<You=92d just know God=92s a man!> she thought savagely as she got to her
feet. =93I=92m going home, Clark. You put a schedule together for that
artic=
le,
yeah? I=92ll be back tomorrow and we=92ll get to work on it then.=94

She grabbed her coat and bag and was making her way towards the exit when
suddenly he was beside her again. =93Lois - let me take you home, okay?
I=92=
m
worried about you - =94

=93Clark, I=92ll be fine. And I need you here - Perry=92ll throw a fit if
we=
=92re
both missing.=94 Before he could raise another objection, she summoned the
lift and stepped inside it, slumping against the wall once the doors had
closed.

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

Lois hadn't seemed at all well when she'd left the Planet, Clark thought,
concerned. He'd wanted to take her home himself, but she'd refused his
offer; that had hurt him in the circumstances. He'd been ready to ask her
out on a date, and she wouldn't even let him look after her when she was
sick. Perhaps this idea of asking her out was a waste of time after all....

He hovered near her apartment window, feeling guilty about invading her
privacy but needing to reassure himself that she was okay. She must have
heard him, though, for a moment later her voice called out, as if she was
uncertain whether he was really there or not, "Superman?"

He floated nearer and hovered close to the window-ledge. She was lying on
one of the couches, in what looked to him to be an uncomfortable posture
with her arm wrapped around her stomach. Unusually, she didn't get up to
greet him.

"Lois? Is everything all right?" Unsure whether or not he should enter her
apartment, he waited.

"Come on in, I can't talk to you all the way out there," she told him, so
he stepped over the ledge and into the room. She was too pale, he thought,
wondering what was wrong with her. Should he call a doctor? Take her to the
hospital?

"Lois? You don't look too well," he said tentatively, hoping she wouldn't
be offended at Superman making such an observation. "Is there anything I
can do for you?"

Seeming unwilling to comment on his question, Lois changed the
subject. "It's okay. Is there something I can do for you, Superman? I mean,
it's good to see you, of course, but...?"

Oh yes, what had his excuse been? Yes, that was it.... "Lois, I just wanted
to thank you again for all your help last weekend - you know, when I was
blinded. I kind of rushed off once it was all over, but I don't want you to
think I'm not very appreciative of all you did."

She blushed, the flush on her cheeks accentuating her pallor. "That's okay.
We're friends, aren't we? Friends help each other."

"I know, and you're a very good and valued friend," he couldn't help
telling her. "And... don't be offended, Lois, but I also appreciate you
keeping what happened out of the press. I know I can trust you not to print
that kind of information about me, so you don't need to remind me of that -
but I do need to tell you occasionally that I'm grateful for your
discretion."

She shrugged. "You know I won't print anything that could harm you,
Superman." She seemed about to say more, but he noticed that she seemed to
tense suddenly, and he studied her in concern. Her heart-rate was up, which
seemed to suggest that she was in pain, and he could see that she was
tensing the muscles in her abdomen.

"Lois...? You really don't look well," he ventured again.

<I'm not, but will you please go away!> Lois thought, resting her head back
against the sofa-cushion. This was really not the best of times for the
Super-hero to come visiting; much as she would normally enjoy the
opportunity to talk to him, she just wanted to rest and wait for the pain
to subside. "I just need to get some rest," she told him evasively.

"Lois, please let me help you," he persisted.

"Superman, there's nothing you can do. I've taken some painkillers, and
I'll be okay in a couple of hours."

He was clearly puzzled, judging by his expression, and for some reason it
seemed that he wasn't about to let this one go. <He's as bad as Clark> she
found herself thinking, remembering how hard it had been to convince Clark
earlier that she was capable of making her way home alone.

She sighed; he wasn't going to be satisfied until she gave him an
explanation, and anyway, part of her wanted to see his embarrassed retreat
when she did. Raising her gaze to his, she gave a careless shrug. "I told
you, it's no big deal. Just that time of the month, that's all."

She wasn't remotely surprised to see an obvious blush creep across his
face; he seemed about to apologise and leave when, instead, the
embarrassment was replaced by a thoughtful expression. "Lois - you do trust
me, don't you?"

Taken aback, she replied, "Of course!"

"Then let me help you." Before she could say a word, he was striding to her
side; he bent and slid his arms underneath her body. "I can't work here -
there isn=92t enough room. Do you mind if I take you into your bedroom?"

Completely baffled as to what he intended, Lois shrugged as well as she was
able while being held cradled against his Spandex-clad chest. "If you
want...."

In a very short space of time he was laying her gently on the bed, sliding
a pillow underneath her head. He studied her for a moment before
speaking. "Could you take off that sweater? I mean... I assume you've got a
T-shirt or something underneath it...?"

She did, so that wasn't a problem, but she still wondered what he intended.
Checking that the T-shirt was still properly tucked into her sweatpants,
she pulled the sweatshirt over her head before lying back down, gazing up
at him in open curiosity. Even the painful stomach cramps which had driven
her home from work weren't enough to stop her wondering just what Superman
had in mind.

He glanced at her, his gaze seeming to ask her permission as his hand
hovered over her stomach; she nodded and gestured for him to go ahead. Then
he placed his hand gently on her abdomen, moving it around a little as he
stood beside her bed, an expression of concentration on his face. Then she
saw his eyes narrow, and she stared at him in amazement. What was he...?

He must have seen her surprise, for he glanced in her direction. "Heat
vision, Lois, not X-ray," he assured her, a hint of amusement in his voice.
He turned to gaze at her abdomen again, and within a moment or two she felt
a warm sensation spreading all over the affected area; only superficial at
first, but it quickly began to reach the cramped muscles inside her. This
was better than a hot water bottle any day, she decided, barely able to
believe that this was happening. The pain started to recede, and for the
first time since she'd got up that morning she felt able to relax her
stomach muscles.

"My God, Superman, can I call you over to do that every month?" she joked,
trying to hide her incredulity but not succeeding particularly well.

He smiled briefly in response, ceasing the caress of his heat vision. "Is
it always this bad?" His tone suggested that he was curious, as well as
concerned.

Shaking her head, still barely able to believe that they were having this
conversation, she explained. "Not normally, but every so often I have a
really bad month. I guess this was one of them."

"You going to be okay if I leave you now?" he asked, still sounding
concerned.

Lois nodded quickly, realising that he needed to go but at the same time
wishing, now that she was definitely feeling better, that he could stay and
talk. Although she'd had him almost to herself over the weekend, for some
reason they hadn=92t really talked all that much. The presence of Clark=92s
parents for some of the time had inhibited them, and in any case she=92d
bee=
n
busy trying to find a solution to Superman=92s blindness, as well as
finding=

out who was responsible for it. It just seemed so long since they=92d spent
any time together beyond a very quick demand on her part for a quote when
they happened to meet somewhere.

=93Thanks, Superman - I really appreciate it,=94 she told him, and for an
instant his expression, focused as it had been on whatever lay ahead of
him, softened. He moved back towards the bed and bent down; for a brief
moment her heart almost stopped when it seemed as if he was going to kiss
her lips. But instead his lips brushed her forehead before he stepped back
again. Of course; she had been foolish to imagine he=92d meant anything
more=
.
Bidding her a brief farewell, he strode out of the bedroom and a moment
later she heard the sonic boom of his takeoff.

That heat vision of his was simply amazing, she thought as she pulled the
quilt over herself. He=92d been so gentle with it; and yet she=92d seen him
=
use
it to devastating effect at other times. He could cut holes in solid steel
with it, and he could reduce objects to a pile of ash. And yet it hadn=92t
occurred to her for a moment to be afraid; he=92d told her he was going to
use it on her, and she=92d trusted him completely. It was only now
occurring=

to her to wonder what kind of damage a full-strength blast of heat vision
could inflict on her or any other human.

Not that Superman would do that, she knew - no matter what the provocation,
Superman wouldn=92t use his Super-powers to maim or kill. But, for the
first=

time, she began to consider what a devastating weapon his powers could be
in the possession of someone without Superman=92s ethics. Waldecker
didn=92t=

count, she instantly decided. The man who=92d become Resplendent Man
hadn=92=
t
been evil in the slightest; just a little misguided and bitter at the turn
his life had taken. But what if it had been someone else who, during that
flash of lightning, had been with Superman? It just didn=92t bear thinking
about, she decided, hoping that Superman intended to be very careful during
thunderstorms in future.

Yawning, she rolled over and decided to sleep for a couple of hours.

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

At least it was nothing serious, Clark thought as he headed back to the
Planet. And he=92d been able to help in some small way... and, he guessed,
she=92d be feeling better later. Perhaps he should go over to see her later
that evening, he mused. He could bring her something nice, chocolate
perhaps, and maybe *then* he could ask her for that date. She might even
say yes - in fact, he considered, it was probably more likely that she=92d
b=
e
prepared to say yes if he asked her away from the workplace anyway. He
grimaced as the consequences of someone - Ralph, in the worst-case
scenario - overhearing his request occurred to him.

Another thought occurred to him suddenly, and he slowed in mid-air with a
low groan. There was one rather major issue which he hadn=92t even
considere=
d
in all this planning. That was the matter of his alter ego. Lois didn=92t
know that he was Superman, and he hadn=92t even considered telling her.

He frowned. Was that a problem? It was Clark who wanted to take Lois out on
a date, after all.

But... just now, in her apartment, he=92d almost come on to her as
Superman.=

Yet again.

<No, I didn=92t!> he protested indignantly to his conscience. All he=92d
don=
e
was use some heat vision to ease her pain, and then leave her to rest.

No, his conscience reminded him, he had kissed her. And if he hadn=92t
remembered who he was and what he was doing just in time, he would have
kissed her lips instead of just her forehead. As far as Lois was concerned,
therefore, Superman was still a potential love-interest - and he knew she
was interested. Okay, she didn=92t chase after him as obviously as she had
six months or a year ago, but he knew her well enough to know that if
Superman gave her any reason to believe that he was really interested,
she=92d respond.

<So what am I saying?> he asked himself, confused. <That Clark doesn=92t
hav=
e
a chance with Lois?>

Maybe, he thought carefully, what he was saying was that he needed to be
sure that Lois was interested in *him,* Clark, and not just Superman. Once
he was sure that she did care about him, that her feelings for him were
more than just friendly, he could tell her the truth about him and
Superman. And, he had to admit, there were times when the thought of her
knowing the truth really appealed to him. No more running off at
inopportune moments with stupid excuses. No more having to come up with
elaborate explanations for where he=92d been or just how he knew something
that only Superman should know and vice versa, no more talking about
himself in the third person, and no more disguising his true self in front
of her. Yes, he liked the sound of all that very much....

But his old insecurities kept jumping up to slap him in the face. He
wouldn=92t, *couldn=92t* tell Lois the truth until he was sure she wanted
Cl=
ark.

He recommenced his journey back to the Planet, trying to ignore the little
voice which irritatingly insisted on pointing out that to enter into a
romantic relationship with Lois while she didn=92t know that Clark Kent was
also Superman would be completely unethical. It was one thing to deceive a
friend; quite another thing to lie to a romantic partner. But what could he
do? If he told Lois who he was and then asked her out, how would he know
whether she=92d said yes to Clark Kent or to Superman? But if he asked her
out first and told her afterwards, wouldn=92t she be likely to see that as
him having set her some sort of test?

He sighed, realising that this debate with himself wasn=92t actually
getting=

him anywhere. Perhaps he should... oh, he didn=92t know. He would have to
think about it later; now he needed to get back to work.

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

At the end of a very busy day in which Perry had sent him and Ralph to
cover a breaking news story about a potential hostile takeover of the
Metropolis Bus Company, Clark was finally able to leave the Planet and
think about going to see Lois. He wanted to... but he knew he had to decide
what he intended to say to her first. It just wasn=92t enough any more to
be=

good old Clark, her best friend, the person she turned to when she wanted a
pizza and movie, or a Saturday trip to a ballgame, or the person she called
when she needed someone to talk to. But if he ever wanted to be more, he
knew he had to grapple with the question of letting her in on his secret.
Sooner or later, she had to know.

But the same dilemma which he'd been thinking through earlier remained: did
he ask her out and then tell her his secret, or should he take that huge
leap of faith and tell her he was Superman first?

His thoughts were interrupted by a woman=92s voice calling for help, in
shrill, panicked cries. Grimacing, he glanced cautiously around and, seeing
no-one anywhere around, hurried into an alley from where, less than a
second later, Superman propelled himself into the sky. Engaging Super-speed
immediately, he flew in the direction of the cry. His Super-hearing told
him it was coming from a science park on the far side of the city. As it
was now after seven o=92clock in the evening, he knew that the research
laboratories and business =91incubation units=92 should be shut down for
the=

evening - although, he reminded himself, he was well aware that scientists
rarely respected normal working hours. Yet the building from where the
screams were coming was in darkness.

Not stopping to X-ray first, he barrelled in through an open side door and
strode faster than human running speed along the corridor until he found
what he was looking for. There was a big interior room, at least as large
as an auditorium, and it was from there that the cries were coming. It was
in semi-darkness, there being no windows or other form of natural light;
only a couple of the low-powered fluorescent lights in the ceiling were
switched on. He noticed in passing that apart from a few tables and
instruments around the side walls, the room was empty but for two low,
squat cylindrical objects set several feet apart.

But he ignored those; his attention was focused on the two people in the
centre of the room - between those two objects, in fact. A tall, slim woman
with short cropped blonde hair was held in a punishing grip by a man, who
seemed to be tearing at her clothes and trying to assault her. Both were
facing away from him as they struggled, the man grunting ferociously and
the woman struggling, trying to free herself.

In an instant Superman had freed the woman from the man=92s grasp, the bare
glance he cast her not affording him sufficient opportunity to look at her
properly. He would assure himself that she was okay in a minute, he
decided, once he=92d dealt with her attacker. Instead, he reached out for
he=
r
captor, seizing him by the upper arm and collar in a firm grip.

=93Are you all right?=94 he asked the woman, not glancing in her direction
a=
nd
barely pausing for an answer as he turned his attention back to his
prisoner. =93Thought you had an easy victim, did you...?=94 Superman
trailed=

off as his captive turned to face him. The world almost seemed to stand
still as he was confronted with a face he=92d never imagined he would see
again.

=93Luthor...!=94 It was indeed Lex Luthor, but Clark couldn=92t believe it.
=
The
man should be dead - he *was* dead, Clark had seen him fall to his death
with his own eyes. Staring at the once-respected billionaire, an image
flashed into Clark=92s mind of Luthor plummeting to the ground, complete
wit=
h
the sickening thud which his body had made on impact. He was dead - he=92d
died almost on impact. There was no way anyone - any human - could have
survived such a fall.

But somehow... no, this had to be a double, a lookalike, it couldn=92t be
Le=
x
Luthor. And anyway, this man looked older somehow, more careworn and
crumpled, with shaggier hair - the old Luthor would never have allowed
himself to look this seedy. Even his clothes looked second-hand.

=93We meet again, Superman,=94 the man drawled; now Clark had no doubt at
al=
l.
This was Lex Luthor; that voice was unmistakeable. =93What=92s the
matter...=
?
Oh, I see, you thought I was dead. Well....=94 Luthor smiled broadly,
clearl=
y
enjoying the situation. He shifted position in Clark=92s grasp, the Super-
hero too shocked by the apparent resurrection, like Phoenix from the ashes,
of his would-be nemesis to object.

Luthor=92s smile grew wider still. =93Thanks to my good physician here, Dr
Gretchen Kelly, even death may be reversed.=94

Clark=92s glance shot across to the woman, Luthor=92s erstwhile captive. No
innocent victim, but someone he=92d met before; the woman who had stolen
Luthor=92s corpse, who=92d believed that she could bring him back to life.
A=
nd
he=92d thought she was crazy! And she=92d also tried to transfer his powers
=
to
the corpse....

A quick scan of the underground area assured him that there was no sign of
the elaborate equipment the scientist had set up in that crypt. Ignoring
her, Clark turned his attention back to Luthor. =93Well, your resurrection
won=92t have done you any good, Luthor. I=92m sure the police will be very
happy, if a little surprised, when I hand you over to them.=94

=93Perhaps, Superman, perhaps,=94 Luthor drawled. =93We=92ll see.=94

As Luthor spoke, the strange cylindrical objects seemed to crackle into
life; a halo of light and frenetic electricity hovered above each one
before arcing towards each other in a dazzling, eye-catching display of
lightning. Clark was briefly mesmerised by the dancing bolts of lightning
which shot backwards and forwards between the two cylinders; until, too
late, the implications of the situation struck him.

He made to move out of the way... but one jagged spike of sheer high-
voltage electricity was already striking him. Almost in slow motion, as his
body absorbed the shock, his brain appreciated Lex Luthor=92s cunning and
sharp intelligence: while Clark had still been recovering from the shock of
Luthor=92s resurrection from the dead, the man had manoeuvred their
respective positions to ensure that he was not anywhere in a direct line
between the two cylinders.

Had Luthor been, Clark knew, he would now be dead.

Instead... instead, it was very likely that he now possessed at least some
of Clark=92s Super-powers.

=93Yes,=94 Luthor drawled again as the lightning died down as quickly as it
=
had
started. =93We will see, indeed, Superman.=94 In one swift, forceful
gesture=
 he
pushed hard at Clark, taking the younger man by surprise and thus making
Clark stumble and lose both his balance and his grip on Luthor, who then
ran for the door at Super-speed.

Clark scrambled to his feet almost instantly, but although less than a
second had passed, Luthor had already made his escape. His gaze switched
from Gretchen Kelly to the door Luthor had just exited through, debating
whether to restrain Dr Kelly somehow before going after the once-dead
villain. There was another consideration, which was that he needed to
ensure that this equipment, whatever it was, was put beyond use. But that
could wait; he needed to catch Luthor. The implications of what had just
happened were too great to ignore.

Lex Luthor, the only truly evil man Clark had ever met, now had
Superman=92s=

powers.

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Yvonne,

If you need to know about non-US citizens applying for a job, I think I can
help you there. I am in the process of applying and did a lot of research on
the topic. So I know abour laws, restrictions etc.

You can email me privately at NataNH@hotmail.com if you need my help. I
would be glad to help out.

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In a message dated 05/16/2000 3:12:07 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
yconnell@UKF.NET writes:

<< 1. What documentation do you need, if anything, to get a job in the
States.
  For example, as a minimum, we would supply a P45 and probably a couple of
 references.  The P45 is a form which shows your previous employer's details
 (if applicable), your tax code, your National Insurance number, and what
 tax you've paid to date.

 2. Does the US have something similar to our National Insurance number?
  When you reach employable age (16, I think) you get assigned a NI number,
 which is basically how the state then keeps track of you for tax purposes
 and other stuff.  I've a feeling the US has Social Security numbers - is
 that right? >>

Yes, the U.S. has Social Security numbers. And parents now need to get them
for their babies! Not sure if that was the case when Lois & Clark were
babies, but they'd have had to have them by the time they started
working--even as teenagers.

To be employed in the U.S. you must provide proof of eligibility of
employment (meaning that you are not an illegal alien). This could be either
a U.S. passport OR a driver's license AND original social security card (not
just something with the number on), OR driver's license AND birth
certificate, OR I think a military ID counts for one of those forms of ID
but
I can't remember which, OR an alien identification card (the so-called
'green
card' which I don't think is really green anymore) OR foreign passport with
work visa. I forget which is supposed to go with the alien identification
card, but most of those folks would have a driver's license and social
security card as well. (I could find out if you really needed to know that
part.)

The form that has to be filled out with this information (by someone seeing
ORIGINAL documents, though they often make copies of them for their employee
files) is called an I-9 (that's the letter i not a one) and is supplied by
the INS (immigration and naturalization service). THis is a requirement for
ALL employers to have this form on file for all employees.

I knew this anyway because I had to do it to hire staff for the small
nonprofit I run, but after working at the local census office and dealing
with a whole host of people who'd lost their social security cards and can't
find their birth certificates, I knew it even better. I wonder how they ever
thought they'd get another job!

The tax form you'd fill out after you've been hired and just shows how many
exemptions you'll have--so the employer will know how much tax to take out
of
your paycheck. You don't have to provide any proof with this--just fill it
out and sign it. You also write your social security number on this form so
that your wages are credited to you in the social security system.

--L
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Hi, i know i probly sound pretty pc illiterate but..... the disk that i
saved
parts 1-12 of Threads of confusion died. I was hoping someone would please
be
kind enough to send those to me. Thanks fellow folc's! :)
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Tara says that as soon as she gets back she'll e-mail them to you.

Nan

Kristin Olsen-Molnar wrote:

> Hi, i know i probly sound pretty pc illiterate but..... the disk that i
saved
> parts 1-12 of Threads of confusion died. I was hoping someone would please
be
> kind enough to send those to me. Thanks fellow folc's! :)
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legally, you have to provide proof that you are permited to work in the
US.  I work at Wal*Mart now, and they are fairly strict:  everyone had to
provide a state issued photo id (driver's licence, state non-driver's id,
passport, military id) and proof that they could legally work in the US: a
birth certificate showing that they were born in the US; a US passport;
some sort of documentation of naturalization as a US citizen; some sort of
documentation that they were a legal resident with permission to be
employied (I'm not sure what this would be exactly).

The other places I've worked have been much more flexible; I had to show
driver's licence and social security card and sign saying that I was
legally permitted to work.  From living with several international students
over the past 6 years, I know that you can get driver's licence and social
secruity card even with only a student visa, which does not permit
employment (other than maximum 20 hours of work-study at the university).
Of course, you're not dealing with non-US citizen or such, but if you've
got her a driver's licence, the rest is a piece of cake.

-Dia
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Hm. Guess I'm still making 'em too easy. :)

Since all the stories have been correctly identified, here is the complete
list:

>-- A "tricorder"

Preparations, by Phil Atcliffe

>-- A serum of hybrid blood

Firestorm, by Irene Dutchak

>-- A woman named Mrs. Fitzgerald

Strange Vistors, by C.C. Malo

>-- A broken rig

Big Boys Do Fly, by Wendy Richards

>-- A picture of Superman sipping a cocktail on Mars

Heliphobia, by Yvonne Connell

>-- A high tech genetic lab

The Master Race, by Jenni Debbage.

I found it interesting that so Irene's Firestorm was so easily identified.
Maybe I should have gone with my alternate clue instead: A letter from Dr.
Klein to himself. Then again, maybe not. ;)

Here's the scoring:

Alexis, Tara, JoMurf, Terry, Bethy, and Laurie (I think? "No Name
Available") get ten points, as does Yvonne; Labrat has so kindly made it
clear that authors are entitled to guess their stories. :) :) TerriAnn and
Diayn get twenty points, and Elena -- another newcomer, I think, and
welcome to you too! -- gets forty points as our clear winner.

Hope you all enjoyed this! If people are still interested, I'll make
another one next week -- oh, and anyone else is more than welcome to devise
their own scavenger hunt! :)

Hazel
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Hazel wrote:

> Since all the stories have been correctly identified, here is the complete
> list:
[snip]

> >-- A broken rig
>
> Big Boys Do Fly, by Wendy Richards

Well, here's living proof that authors don't necessarily recognise their own
stories! That one had me completely baffled, and I was amazed that anyone
recognised it; and even more gobsmacked to see it's one of mine!

Wendy

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On Wed, 17 May 2000 04:12:33 -0500, Hazel <zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL> wrote:

"No Name
>Available") get ten points, as does Yvonne; Labrat has so kindly made it
>clear that authors are entitled to guess their stories. :) :)

Did I? I thought I'd made it clear that authors are entitled to hit their
head against their desk several times, mutter 'doh!' repeatedly and then
post to the list that they hadn't a clue that it *was* their own story.

OTOH - don't see why they shouldn't guess their own. If they're smart
enough to recognise them. ;)

LabRat :)
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On Wed, 17 May 2000 11:13:09 +0100, Wendy Richards
<w.m.richards@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK> wrote:

>Well, here's living proof that authors don't necessarily recognise their
own
>stories! That one had me completely baffled, and I was amazed that anyone
>recognised it; and even more gobsmacked to see it's one of mine!
>
>

Well, with the volume of fic that you write, Wendy, you at least have a
reasonable excuse! ;)

LabRat :)
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Labrat wondered:

>>Labrat has so kindly made it
>>clear that authors are entitled to guess their stories. :) :)
>
>
>Did I? I thought I'd made it clear that authors are entitled to hit their
>head against their desk several times, mutter 'doh!' repeatedly and then
>post to the list that they hadn't a clue that it *was* their own story.
>
>OTOH - don't see why they shouldn't guess their own. If they're smart
>enough to recognise them. ;)

My point exactly, Labrat: as you (and Wendy) have proven, we can't
automatically assume that writers will recognize their own stories.
Therefore, they are entitled to name them. :)

Hazel
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Subject:      LabRat's Scavenger Hunt

Okay, got a spare few minutes before I start writing, so....

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1.  A sporty, but elegant dark green bikini.
2. An elevator in Bates' Motel.
3. An assortment of Chinese from Mandarin Ma-Jong.
4. A newspaper containing the quote: 'Superman should be the world's most
famous eunuch'.
5.  A book entitled, 'How to Control Your Temper'

Oh, and word of caution. Although I've been enjoying the rest of the Hunts
enormously, I've kind of lost track of which fic has and hasn't already
been used. I don't think I've used any that have been so far...but don't
count on it.

LabRat :)
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In a message dated 5/17/00 4:12:59 AM EST, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes:

<< Alexis, Tara, JoMurf, Terry, Bethy, and Laurie (I think? "No Name
 Available") get ten points, as does Yvonne; Labrat has so kindly made it
 clear that authors are entitled to guess their stories. :) :) TerriAnn and
 Diayn get twenty points, and Elena -- another newcomer, I think, and
 welcome to you too! -- gets forty points as our clear winner. >>

Those are probably the only 10 points I'll ever get!  I am so, way behind on
my reading and "Firestorm" is the one I remember reading all the way
through!
<G>  When I was first kicked out of my university, I switched to a community
college.  That transitional period gave me a lot of time in between classes,
(hence the LnC fanfic reading time!)  This was also before i started writing
fanfic of my own...so again I had more time. I know you probably don't
really
care about any of this, but I thought I would share. ;)

Alexis ;-.)

"Very attractive.  Young for a woman in her position." (Clark)
"Typical." (Lois)
"What?" (Clark)
"Typical male response." (Lois)
"Lois, trust me on this, I'm _not_ your typical male." (Clark)
{LnC, Pilot}
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> Okay, got a spare few minutes before I start writing, so....
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Ehm...why did you put a spoiler space? <g>

> Try these:
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> 1.  A sporty, but elegant dark green bikini.

Forever young by The German Team

> 2. An elevator in Bates' Motel.

...no idea...

> 3. An assortment of Chinese from Mandarin Ma-Jong.

...can't remember...too many Chinese take-aways in the fics....

> 4. A newspaper containing the quote: 'Superman should be the world's most
> famous eunuch'.

Curtain twitchers by Wendy Richards

> 5.  A book entitled, 'How to Control Your Temper'

Life in a different world II by Mobile Richard

Elena :) (rather a lurker than a newcomer, but mostly an IRC addict ;))

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Okay, I'll try.

>1.  A sporty, but elegant dark green bikini.

Forever...um...Young? by the German RR Team?

>2. An elevator in Bates' Motel.

Hey!  That's mine, isn't it?  Between Floors 7 and 8. (Although I *really*
shouldn't be allowed to guess, since I've only written two, and recognizing
my own isn't all that hard. <g>)

>3. An assortment of Chinese from Mandarin Ma-Jong.

No clue.

>4. A newspaper containing the quote: 'Superman should be the world's most
>famous eunuch'.

Something by Wendy.  Set right after SL&V.

>5.  A book entitled, 'How to Control Your Temper'

I'm going to be mad at myself when I hear this one... (and reading back over
that, I really didn't intend the pun)

Oh, well, two and a half right, I hope.

Jessi
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This was *very* tough, Rat! I only knew one of them straight away, and had
to wrack my brain for hours on the others. Still didn't get them all!

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> Try these:
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> 1.  A sporty, but elegant dark green bikini.

Confession: I treated this as an open-book quiz and used the Archive.
Forever Young, by the German RR team.

> 2. An elevator in Bates' Motel.

And this confused me, because I thought it had to be Jessi's Between Floors
7 and 8, but that wasn't set in a motel; then I checked the story and
discovered the reference to 'even elevators in Bates' Motel don't break
down.'

> 3. An assortment of Chinese from Mandarin Ma-Jong.

Nope, not a clue.

> 4. A newspaper containing the quote: 'Superman should be the world's most
> famous eunuch'.

Hah! This time I recognise my own - 'Curtain Twitchers,' by... me.

> 5.  A book entitled, 'How to Control Your Temper'

Yeah! Now, I thought it was Part 1, but it isn't. It's Life in a Different
World Part 3: Pygmalion.

Great quiz, Rat!

Wendy

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Subject:      NEW: John and Lois and Clark and Joan (11/?)

(John and Lois and Clark and Joan, Part 11)

Lois was anxious in getting on with the Messenger investigation today.  By
now it had been three days since the Messenger had exploded, and she was
beginning to worry.  Each passing day meant that the chance the Daily
Planet was going to get scooped would increase.  And there was no way that
she was going let that happen!

She had little trouble in finding the Hotel Apollo.  Lois was surprised,
however, that Clark had been staying there the past couple of weeks.  She
knew that she wouldn't consider living in this area, as it wasn't in the
safest part of town.  Was Joan staying with him?  Immediately Lois
concluded that she didn't; if Lois wouldn't, why would Joan?  But if she
was Clark's girlfriend, wouldn't they be living together?

Lois jerked her head upwards when she realized what she was thinking.  Why
was she so curious about Clark and Joan's relationship?  It was certainly
none of her business!  From what she could tell, Joan was nice, and Clark
seemed happy with her.  Lois should just leave it at that.  With a sigh,
she knocked on the door to Clark's room and tapped her foot on the floor
impatiently.

After a few moments, the door opened.

'Oh my!'

There stood a man wearing nothing but a towel... check that, he was wearing
glasses too.  But Lois wasn't paying attention.  Her eyes were glued to
Clark's bare chest.  The story was forgotten, the concern for her safety
was forgotten, and the curiosity about Clark and Joan's relationship was
forgotten.  All she could think about was the fact that the Greek god
Apollo was standing before her, naked for her to see.  Well, almost naked.

'*Oh my!*'

Clark was very, um, well, just darn gorgeous!  She definitely had to revise
her opinion on country hacks like him.  Were there others where Clark came
from?  Where was it, Kansas, right?  'Darn it, I'm babbling in my head
again!' she thought.  A sigh escaped Lois' lips as she continued to stare
unabashed at Clark's chest.  Obviously Clark had just come out of the
shower.  She watched with interest as droplets of water ran down his chest
to the towel below.  Right now she would like nothing more than to feel the
smoothness of Clark's chest, to feel the taut muscles everywhere, to feel
his arms around her as he kissed her passionately...

Lois then realized what she was thinking and right away she looked up.  She
was doing it again, treading into dangerous territory.  She tried to hide
her blush as she concentrated on Clark's face.  Then she noticed a couple
of things that were interesting.  She realized that he had such a perfect
body, and yet he wore glasses?  It really looked out of place with the rest
of the package that was called Clark Kent.  But the other interesting thing
was Clark's expression.  He looked like a deer frozen in the headlights of
an oncoming car.

It finally occurred to her that staring at him was making him
uncomfortable.  She felt it was prudent to say something.  "I said nine, I
thought you'd be naked," she said.  Oh no, what did she just say?  Quickly
she corrected herself.  "Err, ready."  She tried to look unaffected by
Clark's appearance.

Clark, meanwhile, wanted to run to the nearest rock and hide under it for
all eternity.  He had forgotten that he had been in the shower, and he had
just answered the door looking like this.  What had he been thinking?  He
felt so embarrassed that he didn't even hear what Lois had said.  Finally,
he took a step backwards.  In a clear and even voice he said, "I was on the
phone. I'll be out in a jiff."  Then he all but ran to the bathroom and
closed the door.

Lois, on her part, quickly entered Clark's room to watch his retreating
back.  Closing the door behind her, she let out another sigh.  Such a
beautiful body...  If she wasn't careful, she was going to swoon.  Then she
let out a soft groan and restrained herself from hitting her head against
the wall.  'Clark Kent is *taken*, Lane.  T, A, K, E, N, taken.'  Lois
glanced at the bathroom door.  'So what if Clark has a body to die for?
There's more to a man than his looks, you know!'  Again she glanced at the
bathroom door.  Behind that door was a man who was getting dressed.  A man
who would have to remove his towel before putting on his clothes.  A man.
Who looked like the Greek god Apollo.  With no clothes on.

Suddenly the room felt very warm.  Of course, it was mid-August, and the
heat wave was still in full force, even at nine in the morning, but Lois
felt like she was getting a temperature.  A drink, that's what Lois
needed.  Suddenly Lois' mouth felt dry.  'Yes, that's a good idea.  Let's
look for something to drink, something to do to keep my mind off him and
his muscular body...'

Armed now with a sense of purpose, Lois made a beeline for the
kitchenette.  She opened one of the cupboard doors, intending to find a
glass, but what she saw stopped her short.

"What the...?"

The cupboard was full of food.  Junk food.  What were they doing *here*?
Quickly Lois considered the possibilities.  Clark wasn't staying with Joan,
for there was nothing in this dingy room that suggested that a woman was
staying here.  Was Clark staying with a friend?  She looked around the
room.  She could only find one single bed.  No, Clark was staying in this
hotel room alone.  So if all this stuff were his, how could he be eating it
and still look so good?  How was it possible?  Briefly Lois recalled the
towel-clad body, with the muscular chest and the flat *stomach*.  Yes, her
memory wasn't deceiving her.  Clark's stomach was flat.  This didn't make
any sense!

Lois' gaze rested on the kitchen counter.  Next to the sink was a draining
board, and on the draining board was a glass.  She picked it up and
examined it critically, making sure that Clark had in fact washed it.  Then
she went to the refrigerator and opened it.  Her jaw dropped to the floor.
The refrigerator was full of... no, overflowing with more junk food.  'How
was this possible?' she asked herself again.  'This is so unfair!'

A sound of a door opening behind her interrupted her thoughts.  Lois turned
around to find herself looking at a completely dressed Clark with his usual
suit and tie.  How did he get dressed so fast?  Lois had always wanted to
know everything when she was investigating, and now, she knew practically
nothing about Clark Kent, and that annoyed her.

Clark could see Lois looking at him questioningly and wanted to groan.  He
had thought that he took longer than usual to dress, because he first had
to calm down after Lois had found him in a towel, and he had tried on three
different suits before deciding on the one he had wanted to wear.  But
evidently, he had still changed too fast, and it looked as if Lois
noticed.  'Good job, Kent, why don't you just tell her about your powers
while you're at it?' he thought.

Even in a suit, Clark still looked very handsome, Lois thought.  But there
was no chance for her to get a drink to cool her off or to calm her nerves,
especially since the man of her dreams, er, the man of her current
distractions, was standing before her.  "We'd, um, better be going," she
faltered.  She tore her eyes away from him and made her way to door.

But wait, there was something that she had to know.  Chalk it up again to
her insatiable curiosity.  Before they exited Clark's room, Lois turned to
him and asked abruptly, "So, explain something to me.  You... you... eat
like an eight year-old, and you look like Mr. Hardbody.  What's your
secret, and can I have it?"

Oh God!  Did she just call him Mr. Hardbody?  Did she not know the meaning
of the word 'subtle'?  Trying to cover her embarrassment, Lois gave Clark
only milliseconds to respond before shrugging her shoulders as if to say,
'Never mind.'  Lois stalked out his room, and Clark had little choice but
to follow her.

* * * * * * * *
[Metropolis, Daily Planet]
[Saturday, August 21, 1993]

Lois let out a frustrated sigh as she was talking to Inspector Bill
Henderson on the speakerphone.  "But Henderson," she said, "if there were
contusions on Dr. Platt's head, then he could've..."

Henderson cut her off.  "Inconclusive.  He could've gotten them last week.
I'm sorry, but the autopsy result is gonna read 'suicide.'"

"This isn't over," Lois promised.  "I'll call you back."  She disconnected
the phone and sat back in her chair.

Today was not starting on the right foot.  Lex Luthor had promised to
contact her regarding the interview, and she had decided to call his office
again.  Luthor was extremely busy, one of the assistants had said.  Someone
in the office will call you when he has something free, the man had said.
Have a nice day.  Ugh, what an annoying voice!

On the Messenger story, Lois had sent Jimmy yesterday to give a copy of Dr.
Platt's report to S.T.A.R. Labs, and they had said that they would let her
know the results of their findings first thing in the morning.  Well, it
was 'first thing in the morning' right now and she had heard nothing yet.
Add to the fact the Henderson wasn't bulging in his finding that Dr.
Platt's death was a suicide, and you have an irritable Lois Lane.

Deciding to take a break, Lois let her thoughts wonder to John and the fact
that he was due in this afternoon.  She didn't know why she was thinking
about men at work all of the sudden, but given her current dilemma, she
couldn't help herself.  She had been excused from meeting John at the
airport, but there were plans for dinner tonight.  Plans to ask him how his
family was.  Plans to ask him how the funeral went.  Or plans to tell him
about her betrayal.

Lois sighed for the umpteenth time.  How could have she done that to John,
an attractive and a nice man?  He deserved much better than that.  It was
obvious that he liked her a lot, and she knew that once he found out that
he would be hurt.

But did she love John?  What?  Where did that question come from?  To be
quite honest, it was a question that Lois had never asked herself in the
three months that she and John had been dating.

'Well, I like him a lot, and he's a really nice guy.  I respect him very
much for the work he does...'  But that didn't answer the question.  Did
she love him?

'I care for him a lot...'  Come on, Lois, that's not an answer.  '*Do you
love him?*'

'No,' she finally realized.  'I don't love him...'  But could she *learn*
to love him?  Lois didn't know the answer.  It would be possible, if Clark
hadn't entered the picture.  Why then, was she hesitant in breaking things
off with John?  Maybe it was because they were good friends as well, and a
break-up would end their friendship.  Maybe it was because Lois would miss
John's company.  Maybe it was because John was safe...

'Safe????  Oh, Lois, what are you doing?'  Lois had always wanted to find
true love, but she wasn't sure if it existed.  If it had existed, her
parents would never have been divorced.  If it had existed, Claude would
never have betrayed her and had stolen her story.  If it had existed,
kissing John would never have been bland, sometimes.  But Lois wanted so
much to believe that somewhere out there she would find true love and
happiness.  She didn't want to end up like her heroine in her romance
novel, where the heroine died without ever finding her true love.

The sound of Clark's voice brought Lois back to the present.  "Lois?"  He
motioned towards the elevators.  Lois turned, and saw a woman and a girl in
a wheelchair.

"Who's that?" Lois asked.

"It's Mrs. Platt and her daughter, Amy," Clark replied.  Lois got up and
followed Clark to meet the visitors.  She was now back into reporter mode,
but there was one question that she didn't ask herself when she was
thinking about her problems.

Was she falling in love with Clark?

* * * * * * * *

--
Felix E. Sung
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I guess I'm better at creating quizzes than identifying others'!

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>4. A newspaper containing the quote: 'Superman should be the world's most
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Um. Wendy's story about Clark grousing to Lois about people's attitudes re
Supes... called -- I give up. :) Something with curtains in it, I think?

>5.  A book entitled, 'How to Control Your Temper'

Ms. Mobile's LiadW3. Good old Martha. :)

Hazel
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Hiya Dia:)

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> -- A "tricorder"
>Carolyn Schnall's "From the Stars" (I don't think I've mentioned it before,
>but I really like all of Carolyn's stories)
>
>-Dia
>zimri@hotmail.com
>Dia 286 on AOL IM

I just wanted to thank you through my blushes for your lovely message. I
thrive on positive feedback and you made my day:)

Thanks,
Carolyn
cschnall@.med.cornell.edu
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Hi Hazel:

Well, (sniffle, sniffle) it's okay that my story was not the one you were
thinking of (sniffle) since it is true that I somehow wrote a whole ST
story without mentioning a tricorder (sniffle)!

Hmmm, now I have to see if I put one in the sequel....:)

Just kidding about the sniffles<g>

Carolyn
Who thinks it is nice to be thought of at all:)

>Diyan identified the following fics:
>
>>okay, I'm a little nevous about doing this closed-book, but I know at
least
>>two.
>>
>> -- A "tricorder"
>>Carolyn Schnall's "From the Stars" (I don't think I've mentioned it
before,
>>but I really like all of Carolyn's stories)
>
>Maybe this is the problem with closed-book scavenger hunts -- there are so
>many fics out there that such double-guesses were inevitable. But no,
>Diyan, this is not what I had in mind.
>
>My only defense is that I wouldn't have put "tricorder" in quotes if I was
>thinking of Star Trek. :) I could also claim the "this story isn't 50K
>long" defense, but since this was closed-book, I could hardly expect you to
>know this, could I?
>
>> -- a high tech genetic lab
>>Carol Malo's "Recognition: the Only Way"
>
>Now, this one *is* my fault, as it definitely does fit Carol's story quite
>neatly. (And what a story that was...!) So let me revise this slightly:
>
>-- a high tech genetic lab, located in a cellar
>
>Hope that make things clearer. :)
>
>Hazel
>
>(who is not suggesting that the above fics aren't also very good reads)
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I'm not all that good with this from memory stuff, but
here goes ...
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> 1.  A sporty, but elegant dark green bikini.
don't know

> 2. An elevator in Bates' Motel.
Sounds like I should know, but I don't

> 3. An assortment of Chinese from Mandarin Ma-Jong.
Again, its tugging at my brain, but ...
> 4. A newspaper containing the quote: 'Superman
> should be the world's most
> famous eunuch'.
'Curtain Twitchers' by Wendy Richards ... Maybe??

> 5.  A book entitled, 'How to Control Your Temper'
oo, oo, I know this one!  The fabulous Life in a
Different World 2: A Reluctant Superman.  I think
that's the right part.  Its by ms. Mobile Richard!

Audrey

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From:         Lab Rat <labrat@CABLEINET.CO.UK>
Subject:      LabRat's Scavenger Hunt

Ooh-Er - spookiest thing just happened. I'm not using my own pc and I don't
have the archive URL on the one I am using. In desperation, I clicked on a
search engine and typed in the LOISCLA address. One of the responses was
a 'site' called "RE. FANFIC URLS" Clicked on it....and up came a message
from Sandy to me, dated 27th July 1998...specifically posted to give me the
URL of the archives when I was having mailer problems. (Insert Twilight
Zone theme here...) <G>

Anyway, on with the show...

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Elena wrote:

>>Ehm...why did you put a spoiler space? <g>

So that you guys could use it when you replied and didn't have to type your
own. And you did. <G>

Jessie wrote:

>2. An elevator in Bates' Motel.

>Hey!  That's mine, isn't it?  Between Floors 7 and 8. (Although I *really*
>shouldn't be allowed to guess, since I've only written two, and recognizing
>my own isn't all that hard. <g>)

Har! That's right, Jessie, rub it in! ;)

Wendy wrote:

>This was *very* tough, Rat!

Goooood. <G> Didn't stop lots of you getting most of them right though.
Even better!

Audrey wrote:

> 5.  A book entitled, 'How to Control Your Temper'
>oo, oo, I know this one!  The fabulous Life in a
>Different World 2: A Reluctant Superman.  I think
>that's the right part.  Its by ms. Mobile Richard!

Good grief! I first read this as: "Its by me, Mobile Richard", Audrey and
thought we'd solved a mystery. <G>

As you'll have noticed others tagged this as part three of LIADW. I haven't
had a chance to read part three yet (shame on me), so I took it from part
two, so either answer is correct and anyway, I'll take just LIADW as the
answer.

Answers in a while....

LabRat :)
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I'm loving this Felix-Keep it coming!

Lori

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(John and Lois and Clark and Joan, Part 11)
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Delete this message. THis is a test. This is only a test. Had this been a
real emergency, you would have been instructed where to go. Since it's not,
don't go anywhere. Delete this message.
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OK Erin, I've been really, REALLY patient (I DO remember what a newborn is
like), but...  Are you EVER going to let them out of that cave!?!
Terry
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Thank you to everyone who answered my plea for id information, both
privately and publicly.  Now I can get altLois back her identity, and
hopefully her old job at the Planet :)

Yvonne
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Title: When Lightning Strikes Twice
Author: Wendy Richards
Part: 2 of ?
Rating: PG-13
Comments: Public, private, whatever  ;)

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=20
Luthor paused once outside the building, realising that there was no =
sign of the great do-gooder in the blue tights in his wake. He wasn't =
going to look a gift horse in the mouth, however: if the Man of Steel =
had decided, for whatever reason, not to pursue him right at that =
moment, he would take advantage of the fact. Perhaps - who knew? - the =
act of transfer had not simply duplicated Superman's powers, but had =
actually removed them from Superman and given them entirely to himself, =
to Lex Luthor? In that case, the one-time billionaire thought in awed =
satisfaction, he would be genuinely unstoppable.
=20
Super-powers. He already knew that he possessed Super-strength, since =
under normal circumstances no human would be able to knock over the last =
son of Krypton. Then there was Super-speed: he'd certainly left the room =
at something approaching the speed of sound, and it had been incredible =
seeing things rush past him in a blur. What about the other powers? He =
turned and stared back at the research centre, and a moment or two later =
the walls simply dissolved and he was able to see beyond them. A little =
more application to his task, and he was suddenly able to see Gretchen =
and his former nemesis; Superman was just picking himself up off the =
floor and was staring at one of the Tesla coils in puzzlement, as if =
still trying to work out what had happened.
=20
<I always knew he wasn't as intelligent as he pretended!> Luthor thought =
gleefully. Even if Superman still had his powers, he would have a =
massive advantage over the Super-hero: sheer brain-power.
=20
He'd have to go back for Gretchen later, unless she made her own way to =
their hideout first. She would be looking for some reward for her =
services, and he supposed she deserved something: it had been a very =
ingenious idea of hers, and just the sort of thing to appeal to him. =
Yes, Gretchen would be rewarded... he was very well aware of the fact =
that she fancied herself in love with him, and it wouldn't be too much =
of a hardship to take her to bed. But after; after, he would need to =
ensure that she could never become a threat to him. It would be =
insupportable if, for example, it occurred to her that others might =
benefit from the possession of Super-powers - others, such as herself. =
So it was unfortunate, of course, but he would have to deal with her.
=20
Later. Once he'd spent some time getting used to these truly miraculous =
new powers he now possessed.
=20
And there was still the most important, the most fascinating power of =
them all.=20
=20
Flying.=20
=20
Was that possible...?
=20
Luthor frowned. Just how did Superman do it? The man made it look so =
effortless; well then, he told himself, it probably *was* effortless. =
The man was more brawn than brains, so if he could figure out how to =
defeat gravity, then it certainly wasn't beyond the wit of the most =
superior brain in the Metropolis business or criminal fraternities.
=20
He concentrated, looking upwards, raising one arm into the air and =
taking a slight jump. Nothing.
=20
He broke into a run, wondering whether the principle of airline flying =
might be best for his first attempt: build up speed on a 'runway' and =
then lift off. But even running a couple of hundred yards along the =
private road made no difference to the effect of gravity on his body.
=20
<Fly, damn you! Fly!> he cursed himself, unwilling to believe that this =
aspect of Superman's powers had failed to be transferred. He heaved a =
heavy sigh, visualising again Superman's effortless take-offs: the man =
just seemed to float off the ground as easily as if he was merely =
walking. His body would simply lift into the air, and then he would =
shift speed and disappear into the horizon.
=20
<Lift... up, up, up... fly!> he chanted silently to himself, walking =
slowly back along the road. Then he looked down...
=20
...and discovered that there was no longer asphalt - or any substance =
whatsoever - beneath his feet. He was floating several feet off the =
ground!
=20
<Okay, keep calm, time to experiment here> he told himself, forcing =
himself to breathe evenly. He thought about rising higher, above the =
buildings, and increasing the pace of his flight; to his amazement, the =
thought was precursor to the fact. Suddenly he was hovering well over =
the neighbouring buildings and moving at a pace which would have =
overtaken many varieties of feathered flying creatures.=20
=20
Executing a loop-the-loop from sheer delight at his newly-acquired =
abilities, Lex Luthor began to plan the regaining of both his empire and =
his once-future wife, free from the interference of either the police or =
Superman.
=20
=20
***************
=20
>From the interior of the research lab, Clark quickly scanned the outside =
of the building with his X-ray vision; Luthor had already vanished from =
sight. He would have to try to track him down, which would be no easy =
task if Luthor had discovered the power of flight. As he was about to =
leave in a burst of Super-speed, he caught sight of Gretchen Kelly in =
his peripheral vision; she was, he realised, cautiously edging her way =
towards the door. Ignoring Luthor momentarily, in under a second he had =
caught hold of her, impeding her progress.
=20
"Not so fast, Dr Kelly," he drawled. "Before you go anywhere, perhaps =
you'd like to tell me exactly what those... things are."
=20
She looked him up and down, not anything like as intimidated as people =
apprehended by the Man of Steel in this manner normally tended to be. =
"Clearly you're not very knowledgeable about physics, Superman," she =
replied scathingly. "Those... *things,* as you call them, are Tesla =
coils." She paused, gave him a supercilious smile, then continued. =
"Perhaps you'd like me to explain what their function is?"
=20
Clark shook his head. He should have figured it out for himself: Tesla =
coils, invented in the 1890's by Nikola Tesla, and originally intended =
for use in the wireless transmission of electricity. As the most =
effective means in existence of producing ultra-high voltages, they =
tended to be used in special effects a lot - he had seen some =
demonstrations himself. If there was such a thing as artificial =
lightning, Tesla coils came the closest. And it seemed that they had the =
same effect on him as real lightning: anyone he happened to be touching =
at the time acquired his powers. And he realised at the same time that =
there was little point in destroying them. Tesla coils were not exactly =
rare; the main thing was to ensure that no-one else discovered the use =
to which they could be put.
=20
"So this was your idea, I'd bet," he threw back at her. "You told Luthor =
a transfer was possible."
=20
She shrugged. "What does it matter whose idea it was? Lex has your =
powers now. And that machine of mine you used the last time to transfer =
that weedy little man's powers back to yourself has been destroyed, =
which means there's nothing you can do about it."
=20
<Not if I can help it> Clark thought, glaring at the woman. He paused =
for a moment wondering what to do about her. He was tempted to hand her =
over to the police - but for what crime? Stealing the body of Lex =
Luthor? But he couldn't produce the corpse to prove it. Bringing a dead =
man back to life? Again, how could he prove it? His guess would be that =
Luthor would stay well out of sight, since before his suicide jump he'd =
been about to be arrested on very serious charges of bribery, =
corruption, fraud and possibly murder. And if he brought Dr Kelly in, he =
also ran the very real risk of the fact that his powers could be =
transferred becoming common knowledge; that was not something he wanted =
to contemplate.
=20
So he conceded that he probably had to let Kelly go. Reluctantly, he =
released her; fixing her with another hard stare, he remarked, =
"Luthor'll never thank you for it. He'll exploit you until you have no =
further use for him, and then he'll drop you. If you're lucky."
=20
She glared at him again. "I'll take my chances, Superman. At least Lex =
isn't a goody-two-shoes who hasn't a clue what to do with a woman!"
=20
As she turned and walked off, Clark stood as if frozen. Luthor 'knew =
what to do with women,' he was well aware of that; the man had taken =
great delight in flaunting his conquest of one particular woman in front =
of Superman's eyes some months before. Which could mean that, now that =
Luthor was alive again, and Super-powered....
=20
Lois could be in danger!
=20
In  a sudden burst of Super-speed, Superman left the building and was =
airborne, heading for Lois's apartment.
=20
=20
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=20
It had been quite a productive day after all, Lois thought as she saved =
her document and stretched, leaning backwards in her chair. She'd fallen =
asleep not long after Superman had visited her earlier, but had woken up =
around mid-afternoon feeling rested and much better. She'd considered, =
and decided against, going back to the Planet, instead spending the =
afternoon working on her laptop. She had several articles in progress =
relating to ongoing investigations and also some op-ed pieces which she =
tended to work on whenever she got a free half-hour, and this had =
presented a good opportunity to make some progress.
=20
It was getting late, however, the fading light from the window telling =
her that it was at least eight o'clock. Time to get something to eat, =
she thought, realising that she was actually very hungry. But as she =
moved towards the kitchen she heard a familiar tapping at her window. =
But.... She frowned. What was Superman doing back again?=20
=20
Changing direction to go and let him in, she smiled. Clearly he'd been =
concerned about her and he wanted to check that she was all right. He =
really was very thoughtful, she considered as she pushed up the =
casement.
=20
He brushed past her, and immediately she knew that whatever he wanted, =
it wasn't just to check on her state of health. His expression was =
strained, and he was clearly anxious about something.
=20
"Superman? What is it?" she asked quickly. "Has something happened?"
=20
He nodded. "Can we sit down? This is important, and... well, it might =
come as a shock to you."
=20
Now frowning, she took a seat on one of the love-seats, noting absently =
that Superman took the couch opposite instead of joining her. He really =
was making sure that she got the message that there could be nothing =
more between them other than friendship.
=20
"So what's happened?" she asked again.=20
=20
He sighed heavily; the action seemed somehow familiar to her, though she =
couldn't work out why. She couldn't remember seeing Superman sigh like =
that before, and yet.... But she shrugged that aside and waited.
=20
"Lois, I have some... news for you," he said slowly. "And I don't know =
how you're going to take this...." He paused, seemed to gather his =
resolve, and then spoke again, his voice sounding strained. "Lex Luthor =
is alive, Lois."
=20
She couldn't have heard him correctly. "Superman... did you really say =
that *Lex Luthor* is...? But he's dead, he fell - or jumped, or =
whatever, he landed on the street in front of me, he died =
instantaneously...." The horror of those few seconds outside LexCorp =
flooded back into her mind, and she shuddered. It had been bad enough =
having second - and third and fourth - thoughts before the wedding, and =
then managing to tell the Archbishop (and Lex) that she couldn't marry =
him after all, but then when the police had burst in with warrants for =
her fiance's arrest she'd felt so... so *humiliated*! It had been such a =
relief to find Clark outside, hurrying up to her, offering her the =
shelter of his arms...
=20
...and then there had been shouts, angry cries, the sound of her =
fiance's voice from far above, and then further cries followed by a =
sickening thud. Clark had pulled her more tightly against him, turning =
her head into his shoulder and turning to block her view of Lex Luthor's =
broken body lying on the asphalt.
=20
He had been killed - suicide - so how could he be alive?

She raised shocked, confused, disbelieving eyes to Superman. "I... =
don't... understand...?"
=20
"He's alive, Lois," Superman replied, his voice firm, the rigidity of =
his expression making it plain that this was no joke. "I've seen him."
=20
"He... I saw him! He was dead!" Lois protested, as if the mere fact of =
repetition would make it so. "And... and so did Clark... Perry, Jimmy... =
the police...."
=20
Superman crossed the empty space between the two love-seats, sitting =
beside her and taking her hands in his. "I know, Lois. But - you =
remember Dr Gretchen Kelly?"
=20
"That crazy scientist who stole his body and thought she could bring him =
back to life?" Lois asked, remembering suddenly: she had followed Kelly =
down into the crypt of an old church and had been confronted with her =
ex-fiance's body in a glass casket. "She was crazy, wasn't she?"
=20
"I thought so," Superman answered slowly. "It seems she knew what she =
was talking about. She brought him back to life."
=20
Lex Luthor was alive! Lois felt as if her blood was running cold; for =
her, the only saving grace about that whole affair last summer had been =
that Lex was dead. She had been spared the humiliation of his trial, of =
being pictured for the months, years even, of its duration as the woman =
who almost married the most corrupt businessman in Metropolis - the =
award-winning investigative reporter who had been fooled by the man's =
suave exterior.=20
=20
But now he was alive, it would surely not be long before he was arrested =
- in fact, he was probably already in police custody if Superman had =
seen him. Superman had no doubt handed him over to the police =
personally.  So she still had to face the trial.
=20
She turned back to Superman, another thought striking her. "It's just as =
well we managed to stop her from transferring your powers that day - and =
that you destroyed her machine," she pointed out.
=20
To her surprise, Superman flinched. "Lois, that's the other thing I have =
to tell you." The bleak, barely controlled tone of voice he adopted told =
her that this was even more serious. She listened in shocked silence as =
he explained that due to a process which she was barely able to =
understand Lex Luthor now possessed the same Super-powers as Superman =
himself.
=20
"My God!" she exclaimed slowly, blanching at the thought. To think she'd =
only been musing earlier about how appalling it would have been had =
anyone more dangerous than William Waldecker obtained Superman's powers. =
Lex Luthor was surely the worst possible person to have ended up with =
Super-powers; the possibilities almost didn't bear thinking about.
=20
"So... where is he now?" she asked.
=20
He shrugged. "I don't know. Lois, it occurred to me that he might come =
after you, so I came here straight away to make sure you were okay. And, =
Lois, you have to get out of town. Immediately."
=20
Superman was right: Luthor would come after her, Lois realised. It was =
entirely consistent with his behaviour. In the months following the =
engagement and abortive wedding, she had come to realise that all she =
had been to him was a possession - or someone he had wanted to possess. =
She had represented a challenge, since she hadn't immediately fallen =
under the spell of his charm, hadn't tumbled into his bed. Even during =
their engagement she'd told him she wanted to wait until they were =
married before sleeping with him; while she couldn't imagine that he =
would come after her simply because he wanted her body, she was aware =
that he would see her as unfinished business. And furthermore, although =
the wedding ceremony had descended into chaos once the police had burst =
in, she knew he had heard her say that she couldn't marry him. She had =
seen the flash of fury in his eyes as he'd seen the prize slipping from =
his grasp.
=20
She knew enough about him, from her own experience and from what she'd =
learned since, that no-one humiliated Lex Luthor and got away with it.
=20
So, yes, it was entirely possible that he would come looking for =
revenge. So she would have to be on her guard....
=20
Turning to look at Superman again, she nodded. "You're right, he will =
want revenge on me."
=20
He got to his feet, moving away from the seating area. "You need to go =
and pack - enough for a few days at least. I'll take you to m... um, the =
Kents in Smallville - you know, Clark's parents. I know they won't =
mind."
=20
Lois frowned. What was he thinking? Did he think that she was so weak =
and feeble that she'd just run away? Not when there was a story as big =
as this! "Superman, I understand you're trying to help, but I can't =
leave. Not now! I have to write this - this is *huge*! Lex Luthor back, =
and - "
=20
 "What are you talking about, Lois?" he interrupted her, appalled. "You =
can't print this!" What was she thinking? he wondered in disbelief. =
Apart from her own safety, didn't she realise how important it was that =
this be kept quiet? Why on earth was she thinking of printing this, when =
she'd understood how necessary it was that other things were kept out of =
the press?
=20
Her expression hardened suddenly, her eyes glinting icily at him as she =
too got to her feet. "Superman, you may be my friend, but you do not =
tell me what I can and can't write!"
=20
He sighed; he should have known better than to imagine that even =
Superman could try to tell Lois Lane what to do; and anyway, he was well =
aware that her attitude towards the Super-hero had changed in the last =
few weeks. Ever since she'd discovered that he'd withheld information =
from her, she'd ceased to regard him as being completely flawless, some =
sort of plaster saint, but as more human; fallible, although - he =
guessed - actually more approachable as a result. Not that he minded =
that; quite the contrary, normally. But this was different....=20
=20
"Lois... okay, I'm sorry, I know you're a professional and you have to =
do your job. But I'm *asking* you, as a friend, to keep this out of the =
press. Think about it," he added encouragingly. "Think what would happen =
if it became widely known that my powers could be transferred - and it =
would, once it became known that Luthor's alive, people would go looking =
for him and they'd find out he has my powers. We had this conversation a =
few weeks ago, remember? Resplendent Man? He wasn't that much of a =
problem - his heart was in the right place, even though he thought he =
could charge people for saving them. But you know what my powers allow =
me to do, Lois. Just imagine a master criminal, or even a petty thief, =
with Super-powers!"
=20
Her expression changed; she inhaled sharply and then gave him a rueful, =
crooked smile. "I don't have to try too hard, Superman. If Lex Luthor =
has your powers, he'll be capable of anything." Her eyes closed briefly. =
"You have to stop him - find a way of taking them away again!"
=20
"I know, Lois, but I have no idea how long that could take, or even how =
I'm going to do it," he said heavily. "Which is why I need to get you =
out of here. You could be in a lot of danger if he decides he wants you =
back - at least, I assume you don't want him back?" He had to add that =
final rider, although it hurt him to do so; after all, she had almost =
married the man, would have married him had Perry not arrived with the =
police during the ceremony.
=20
But she gave him another ferocious glare. "Do you have to rub that in, =
Superman? I'd have thought Clark might have told you that subject's not =
up for discussion. I made a mistake, okay? That doesn't mean I want to =
be reminded of it all the time!" She turned away from him, her shoulders =
heaving, and his own shoulders slumped. She was right: he *should* have =
known. Not that Lois had ever talked much about Luthor and about her own =
feelings concerning the aborted wedding and the fiance who had turned =
out to be a criminal. The closest she'd come to confiding in him had =
been after the reading of Luthor's will, and she hadn't said much then.
=20
"Lois, I'm sorry, but I had to ask," he told her quietly.
=20
She turned back, and he could see the shimmer of tears in her eyes. "No, =
I don't want him back. I thought he was dead - I wanted him to *stay* =
dead! After everything he did, all the lies he told, the way he deceived =
me...." She shook her head furiously. "I have no idea what interest he'd =
have in me now, other than revenge because I said I wouldn't marry him, =
but I don't want to see him."
=20
<She said she wouldn't marry him... huh??> Clark filed that one away for =
future reference, deciding that it was more urgent to get Lois safely =
out of town. "Well, if you'll come with me you won't have to. Go on, =
pack some things."
=20
He saw her swallow and nod, before marching swiftly towards her bedroom. =
She paused on the threshold, glancing back at him. "Clark's parents - do =
they know what's going on?"
=20
Clark shook his head. "Not yet, but I'll call them while you pack."
=20
He did, carrying on a bizarre conversation in which his parents knew =
full well they were talking to Clark, and yet he had to speak to them as =
Superman, a mere acquaintance, and refer to himself in the third person. =
He could tell that his parents were worried: they were both well aware, =
as was he, that the last time he'd seen Lex Luthor - before the man's =
death - he'd trapped Superman in a Kryptonite cage with the aim of =
killing him. Now, Luthor had Super-powers... and, as Jonathan suggested, =
given that he wasn't from Krypton, there was every chance that =
Kryptonite would have no effect at all on him.
=20
If Luthor was able to get hold of Kryptonite again, this time he would =
probably succeed in killing Superman. There was also a strong =
possibility that, with powers equal to Clark's own, he could kill =
Superman even without Kryptonite.
=20
He hung up after promising his parents that he'd be careful, and waited =
for Lois. At the same time, though, his brain was working overtime =
thinking through everything that Luthor could possibly be up to at this =
moment. He knew he should be out there tracking him down, trying to stop =
him; but Lois's safety had to come first.
=20
=20
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<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Title: When Lightning Strikes =
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<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Author: Wendy Richards</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Luthor paused once outside the =
building,=20
realising that there was no sign of the great do-gooder in the blue =
tights in=20
his wake. He wasn&#8217;t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, =
however: if the Man=20
of Steel had decided, for whatever reason, not to pursue him right at =
that=20
moment, he would take advantage of the fact. Perhaps - who knew? - the =
act of=20
transfer had not simply duplicated Superman&#8217;s powers, but had =
actually removed=20
them from Superman and given them entirely to himself, to Lex Luthor? In =
that=20
case, the one-time billionaire thought in awed satisfaction, he would be =

genuinely unstoppable.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<?xml:namespace prefix =
=3D o ns =3D=20
"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Super-powers. He already knew =
that he=20
possessed Super-strength, since under normal circumstances no human =
would be=20
able to knock over the last son of Krypton. Then there was Super-speed: =
he&#8217;d=20
certainly left the room at something approaching the speed of sound, and =
it had=20
been incredible seeing things rush past him in a blur. What about the =
other=20
powers? He turned and stared back at the research centre, and a moment =
or two=20
later the walls simply dissolved and he was able to see beyond them. A =
little=20
more application to his task, and he was suddenly able to see Gretchen =
and his=20
former nemesis; Superman was just picking himself up off the floor and =
was=20
staring at one of the Tesla coils in puzzlement, as if still trying to =
work out=20
what had happened.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&lt;I always knew he =
wasn&#8217;t as intelligent=20
as he pretended!&gt; Luthor thought gleefully. Even if Superman still =
had his=20
powers, he would have a massive advantage over the Super-hero: sheer=20
brain-power.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He&#8217;d have to go back for =
Gretchen later,=20
unless she made her own way to their hideout first. She would be looking =
for=20
some reward for her services, and he supposed she deserved something: it =
had=20
been a very ingenious idea of hers, and just the sort of thing to appeal =
to him.=20
Yes, Gretchen would be rewarded... he was very well aware of the fact =
that she=20
fancied herself in love with him, and it wouldn&#8217;t be too much of a =
hardship to=20
take her to bed. But after; after, he would need to ensure that she =
could never=20
become a threat to him. It would be insupportable if, for example, it =
occurred=20
to her that others might benefit from the possession of Super-powers - =
others,=20
such as herself. So it was unfortunate, of course, but he would have to =
deal=20
with her.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Later. Once he'd spent some =
time getting=20
used to these truly miraculous new powers he now possessed.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>And there was still the most =
important,=20
the most fascinating power of them all. </SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Flying. </SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Was that =
possible...?</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Luthor frowned. Just how did =
Superman do=20
it? The man made it look so effortless; well then, he told himself, it =
probably=20
*was* effortless. The man was more brawn than brains, so if he could =
figure out=20
how to defeat gravity, then it certainly wasn&#8217;t beyond the wit of =
the most=20
superior brain in the Metropolis business or criminal =
fraternities.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He concentrated, looking =
upwards, raising=20
one arm into the air and taking a slight jump. Nothing.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He broke into a run, wondering =
whether the=20
principle of airline flying might be best for his first attempt: build =
up speed=20
on a &#8216;runway&#8217; and then lift off. But even running a couple =
of hundred yards=20
along the private road made no difference to the effect of gravity on =
his=20
body.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&lt;Fly, damn you! Fly!&gt; he =
cursed=20
himself, unwilling to believe that this aspect of Superman&#8217;s =
powers had failed=20
to be transferred. He heaved a heavy sigh, visualising again =
Superman&#8217;s=20
effortless take-offs: the man just seemed to float off the ground as =
easily as=20
if he was merely walking. His body would simply lift into the air, and =
then he=20
would shift speed and disappear into the horizon.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&lt;Lift... up, up, up... =
fly!&gt; he=20
chanted silently to himself, walking slowly back along the road. Then he =
looked=20
down...</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>...and discovered that there =
was no longer=20
asphalt - or any substance whatsoever - beneath his feet. He was =
floating=20
several feet off the ground!</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&lt;Okay, keep calm, time to =
experiment=20
here&gt; he told himself, forcing himself to breathe evenly. He thought =
about=20
rising higher, above the buildings, and increasing the pace of his =
flight; to=20
his amazement, the thought was precursor to the fact. Suddenly he was =
hovering=20
well over the neighbouring buildings and moving at a pace which would =
have=20
overtaken many varieties of feathered flying creatures. </SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Executing a loop-the-loop from =
sheer=20
delight at his newly-acquired abilities, Lex Luthor began to plan the =
regaining=20
of both his empire and his once-future wife, free from the interference =
of=20
either the police or Superman.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>***************</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>From the interior of the =
research lab,=20
Clark quickly scanned the outside of the building with his X-ray vision; =
Luthor=20
had already vanished from sight. He would have to try to track him down, =
which=20
would be no easy task if Luthor had discovered the power of flight. As =
he was=20
about to leave in a burst of Super-speed, he caught sight of Gretchen =
Kelly in=20
his peripheral vision; she was, he realised, cautiously edging her way =
towards=20
the door. Ignoring Luthor momentarily, in under a second he had caught =
hold of=20
her, impeding her progress.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;Not so fast, Dr =
Kelly,&#8221; he drawled.=20
&#8220;Before you go anywhere, perhaps you&#8217;d like to tell me =
exactly what those...=20
things are.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>She looked him up and down, =
not anything=20
like as intimidated as people apprehended by the Man of Steel in this =
manner=20
normally tended to be. &#8220;Clearly you&#8217;re not very =
knowledgeable about physics,=20
Superman,&#8221; she replied scathingly. &#8220;Those... *things,* as =
you call them, are=20
Tesla coils.&#8221; She paused, gave him a supercilious smile, then =
continued.=20
&#8220;Perhaps you&#8217;d like me to explain what their function =
is?&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Clark shook his head. He =
should have=20
figured it out for himself: Tesla coils, invented in the 1890's by =
Nikola Tesla,=20
and originally intended for use in the wireless transmission of =
electricity. As=20
the most effective means in existence of producing ultra-high voltages, =
they=20
tended to be used in special effects a lot - he had seen some =
demonstrations=20
himself. If there was such a thing as artificial lightning, Tesla coils =
came the=20
closest. And it seemed that they had the same effect on him as real =
lightning:=20
anyone he happened to be touching at the time acquired his powers. And =
he=20
realised at the same time that there was little point in destroying =
them. Tesla=20
coils were not exactly rare; the main thing was to ensure that no-one =
else=20
discovered the use to which they could be put.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;So this was your idea, =
I&#8217;d bet,&#8221; he threw=20
back at her. &#8220;You told Luthor a transfer was =
possible.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>She shrugged. &#8220;What does =
it matter whose=20
idea it was? Lex has your powers now. And that machine of mine you used =
the last=20
time to transfer that weedy little man&#8217;s powers back to yourself =
has been=20
destroyed, which means there&#8217;s nothing you can do about =
it.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&lt;Not if I can help it&gt; =
Clark=20
thought, glaring at the woman. He paused for a moment wondering what to =
do about=20
her. He was tempted to hand her over to the police - but for what crime? =

Stealing the body of Lex Luthor? But he couldn&#8217;t produce the =
corpse to prove it.=20
Bringing a dead man back to life? Again, how could he prove it? His =
guess would=20
be that Luthor would stay well out of sight, since before his suicide =
jump he&#8217;d=20
been about to be arrested on very serious charges of bribery, =
corruption, fraud=20
and possibly murder. And if he brought Dr Kelly in, he also ran the very =
real=20
risk of the fact that his powers could be transferred becoming common =
knowledge;=20
that was not something he wanted to contemplate.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>So he conceded that he =
probably had to let=20
Kelly go. Reluctantly, he released her; fixing her with another hard =
stare, he=20
remarked, &#8220;Luthor&#8217;ll never thank you for it. He&#8217;ll =
exploit you until you have no=20
further use for him, and then he&#8217;ll drop you. If you&#8217;re =
lucky.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>She glared at him again. =
&#8220;I&#8217;ll take my=20
chances, Superman. At least Lex isn&#8217;t a goody-two-shoes who =
hasn&#8217;t a clue what=20
to do with a woman!&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>As she turned and walked off, =
Clark stood=20
as if frozen. Luthor &#8216;knew what to do with women,&#8217; he was =
well aware of that;=20
the man had taken great delight in flaunting his conquest of one =
particular=20
woman in front of Superman&#8217;s eyes some months before. Which could =
mean that, now=20
that Luthor was alive again, and Super-powered....</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Lois could be in =
danger!</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>In<SPAN style=3D"mso-spacerun: =
yes">&nbsp;=20
</SPAN>a sudden burst of Super-speed, Superman left the building and was =

airborne, heading for Lois&#8217;s apartment.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>*****************</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>It had been quite a productive =
day after=20
all, Lois thought as she saved her document and stretched, leaning =
backwards in=20
her chair. She&#8217;d fallen asleep not long after Superman had visited =
her earlier,=20
but had woken up around mid-afternoon feeling rested and much better. =
She&#8217;d=20
considered, and decided against, going back to the Planet, instead =
spending the=20
afternoon working on her laptop. She had several articles in progress =
relating=20
to ongoing investigations and also some op-ed pieces which she tended to =
work on=20
whenever she got a free half-hour, and this had presented a good =
opportunity to=20
make some progress.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>It was getting late, however, =
the fading=20
light from the window telling her that it was at least eight =
o&#8217;clock. Time to=20
get something to eat, she thought, realising that she was actually very =
hungry.=20
But as she moved towards the kitchen she heard a familiar tapping at her =
window.=20
But.... She frowned. What was Superman doing back again? </SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Changing direction to go and =
let him in,=20
she smiled. Clearly he&#8217;d been concerned about her and he wanted to =
check that=20
she was all right. He really was very thoughtful, she considered as she =
pushed=20
up the casement.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He brushed past her, and =
immediately she=20
knew that whatever he wanted, it wasn't just to check on her state of =
health.=20
His expression was strained, and he was clearly anxious about=20
something.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;Superman? What is =
it?&#8221; she asked quickly.=20
&#8220;Has something happened?&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He nodded. &#8220;Can we sit =
down? This is=20
important, and... well, it might come as a shock to =
you.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Now frowning, she took a seat =
on one of=20
the love-seats, noting absently that Superman took the couch opposite =
instead of=20
joining her. He really was making sure that she got the message that =
there could=20
be nothing more between them other than friendship.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;So what&#8217;s =
happened?&#8221; she asked again.=20
</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He sighed heavily; the action =
seemed=20
somehow familiar to her, though she couldn&#8217;t work out why. She =
couldn&#8217;t remember=20
seeing Superman sigh like that before, and yet.... But she shrugged that =
aside=20
and waited.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;Lois, I have some... =
news for you,&#8221; he=20
said slowly. &#8220;And I don&#8217;t know how you&#8217;re going to =
take this....&#8221; He paused,=20
seemed to gather his resolve, and then spoke again, his voice sounding =
strained.=20
&#8220;Lex Luthor is alive, Lois.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>She couldn&#8217;t have heard =
him correctly.=20
&#8220;Superman... did you really say that *Lex Luthor* is...? But =
he&#8217;s dead, he fell=20
- or jumped, or whatever, he landed on the street in front of me, he =
died=20
instantaneously....&#8221; The horror of those few seconds outside =
LexCorp flooded=20
back into her mind, and she shuddered. It had been bad enough having =
second -=20
and third and fourth - thoughts before the wedding, and then managing to =
tell=20
the Archbishop (and Lex) that she couldn&#8217;t marry him after all, =
but then when=20
the police had burst in with warrants for her fiance&#8217;s arrest =
she&#8217;d felt so...=20
so *humiliated*! It had been such a relief to find Clark outside, =
hurrying up to=20
her, offering her the shelter of his arms...</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>...and then there had been =
shouts, angry=20
cries, the sound of her fiance&#8217;s voice from far above, and then =
further cries=20
followed by a sickening thud. Clark had pulled her more tightly against =
him,=20
turning her head into his shoulder and turning to block her view of Lex =
Luthor&#8217;s=20
broken body lying on the asphalt.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He had been killed - suicide - =
so how=20
could he be alive?</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB><BR>She raised shocked, =
confused,=20
disbelieving eyes to Superman. &#8220;I... don&#8217;t... =
understand...?&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;He&#8217;s alive, =
Lois,&#8221; Superman replied, his=20
voice firm, the rigidity of his expression making it plain that this was =
no=20
joke. &#8220;I&#8217;ve seen him.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;He... I saw him! He was =
dead!&#8221; Lois=20
protested, as if the mere fact of repetition would make it so. =
&#8220;And... and so=20
did Clark... Perry, Jimmy... the police....&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Superman crossed the empty =
space between=20
the two love-seats, sitting beside her and taking her hands in his. =
&#8220;I know,=20
Lois. But - you remember Dr Gretchen Kelly?&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;That crazy scientist =
who stole his body=20
and thought she could bring him back to life?&#8221; Lois asked, =
remembering suddenly:=20
she had followed Kelly down into the crypt of an old church and had been =

confronted with her ex-fiance&#8217;s body in a glass casket. &#8220;She =
was crazy, wasn&#8217;t=20
she?&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;I thought so,&#8221; =
Superman answered slowly.=20
&#8220;It seems she knew what she was talking about. She brought him =
back to=20
life.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Lex Luthor was alive! Lois =
felt as if her=20
blood was running cold; for her, the only saving grace about that whole =
affair=20
last summer had been that Lex was dead. She had been spared the =
humiliation of=20
his trial, of being pictured for the months, years even, of its duration =
as the=20
woman who almost married the most corrupt businessman in Metropolis - =
the=20
award-winning investigative reporter who had been fooled by the =
man&#8217;s suave=20
exterior. </SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>But now he was alive, it would =
surely not=20
be long before he was arrested - in fact, he was probably already in =
police=20
custody if Superman had seen him. Superman had no doubt handed him over =
to the=20
police personally.<SPAN style=3D"mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>So she =
still had=20
to face the trial.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>She turned back to Superman, =
another=20
thought striking her. &#8220;It&#8217;s just as well we managed to stop =
her from=20
transferring your powers that day - and that you destroyed her =
machine,&#8221; she=20
pointed out.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>To her surprise, Superman =
flinched. &#8220;Lois,=20
that&#8217;s the other thing I have to tell you.&#8221; The bleak, =
barely controlled tone of=20
voice he adopted told her that this was even more serious. She listened =
in=20
shocked silence as he explained that due to a process which she was =
barely able=20
to understand Lex Luthor now possessed the same Super-powers as Superman =

himself.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;My God!&#8221; she =
exclaimed slowly, blanching=20
at the thought. To think she&#8217;d only been musing earlier about how =
appalling it=20
would have been had anyone more dangerous than William Waldecker =
obtained=20
Superman&#8217;s powers. Lex Luthor was surely the worst possible person =
to have ended=20
up with Super-powers; the possibilities almost didn&#8217;t bear =
thinking=20
about.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;So... where is he =
now?&#8221; she=20
asked.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He shrugged. &#8220;I =
don&#8217;t know. Lois, it=20
occurred to me that he might come after you, so I came here straight =
away to=20
make sure you were okay. And, Lois, you have to get out of town.=20
Immediately.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Superman was right: Luthor =
would come=20
after her, Lois realised. It was entirely consistent with his behaviour. =
In the=20
months following the engagement and abortive wedding, she had come to =
realise=20
that all she had been to him was a possession - or someone he had wanted =
to=20
possess. She had represented a challenge, since she hadn&#8217;t =
immediately fallen=20
under the spell of his charm, hadn&#8217;t tumbled into his bed. Even =
during their=20
engagement she'd told him she wanted to wait until they were married =
before=20
sleeping with him; while she couldn&#8217;t imagine that he would come =
after her=20
simply because he wanted her body, she was aware that he would see her =
as=20
unfinished business. And furthermore, although the wedding ceremony had=20
descended into chaos once the police had burst in, she knew he had heard =
her say=20
that she couldn&#8217;t marry him. She had seen the flash of fury in his =
eyes as he&#8217;d=20
seen the prize slipping from his grasp.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>She knew enough about him, =
from her own=20
experience and from what she&#8217;d learned since, that no-one =
humiliated Lex Luthor=20
and got away with it.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>So, yes, it was entirely =
possible that he=20
would come looking for revenge. So she would have to be on her=20
guard....</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Turning to look at Superman =
again, she=20
nodded. &#8220;You&#8217;re right, he will want revenge on =
me.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He got to his feet, moving =
away from the=20
seating area. &#8220;You need to go and pack - enough for a few days at =
least. I&#8217;ll=20
take you to m... um, the Kents in Smallville - you know, Clark&#8217;s =
parents. I know=20
they won&#8217;t mind.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Lois frowned. What was he =
thinking? Did he=20
think that she was so weak and feeble that she&#8217;d just run away? =
Not when there=20
was a story as big as this! &#8220;Superman, I understand you&#8217;re =
trying to help, but I=20
can&#8217;t leave. Not now! I have to write this - this is *huge*! Lex =
Luthor back,=20
and - &#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB><SPAN=20
style=3D"mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>&#8220;What are you talking =
about, Lois?&#8221; he=20
interrupted her, appalled. &#8220;You can&#8217;t print this!&#8221; =
What was she thinking? he=20
wondered in disbelief. Apart from her own safety, didn&#8217;t she =
realise how=20
important it was that this be kept quiet? Why on earth was she thinking =
of=20
printing this, when she&#8217;d understood how necessary it was that =
other things were=20
kept out of the press?</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Her expression hardened =
suddenly, her eyes=20
glinting icily at him as she too got to her feet. &#8220;Superman, you =
may be my=20
friend, but you do not tell me what I can and can&#8217;t =
write!&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He sighed; he should have =
known better=20
than to imagine that even Superman could try to tell Lois Lane what to =
do; and=20
anyway, he was well aware that her attitude towards the Super-hero had =
changed=20
in the last few weeks. Ever since she&#8217;d discovered that he&#8217;d =
withheld=20
information from her, she&#8217;d ceased to regard him as being =
completely flawless,=20
some sort of plaster saint, but as more human; fallible, although - he =
guessed -=20
actually more approachable as a result. Not that he minded that; quite =
the=20
contrary, normally. But this was different.... </SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;Lois... okay, I&#8217;m =
sorry, I know you&#8217;re a=20
professional and you have to do your job. But I&#8217;m *asking* you, as =
a friend, to=20
keep this out of the press. Think about it,&#8221; he added =
encouragingly. &#8220;Think what=20
would happen if it became widely known that my powers could be =
transferred - and=20
it would, once it became known that Luthor&#8217;s alive, people would =
go looking for=20
him and they&#8217;d find out he has my powers. We had this conversation =
a few weeks=20
ago, remember? Resplendent Man? He wasn&#8217;t that much of a problem - =
his heart was=20
in the right place, even though he thought he could charge people for =
saving=20
them. But you know what my powers allow me to do, Lois. Just imagine a =
master=20
criminal, or even a petty thief, with Super-powers!&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Her expression changed; she =
inhaled=20
sharply and then gave him a rueful, crooked smile. &#8220;I don&#8217;t =
have to try too=20
hard, Superman. If Lex Luthor has your powers, he&#8217;ll be capable of =
anything.&#8221;=20
Her eyes closed briefly. &#8220;You have to stop him - find a way of =
taking them away=20
again!&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;I know, Lois, but I =
have no idea how long=20
that could take, or even how I&#8217;m going to do it,&#8221; he said =
heavily. &#8220;Which is why=20
I need to get you out of here. You could be in a lot of danger if he =
decides he=20
wants you back - at least, I assume you don&#8217;t want him =
back?&#8221; He had to add that=20
final rider, although it hurt him to do so; after all, she had almost =
married=20
the man, would have married him had Perry not arrived with the police =
during the=20
ceremony.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>But she gave him another =
ferocious glare.=20
&#8220;Do you have to rub that in, Superman? I&#8217;d have thought =
Clark might have told=20
you that subject&#8217;s not up for discussion. I made a mistake, okay? =
That doesn&#8217;t=20
mean I want to be reminded of it all the time!&#8221; She turned away =
from him, her=20
shoulders heaving, and his own shoulders slumped. She was right: he =
*should*=20
have known. Not that Lois had ever talked much about Luthor and about =
her own=20
feelings concerning the aborted wedding and the fiance who had turned =
out to be=20
a criminal. The closest she&#8217;d come to confiding in him had been =
after the=20
reading of Luthor&#8217;s will, and she hadn&#8217;t said much =
then.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&#8220;Lois, I&#8217;m sorry, =
but I had to ask,&#8221; he=20
told her quietly.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>She turned back, and he could =
see the=20
shimmer of tears in her eyes. &#8220;No, I don&#8217;t want him back. I =
thought he was dead=20
- I wanted him to *stay* dead! After everything he did, all the lies he =
told,=20
the way he deceived me....&#8221; She shook her head furiously. &#8220;I =
have no idea what=20
interest he&#8217;d have in me now, other than revenge because I said I =
wouldn&#8217;t marry=20
him, but I don&#8217;t want to see him.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&lt;She said she =
wouldn&#8217;t marry him...=20
huh??&gt; Clark filed that one away for future reference, deciding that =
it was=20
more urgent to get Lois safely out of town. &#8220;Well, if you&#8217;ll =
come with me you=20
won&#8217;t have to. Go on, pack some things.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He saw her swallow and nod, =
before=20
marching swiftly towards her bedroom. She paused on the threshold, =
glancing back=20
at him. &#8220;Clark&#8217;s parents - do they know what&#8217;s going =
on?&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>Clark shook his head. =
&#8220;Not yet, but I&#8217;ll=20
call them while you pack.&#8221;</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He did, carrying on a bizarre =
conversation=20
in which his parents knew full well they were talking to Clark, and yet =
he had=20
to speak to them as Superman, a mere acquaintance, and refer to himself =
in the=20
third person. He could tell that his parents were worried: they were =
both well=20
aware, as was he, that the last time he'd seen Lex Luthor - before the =
man&#8217;s=20
death - he&#8217;d trapped Superman in a Kryptonite cage with the aim of =
killing him.=20
Now, Luthor had Super-powers... and, as Jonathan suggested, given that =
he wasn&#8217;t=20
from Krypton, there was every chance that Kryptonite would have no =
effect at all=20
on him.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>If Luthor was able to get hold =
of=20
Kryptonite again, this time he would probably succeed in killing =
Superman. There=20
was also a strong possibility that, with powers equal to Clark's own, he =
could=20
kill Superman even without Kryptonite.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>He hung up after promising his =
parents=20
that he&#8217;d be careful, and waited for Lois. At the same time, =
though, his brain=20
was working overtime thinking through everything that Luthor could =
possibly be=20
up to at this moment. He knew he should be out there tracking him down, =
trying=20
to stop him; but Lois&#8217;s safety had to come first.</SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
<DIV class=3DMsoNormal><SPAN lang=3DEN-GB>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></DIV>
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Wendy --

Can you check the formatting and resend?  It came out strange (don't know
if others had this problem).

Thanks, Pam Richardson

At 05:50 PM 5/18/2000 +0100, you wrote:=20

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<excerpt><bigger>Title: When Lightning Strikes

Twice</bigger><fontfamily><param>Arial</param><color><param>0606,0000,0000</=
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<bigger>Author: Wendy Richards</bigger> <bigger>Part: 2 of ?</bigger>
<bigger>Rating: PG-13</bigger> <bigger>Comments: Public, private, whatever
=
 ;)</bigger>  size=3D2>------------------------------------------------ =
 <bigger> Luthor paused once outside the building,  realising that there
was=
 no sign of the great do-gooder in the blue tights in  his wake. He wasnt=
 going to look a gift horse in the mouth, however: if the Man  of Steel had=
 decided, for whatever reason, not to pursue him right at that  moment, he=
 would take advantage of the fact. Perhaps - who knew? - the act of =
 transfer had not simply duplicated Supermans powers, but had actually=
 removed  them from Superman and given them entirely to himself, to Lex=
 Luthor? In that  case, the one-time billionaire thought in awed=
 satisfaction, he would be  genuinely unstoppable. =
 "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Super-powers. He already knew=
 that he  possessed Super-strength, since under normal circumstances no=
 human would be  able to knock over the last son of Krypton. Then there was=
 Super-speed: hed  certainly left the room at something approaching the=
 speed of sound, and it had  been incredible seeing things rush past him in=
 a blur. What about the other  powers? He turned and stared back at the=
 research centre, and a moment or two  later the walls simply dissolved and=
 he was able to see beyond them. A little  more application to his task,
and=
 he was suddenly able to see Gretchen and his  former nemesis; Superman was=
 just picking himself up off the floor and was  staring at one of the Tesla=
 coils in puzzlement, as if still trying to work out  what had happened. =
 <<I always knew he wasnt as intelligent  as he pretended!> Luthor thought=
 gleefully. Even if Superman still had his  powers, he would have a massive=
 advantage over the Super-hero: sheer  brain-power.  Hed have to go back
for=
 Gretchen later,  unless she made her own way to their hideout first. She=
 would be looking for  some reward for her services, and he supposed she=
 deserved something: it had  been a very ingenious idea of hers, and just=
 the sort of thing to appeal to him.  Yes, Gretchen would be rewarded... he=
 was very well aware of the fact that she  fancied herself in love with
him,=
 and it wouldnt be too much of a hardship to  take her to bed. But after;=
 after, he would need to ensure that she could never  become a threat to=
 him. It would be insupportable if, for example, it occurred  to her that=
 others might benefit from the possession of Super-powers - others,  such
as=
 herself. So it was unfortunate, of course, but he would have to deal  with=
 her.  Later. Once he'd spent some time getting  used to these truly=
 miraculous new powers he now possessed.  And there was still the most=
 important,  the most fascinating power of them all.   Flying.   Was that=
 possible...?  Luthor frowned. Just how did Superman do  it? The man made
it=
 look so effortless; well then, he told himself, it probably  *was*=
 effortless. The man was more brawn than brains, so if he could figure out =
 how to defeat gravity, then it certainly wasnt beyond the wit of the most =
 superior brain in the Metropolis business or criminal fraternities.  He=
 concentrated, looking upwards, raising  one arm into the air and taking a=
 slight jump. Nothing.  He broke into a run, wondering whether the =
 principle of airline flying might be best for his first attempt: build up=
 speed  on a runway and then lift off. But even running a couple of hundred=
 yards  along the private road made no difference to the effect of gravity=
 on his  body.  <<Fly, damn you! Fly!> he cursed  himself, unwilling to=
 believe that this aspect of Supermans powers had failed  to be
transferred.=
 He heaved a heavy sigh, visualising again Supermans  effortless take-offs:=
 the man just seemed to float off the ground as easily as  if he was merely=
 walking. His body would simply lift into the air, and then he  would shift=
 speed and disappear into the horizon.  <<Lift... up, up, up... fly!> he =
 chanted silently to himself, walking slowly back along the road. Then he=
 looked  down...  ...and discovered that there was no longer  asphalt - or=
 any substance whatsoever - beneath his feet. He was floating  several feet=
 off the ground!  <<Okay, keep calm, time to experiment  here> he told=
 himself, forcing himself to breathe evenly. He thought about  rising=
 higher, above the buildings, and increasing the pace of his flight; to
his=
 amazement, the thought was precursor to the fact. Suddenly he was hovering
=
 well over the neighbouring buildings and moving at a pace which would have
=
 overtaken many varieties of feathered flying creatures.   Executing a=
 loop-the-loop from sheer  delight at his newly-acquired abilities, Lex=
 Luthor began to plan the regaining  of both his empire and his once-future=
 wife, free from the interference of  either the police or Superman.  =
 ***************  From the interior of the research lab,  Clark quickly=
 scanned the outside of the building with his X-ray vision; Luthor  had=
 already vanished from sight. He would have to try to track him down, which
=
 would be no easy task if Luthor had discovered the power of flight. As he=
 was  about to leave in a burst of Super-speed, he caught sight of Gretchen=
 Kelly in  his peripheral vision; she was, he realised, cautiously edging=
 her way towards  the door. Ignoring Luthor momentarily, in under a second=
 he had caught hold of  her, impeding her progress.  Not so fast, Dr Kelly,=
 he drawled.  Before you go anywhere, perhaps youd like to tell me exactly=
 what those...  things are.  She looked him up and down, not anything  like=
 as intimidated as people apprehended by the Man of Steel in this manner =
 normally tended to be. Clearly youre not very knowledgeable about physics,
=
 Superman, she replied scathingly. Those... *things,* as you call them, are
=
 Tesla coils. She paused, gave him a supercilious smile, then continued. =
 Perhaps youd like me to explain what their function is?  Clark shook his=
 head. He should have  figured it out for himself: Tesla coils, invented in=
 the 1890's by Nikola Tesla,  and originally intended for use in the=
 wireless transmission of electricity. As  the most effective means in=
 existence of producing ultra-high voltages, they  tended to be used in=
 special effects a lot - he had seen some demonstrations  himself. If there=
 was such a thing as artificial lightning, Tesla coils came the  closest.=
 And it seemed that they had the same effect on him as real lightning: =
 anyone he happened to be touching at the time acquired his powers. And he =
 realised at the same time that there was little point in destroying them.=
 Tesla  coils were not exactly rare; the main thing was to ensure that=
 no-one else  discovered the use to which they could be put.  So this was=
 your idea, Id bet, he threw  back at her. You told Luthor a transfer was=
 possible.  She shrugged. What does it matter whose  idea it was? Lex has=
 your powers now. And that machine of mine you used the last  time to=
 transfer that weedy little mans powers back to yourself has been =
 destroyed, which means theres nothing you can do about it.  <<Not if I can=
 help it> Clark  thought, glaring at the woman. He paused for a moment=
 wondering what to do about  her. He was tempted to hand her over to the=
 police - but for what crime?  Stealing the body of Lex Luthor? But he=
 couldnt produce the corpse to prove it.  Bringing a dead man back to life?=
 Again, how could he prove it? His guess would  be that Luthor would stay=
 well out of sight, since before his suicide jump hed  been about to be=
 arrested on very serious charges of bribery, corruption, fraud  and=
 possibly murder. And if he brought Dr Kelly in, he also ran the very real =
 risk of the fact that his powers could be transferred becoming common=
 knowledge;  that was not something he wanted to contemplate.  So he=
 conceded that he probably had to let  Kelly go. Reluctantly, he released=
 her; fixing her with another hard stare, he  remarked, Luthorll never
thank=
 you for it. Hell exploit you until you have no  further use for him, and=
 then hell drop you. If youre lucky.  She glared at him again. Ill take my =
 chances, Superman. At least Lex isnt a goody-two-shoes who hasnt a clue=
 what  to do with a woman!  As she turned and walked off, Clark stood  as
if=
 frozen. Luthor knew what to do with women, he was well aware of that;  the=
 man had taken great delight in flaunting his conquest of one particular =
 woman in front of Supermans eyes some months before. Which could mean
that,=
 now  that Luthor was alive again, and Super-powered....  Lois could be in=
 danger!  In   a sudden burst of Super-speed, Superman left the building
and=
 was  airborne, heading for Loiss apartment.   *****************  It had=
 been quite a productive day after  all, Lois thought as she saved her=
 document and stretched, leaning backwards in  her chair. Shed fallen
asleep=
 not long after Superman had visited her earlier,  but had woken up around=
 mid-afternoon feeling rested and much better. Shed  considered, and
decided=
 against, going back to the Planet, instead spending the  afternoon working=
 on her laptop. She had several articles in progress relating  to ongoing=
 investigations and also some op-ed pieces which she tended to work on =
 whenever she got a free half-hour, and this had presented a good=
 opportunity to  make some progress.  It was getting late, however, the=
 fading  light from the window telling her that it was at least eight=
 oclock. Time to  get something to eat, she thought, realising that she was=
 actually very hungry.  But as she moved towards the kitchen she heard a=
 familiar tapping at her window.  But.... She frowned. What was Superman=
 doing back again?   Changing direction to go and let him in,  she smiled.=
 Clearly hed been concerned about her and he wanted to check that  she was=
 all right. He really was very thoughtful, she considered as she pushed  up=
 the casement.  He brushed past her, and immediately she  knew that
whatever=
 he wanted, it wasn't just to check on her state of health.  His expression=
 was strained, and he was clearly anxious about  something.  Superman? What=
 is it? she asked quickly.  Has something happened?  He nodded. Can we sit=
 down? This is  important, and... well, it might come as a shock to you. =
 Now frowning, she took a seat on one of  the love-seats, noting absently=
 that Superman took the couch opposite instead of  joining her. He really=
 was making sure that she got the message that there could  be nothing more=
 between them other than friendship.  So whats happened? she asked again.  =
 He sighed heavily; the action seemed  somehow familiar to her, though she=
 couldnt work out why. She couldnt remember  seeing Superman sigh like that=
 before, and yet.... But she shrugged that aside  and waited.  Lois, I have=
 some... news for you, he  said slowly. And I dont know how youre going to=
 take this.... He paused,  seemed to gather his resolve, and then spoke=
 again, his voice sounding strained.  Lex Luthor is alive, Lois.  She=
 couldnt have heard him correctly.  Superman... did you really say that
*Lex=
 Luthor* is...? But hes dead, he fell  - or jumped, or whatever, he landed=
 on the street in front of me, he died  instantaneously.... The horror of=
 those few seconds outside LexCorp flooded  back into her mind, and she=
 shuddered. It had been bad enough having second -  and third and fourth -=
 thoughts before the wedding, and then managing to tell  the Archbishop
(and=
 Lex) that she couldnt marry him after all, but then when  the police had=
 burst in with warrants for her fiances arrest shed felt so...  so=
 *humiliated*! It had been such a relief to find Clark outside, hurrying up=
 to  her, offering her the shelter of his arms...  ...and then there had=
 been shouts, angry  cries, the sound of her fiances voice from far above,=
 and then further cries  followed by a sickening thud. Clark had pulled her=
 more tightly against him,  turning her head into his shoulder and turning=
 to block her view of Lex Luthors  broken body lying on the asphalt.  He
had=
 been killed - suicide - so how  could he be alive?=20

She raised shocked, confused,  disbelieving eyes to Superman. I... dont...=
 understand...?  Hes alive, Lois, Superman replied, his  voice firm, the=
 rigidity of his expression making it plain that this was no  joke. Ive
seen=
 him.  He... I saw him! He was dead! Lois  protested, as if the mere fact
of=
 repetition would make it so. And... and so  did Clark... Perry, Jimmy...=
 the police....  Superman crossed the empty space between  the two=
 love-seats, sitting beside her and taking her hands in his. I know,  Lois.=
 But - you remember Dr Gretchen Kelly?  That crazy scientist who stole his=
 body  and thought she could bring him back to life? Lois asked,
remembering=
 suddenly:  she had followed Kelly down into the crypt of an old church and=
 had been  confronted with her ex-fiances body in a glass casket. She was=
 crazy, wasnt  she?  I thought so, Superman answered slowly.  It seems she=
 knew what she was talking about. She brought him back to  life.  Lex
Luthor=
 was alive! Lois felt as if her  blood was running cold; for her, the only=
 saving grace about that whole affair  last summer had been that Lex was=
 dead. She had been spared the humiliation of  his trial, of being pictured=
 for the months, years even, of its duration as the  woman who almost=
 married the most corrupt businessman in Metropolis - the  award-winning=
 investigative reporter who had been fooled by the mans suave  exterior.  =
 But now he was alive, it would surely not  be long before he was arrested
-=
 in fact, he was probably already in police  custody if Superman had seen=
 him. Superman had no doubt handed him over to the  police personally.  So=
 she still had  to face the trial.  She turned back to Superman, another =
 thought striking her. Its just as well we managed to stop her from =
 transferring your powers that day - and that you destroyed her machine,
she=
  pointed out.  To her surprise, Superman flinched. Lois,  thats the other=
 thing I have to tell you. The bleak, barely controlled tone of  voice he=
 adopted told her that this was even more serious. She listened in  shocked=
 silence as he explained that due to a process which she was barely able
to=
 understand Lex Luthor now possessed the same Super-powers as Superman =
 himself.  My God! she exclaimed slowly, blanching  at the thought. To
think=
 shed only been musing earlier about how appalling it  would have been had=
 anyone more dangerous than William Waldecker obtained  Supermans powers.=
 Lex Luthor was surely the worst possible person to have ended  up with=
 Super-powers; the possibilities almost didnt bear thinking  about.  So...=
 where is he now? she  asked.  He shrugged. I dont know. Lois, it  occurred=
 to me that he might come after you, so I came here straight away to  make=
 sure you were okay. And, Lois, you have to get out of town.  Immediately. =
 Superman was right: Luthor would come  after her, Lois realised. It was=
 entirely consistent with his behaviour. In the  months following the=
 engagement and abortive wedding, she had come to realise  that all she had=
 been to him was a possession - or someone he had wanted to  possess. She=
 had represented a challenge, since she hadnt immediately fallen  under the=
 spell of his charm, hadnt tumbled into his bed. Even during their =
 engagement she'd told him she wanted to wait until they were married
before=
  sleeping with him; while she couldnt imagine that he would come after her
=
 simply because he wanted her body, she was aware that he would see her as =
 unfinished business. And furthermore, although the wedding ceremony had =
 descended into chaos once the police had burst in, she knew he had heard=
 her say  that she couldnt marry him. She had seen the flash of fury in his=
 eyes as hed  seen the prize slipping from his grasp.  She knew enough
about=
 him, from her own  experience and from what shed learned since, that
no-one=
 humiliated Lex Luthor  and got away with it.  So, yes, it was entirely=
 possible that he  would come looking for revenge. So she would have to be=
 on her  guard....  Turning to look at Superman again, she  nodded. Youre=
 right, he will want revenge on me.  He got to his feet, moving away from=
 the  seating area. You need to go and pack - enough for a few days at=
 least. Ill  take you to m... um, the Kents in Smallville - you know,
Clarks=
 parents. I know  they wont mind.  Lois frowned. What was he thinking? Did=
 he  think that she was so weak and feeble that shed just run away? Not
when=
 there  was a story as big as this! Superman, I understand youre trying to=
 help, but I  cant leave. Not now! I have to write this - this is *huge*!=
 Lex Luthor back,  and -    What are you talking about, Lois? he =
 interrupted her, appalled. You cant print this! What was she thinking? he =
 wondered in disbelief. Apart from her own safety, didnt she realise how =
 important it was that this be kept quiet? Why on earth was she thinking of
=
 printing this, when shed understood how necessary it was that other things=
 were  kept out of the press?  Her expression hardened suddenly, her eyes =
 glinting icily at him as she too got to her feet. Superman, you may be my =
 friend, but you do not tell me what I can and cant write!  He sighed; he=
 should have known better  than to imagine that even Superman could try to=
 tell Lois Lane what to do; and  anyway, he was well aware that her
attitude=
 towards the Super-hero had changed  in the last few weeks. Ever since shed=
 discovered that hed withheld  information from her, shed ceased to regard=
 him as being completely flawless,  some sort of plaster saint, but as more=
 human; fallible, although - he guessed -  actually more approachable as a=
 result. Not that he minded that; quite the  contrary, normally. But this=
 was different....   Lois... okay, Im sorry, I know youre a  professional=
 and you have to do your job. But Im *asking* you, as a friend, to  keep=
 this out of the press. Think about it, he added encouragingly. Think what =
 would happen if it became widely known that my powers could be transferred=
 - and  it would, once it became known that Luthors alive, people would go=
 looking for  him and theyd find out he has my powers. We had this=
 conversation a few weeks  ago, remember? Resplendent Man? He wasnt that=
 much of a problem - his heart was  in the right place, even though he=
 thought he could charge people for saving  them. But you know what my=
 powers allow me to do, Lois. Just imagine a master  criminal, or even a=
 petty thief, with Super-powers!  Her expression changed; she inhaled =
 sharply and then gave him a rueful, crooked smile. I dont have to try too =
 hard, Superman. If Lex Luthor has your powers, hell be capable of
anything.=
  Her eyes closed briefly. You have to stop him - find a way of taking them=
 away  again!  I know, Lois, but I have no idea how long  that could take,=
 or even how Im going to do it, he said heavily. Which is why  I need to
get=
 you out of here. You could be in a lot of danger if he decides he  wants=
 you back - at least, I assume you dont want him back? He had to add that =
 final rider, although it hurt him to do so; after all, she had almost=
 married  the man, would have married him had Perry not arrived with the=
 police during the  ceremony.  But she gave him another ferocious glare.
Do=
 you have to rub that in, Superman? Id have thought Clark might have told =
 you that subjects not up for discussion. I made a mistake, okay? That=
 doesnt  mean I want to be reminded of it all the time! She turned away
from=
 him, her  shoulders heaving, and his own shoulders slumped. She was right:=
 he *should*  have known. Not that Lois had ever talked much about Luthor=
 and about her own  feelings concerning the aborted wedding and the fiance=
 who had turned out to be  a criminal. The closest shed come to confiding
in=
 him had been after the  reading of Luthors will, and she hadnt said much=
 then.  Lois, Im sorry, but I had to ask, he  told her quietly.  She turned=
 back, and he could see the  shimmer of tears in her eyes. No, I dont want=
 him back. I thought he was dead  - I wanted him to *stay* dead! After=
 everything he did, all the lies he told,  the way he deceived me.... She=
 shook her head furiously. I have no idea what  interest hed have in me
now,=
 other than revenge because I said I wouldnt marry  him, but I dont want to=
 see him.  <<She said she wouldnt marry him...  huh??> Clark filed that one=
 away for future reference, deciding that it was  more urgent to get Lois=
 safely out of town. Well, if youll come with me you  wont have to. Go on,=
 pack some things.  He saw her swallow and nod, before  marching swiftly=
 towards her bedroom. She paused on the threshold, glancing back  at him.=
 Clarks parents - do they know whats going on?  Clark shook his head. Not=
 yet, but Ill  call them while you pack.  He did, carrying on a bizarre=
 conversation  in which his parents knew full well they were talking to=
 Clark, and yet he had  to speak to them as Superman, a mere acquaintance,=
 and refer to himself in the  third person. He could tell that his parents=
 were worried: they were both well  aware, as was he, that the last time=
 he'd seen Lex Luthor - before the mans  death - hed trapped Superman in a=
 Kryptonite cage with the aim of killing him.  Now, Luthor had=
 Super-powers... and, as Jonathan suggested, given that he wasnt  from=
 Krypton, there was every chance that Kryptonite would have no effect at
all=
  on him.  If Luthor was able to get hold of  Kryptonite again, this time
he=
 would probably succeed in killing Superman. There  was also a strong=
 possibility that, with powers equal to Clark's own, he could  kill
Superman=
 even without Kryptonite.  He hung up after promising his parents  that hed=
 be careful, and waited for Lois. At the same time, though, his brain  was=
 working overtime thinking through everything that Luthor could possibly be
=
 up to at this moment. He knew he should be out there tracking him down,=
 trying  to stop him; but Loiss safety had to come first.  =
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I didn't have that problem.  It came through nicely formatted for me.  =
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Good grief, I've no idea how that happened! Or how you got it as an
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Luthor paused once outside the building, realising that there was no sign
of the great do-gooder in the blue tights in his wake. He wasn=92t going to
look a gift horse in the mouth, however: if the Man of Steel had decided,
for whatever reason, not to pursue him right at that moment, he would take
advantage of the fact. Perhaps - who knew? - the act of transfer had not
simply duplicated Superman=92s powers, but had actually removed them from
Superman and given them entirely to himself, to Lex Luthor? In that case,
the one-time billionaire thought in awed satisfaction, he would be
genuinely unstoppable.

Super-powers. He already knew that he possessed Super-strength, since under
normal circumstances no human would be able to knock over the last son of
Krypton. Then there was Super-speed: he=92d certainly left the room at
something approaching the speed of sound, and it had been incredible seeing
things rush past him in a blur. What about the other powers? He turned and
stared back at the research centre, and a moment or two later the walls
simply dissolved and he was able to see beyond them. A little more
application to his task, and he was suddenly able to see Gretchen and his
former nemesis; Superman was just picking himself up off the floor and was
staring at one of the Tesla coils in puzzlement, as if still trying to work
out what had happened.

<I always knew he wasn=92t as intelligent as he pretended!> Luthor thought
gleefully. Even if Superman still had his powers, he would have a massive
advantage over the Super-hero: sheer brain-power.

He=92d have to go back for Gretchen later, unless she made her own way to
their hideout first. She would be looking for some reward for her services,
and he supposed she deserved something: it had been a very ingenious idea
of hers, and just the sort of thing to appeal to him. Yes, Gretchen would
be rewarded... he was very well aware of the fact that she fancied herself
in love with him, and it wouldn=92t be too much of a hardship to take her
to=

bed. But after; after, he would need to ensure that she could never become
a threat to him. It would be insupportable if, for example, it occurred to
her that others might benefit from the possession of Super-powers - others,
such as herself. So it was unfortunate, of course, but he would have to
deal with her.

Later. Once he'd spent some time getting used to these truly miraculous new
powers he now possessed.

And there was still the most important, the most fascinating power of them
all.

Flying.

Was that possible...?

Luthor frowned. Just how did Superman do it? The man made it look so
effortless; well then, he told himself, it probably *was* effortless. The
man was more brawn than brains, so if he could figure out how to defeat
gravity, then it certainly wasn=92t beyond the wit of the most superior
brai=
n
in the Metropolis business or criminal fraternities.

He concentrated, looking upwards, raising one arm into the air and taking a
slight jump. Nothing.

He broke into a run, wondering whether the principle of airline flying
might be best for his first attempt: build up speed on a =91runway=92 and
th=
en
lift off. But even running a couple of hundred yards along the private road
made no difference to the effect of gravity on his body.

<Fly, damn you! Fly!> he cursed himself, unwilling to believe that this
aspect of Superman=92s powers had failed to be transferred. He heaved a
heav=
y
sigh, visualising again Superman=92s effortless take-offs: the man just
seemed to float off the ground as easily as if he was merely walking. His
body would simply lift into the air, and then he would shift speed and
disappear into the horizon.

<Lift... up, up, up... fly!> he chanted silently to himself, walking slowly
back along the road. Then he looked down...

...and discovered that there was no longer asphalt - or any substance
whatsoever - beneath his feet. He was floating several feet off the ground!

<Okay, keep calm, time to experiment here> he told himself, forcing himself
to breathe evenly. He thought about rising higher, above the buildings, and
increasing the pace of his flight; to his amazement, the thought was
precursor to the fact. Suddenly he was hovering well over the neighbouring
buildings and moving at a pace which would have overtaken many varieties of
feathered flying creatures.

Executing a loop-the-loop from sheer delight at his newly-acquired
abilities, Lex Luthor began to plan the regaining of both his empire and
his once-future wife, free from the interference of either the police or
Superman.

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

>From the interior of the research lab, Clark quickly scanned the outside of
the building with his X-ray vision; Luthor had already vanished from sight.
He would have to try to track him down, which would be no easy task if
Luthor had discovered the power of flight. As he was about to leave in a
burst of Super-speed, he caught sight of Gretchen Kelly in his peripheral
vision; she was, he realised, cautiously edging her way towards the door.
Ignoring Luthor momentarily, in under a second he had caught hold of her,
impeding her progress.

=93Not so fast, Dr Kelly,=94 he drawled. =93Before you go anywhere, perhaps
=
you=92d
like to tell me exactly what those... things are.=94

She looked him up and down, not anything like as intimidated as people
apprehended by the Man of Steel in this manner normally tended to
be. =93Clearly you=92re not very knowledgeable about physics, Superman,=94
s=
he
replied scathingly. =93Those... *things,* as you call them, are Tesla
coils.=
=94
She paused, gave him a supercilious smile, then continued. =93Perhaps
you=92=
d
like me to explain what their function is?=94

Clark shook his head. He should have figured it out for himself: Tesla
coils, invented in the 1890's by Nikola Tesla, and originally intended for
use in the wireless transmission of electricity. As the most effective
means in existence of producing ultra-high voltages, they tended to be used
in special effects a lot - he had seen some demonstrations himself. If
there was such a thing as artificial lightning, Tesla coils came the
closest. And it seemed that they had the same effect on him as real
lightning: anyone he happened to be touching at the time acquired his
powers. And he realised at the same time that there was little point in
destroying them. Tesla coils were not exactly rare; the main thing was to
ensure that no-one else discovered the use to which they could be put.

=93So this was your idea, I=92d bet,=94 he threw back at her. =93You told
Lu=
thor a
transfer was possible.=94

She shrugged. =93What does it matter whose idea it was? Lex has your powers
now. And that machine of mine you used the last time to transfer that weedy
little man=92s powers back to yourself has been destroyed, which means
there=92s nothing you can do about it.=94

<Not if I can help it> Clark thought, glaring at the woman. He paused for a
moment wondering what to do about her. He was tempted to hand her over to
the police - but for what crime? Stealing the body of Lex Luthor? But he
couldn=92t produce the corpse to prove it. Bringing a dead man back to
life?=

Again, how could he prove it? His guess would be that Luthor would stay
well out of sight, since before his suicide jump he=92d been about to be
arrested on very serious charges of bribery, corruption, fraud and possibly
murder. And if he brought Dr Kelly in, he also ran the very real risk of
the fact that his powers could be transferred becoming common knowledge;
that was not something he wanted to contemplate.

So he conceded that he probably had to let Kelly go. Reluctantly, he
released her; fixing her with another hard stare, he remarked,
=93Luthor=92l=
l
never thank you for it. He=92ll exploit you until you have no further use
fo=
r
him, and then he=92ll drop you. If you=92re lucky.=94

She glared at him again. =93I=92ll take my chances, Superman. At least Lex
isn=92t a goody-two-shoes who hasn=92t a clue what to do with a woman!=94

As she turned and walked off, Clark stood as if frozen. Luthor =91knew what
to do with women,=92 he was well aware of that; the man had taken great
delight in flaunting his conquest of one particular woman in front of
Superman=92s eyes some months before. Which could mean that, now that
Luthor=

was alive again, and Super-powered....

Lois could be in danger!

In  a sudden burst of Super-speed, Superman left the building and was
airborne, heading for Lois=92s apartment.

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

It had been quite a productive day after all, Lois thought as she saved her
document and stretched, leaning backwards in her chair. She=92d fallen
aslee=
p
not long after Superman had visited her earlier, but had woken up around
mid-afternoon feeling rested and much better. She=92d considered, and
decide=
d
against, going back to the Planet, instead spending the afternoon working
on her laptop. She had several articles in progress relating to ongoing
investigations and also some op-ed pieces which she tended to work on
whenever she got a free half-hour, and this had presented a good
opportunity to make some progress.

It was getting late, however, the fading light from the window telling her
that it was at least eight o=92clock. Time to get something to eat, she
thought, realising that she was actually very hungry. But as she moved
towards the kitchen she heard a familiar tapping at her window. But.... She
frowned. What was Superman doing back again?

Changing direction to go and let him in, she smiled. Clearly he=92d been
concerned about her and he wanted to check that she was all right. He
really was very thoughtful, she considered as she pushed up the casement.

He brushed past her, and immediately she knew that whatever he wanted, it
wasn't just to check on her state of health. His expression was strained,
and he was clearly anxious about something.

=93Superman? What is it?=94 she asked quickly. =93Has something
happened?=94=

He nodded. =93Can we sit down? This is important, and... well, it might
come=

as a shock to you.=94

Now frowning, she took a seat on one of the love-seats, noting absently
that Superman took the couch opposite instead of joining her. He really was
making sure that she got the message that there could be nothing more
between them other than friendship.

=93So what=92s happened?=94 she asked again.

He sighed heavily; the action seemed somehow familiar to her, though she
couldn=92t work out why. She couldn=92t remember seeing Superman sigh like
t=
hat
before, and yet.... But she shrugged that aside and waited.

=93Lois, I have some... news for you,=94 he said slowly. =93And I don=92t
kn=
ow how
you=92re going to take this....=94 He paused, seemed to gather his resolve,
=
and
then spoke again, his voice sounding strained. =93Lex Luthor is alive,
Lois.=
=94

She couldn=92t have heard him correctly. =93Superman... did you really say
t=
hat
*Lex Luthor* is...? But he=92s dead, he fell - or jumped, or whatever, he
landed on the street in front of me, he died instantaneously....=94 The
horror of those few seconds outside LexCorp flooded back into her mind, and
she shuddered. It had been bad enough having second - and third and fourth
-=

 thoughts before the wedding, and then managing to tell the Archbishop (and
Lex) that she couldn=92t marry him after all, but then when the police had
burst in with warrants for her fiance=92s arrest she=92d felt so... so
*humiliated*! It had been such a relief to find Clark outside, hurrying up
to her, offering her the shelter of his arms...

...and then there had been shouts, angry cries, the sound of her fiance=92s
voice from far above, and then further cries followed by a sickening thud.
Clark had pulled her more tightly against him, turning her head into his
shoulder and turning to block her view of Lex Luthor=92s broken body lying
o=
n
the asphalt.

He had been killed - suicide - so how could he be alive?

She raised shocked, confused, disbelieving eyes to Superman. =93I...
don=92t=
...
understand...?=94

=93He=92s alive, Lois,=94 Superman replied, his voice firm, the rigidity of
=
his
expression making it plain that this was no joke. =93I=92ve seen him.=94

=93He... I saw him! He was dead!=94 Lois protested, as if the mere fact of
repetition would make it so. =93And... and so did Clark... Perry, Jimmy...
the police....=94

Superman crossed the empty space between the two love-seats, sitting beside
her and taking her hands in his. =93I know, Lois. But - you remember Dr
Gretchen Kelly?=94

=93That crazy scientist who stole his body and thought she could bring him
back to life?=94 Lois asked, remembering suddenly: she had followed Kelly
down into the crypt of an old church and had been confronted with her ex-
fiance=92s body in a glass casket. =93She was crazy, wasn=92t she?=94

=93I thought so,=94 Superman answered slowly. =93It seems she knew what she
=
was
talking about. She brought him back to life.=94

Lex Luthor was alive! Lois felt as if her blood was running cold; for her,
the only saving grace about that whole affair last summer had been that Lex
was dead. She had been spared the humiliation of his trial, of being
pictured for the months, years even, of its duration as the woman who
almost married the most corrupt businessman in Metropolis - the award-
winning investigative reporter who had been fooled by the man=92s suave
exterior.

But now he was alive, it would surely not be long before he was arrested -
in fact, he was probably already in police custody if Superman had seen
him. Superman had no doubt handed him over to the police personally.  So
she still had to face the trial.

She turned back to Superman, another thought striking her. =93It=92s just
as=

well we managed to stop her from transferring your powers that day - and
that you destroyed her machine,=94 she pointed out.

To her surprise, Superman flinched. =93Lois, that=92s the other thing I
have=
 to
tell you.=94 The bleak, barely controlled tone of voice he adopted told her
that this was even more serious. She listened in shocked silence as he
explained that due to a process which she was barely able to understand Lex
Luthor now possessed the same Super-powers as Superman himself.

=93My God!=94 she exclaimed slowly, blanching at the thought. To think
she=92=
d
only been musing earlier about how appalling it would have been had anyone
more dangerous than William Waldecker obtained Superman=92s powers. Lex
Luthor was surely the worst possible person to have ended up with Super-
powers; the possibilities almost didn=92t bear thinking about.

=93So... where is he now?=94 she asked.

He shrugged. =93I don=92t know. Lois, it occurred to me that he might come
after you, so I came here straight away to make sure you were okay. And,
Lois, you have to get out of town. Immediately.=94

Superman was right: Luthor would come after her, Lois realised. It was
entirely consistent with his behaviour. In the months following the
engagement and abortive wedding, she had come to realise that all she had
been to him was a possession - or someone he had wanted to possess. She had
represented a challenge, since she hadn=92t immediately fallen under the
spell of his charm, hadn=92t tumbled into his bed. Even during their
engagement she'd told him she wanted to wait until they were married before
sleeping with him; while she couldn=92t imagine that he would come after
her=

simply because he wanted her body, she was aware that he would see her as
unfinished business. And furthermore, although the wedding ceremony had
descended into chaos once the police had burst in, she knew he had heard
her say that she couldn=92t marry him. She had seen the flash of fury in
his=

eyes as he=92d seen the prize slipping from his grasp.

She knew enough about him, from her own experience and from what she=92d
learned since, that no-one humiliated Lex Luthor and got away with it.

So, yes, it was entirely possible that he would come looking for revenge.
So she would have to be on her guard....

Turning to look at Superman again, she nodded. =93You=92re right, he will
wa=
nt
revenge on me.=94

He got to his feet, moving away from the seating area. =93You need to go
and=

pack - enough for a few days at least. I=92ll take you to m... um, the
Kents=

in Smallville - you know, Clark=92s parents. I know they won=92t mind.=94

Lois frowned. What was he thinking? Did he think that she was so weak and
feeble that she=92d just run away? Not when there was a story as big as
this! =93Superman, I understand you=92re trying to help, but I can=92t
leave=
. Not
now! I have to write this - this is *huge*! Lex Luthor back, and - =94

 =93What are you talking about, Lois?=94 he interrupted her, appalled.
=93Yo=
u
can=92t print this!=94 What was she thinking? he wondered in disbelief.
Apar=
t
from her own safety, didn=92t she realise how important it was that this be
kept quiet? Why on earth was she thinking of printing this, when she=92d
understood how necessary it was that other things were kept out of the
press?

Her expression hardened suddenly, her eyes glinting icily at him as she too
got to her feet. =93Superman, you may be my friend, but you do not tell me
what I can and can=92t write!=94

He sighed; he should have known better than to imagine that even Superman
could try to tell Lois Lane what to do; and anyway, he was well aware that
her attitude towards the Super-hero had changed in the last few weeks. Ever
since she=92d discovered that he=92d withheld information from her, she=92d
ceased to regard him as being completely flawless, some sort of plaster
saint, but as more human; fallible, although - he guessed - actually more
approachable as a result. Not that he minded that; quite the contrary,
normally. But this was different....

=93Lois... okay, I=92m sorry, I know you=92re a professional and you have
to=
 do
your job. But I=92m *asking* you, as a friend, to keep this out of the
press=
.
Think about it,=94 he added encouragingly. =93Think what would happen if it
became widely known that my powers could be transferred - and it would,
once it became known that Luthor=92s alive, people would go looking for him
and they=92d find out he has my powers. We had this conversation a few
weeks=

ago, remember? Resplendent Man? He wasn=92t that much of a problem - his
heart was in the right place, even though he thought he could charge people
for saving them. But you know what my powers allow me to do, Lois. Just
imagine a master criminal, or even a petty thief, with Super-powers!=94

Her expression changed; she inhaled sharply and then gave him a rueful,
crooked smile. =93I don=92t have to try too hard, Superman. If Lex Luthor
ha=
s
your powers, he=92ll be capable of anything.=94 Her eyes closed briefly.
=93=
You
have to stop him - find a way of taking them away again!=94

=93I know, Lois, but I have no idea how long that could take, or even how
I=92=
m
going to do it,=94 he said heavily. =93Which is why I need to get you out
of=

here. You could be in a lot of danger if he decides he wants you back - at
least, I assume you don=92t want him back?=94 He had to add that final
rider=
,
although it hurt him to do so; after all, she had almost married the man,
would have married him had Perry not arrived with the police during the
ceremony.

But she gave him another ferocious glare. =93Do you have to rub that in,
Superman? I=92d have thought Clark might have told you that subject=92s not
=
up
for discussion. I made a mistake, okay? That doesn=92t mean I want to be
reminded of it all the time!=94 She turned away from him, her shoulders
heaving, and his own shoulders slumped. She was right: he *should* have
known. Not that Lois had ever talked much about Luthor and about her own
feelings concerning the aborted wedding and the fiance who had turned out
to be a criminal. The closest she=92d come to confiding in him had been
afte=
r
the reading of Luthor=92s will, and she hadn=92t said much then.

=93Lois, I=92m sorry, but I had to ask,=94 he told her quietly.

She turned back, and he could see the shimmer of tears in her eyes. =93No,
I=

don=92t want him back. I thought he was dead - I wanted him to *stay* dead!
After everything he did, all the lies he told, the way he deceived
me....=94=

She shook her head furiously. =93I have no idea what interest he=92d have
in=
 me
now, other than revenge because I said I wouldn=92t marry him, but I
don=92t=

want to see him.=94

<She said she wouldn=92t marry him... huh??> Clark filed that one away for
future reference, deciding that it was more urgent to get Lois safely out
of town. =93Well, if you=92ll come with me you won=92t have to. Go on, pack
=
some
things.=94

He saw her swallow and nod, before marching swiftly towards her bedroom.
She paused on the threshold, glancing back at him. =93Clark=92s parents -
do=

they know what=92s going on?=94

Clark shook his head. =93Not yet, but I=92ll call them while you pack.=94

He did, carrying on a bizarre conversation in which his parents knew full
well they were talking to Clark, and yet he had to speak to them as
Superman, a mere acquaintance, and refer to himself in the third person. He
could tell that his parents were worried: they were both well aware, as was
he, that the last time he'd seen Lex Luthor - before the man=92s death -
he=92=
d
trapped Superman in a Kryptonite cage with the aim of killing him. Now,
Luthor had Super-powers... and, as Jonathan suggested, given that he
wasn=92=
t
from Krypton, there was every chance that Kryptonite would have no effect
at all on him.

If Luthor was able to get hold of Kryptonite again, this time he would
probably succeed in killing Superman. There was also a strong possibility
that, with powers equal to Clark's own, he could kill Superman even without
Kryptonite.

He hung up after promising his parents that he=92d be careful, and waited
fo=
r
Lois. At the same time, though, his brain was working overtime thinking
through everything that Luthor could possibly be up to at this moment. He
knew he should be out there tracking him down, trying to stop him; but
Lois=92s safety had to come first.

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Sorry all I know I'm a real pain, but I just installed a knew modem and lost
most of my e-mails in the process. This will hopefully be the last time I
have to ask for paarts 1-11 of Threads. Again I am sorry but my computer is
very tempramental and hates me:) Thanks again.
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1. Forever Young - The German LNC Fanfiction Team
2. Between Floors 7 and 8 - Jessi Mounts (bit of a trick question ;)
3. Revenge of UltraWoman - UltraWoman Lane
4. Curtain Twitchers - Wendy Richards
5. Life In A Different World (part two or part three apparently <G>) -
Mobile Richard.

Wendy is our winner with 40 points. Elena gets 30, Audrey 20 and Jessi and
Hazel get 20 and 10 points respectively, with an extra 5 points each for
getting Wendy and the plot of CT, if not the title. <G>

LabRat :)
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Subject:      NEW: John and Lois and Clark and Joan (12/?)

(John and Lois and Clark and Joan, Part 12)

Mrs. Platt and her daughter's visit had left Clark more determined than
ever.  He had promised them that he and Lois would do whatever they could to
get to the bottom of this.  The thought that Mrs. Platt would live the rest
of her life without her husband, and Amy without her father, saddened him
greatly.  He sighed as he sat down at his desk.

Clark had also been relieved to find out that Mrs. Platt had not left her
husband, and that Dr. Platt in fact had sent them away for their protection.
 To be truthful, Clark could not understand why married couples could fall
out of love, get separated, or get divorced.  How was it that 50% of all
marriages ended in divorce?  Marriage was a lifetime commitment of two
people, in good times *and* in bad, in sickness *and* in health, as long as
they *both* should live.  In this regard Clark agreed with the Catholic
Church, which did not recognize divorce.

Clark's thoughts wondered to his adoptive parents.  They had been through a
lot in over 31 years of marriage.  Whether it was their own parents'
reluctance for them to get married (because of his father's profession), the
years of excellent crops, the years of bad crops, his mom's infertility, or
his growing up with unusual powers, Jonathan and Martha Kent had endured it
all.  In Clark's eyes, *this* was the perfect marriage, with all the
problems, with all the arguments, and with all the misunderstandings.  Clark
above all else wanted to have a relationship like his parents'.  He knew
that marriage takes work on both sides, and if he should get married, he
would do what it took to keep the love strong.

The ringing of his phone woke him from his reverie.  Clark shook his head;
how was it that he had been daydreaming so much at work?  He picked up the
phone.

"Clark Kent."  Only the sound of the dial tone greeted him.

Clark frowned as he put down the receiver.  This had been the fourth time
that there was no answer when he had answered the phone.  He couldn't say
that he had ever received a prank call, even when he had been in Paris, but
since his arrival at the Daily Planet, he had started getting them.

He looked up from his desk and found that Lois was watching him intently.
"You too?" she asked him simply from her desk.

"Yeah.  That was my fourth.  I answer, and I get the dial tone.  This been
happening to you too?"

Lois nodded.  "I've gotten five the past couple of days *alone*, and all of
them on this phone."

Clark raised his eyebrows.  "I take it that this is unusual, even for
Metropolis.  Anyone else complaining about them?"

"Not that I know of," Lois replied.  "Weird, huh?"

Clark frowned.  "Do you think someone wants us to stop..."

"... stop investigating the Messenger explosion?" Lois finished,
incredulous.  "This person, whoever it is, is doing a bad job threatening us
then!  Usually someone would send death threats, trash our apartments, or
even shoot someone, whether it's us or someone close."

Clark was flabbergasted.  Had Lois been subjected to all of that before?
"Speaking from previous experience?" he asked quietly.

"Well, when you've been an investigative reporter as long as I have, you
make a few enemies, and you'll find people who'll want to stop you from
finding the truth," Lois shrugged, looking as if it didn't bother her at
all.

Clark was amazed at Lois' attitude.  If he didn't have his powers, he knew
that he would be scared.  He wouldn't let the threats affect his job, but he
would be scared nonetheless.  Lois couldn't be completely unaffected by all
of this, could she?  Or was she one of those people who hid her feelings
well?  It had been only three days since Clark started working with her, but
he had a feeling that she was one of those people.

"So if it wasn't someone threatening us," Clark stated, "who could it be?  A
nervous snitch?"

Lois dismissed the notion.  "Probably some prank by some kids, calling us at
random."  Then it was Lois' turn for her phone to ring.

Both Lois and Clark looked at her phone, and then at each other.  The phone
rang again.  With a long, drawn out sigh, Lois picked up the phone.  "Lois
Lane."

This time, however, it was someone who wanted to talk to her.  "Yes, hello!"
Lois exclaimed.  Darting her eyes around her desk, she searched for her
organizer.  "Are you saying that say he's available?"

Seeing that the call wasn't a prank, Clark got up and headed for the
elevators.  There was more research that he wanted to do for the Messenger
story.

* * * * * * * *

Lois couldn't believe what she had just heard.  "Dinner tonight?" she asked.

"That is correct, Ms. Lane," the voice on the phone answered.  "Mr. Luthor
would like you to join him for dinner this evening."

Her mind raced.  She had wanted to have dinner with John tonight, to tell
him that she had kissed Clark.  It was important that John hear this from
her first hand and not from someone else.  But this was Lex Luthor we're
talking about here!  This was her ultimate goal, to procure a one-on-one
interview with the third richest man in the world.  The story of a lifetime!
 And now she had her chance.

The talk with John could wait a day, couldn't it?  After all, both Lois and
John had to take rain checks for dinner plans a few times each in the past
three months that they have been dating.  This was not a surprise for two
people with demanding jobs.  John would understand, as always, right?
Besides, this was business.

In her most confident voice, Lois said, "Yes, I can meet with Mr. Luthor
this evening...  You say someone will pick me up at 6:30?  All right.  Let
me give you my address..."  Slowly and deliberately Lois recited her
address, almost as if she was afraid the interview would be called off if
she botched it on the phone.  "Yes, thank you.  Have a nice day too."
Calmly she replaced the receiver, and then let out a yell and shook her
fist.  "Yessssssss!!!!!!!!"

The other reporters in the newsroom merely shook their heads or smirked at
Lois' outburst.  Since Lois had been working at the Planet for four years,
the other reporters were used to her sudden outbursts and didn't let it
affect them.

* * * * * * * *

It wasn't until later in the day when Jimmy returned from S.T.A.R. Labs.
Immediately Lois jumped up, and motioned Clark, who was working at his desk,
towards the conference room.  Then she all but dragged Jimmy there and
closed the door.

By the expression on Jimmy's face, he had good news.

"So I gave STAR Labs Dr. Platt's report," he explained.  "They recreated the
launch in a hologram, it was really smooth.  Anyway, they concluded that
Platt's theory was right on, it was deliberate sabotage, and the transport
explosion was no accident.  Congrats!"

Yes!  All was right in the world!  Lois playfully punched Jimmy in the arm.
 Jimmy laughed, and ducked, before exiting the conference room.  Lois turned
to Clark, wearing a grin that said, 'Victory.'  "He was right!  Platt was
*right*!" she cried happily.

There was nothing for Clark to do but be enthusiastic about it as well.
Lois' enthusiasm could be quite contagious.  "Now we can write the story,"
Clark suggested.

'We?  There is no 'we,' Lois, is there?'   Too excited to ponder over
Clark's last remark, Lois said instead, "I can write the story."

Clark stopped himself from rolling his eyes.  Wasn't this the same woman who
had admitted to him last night that she couldn't have done this story alone?
 To Lois he insisted, "With my help."

"With your help," she agreed.  "And if we can convince people there was
sabotage, and who was behind it..."

"... we can stop them," Clark grinned.  And Dr. Platt's death would not have
been in vain.  Neither would the deaths of the crew of the Messenger space
shuttle.

With a cry of "Oh God!" Lois threw her arms around Clark and gave him a hug.
 At first Clark was a little bit startled, but he recovered quickly and
began to enjoy once again the feeling of Lois in his arms.

Lois in turn realized suddenly what she had just done, but she couldn't help
herself.  She was just hugging a coworker, for goodness sake!  'Yet it felt
good,' she thought.  'It felt right.'  Oh no, what was she thinking, hugging
Clark?  Quickly she stepped out of Clark's embrace, trying to regain her
equilibrium.

"Why don't we have dinner?" Clark suggested.  Internally, he frowned.  Why
did he say that all of the sudden?  In fact, Clark realized, he had said the
oddest things, suggested the oddest things, ever since he had met Lois three
days ago.

'Yes, oh yes!' she wanted to say.  Instead, she sidestepped, "Oh, I don't
know."  Was having dinner with Clark a good idea right now?

"We should celebrate," Clark pointed out.

"Okay, dinner," she assented.  Just liked the evening at Lex Luthor's ball,
this wasn't a date.  This was just a celebration dinner between to
coworkers...  Hold it.  Lex Luthor?  Lois wanted to slap her forehead.
Since when did she start forgetting things?  "Oh, wait a second, what am I
talking about?  I can't, I have plans tonight."

Clark wanted to tan his own hide.  Of course, what was he thinking?  Lois
probably had plans with John tonight.  'Good move, Kent,' he thought
grumpily.  On top of that, he had plans tonight, with Joan.  Where he was
going to make her a heck of a dinner.  Where he was going to tell her that
they couldn't see each other anymore.  How could he have been so
insensitive?  "I'm sorry, Lois, I forgot.  You're probably going to be with
John tonight.  He's coming back today from his grandmother's funeral, isn't
he?"

"He should be back by now," Lois replied, "but actually, I'm having dinner
with Lex Luthor tonight."

"Luthor?" Clark blurted out.  This was certainly a surprise to him.

"Yeah," she said simply, and opened the door of the conference room to
leave.

Clark put his hand on her shoulder to stop her momentarily.  "But what about
John?" he asked.

'Would you take your hand off my shoulder please?' Lois wanted to ask.  'It
feels too nice.'  "What about him?" she returned.  "This isn't a date.  As I
told you before, this is business."  Suddenly Lois felt a little
claustrophobic.  She needed to get away from Clark now.  Otherwise, who
knows what would happen if she stayed?  She started for her desk, intent on
leaving the newsroom.  It was quitting time, anyway.

Once Lois reached her desk she mumbled to herself, "Besides, I've already
cheated on John once by kissing you."  She got her things together.  Looking
up, she saw Clark, still standing in the conference room, staring at her
with a hurtful look in his eyes.  'He couldn't have heard that, could he?'
she thought.  'But that's not possible...'  Shaking her head, Lois made her
way up the ramps to the elevators.

* * * * * * * *

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Help!  :-)  I need Superman to get called away for a disaster on 4th of
July.  It needs to be a long, tedious, emotionally-draining type.  I'm
thinking natural disaster, but I need to get details right.

If possible, I'd like an avalanche, which would therefore need to be
Southern Hemisphere.  Soo....does anyone know if Argentina (or thereabouts)
gets avalanches?  Also, what would the timezone be there?  (In relation to
Kansas).  And (I know, I know, I ask too many questions) what is a typical
cause of an avalanche?

If anyone knows the answers to these questions, or has a better idea, let me
know on the list or e-mail -- jextra42@hotmail.com

Thanks!

Bethy
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In a message dated 5/19/00 10:05:51 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
jextra42@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< If possible, I'd like an avalanche, which would therefore need to be
 Southern Hemisphere.  Soo....does anyone know if Argentina (or thereabouts)
 gets avalanches?  Also, what would the timezone be there?  (In relation to
 Kansas).  And (I know, I know, I ask too many questions) what is a typical
 cause of an avalanche? >>

Well, to have an avalanche it takes snow, mountains and something to set it
off --- frequently a loud noise or some other disturbance where there is
unstable snow.  In the Alps, for example, avalanches are often set off when
there has been really heavy snowfall and skiers go off the prepared trails,
disturbing unsettled snow.  I am not sure that Argentina has the right kind
of terrain for it.  Chile would in the Andes, though.  Can't help you on the
time zone.

Ann
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How about something like the OKC bombing? (that's where I live, so I don't
think it would be in bad taste).  I mean, there was a daycare center, many
people died, and the rescue of the survivors was slow and cautious because
of
the structure of the bombed building.

SuperLorie
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Also, the retrieving of the bodies was even slower, and the rescue effort
was
hampered somewhat by the weather we got that week.

SuperLorie
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I asked my Chilean housemate, and she said the only place in South America
that would have an avalanche would be the very south of Chile, near the
antartic, and that they are in the same time zone as the east coast- EST

-Dia
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You could use a big rock slide instead.  Or maybe a mud slide.  Those happen
anywhere there are mountains.

Nan

Diyan wrote:

> I asked my Chilean housemate, and she said the only place in South America
> that would have an avalanche would be the very south of Chile, near the
> antartic, and that they are in the same time zone as the east coast- EST
>
> -Dia
> zimri@hotmail.com
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Calling all scientific type FoLC's!  I need a good description of =
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Never mind.  I've found a good short explanation for it :)

Thanks, anyways!

Tara
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At 02:05 AM 05/20/2000 +0000, you wrote:
>Help!  :-)  I need Superman to get called away for a disaster on 4th of
>July.  It needs to be a long, tedious, emotionally-draining type.  I'm
>thinking natural disaster, but I need to get details right.
>
>If possible, I'd like an avalanche, which would therefore need to be
>Southern Hemisphere.  Soo....does anyone know if Argentina (or thereabouts)
>gets avalanches?  Also, what would the timezone be there?  (In relation to
>Kansas).  And (I know, I know, I ask too many questions) what is a typical
>cause of an avalanche?

Fire cracker factory built precariously (after numerous officials were
bribed)
upon a glacier in the Andes explodes due to shoddy parts from asia and the
resulting lahar (I think it's spelled; it's a mudslide due to a volcano
melting
snow cover) threatens many impoverished Andian villages, in one of which
resides a Man With A Secret and a Brainy Burro.  Lois investigates, Jimmy
tags
along, and Clark... has a date with his dental hygenist so can't go.
Superman
has one heck of a time rescuing the thousands of people, finding Lois, and
figuring out The Mystery.

Peru, which is more mountainous, volcano-ous and earthquake-ous than
Argentina,
which is full of pampas and cattle, is on US Eastern time according to a map
I
have (Kansas is in Central time).  Typical causes of avalanches are snow
that
is unstablized due to anything from a bird sneezing to a volcano rumbling.

>If anyone knows the answers to these questions, or has a better idea, let
me
>know on the list or e-mail -- jextra42@hotmail.com
>
>Thanks!
>
>Bethy

Think nothing of it.

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
Who this morning saw the intrepid Lois Lane,
despite receiving plenty of warnings,
rush into a mine to save a trapped miner.
She was promptly trapped, too.
Finally Clark Kent realized what was happened
and fortunately was able to contact Superman,
who saved the day.

Also, I pretended not to see the little string
tugging the burning piece of paper into the natural
gas filled hole near the mine shaft. I think Lex Luthor
may have been doing the tugging...

TVLand, 5am Mtn time, Saturday & Sunday
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Tara,
    I'ts been a long time since I've done anything with anti-matter (with or
without the hyphen - I've seen it both ways in text books) but here goes.
    The best description of anti-matter would probably be that it acts like
a mirror image of matter.  The electrons(positrons) have positive charge,
the protons (anti-protons) are negatively charged, and the anti-neutrons are
still uncharged.  In electric and magnetic fields they move in the opposite
direction to the normal particle. Otherwise they have very similar behavior.
When a positron and an electron come into contact, they annihilate each
other - giving off two high energy photons.  The same thing happens with the
other anti/normal matter interactions.  People have tried to create
anti-hydrogen (a positron around an anti-proton), but haven't succeeded yet
in making it last long enough to measure it, as far as I know.  There is an
exotic "atom" known as positronium which consists of an electron and a
positron orbiting each other, but it is fairly unstable but lasts for a
matter of (if I remember correctly) seconds.
    Mathematically, anti-matter is often treated as though it is normal
matter moving backward in time.  I don't know if that has any bearing on
reality, but the numbers do work, and it is a convenient way to think about
it (which is all many high energy physicist worry about).   Since it's been
about ten years since my elementary particles course in grad school, I'd
have to pull out my books for more detail.  We atomic physicists don't do
much with anti-matter as a rule, other than working out the spectra of
positronium and such.  The theory is that anti-hydrogen would have the same
spectrum as  normal hydrogen, but it hasn't been tested.
    As far as the Star Trek usage -- They use the anti-matter to react with
normal matter.  This destroys both and releases a huge amount of energy (the
old E=mc^2 thing). One half kilogram of antimatter destroying one half
kilogram of regular matter would release enough energy to take a little over
30 million metric tons of ice at the freezing point to steam at the boiling
point (you may want to double check- I have been known to drop a decimal
point occasionaly). They feed this energy into their warp core and amplify
the effects with Dilithium crystals (don't you just loooove technobabble).
In real life, it would be possible (at least in theory) to get large
quantities of clean energy from matter/anti-matter interaction if we could
just get a decent quantity of anti-matter in a stable form to work with.
The energy would be clean in the sense that it wouldn't leave a bunch of
radioactive by-products laying around, but you wouldn't want to get up close
and personal with the gamma radiation generated during the reaction without
lots of shielding.
    This is probably more than you wanted to know, so I'll shut up now.  If
you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.  BTW  I'm enjoying your
story, and looking forward to the next episode.

Frank Ward   (mild-mannered atomic physicist disguised as a computer
scientist)
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  Calling all scientific type FoLC's!  I need a good description of
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  Tara

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<DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
class=3D150100002-21052000>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I'ts been a long time =
since I've=20
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ways in text books) but here goes.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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matter.&nbsp; The electrons(positrons)&nbsp;have =
positive&nbsp;charge,&nbsp; the=20
protons (anti-protons) are negatively charged, and the anti-neutrons are =
still=20
uncharged.&nbsp; In electric and magnetic fields they move in the =
opposite=20
direction to the normal particle. Otherwise they have very similar=20
behavior.&nbsp; When a positron and an electron come into contact, they=20
annihilate each other - giving off two high energy =
photons.&nbsp;&nbsp;The same=20
thing happens with the other anti/normal matter =
interactions.&nbsp;&nbsp;People=20
have tried to create anti-hydrogen (a positron around an anti-proton), =
but=20
haven't succeeded yet in making it last long enough to measure it, as =
far as I=20
know.&nbsp;&nbsp;There is an exotic "atom" known as positronium which =
consists=20
of an electron and a positron orbiting each other, but it is fairly =
unstable but=20
lasts for a matter of (if I remember correctly) =
seconds.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
class=3D150100002-21052000>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mathematically, =
anti-matter is often=20
treated as though it is normal matter moving backward in time.&nbsp; I =
don't=20
know if that has any bearing on reality, but the numbers do work, and it =
is a=20
convenient way to think about it (which is all many high energy =
physicist worry=20
about).&nbsp;&nbsp; Since it's been about ten years since my elementary=20
particles course in grad school, I'd have to pull out my books for more=20
detail.&nbsp; We atomic physicists don't do much with anti-matter as a =
rule,=20
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theory is=20
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hydrogen, but it=20
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<DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
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usage --=20
They use the anti-matter to react with normal matter.&nbsp; This =
destroys both=20
and releases a huge amount of energy (the old E=3Dmc^2 thing).&nbsp;One=20
half&nbsp;kilogram of&nbsp;antimatter destroying&nbsp;one half kilogram =
of=20
regular matter would release enough energy to take a little over 30 =
million=20
metric tons of ice at&nbsp;the freezing point to steam at the boiling =
point (you=20
may want to double check- I have been known to drop a decimal point=20
occasionaly). They feed this energy into their warp core and amplify the =
effects=20
with Dilithium crystals (don't you just loooove technobabble).&nbsp; In =
real=20
life, it would be possible (at least in theory) to get large quantities =
of clean=20
energy from matter/anti-matter interaction if we could just get a decent =

quantity of anti-matter in a stable form to work with.&nbsp; The energy =
would be=20
clean in the sense that it wouldn't leave a bunch of radioactive =
by-products=20
laying around, but you wouldn't want to get up close and personal with =
the gamma=20
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shielding.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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forward to=20
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  [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]<B>On Behalf Of</B>=20
  StarKitty<BR><B>Sent:</B> Saturday, May 20, 2000 4:37 PM<BR><B>To:</B> =

  LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU<BR><B>Subject:</B> Question for =

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  <DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Calling all scientific type =
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Thanks for responding!  It was actually a little more than I needed for =
the story, but I always like knowing a little of the science behind =
these things :)

One more small question--with a matter/anti-matter explosion, you get =
200% destruction, right? (I seem to recall hearing that somewhere)  So =
I'd only need a small amount to create the kind of explosion that I had =
happen earlier in the story, right?  Thanks :)

Tara (glad you're enjoying the story! :)
  ----- Original Message -----=20
  From: Rita Ward=20
  To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU=20
  Sent: Saturday, May 20, 2000 7:55 PM
  Subject: Re: Question for Threads

  Tara,
      I'ts been a long time since I've done anything with anti-matter =
(with or without the hyphen - I've seen it both ways in text books) but =
here goes.
      The best description of anti-matter would probably be that it acts =
like a mirror image of matter.  The electrons(positrons) have positive =
charge,  the protons (anti-protons) are negatively charged, and the =
anti-neutrons are still uncharged.  In electric and magnetic fields they =
move in the opposite direction to the normal particle. Otherwise they =
have very similar behavior.  When a positron and an electron come into =
contact, they annihilate each other - giving off two high energy =
photons.  The same thing happens with the other anti/normal matter =
interactions.  People have tried to create anti-hydrogen (a positron =
around an anti-proton), but haven't succeeded yet in making it last long =
enough to measure it, as far as I know.  There is an exotic "atom" known =
as positronium which consists of an electron and a positron orbiting =
each other, but it is fairly unstable but lasts for a matter of (if I =
remember correctly) seconds.
      Mathematically, anti-matter is often treated as though it is =
normal matter moving backward in time.  I don't know if that has any =
bearing on reality, but the numbers do work, and it is a convenient way =
to think about it (which is all many high energy physicist worry about). =
  Since it's been about ten years since my elementary particles course =
in grad school, I'd have to pull out my books for more detail.  We =
atomic physicists don't do much with anti-matter as a rule, other than =
working out the spectra of positronium and such.  The theory is that =
anti-hydrogen would have the same spectrum as  normal hydrogen, but it =
hasn't been tested.
      As far as the Star Trek usage -- They use the anti-matter to react =
with normal matter.  This destroys both and releases a huge amount of =
energy (the old E=3Dmc^2 thing). One half kilogram of antimatter =
destroying one half kilogram of regular matter would release enough =
energy to take a little over 30 million metric tons of ice at the =
freezing point to steam at the boiling point (you may want to double =
check- I have been known to drop a decimal point occasionaly). They feed =
this energy into their warp core and amplify the effects with Dilithium =
crystals (don't you just loooove technobabble).  In real life, it would =
be possible (at least in theory) to get large quantities of clean energy =
from matter/anti-matter interaction if we could just get a decent =
quantity of anti-matter in a stable form to work with.  The energy would =
be clean in the sense that it wouldn't leave a bunch of radioactive =
by-products laying around, but you wouldn't want to get up close and =
personal with the gamma radiation generated during the reaction without =
lots of shielding.
      This is probably more than you wanted to know, so I'll shut up =
now.  If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.  BTW  I'm =
enjoying your story, and looking forward to the next episode.
  =20
  Frank Ward   (mild-mannered atomic physicist disguised as a computer =
scientist)
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    From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic =
[mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of StarKitty
    Sent: Saturday, May 20, 2000 4:37 PM
    To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
    Subject: Question for Threads

    Calling all scientific type FoLC's!  I need a good description of =
antimatter for the layman!  (As soon as I have this, I should be able to =
post part 13!  After I get Nan to beta-read it for me, of course :)

    Tara

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<DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Tara (glad you're enjoying the story!=20
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  <DIV style=3D"FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A=20
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Threads</DIV>
  <DIV><BR></DIV>
  <DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
  class=3D150100002-21052000>Tara,</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
  <DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
  class=3D150100002-21052000>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I'ts been a long time =
since I've=20
  done anything with anti-matter (with or without the hyphen - I've seen =
it both=20
  ways in text books) but here goes.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
  <DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
  class=3D150100002-21052000>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</SPAN></FONT><FONT =

  color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN =
class=3D150100002-21052000>The best=20
  description of anti-matter would probably be that it acts like a =
mirror image=20
  of matter.&nbsp; The electrons(positrons)&nbsp;have=20
  positive&nbsp;charge,&nbsp; the protons (anti-protons) are negatively =
charged,=20
  and the anti-neutrons are still uncharged.&nbsp; In electric and =
magnetic=20
  fields they move in the opposite direction to the normal particle. =
Otherwise=20
  they have very similar behavior.&nbsp; When a positron and an electron =
come=20
  into contact, they annihilate each other - giving off two high energy=20
  photons.&nbsp;&nbsp;The same thing happens with the other anti/normal =
matter=20
  interactions.&nbsp;&nbsp;People have tried to create anti-hydrogen (a =
positron=20
  around an anti-proton), but haven't succeeded yet in making it last =
long=20
  enough to measure it, as far as I know.&nbsp;&nbsp;There is an exotic =
"atom"=20
  known as positronium which consists of an electron and a positron =
orbiting=20
  each other, but it is fairly unstable but lasts for a matter of (if I =
remember=20
  correctly) seconds.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
  <DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
  class=3D150100002-21052000>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Mathematically, =
anti-matter is=20
  often treated as though it is normal matter moving backward in =
time.&nbsp; I=20
  don't know if that has any bearing on reality, but the numbers do =
work, and it=20
  is a convenient way to think about it (which is all many high energy =
physicist=20
  worry about).&nbsp;&nbsp; Since it's been about ten years since my =
elementary=20
  particles course in grad school, I'd have to pull out my books for =
more=20
  detail.&nbsp; We atomic physicists don't do much with anti-matter as a =
rule,=20
  other than working out the spectra of positronium and such.&nbsp; The =
theory=20
  is that anti-hydrogen would have the same spectrum as&nbsp; normal =
hydrogen,=20
  but it hasn't been tested.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
  <DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
  class=3D150100002-21052000>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As far as the Star Trek =
usage --=20
  They use the anti-matter to react with normal matter.&nbsp; This =
destroys both=20
  and releases a huge amount of energy (the old E=3Dmc^2 =
thing).&nbsp;One=20
  half&nbsp;kilogram of&nbsp;antimatter destroying&nbsp;one half =
kilogram of=20
  regular matter would release enough energy to take a little over 30 =
million=20
  metric tons of ice at&nbsp;the freezing point to steam at the boiling =
point=20
  (you may want to double check- I have been known to drop a decimal =
point=20
  occasionaly). They feed this energy into their warp core and amplify =
the=20
  effects with Dilithium crystals (don't you just loooove =
technobabble).&nbsp;=20
  In real life, it would be possible (at least in theory) to get large=20
  quantities of clean energy from matter/anti-matter interaction if we =
could=20
  just get a decent quantity of anti-matter in a stable form to work =
with.&nbsp;=20
  The energy would be clean in the sense that it wouldn't leave a bunch =
of=20
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close=20
  and personal with the gamma radiation generated during the reaction =
without=20
  lots of shielding.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
  <DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
  class=3D150100002-21052000>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is probably more =
than you=20
  wanted to know, so I'll shut up now.&nbsp; If you have any questions, =
don't=20
  hesitate to ask.&nbsp; BTW&nbsp; I'm enjoying your story, and looking =
forward=20
  to the next episode.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
  <DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
  class=3D150100002-21052000></SPAN></FONT>&nbsp;</DIV>
  <DIV><FONT color=3D#0000ff face=3DArial size=3D2><SPAN=20
  class=3D150100002-21052000>Frank Ward&nbsp;&nbsp; (mild-mannered =
atomic=20
  physicist&nbsp;disguised as a computer scientist)</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
  <BLOCKQUOTE style=3D"MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px">
    <DIV class=3DOutlookMessageHeader><FONT face=3D"Times New Roman"=20
    size=3D2>-----Original Message-----<BR><B>From:</B> Lois and Clark: =
The New=20
    Adventures of Superman Fanfic=20
    [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]<B>On Behalf Of</B>=20
    StarKitty<BR><B>Sent:</B> Saturday, May 20, 2000 4:37 =
PM<BR><B>To:</B>=20
    LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU<BR><B>Subject:</B> Question =
for=20
    Threads<BR><BR></DIV></FONT>
    <DIV><FONT face=3DArial size=3D2>Calling all scientific type =
FoLC's!&nbsp; I=20
    need a good description of antimatter for the layman!&nbsp; (As soon =
as I=20
    have this, I should be able to post part 13!&nbsp; After I get Nan =
to=20
    beta-read it for me, of course :)</FONT></DIV>
    <DIV>&nbsp;</DIV>
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Okay, here's the next quizlet. Again, keep it closed book, please: no
hunting in the archive or your hard drive! Extra clues will be supplied if
necessary.

All these stories are long (minimum 80K if I'm not mistaken), and were
uploaded in 1999 to the archive. Have fun!

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(to save the need of typing it on your own. :) )

Identify author and title of a  fic containing:

-- a sleeping bag next to a crib

-- a loyal taxi driver

-- a ten-mile buoy

-- two shaved heads

-- a smudged receipt

-- a news team from Channel 5
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Sent: Saturday, May 20, 2000 11:40 PM
Subject: Hazel's Scavenger Hunt: long stories again :)

> Okay, here's the next quizlet. Again, keep it closed book, please: no
> hunting in the archive or your hard drive! Extra clues will be supplied if
> necessary.
>
> All these stories are long (minimum 80K if I'm not mistaken), and were
> uploaded in 1999 to the archive. Have fun!
>
> S
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>
> (to save the need of typing it on your own. :) )
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> Identify author and title of a  fic containing:
>
> -- a sleeping bag next to a crib
>
> -- a loyal taxi driver
>
> -- a ten-mile buoy
>
> -- two shaved heads
Ooh!  I know this one!  It's a Tank-fic!  Dark Revelation (hehe!  Cindy and
I guest-starred in this one!  :)
I can't think of any of the others, though :(

>
> -- a smudged receipt
>
> -- a news team from Channel 5
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From:         Debby <Debby@SWCP.COM>
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At 08:57 AM 05/15/2000 +1000, you wrote:
>I found a story in the Comics section of www.fanfiction.net, in the DC
>Superheroes section, which is basically a rewrite of the Pilot episode of
>L&C.  Check out
>http://www.fanfiction.net/master.cfm?action=story-read&storyid=1726 if
>you're interested.
>
>Jen
>jenerator@free.net.au -*-This message is umop ap!sdn

As the url, which I'm just now checking out, doesn't lead anywhere, can you
give us the author name and title of this fic?

Debby
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Subject:      Re: fanfiction site find

>As the url, which I'm just now checking out, doesn't lead anywhere, can you
>give us the author name and title of this fic?
>
>Debby
>Debby@swcp.com

The URL led me directly to it, Debby. But ff.net has quite a lot of
glitches on site it seems, and I know that it was down completely for a
time yesterday and that at others all links simply led to a 'file not
found' message. It was back up and running by midnight though. How long for
is anyone's guess. <g>

But regardless, it's also on the Archive. LNC: The Premiere by
Niklas 'Hawk' Jonsson.

LabRat :)
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S
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Identify author and title of a  fic containing:
-- a sleeping bag next to a crib  "Hypergirl"  By Crystal somebody...I
think.

-- a loyal taxi driver  I know!  I know!  I know this one!  Just...give me a
second...I'm sure I've read it...I know...Arrghh!!  I can't remember!  The
curses of a swiss cheese memory return to haunt me yet again.

-- a ten-mile buoy  Don't know, and can admit it.

-- two shaved heads  Ditto

-- a smudged receipt  See above

-- a news team from Channel 5 The Huntresses Revenge by Jenni Debbage?

Do I get bonus points for no cheating?  :-)~

Bethy
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Hey has anyone heard anything about L&C books/novels that tie in the rest of
the series.. there's been talk about them but i'm not entirely sure whether
its true or whether we're getting them in melbourne...

Thanks,
Luc
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>>-- a sleeping bag next to a crib
um..."Tempered by fire" by Notrepooh?

>>-- a loyal taxi driver
I really think I ought to know this one, but right now I have no idea

>>-- a ten-mile buoy
okay, this one I *know* is by Notrepooh: "Coming of Age"

>>-- two shaved heads
Tank's "Dark Revelation"

>>-- a smudged reciept
got me

>>-- a news team from Channel 5
I can think of several stories with tv news teams (including the afore-
mentioned "Coming of Age") but I can't think of any with Channel 5
specifically

okay, well I got two of them
-Dia
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Subject:      Re: has anyone heard anything... (L&C books)

Luc- the only "published" novel I know of is C.J. Cherryh's _Lois & Clark:
a Superman novel_, isbn 0-7615-0482-6, from Prima Publishing.  And now
looking in the book for the isbn, I find an address to order the book from:

"single copies may be ordered from
Prima Publishing
PO Box 1260BK
Rocklin, CA  95677
USA
1-916-632-4400
Quantity discounts are also available.  On your letterhead, include
infromation concerning the intended use of the books"

However, if you want really good L&C novels, stick to fanfic <g>

-Dia
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Okay, I'll give it a shot, but these are tough.

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> >>-- a sleeping bag next to a crib

Not a clue.

> >>-- a loyal taxi driver
>
> No idea

> >>-- a ten-mile buoy
> I think this is Notrepooh's "Coming of Age"
> >>-- two shaved heads
> Ah!  Tank's "Dark Revelation".
>
> >>-- a smudged reciept

By any chance, would this be "Assassin's Dagger" by me?

> >>-- a news team from Channel 5
> Could be any of several stories.  Don't know.
>

 Not one of my better efforts, but what the heck.

Nan
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>
> Identify author and title of a  fic containing:
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> -- a sleeping bag next to a crib
>
> -- a loyal taxi driver
Oh I know this! Great story. It's ....ummmhhh.... It's an alt story.
Aaaarrrggghhh! I know I know it.
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> -- a ten-mile buoy
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> -- two shaved heads
Dark Revelation by Tank - Do I get extra points for telling you that
the two heads in question are Tara and Cindy?
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> -- a smudged receipt
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> -- a news team from Channel 5
Suffer the Little Children by Jenni

Well... (It could be worse!)  :(
TerriAnn

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Terry wrote:

>OK Erin, I've been really, REALLY patient (I DO remember what a newborn is
>like), but...  Are you EVER going to let them out of that cave!?!
>Terry

Wow!  How nice to be AWOL from my computer, internet and email for a few
days,
and then download my email to see this.  ;)  After just 3 hours of
intermittent sleep last night (okay, all you moms out there...remind me why
we
do this whole baby thing <g>), I can't tell you how great it felt to see
someone screaming for more of 'Darkest Hour.'  Thanks Terry!  You're keeping
me sane.  <g>

Anyway, yes...I *do* have more of 'Darkest Hour' done, I just haven't been
posting because I've been doubting my ability to write readable English
lately
on so few hours of sleep.  ;)  But since ppl have been clammoring for more,
I'll post.  (As Wendy, Labbie, Jenni, Yvonne and my other UK buddies who I
talked with on IRC last week said, "POST!!!"  <g>)  So, OKAY!!  I'm posting!
;)

PLEASE email me to tell me if I've missed any major plot points, grammatical
issues, etc.  I'd really appreciate it!  And I'll try to clean up the rest
of
the next section and post it later today, as well.  Maybe since Trevor is
finally starting to sleep some longer hours during the day (go figure :P), I
can work on the rest of 'Darkest Hour' during those times and get the rest
of
it to those of you who want it in the next couple of weeks.

TTYS!

Erin  :)
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Tara,
    That depends on how you look at it.  If you look at 1 gm of anti-matter,
you get 2 grams (Times c^2) of energy.  That's because one gram of anti will
destroy 1 gram of regular matter (or vice versa) so you get 200% of the
energy contained in the anti-matter alone.  You're right though, you only
need a very small amount to cause a major explosion.  The energy released by
the Hiroshima bomb was less than you would get from 1 gm of antimatter.
    Thanks for letting me use a little of my training for a change :)

Frank Ward
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  Thanks for responding!  It was actually a little more than I needed for
the story, but I always like knowing a little of the science behind these
things :)

  One more small question--with a matter/anti-matter explosion, you get 200%
destruction, right? (I seem to recall hearing that somewhere)  So I'd only
need a small amount to create the kind of explosion that I had happen
earlier in the story, right?  Thanks :)

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The Darkest Hour (Before the Dawn)
part 28
by Erin Klingler
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Feedback welcome, public or private

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The next morning, Clark found himself being pulled from his tense, dreamless
sleep by unfamiliar sensations: a chill in the air, his aching body, and
something digging into his lower back.  He opened his eyes, and it only took
him a second to realize where he was.

With a low groan, he shifted his position on the cold dirt floor to adjust
his
awkward position and move away from the sharp rock jabbing him in the back.
As he did, he felt the weight on his right arm and glanced down to see that
Lois was still asleep, snuggled into the crook of his arm.

He smiled softly.  In the few times he'd been lucky enough to have it
happen,
he loved seeing Lois asleep next to him.  She always looked so peaceful and
beautiful.  One would never know from the angelic look she had on her face
while sleeping that a tempered fire lay beneath that peaceful exterior.  But
to him, that only made her more appealing.

Now if only he was in a place where he could better enjoy it...

With a heavy sigh, he let his head fall back against the cold cave wall.
True, they were one step closer to having their freedom than they had been
the
day before, but he knew they still weren't clear of their nightmarish
situation.  They had a long, physical, and nerve-wracking morning still
ahead
of them, and he couldn't wait until it was over.  They'd already been
through
so much, and last night had been no exception.  The physical exertion of
their
escape and then their desperate flee from Trask's helicopter and men had
left
him feeling drained, both emotionally and physically, and he knew Lois felt
the same.  Her bitter words from last night still rang in his ears:  "I
always
thought having Superman for a boyfriend would be exciting...you know, having
all those superpowers at your disposal.  But a lot of good that's doing for
me
now.  You can't even get us out of a life or death situation when we need it
the most.  So much for your being 'super.'"

As soon as he'd heard those words and the bitter tone with which she'd
spoken
them, twenty years of fears and insecurities had suddenly come rushing back
to
him, and he'd literally felt sick to his stomach.  Even now, several hours
and
a night's sleep later, his gut still hurt from their effect.

Ever since he was young and it had hit him just how different his powers
made
him from everyone else, he'd always wondered if he'd ever be able to find
somebody to love, somebody who would love him just as much in return, and
who
would love him for who he was, and not for what he could do, or how it might
benefit *them* to be in a relationship with him.  He'd thought that that
somebody was Lois.  But hearing her biting sarcasm...it made him
second-guess
himself.  And he hated second-guessing himself, especially when it was
something as life-important as his love for Lois.

As he'd been falling asleep the night before, he'd tried his best to sort
out
his myriad of emotions and thoughts in spite of his sheer exhaustion.  But
when he'd finally fallen asleep what seemed like hours later when he'd been
sure Trask's men were long gone, he still hadn't been any closer to settling
anything with himself.  But at least then his mind had been clearer, and
he'd
been able to realize that Lois really hadn't meant what she'd said, just as
she'd tried to assure him before she'd fallen asleep.  He knew she loved him
for who he was, because she was in love with *him*, and told him she wanted
to
be with him, even before that awful night three nights ago when Trask and
his
men had stepped in and changed their lives forever.

She'd actually taken the news of his being Superman better than he'd hoped,
but he was sure that was because they'd had more important things to deal
with
at the time.  Surviving-and escaping-had been at the forefront of their
minds.

But now that they were on their way to being clear of their nightmarish
situation, things were likely to change between them.  There would just be
so
much to deal with.  Would Lois view him as Clark Kent, her partner at the
Planet and the man in her life?  Or would she view him as the Superhero
she'd
envisioned herself being swept off her feet by when he'd first made his
appearance in Metropolis?  Or would she view him as a mixture of both?  And
what did he *want* her to view him as?  He realized he had as much sorting
out
of his feelings and emotions to do on the subject as she did.  Surely, the
next several weeks were going to be a very confusing and emotional time for
them both.

Lois suddenly stirred in his arms, and he forced himself out of his thoughts
and glanced down at her.  Her eyes were still closed, but he noticed that
the
light from the cave's brush-covered entrance was starting to move across her
face.  Staring at her partially lit features, he suddenly felt warm amid the
early morning chill in the air around him.

Asleep, Lois looked so perfect, so beautiful lying there in his arms.  And
as
he sat there and continued to stare, he couldn't help feeling that this was
exactly how he wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of his life:
with
Lois asleep in his arms.  He couldn't think of anything he'd love more.

Feeling an almost overwhelming protectiveness and tenderness, he reached up
to
brush her hair back from her face.  But when his fingers touched her cheek,
his soft smile quickly faded.  He turned his hand over and pressed the back
of
it against her skin, and his chest tightened with concern.  Her skin felt
hot
and damp beneath his hand, and he realized her fever was increasing.

Figuring her increasing fever was the result of her injury, he straightened
a
little, doing his best not to wake her as he did, and carefully reached down
to push aside the dirty fabric of her dress to reveal her hastily-bandaged
thigh.  But what he saw made his throat constrict and his heart pound.

The once-white bandage had been soaked through with blood, and tiny rivulets
of blood had slithered down from beneath the soaked bandage to the top of
her
knee and had then dried there during the night.  Clearly their physically
exerting escape of the previous night had forced the wound open, causing it
to
bleed to the point of soaking the bandage and seeping past to color the bare
skin of her leg.

Staring at the blood-soaked bandage, tears sprung to Clark's eyes.  No
wonder
she'd been so exhausted and in poor spirits.  Not only was she hurting from
her reopened wound, but she'd lost so much blood.  He couldn't blame her for
being so tired and ready to give up.  How could she have possibly kept going
in the condition she was in?

Wiping away the tears that escaped down his cheeks, he sat up abruptly and
reached out to touch her shoulder.  They'd slept long enough.  He had to get
her to a doctor.

"Lois," he spoke quietly, trying to rouse her by gently shaking her
shoulder.
"Lois, wake up.  It's morning."  Lois stirred again, but didn't open her
eyes.
Clark tried again.  "Lois, come on.  We've got to get moving."

This time Lois' eyelids flickered, then opened drowsily.  "Mmmph," she
muttered incoherently, her eyes glassy and her expression disoriented.  A
moment later, though, her gaze took in her surroundings and she seemed to
reorient herself.

Trask.  The cave.  The long walk they had ahead of them that morning.

Lois let out a low moan.  "I was hoping it had all been just a really bad
dream," she said quietly as she took a long, slow breath of the cool
mountain
air in an effort to ease her hammering headache, "but I can see that it
wasn't."

She reached up to rub her temples in slow, rhythmic circles, and Clark's
hands
tightened sympathetically on her shoulders.  "I know you're not feeling
well,
Lois, but we've got to get moving so we can get you to a doctor.  Are you up
to it?"

Lois turned to look at him from beneath heavy lids as she continued to rub
her
temples.  "Yeah, I can make it.  But what about you?  It's not just me who
needs to see a doctor.  Surely there's somebody who can help you with
your...condition."

"I don't know who," Clark answered.  "But I do feel a little bit stronger
this
morning.  Maybe my body is finally starting to fight off the Kryptonite."

"Or maybe you're just feeling better after a few hours of sleep," Lois
pointed
out.

Clark's hopeful expression sobered slightly.  "Yeah, maybe."

They were silent for a minute as Lois tried to force herself to wake up the
rest of the way.  As Lois sat quietly, something suddenly occurred to her.
"Hey, what about Doctor Klein?" she asked, a hint of her old enthusiasm
returning.  "He hasn't been at STAR Labs very long, but he's already done
quite a bit of work with Superman--or rather, *you*--hasn't he?  Maybe he
could help."

Clark looked hopeful again.  "That's not a bad idea.  I hadn't thought of
that.  In fact, he's been working on a certain kind of radiation therapy
that
will hopefully make me immune to Kryptonite.  Maybe with all the research
he's
done on the way my body works, he'll know of a way to counteract this form
of
Kryptonite in my system."

"I'm sure he could."  Lois took his hand in hers and gave it a gentle
squeeze.
Clark responded by tightening his hand around hers and smiling softly.
"So,"
Lois continued after a long moment, letting out a deep breath, "when we get
back to Metropolis, we'll get you to Doctor Klein.  But I definitely think
you
should go dressed as Superman.  That is, unless you want him to know the
truth
about, well, you know."

Clark smiled slightly.  "Yeah, I know.  But first things first.  We need to
find a road, flag down a ride, and get *you* to a hospital."

"But what about Dr. Klein?  And Trask, and Garrison...and the computer
virus?"
Lois protested.  "There's much more at stake here than some stitches and a
big
hospital bill."  She made a face.  "We need to alert the authorities to what
we know."

Clark shook his head firmly.  "That can all be done *after* we check you
into
a hospital, Lois.  *Your* health should be our first priority.  I know it's
mine.  I'm more worried about your fever and infection than anything else.
And we can tell the authorities what we know about Trask, Garrison, and the
computer virus *after* I know you're being taken care of.  And I'm not going
to take 'no' for an answer," he hastily added when Lois opened her mouth to
argue.

Lois closed her mouth, stopping her further protests when she realized it
was
useless.  Clark was just trying to protect her in the only way he could at
the
moment without his powers.  She was sure there was a huge amount of
underlying
guilt beneath his words, and she didn't want to trivialize that.

Smiling softly, she reached up to cup his cheek with her hand.  "Thanks,
Clark...for caring that much.  But honestly, we'll figure out a way to do it
all as quickly as possible.  I mean, we juggle twenty things at once at the
Planet on a daily basis.  We can do all of this, too."

Clark let his head fall forward, touching it gently to Lois' forehead.  Then
he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, telling himself she was right.  They
could do this.  They had to.  Besides, Lois was obviously putting every
ounce
of strength into being strong and optimistic, so he knew he had to be too.
For both of their sakes.

Putting his hands on either side of him on the cold cave floor, he slowly
pushed himself up and scrambled to his feet.  He did his best to stretch in
the cave's close quarters, then offered his hands to Lois.  "The sun's
starting to come up, so I think we need to get moving," he told her, trying
to
keep his voice upbeat.  "If Trask's men are still out in force, which I
suspect they are, we'll have a better chance at spotting them and getting
past
them.  Do you feel up to it?"

Lois gave her thudding temples one last rub and nodded imperceptibly, though
inwardly she knew she really didn't feel up to it at all.  She felt both hot
and cold at the same time, and though the pain in her thigh had been reduced
to a dull ache after a few hours of rest, she knew the weariness and
light-headedness she was feeling came from the amount of blood she'd lost
the
night before.  Even now she could feel the blood-crusted bandage rubbing
stiffly against her thigh.  It was not only uncomfortable, but served as a
dismal reminder of what they'd been through and what they still had ahead of
them.  She could hardly bear the thought of the psychically draining hike
through the mountainous terrain that she knew they had ahead of them, even
if
it did mean they'd be one step closer to Metropolis...and freedom.

But Clark didn't need to know how she was really feeling.  She knew he
already
felt guilty enough about not being able to use his powers to get them out of
their situation, and he didn't need her to make him feel worse about it.
So,
biting her lip in determination to hide her aches and pains, she put her
hands
into Clark's and let him help her to her feet.

"Ready?" he asked after she steadied herself on her stiff legs.

Lois gave the dirt on the front of her dress a quick brush, then
straightened
and looked up at Clark in the dim light of the cave.  She breathed a quiet
sigh and nodded.  "As ready as I'll ever be.  Let's get out of here."

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more to come....

Erin  :)
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Good, she was still there - and the overgrown boy scout was gone. Lex
Luthor - SuperLex, as he was already calling himself - executed a wide
circuit of the laboratory before dropping downwards. She exited the
building and looked around her, probably, he thought, trying to figure out
her way home, as he landed in front of her.

"Lex!" Gretchen Kelly exclaimed. "I didn't know where you'd gone... I
wasn't sure whether to wait...."

"As if I'd abandon you, my sweet," he purred. "Let me take you home, and
then I can thank you properly for everything you've done for me."

She smiled in obvious delight - oh, how easy it was to fool women with a
few compliments and admiring glances - and tucked her hand into his
arm. "I'd love that, Lex. Should I call a cab?"

His amused smile at that remark was totally genuine. "Why bother, when
flying's not only cheaper, but much more fun besides?" Not that Lex Luthor
had ever had to worry about money before... this being penniless was really
beginning to grate. That fool Nigel should have tried harder to keep at
least some of his assets from the hands of the law... but never mind. There
would be plenty of time to remedy this situation.

As he=92d known she would, Gretchen became very excited at his suggestion,
batting her eyelashes at him and moving closer to him. =93Oh, Lex... that
would be wonderful! You=92ll have to carry me, I guess,=94 she added,
reachi=
ng
out her arms to him.

In a swift movement, since he wanted to be out of there as quickly as
possible in case anyone came looking - particularly as he had no idea what
Superman might be up to right now - he swung her up into his arms and sped
upwards. She screamed, and he had to clap one hand over her mouth. Stupid
woman, he thought furiously, then realised from the way she was clinging to
him for dear life that he=92d probably taken off too quickly for human
comfort. Too bad, he decided. She=92d just have to put up with it.

He=92d obviously been paying her too much while she=92d been his personal
physician, Lex decided as she guided him to the balcony of her penthouse
apartment. The monthly rent on this had to be several thousand dollars; on
the other hand, he quickly decided as he scanned the apartment and the
building which housed it, there were advantages. It was soundproofed, and
had plenty of privacy. No-one would be disturbing them there. It would make
the perfect hideaway... it was a shame....

For a moment, he began to rethink his plans for Gretchen Kelly. But it was
probably safer to stick to his original decision; she was the only person,
apart from Superman himself and Lois Lane - oh, and that puny little
Waldecker man, but he could be dealt with - who knew that Super-powers
could be transferred. It was just too much of a risk.

And anyway, there were other apartments, and with his new... advantages, he
could have what he wanted. Nothing would be beyond the reach of SuperLex.

He turned to Gretchen. =93Well, my sweet, aren=92t you going to show me
arou=
nd?=94

She smiled back, her hands wandering over his shoulders and biceps as she
gazed hungrily at him. =93Which room would you like to see first, Lex?=94
sh=
e
murmured in what he recognised as her attempt at a seductive tone.

He=92d been around far too long, slept with too many women, to be impressed
by her tactics; in fact, *before* - before his downfall and death - he
would never have looked twice at Gretchen Kelly. She was too tall, her
appearance far too butch, especially that cropped hair, and her manner too
bossy. He admired intelligent women, but not women who wanted to prove
themselves better than him. If it hadn=92t been for the fact that her crush
on him had always been only too evident, he=92d have believed that Dr Kelly
was a lesbian; but she clearly liked men. And now, given that at present
his choice was somewhat limited, she would do. It was probably a fair
exchange, given that she=92d resurrected him and found the means to give
him=

Superman=92s powers.

He therefore gazed down at her, moving his hands to span her waist lightly,
summoning his most charming smile. =93Oh, I think it always makes sense to
start in the bedroom, don=92t you, my dear?=94

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

Superman glided to a halt outside the Kent farmhouse, letting Lois slip
lightly from his arms to the safety of the back yard. This had been the
longest journey he=92d ever flown with her in his arms, and it had been
both=

pleasure and sheer torture. He loved flying with her, but he always had to
keep at the forefront of his mind the need to ensure that she never
associated him with Clark, and the importance of behaving circumspectly. He
couldn=92t have her thinking that Superman was interested in her.

So this journey had been difficult, holding her close to him as he=92d had
to, but it had helped that his thoughts were elsewhere for much of the
journey. He had no idea where to start looking for Luthor - other than
Lois=92s apartment - and no notion of what the older man intended to do now
that he was super-powered. Leaving aside the baffling question of how
exactly Dr Kelly had managed to resuscitate the ex-billionaire businessman,
why had this happened? Did Luthor think that by possessing Super-powers, he
could somehow evade the law? What did he think Superman would do? Or was
part of his plan to kill Superman anyway?

The only thing Clark had been sure about was that Lois figured in the
man=92=
s
plans somehow. He had intended to marry her, and he=92d made no secret of
th=
e
plans he had for Lois, that night when he'd lured Superman to that
Kryptonite cage. Lois had been the ultimate trophy for Luthor: a beautiful,
intelligent woman, who had represented quite a challenge... and, Clark was
sure, who had been even more desirable for the fact that she=92d also
reputedly been pursued by Superman. And yet she wasn=92t quite perfect
enoug=
h
for Lex Luthor, who=92d decided that he needed to control her, curb her
independence.

And then - according to Lois herself, a piece of information he was still
trying to absorb - she had rejected him during the wedding ceremony! Before
the police had arrived with their warrants, Lois had told the head of
LexCorp that she couldn=92t marry him. That would have been an incredible
blow to the man=92s pride; he wouldn=92t forgive that easily. It was very
likely that he=92d want to gain his revenge on Lois somehow. As she=92d put
=
it,
she was clearly unfinished business.

All the more reason why his decision to bring her here, to Smallville, had
been the right one.

She was standing gazing at him now, clearly wondering why he was simply
standing there, not making any attempt to bring her inside or to leave. He
had to pull himself together before she started wondering just what was
going on inside his head. Sure, she would realise that Superman would be
very concerned about this development; but that concern should manifest
itself in depositing her in Smallville while he raced back to Metropolis to
track down Luthor and deal with him.

Deal with him... easier said than done, especially since Clark didn't want
anyone else finding out that it was possible for his powers to be
transferred!

Feeling her hand on his forearm, he glanced downwards. =93Ah, Lois?=94

=93Are you okay, Superman? You seemed kind of... distracted.=94 Concern was
evident in her brown eyes.

Forcing his thoughts to the back of his mind, he spoke in as casual a
manner as he could manage. =93I=92m fine, Lois. We need to get inside - the
Kents are expecting us.=94

But she hesitated. =93I guess... you=92re bothered about all this, aren=92t
=
you?
Lex with your powers... it=92s not going to be easy for you, is it?=94

As Clark, he might have confided in her, told her how worried he was about
the harm Luthor could cause - might already have caused - but as Superman,
somehow, he couldn=92t. With a brief smile, he answered, =93It=92ll be
fine,=

Lois. Trust me.=94 Not allowing her time to respond, he marched firmly
towards the back door of his parents=92 house.

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

Lex Luthor carefully disentangled himself from Gretchen Kelly=92s arms in
th=
e
aftermath of their joining, trying at the same time not to allow her to see
his distaste. The woman still had some uses, after all, even though her
talents in the bedroom had been little better than he'd feared. Still, it
had been a necessary price to pay, and he could console himself with the
thought of superior pleasures to come once he=92d reclaimed his fiancee. He
turned his head towards Kelly and threw her a practised smile.

=93If you=92ll excuse me, my dear, I should go and get rid of this.=94 He
gestured towards the latex prophylactic he now held in his hand. There were
more reasons than the simple desire for safe sex to use a condom these
days, he reflected as he disposed of the item a minute later: he had no
wish for DNA tests to establish his presence in Gretchen=92s bedroom.
Wrapping a towel around his hand, he flushed the toilet, and then used the
towel again to control the bathroom taps so that he could wash his hands.

Using the couple of minutes of solitary peace as an opportunity to plan,
Lex considered his options. Gretchen was no major problem; but once she was
out of the way, he needed to work out how best to regain his former empire.
His former associates would be easy enough to track down, but which of them
could be trusted? Some had been responsible for giving evidence against
him, otherwise the police would never have been able to gather enough
evidence to arrest him and to convict other associates of his. He=92d
gleane=
d
that much from the brief half-hour which was all he had been able to allow
himself in the newspaper library at MetU after Gretchen had resuscitated
him, and before his conversion into... he smiled again in satisfaction...
SuperLex.

Others....

Well, Asabi could be trusted, that was beyond question, and the manservant
would also be very useful in the matter of helping him to learn control
over some of these powers. Already he had discovered how easy it was to
exert just too much strength: he=92d almost broken Gretchen=92s arm and by
h=
er
sharp cries of pain at one point he=92d suspected that he=92d cracked or
bro=
ken
a couple of her ribs. A charming, apologetic smile had convinced her not to
make too much fuss at the time, though. But he did need to make sure he
could control his abilities properly.

Then there was Nigel: Nigel St John, the former member of the British
Secret Service, who had certainly served him faithfully for several years -
would he still be loyal? Luthor suspected so, although he had never been
foolish enough to reward Nigel with his absolute trust. He was only too
well aware that the man had double-crossed his former employers. Once a
rat, always a rat... that was a motto well worth remembering, Lex reflected
with a half-smile. But if Nigel couldn=92t be trusted, given the extent of
his knowledge of Luthor=92s affairs it made far greater sense to have him
inside the metaphorical tent rather than out: there, at least, Luthor could
keep a close watch on him. And if Nigel did prove to be unreliable, then it
wouldn=92t be difficult to deal with him.

Mrs Cox was in prison; he=92d have to decide whether it would be wiser to
leave her there, or take the risk of breaking her out. Not a risk in the
sense that he might get caught - hardly, with the abilities he now
possessed. But she was a known associate who had been convicted of being an
accessory to many of his offences. So if he did secure her release in a
non-=

legal manner, the police would be looking for her. Not a good idea.

As for regaining his empire and wealth... well, he would have to hope that
his closest associates had not availed themselves of the opportunity
provided by his death to track down his overseas deposits and hidden
reserves. The gold, the Swiss and Channel Islands bank accounts, the stocks
and shares held in his ex-wife=92s name... dear Arianna, he reflected
suddenly. She was now in prison herself, after her rather crude attempt at
framing Lois Lane for what should have been the murder of Superman.
Botched, of course, he thought in amusement. Arianna was never the
cleverest at coming up with a failsafe plan. Now, when *he* set out to kill
Superman....

But he was getting ahead of himself here. First, he needed to acquire
enough reserves of cash to start a dummy corporation and begin buying back
the essential elements of his former business interests. He would need to
do a lot of it legally, which would unfortunately take some time... but on
the other hand, he was sure that with a little Super help he could speed a
little of it up. Such as obtaining money: no need to wait until Nigel
managed to sell some of the stocks. A quick flight to Switzerland with the
necessary fake ID, since the accounts had not, of course, been established
in the name of Lex Luthor; a similar trip to Jersey; and if that wasn=92t
sufficient, then a midnight Super raid on one of the city=92s major banks
should help.

Luthor smiled to himself. Yes, it wouldn=92t be too difficult. But first,
Gretchen. After pulling on the clothes which he=92d brought with him into
th=
e
bathroom, he returned to the bedroom. Still taking care not to touch
anything with his bare hand, he sat on the edge of the bed, next to the
doctor. She rolled over to look at him, clutching her chest with a groan as
she did so.

=93Lex... you=92re going to have to take me to a hospital,=94 she said
grumpily. =93I=92m sure a couple of ribs are broken.=94

=93If you need an X-ray, I can do that for you,=94 he replied smoothly.
=93W=
hy
wait around in an emergency room?=94 He made a careless gesture with his
hand. =93And since ribs can=92t be put in plaster, there=92s really no need
=
for a
hospital visit.=94

She grimaced, then nodded. =93Okay. If they are broken I can tell you how
to=

bandage them.=94 Rolling over to lie on her back, she threw back the sheet
i=
n
an invitation for him to fulfil his promise.

The sight of her naked body aroused no interest whatsoever in him, and his
gaze swept her dismissively before returning to her face. =93In a moment,
Gretchen. I have a few questions for you first.=94

=93Questions?=94 Her tone was impatient this time.

=93Yes. About the transfer - is it permanent?=94

She rolled her eyes. =93How do I know, Lex? All I have to go on is what I
sa=
w
with that idiotic Resplendent Man! Superman was struck by lightning when he
was holding the guy and suddenly the guy had his powers. Then a few days
later I tried to transfer Waldecker=92s powers to you, but between then
Superman and Lois Lane stopped me. Superman transferred the powers back to
himself. But....=94 She paused, then shrugged carelessly, wincing as the
movement caused pain in her damaged ribs. =93I have no reason to believe
tha=
t
the transfer wouldn=92t have been permanent, and therefore no reason to
believe yours won=92t be.=94

Well, it would have to do, Lex acknowledged. And even if it wasn=92t
permanent, he should be able to achieve a lot of what he wanted in a week.
But there were other concerns. =93What about Superman? He retained his
power=
s
last time - it was a duplication, not a transfer. Will he still have his
powers this time?=94

=93He does,=94 Kelly replied, to his amazement.

=93How do you know?=94

She frowned at his impatient reply. =93Because I saw him! Come on, Lex, you
flew off and left me in that lab with him! He talked to me for a couple of
minutes - he wanted to know what the Tesla coils were - and then he flew
off. He *flew*! So of course I know he had his powers still.=94

=93All right, all right,=94 Lex replied brusquely, brushing aside her
annoye=
d
explanation with a careless wave of his hand. =93One more thing. If
Kryptonite is poisonous to Superman, is it also poisonous to me?=94

Kelly=92s eyes widened: it seemed she hadn=92t thought of that before.
After=
 a
moment or two, she spoke slowly in reply. =93From what I know about
Kryptonite, it affects Superman because it=92s a meteorite from his home
planet. You=92re not from Krypton, so I can=92t see why you would be
affecte=
d
by it.=94

=93Excellent!=94 Lex murmured in satisfaction, a slow smile curving across
h=
is
face. He returned his gaze to Gretchen. =93Well, my dear, time to deal with
you.=94

She drew her body into a flat, rigid position on the bed, clearly expecting
him to X-ray her. But that was not what he had in mind; he focused his gaze
on her chest region, but instead of his X-ray abilities he selected heat
vision. He had experimented with this earlier, when he=92d gone for his
practice flight, and had been amazed at how effective it was.

Within moments Gretchen=92s screams had been silenced, and the smell of
burning flesh was overpowering.

=93Get out of that one, Superman,=94 Lex murmured in satisfaction as he
swif=
tly
made for the balcony and escape.

***************
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Diyan wrote:
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> Luc- the only "published" novel I know of is C.J. Cherryh's _Lois & Clark:
> a Superman novel_, isbn 0-7615-0482-6, from Prima Publishing.

Actually, there are three small paperback book by Michael Jan Friedman,
as I remember. I can't remember their names or who published them
because my copies are at my parents' house.
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In a message dated 05/21/2000 1:37:17 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
paounfiloun@YAHOO.COM writes:

<< > -- a loyal taxi driver
 Oh I know this! Great story. It's ....ummmhhh.... It's an alt story. >>

Um, the one that Maragret Brignell's been working on (we've had several
parts, but not the end, I think). Only You...

--Laurie
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>S
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>E
>
>Identify author and title of a  fic containing:
>
>-- a sleeping bag next to a crib
   no clue
>
>-- a loyal taxi driver
   Margaret Brignell's "Only you:"the latest installment (Reality?)
>
>-- a ten-mile buoy
   Notrepooh's prequel, something like "Trials of the Heart"??
>
>-- two shaved heads
    Tank Wilson's "Dark Revelation" (I think)
>
>-- a smudged receipt
    Nan Smith's "Assassin's Dagger"
>
>-- a news team from Channel 5
    too many possibilities, no clue

Well, that wasn't totally awful :p
Terry
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:)  No problem!  You were a lot of help!

Tara :)
  ----- Original Message -----=20
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  Tara,
      That depends on how you look at it.  If you look at 1 gm of =
anti-matter, you get 2 grams (Times c^2) of energy.  That's because one =
gram of anti will destroy 1 gram of regular matter (or vice versa) so =
you get 200% of the energy contained in the anti-matter alone.  You're =
right though, you only need a very small amount to cause a major =
explosion.  The energy released by the Hiroshima bomb was less than you =
would get from 1 gm of antimatter.
      Thanks for letting me use a little of my training for a change :)
  =20
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[mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU]On Behalf Of StarKitty
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    Thanks for responding!  It was actually a little more than I needed =
for the story, but I always like knowing a little of the science behind =
these things :)
    =20
    One more small question--with a matter/anti-matter explosion, you =
get 200% destruction, right? (I seem to recall hearing that somewhere)  =
So I'd only need a small amount to create the kind of explosion that I =
had happen earlier in the story, right?  Thanks :)

    Tara (glad you're enjoying the story! :)

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All of the books mentioned - and I believe these are all which are
available - can be found via www.amazon.com (or, I assume, its
international subsidiaries), by entering 'Lois and Clark' into the site's
search feature. But, as Diyan implied, the Cherryh book wasn't considered
to be all that good by FoLCs, and the reviews on the Amazon site (several
of which I think are written by FoLCS, including my own) confirm this.

My own view: stick to fanfic, because the best in fanfic is far better than
the published novels!

Wendy
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Wendy said:
>But, as Diyan implied, the Cherryh book wasn't considered
>to be all that good by FoLCs, and the reviews on the Amazon site (several
>of which I think are written by FoLCS, including my own) confirm this.

Well, there's also the unique opinion of one reviewer, who didn't the like
the book, because she thought Lois should have ended up with Lex. <eg>

Don't think that person would like fanfic much better...

Jessi
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Who's apartment is bigger, Clark's or Lois's?

And does anybody have a list on hand of all the life-threatening situations
Lois ended up in, up through mid second season, around TEHI?

Jessi
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From:         "Irene D." <sirenegold@YAHOO.COM>
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Okay, I'll give this a try!
>
> S
> P
> O
> I
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> E
> R
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> S
> P
> A
> C
> E
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> (to save the need of typing it on your own. :) )

Thanks, Hazel! :)
>
> Identify author and title of a  fic containing:
>
> -- a sleeping bag next to a crib

I don't know
>
> -- a loyal taxi driver

Margaret Brignell - Only You Part 4 Is it Reality?
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> -- a ten-mile buoy

Ack!  I've read it, I think it's by Notrepooh but I
couldn't swear to that.
>
> -- two shaved heads

Dark Revelation by Tank Wilson
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> -- a smudged receipt

No idea.
>
> -- a news team from Channel 5

No idea.

I don't think I did very well, Hazel.

Irene

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Date:         Sun, 21 May 2000 15:58:25 EDT
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From:         "Alexis W." <LoisLane9397@AOL.COM>
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In a message dated 5/21/00 2:40:49 PM EST, jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< Who's apartment is bigger, Clark's or Lois's? >>

I would have to say Clark's.  To me his apartment almost looked like a mini
house or condo.

Alexis ;-.)

"Are you crazy?!  This is the social event of the season - everyone who is
anyone is going to be there - and you want to go to bed early?" (Lois)
"So...is this...a date?" (Clark)
"Date?  Oh...oh, you mean like in Kansas, where you meet my parents and then
you try to give me a hickey in the vacant lot behind the Dairy Freeze.
Ha-no,
this is not a date. It's business." (Lois)
"O...kay." (Clark)
{LnC, Pilot}
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Hi again  ;)

Hey, are there any special forces men and/or women around?  I need to know
what the Army/Navy, etc. would call a "walkie talkie."  Surely there's a
special name for those things, one that doesn't sound so 10-year old-ish.
<g>

Any help would be appreciated!  Thanks!

Erin  :)
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Date:         Sun, 21 May 2000 16:18:44 -0500
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From:         Wendy Richards <wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK>
Subject:      Re: Hazel's Scavenger Hunt: long stories again :)

Hi Hazel!
>S
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>(to save the need of typing it on your own. :) )

>-- a sleeping bag next to a crib

Hmmm. Crystal Wimmer's Hypergirl? That would make sense, I think.

>
>-- a loyal taxi driver

Ah, I know this! The latest instalment in Margaret Brignell's wonderful
Only You series - can't remember whether she was up to Part 4 or Part 5,
but in any case I think this one was called 'Reality.

>-- a ten-mile buoy

Nope!

>-- two shaved heads

Yeah, I remember this, and the reaction on the boards! Tank's Dark
Revelation, right in the midst of the 'craze' for including
board 'regulars' as guest stars in fics. This was Tara and Cindy's turn.
>
>-- a smudged receipt

No idea.

>-- a news team from Channel 5

Could be anything! Christy Kubit's Family Ties, perhaps?

How'd I do? Not too well, I guess!

Wendy
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Subject:      Re: has anyone heard anything... (L&C books)

On Sun, 21 May 2000 14:37:00 CDT, Jessi Mounts <jessi914@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote:

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>Well, there's also the unique opinion of one reviewer, who didn't the like
>the book, because she thought Lois should have ended up with Lex. <eg>

Oh yes, I remember that one! Wonder whether that could be the person who
wrote the fic where Lois *did* actually end up with Lex? <g>

Wendy
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Jessi wrote:
> >Well, there's also the unique opinion of one reviewer, who didn't the
like
> >the book, because she thought Lois should have ended up with Lex. <eg>
>
Then Wendy wrote:
> Oh yes, I remember that one! Wonder whether that could be the person who
> wrote the fic where Lois *did* actually end up with Lex? <g>
>

Well, speaking as one of the people who's written a story like this, I can
categorically state that I'm not the mystery reviewer ;)

And don't worry, Lois doesn't stay with Lex!

Yvonne
(yconnell@ukf.net)

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> Wendy
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At 02:40 PM 05/21/2000 -0500, you wrote:
>Who's apartment is bigger, Clark's or Lois's?

Lois's, as she is paid more and it requires several floors.

>And does anybody have a list on hand of all the life-threatening situations
>Lois ended up in, up through mid second season, around TEHI?

Hmm, I'd say at least once per episode, so...

>Jessi
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At 09:18 AM 05/21/2000 -0500, you wrote:
>>As the url, which I'm just now checking out, doesn't lead anywhere, can
you
>>give us the author name and title of this fic?
>>
>>Debby
>>Debby@swcp.com
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>
>The URL led me directly to it, Debby. But ff.net has quite a lot of
>glitches on site it seems, and I know that it was down completely for a
>time yesterday and that at others all links simply led to a 'file not
>found' message. It was back up and running by midnight though. How long for
>is anyone's guess. <g>
>
>But regardless, it's also on the Archive. LNC: The Premiere by
>Niklas 'Hawk' Jonsson.
>
>LabRat :)

I'll check under that name then :D  I know the owner(?) or at least someone
important at the site did some hardware upgrades, but that was early in the
weekend. I belong to two of the three fanfic elists sponsored by the site;
that's how I got the info. However, most of the contributors to the elists
seem
to be under 16 years of age, writers of pokemon, Harry (someone, that
popular
young wizard hero book star in the UK) and anime fanfic (snore), and...
incapable of replies longer than a sentence :\ (all of the words of which
may
or may not be correctly spelled). Or if their chat is longer than a
sentence,
it's about their grade school adventures.  Hooray for *this* list!

For a while I had no luck at all getting my stats from fanfiction.net
because
it refused to believe my eddress/password combo (even after I had them
emailed
to me and I tried to sign up again with the same info--"already in use")...
until I finally turned on my cookies :p***  ("ask before" style). After
that,
we were friends and it let me check my stats. I guess all it had to do was
read
the cookies because it didn't ask me if I wanted a cookie. Strange.

However, fanfiction.net a nice resouce and I check out the banners when I
can
read them (some are too dark for my laptop screen).

Debby
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On Sun, 21 May 2000 18:42:04 -0600, Debby <Debby@SWCP.COM> wrote:

>I'll check under that name then :D  I know the owner(?) or at least someone
>important at the site did some hardware upgrades, but that was early in the
>weekend.

>However, fanfiction.net a nice resouce and I check out the banners when I
can >read them (some are too dark for my laptop screen).
>
>
I actually like it - it's a lot of fun and I like the idea of the author
stats. Although I'm beginning to wonder about the readers there. <G> I've
just received an email from a reviewer who makes a story suggestion that I
won't repeat here on a gfic list and then tells me to email him/her soon as
I write it. Yikes! Suffice to say, it's not entirely what I've always
envisaged for Clark and Lois' relationship at all! ;)

LabRat :)
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I can't remember is I sent the first part (Isn't that horrible?  I can't
remember what I did five minutes ago.) so just in case, I'm sending it
again.

And, you know, the story's not really named "Masterpiece".  That would be a
little egotistical of me, don't you think? :-)

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

“Oh!  Oh!  Hold that...door...open.”

Lois didn’t actually expect anyone on the elevator to grant her request.  It
was all the way across the food court she was standing in, and unless
someone on there happened to be a lip reader or was fluent in the language
of Lois-Lane-arm-waving, there was no way
anyone would know she was even making one.  So she was surprised to see the
doors slide back open when they’d been just inches from sealing shut.

Lois snatched her Chinese take-out of the counter before she rushed across
the mall’s food court to eye the elevator’s sole passenger suspiciously.  He
was staring at her, looking a little stunned, but holding on to that Doors
Open button like it was the most
important task of his life.  That alone was enough to make her nervous.  Why
in the world would this guy wait for her to walk all the way across the food
court unless he *really* wanted to be alone in that tiny space with her?

The man apparently saw her hesitation.  He finally remembered to remove that
stunned look from his face and replace it with a very reassuring and
convincing smile.

Oh well, Lois thought, as she stepped into the elevator.  The mall closed in
half an hour, she had to get Lucy’s present by Tuesday, and she really
didn’t want to deal with another round of saleswomen explaining why their
perfume was a life necessity.  And if he tries
anything, I can always show him what I know about self defense.

Lois gazed absently at the red digital numbers counting up the floors and
tried to ignore the part of herself insisting that she didn’t actually mind
being alone in the elevator with this man.  He wasn’t bad looking, after
all.  Well, okay, the hair needed some work.  It
reminded her of a fourth grade kid who never realized his short haircut had
outgrown itself until his mother dragged him off to the barber shop.  But
you could forgive the hair for the sake of those deep, dark eyes that looked
like their owner could never hurt
anyone.  And the smile that made her feel like she was the most important
thing in his world.  And...and...um...and he’d noticed she was staring at
him.

She whipped her head back around to examine the digital numbers that were
taking their own sweet time in rising.  Just where were you going with that
anyway, Lane?  she questioned herself.  Get a grip!  The man is not a manic
serial killer who lures innocent women into abandoned elevators, and he is
not madly in love with you!

***

If Clark Kent could have heard Lois’s thoughts, he could have told her she
was possibly only halfway right.  A serial killer he was not, but whether or
not he was in love with her was still open for debate.

He had no problem with falling in love, of course.  He *wanted* to fall in
love.  But love at first sight?

He glanced at this gorgeous, bewitching woman, only feet away from him, who
seemed so fascinated by the interior of the elevator and utterly
uninterested in him.  No, he wasn’t in love.  There was a perfectly logical
explanation why he was still fighting off the urge to soar into the air.  Or
sweep her into his arms.  Or soar into the air with her enveloped in his
arms.  That would be good too.

But not in love.  And this feeling that he’d finally found what he’d been
searching for his whole life?  That these few minutes would decide whether
he’d never be lonely again, or he’d be more alone than he ever had?  That
wasn’t love.  It was...it was..relief that he’d
survived the vulture salespeople of Metropolis?  Okay, that was a pathetic
excuse, but it was the only excuse he could come up with because he was
*not* in love.  He wasn’t! He couldn’t...possibly...be...

His overworked defiant voice wavered as he turned to catch just one last
look at her, and his eyes met hers.  She seemed so stubborn, so independent.
  So unneeding of anyone, least of all him.  It didn’t matter.  No amount of
stubbornness could hide the warmth and passion he was sure he saw behind it
all.  He loved her.  Later he might laugh at this fairy-tale idea or be
terrified for his sanity.  Right now, there was no doubt in the world.  He’d
fallen in love at first sight with a stranger in an elevator.

***

Lois was now glaring at the digital six, threatening it to change to a
seven, or else.  Honestly, she’d walked right into *the* slowest elevator in
the history of the earth!  She should have taken the stairs.

Her perky little voice disagreed.  “But then you never would have met-”  She
promptly made the thing shut up, and then sent her negative energy in the
direction of the glowing red number, which had finally, on pain of death,
changed to a seven.  And then remained a seven, much to Lois’s disgust.  Did
the thing plan on staying on floor seven all night?

The elevator responded with an exhausted gasp and an indignant jolt.  Yes,
apparently that’s exactly where it was going to stay.

“I think it’s stuck,” the stranger offered timidly.

Lois turned to glare at him as if this whole thing were entirely his fault.
It wasn’t.  It could have been, if he’d thought of it.  He hadn’t.  Luckily.
  Clark was getting the uncomfortable feeling that the death rays this
woman’s eyes were shooting could disintegrate any innocent look he conjured
up and see right through to his guilt.

Lois turned her lethal gaze back to the poor, abused numbers.  “Yes, it’s
stuck!  Computerized numbers, plush carpet on the walls, and - and  - cheesy
music, and the thing can’t get from one floor to another!  Even elevators in
Bate’s Motel don’t get stuck!”

Clark wisely decided not to encourage further wrath by pointing out the
Bate’s Motel didn’t have elevators, and instead quietly pressed the
Emergency button.

This wasn’t really an emergency, he admitted.  They weren’t in any danger;
and if they were, he could have them out of there before she had time to
realize how she’d gotten out.  But that would involve doing something
extremely suspicious on his first day in Metropolis; and that was the type
of thing he was trying to avoid, not practice at the drop of a hat.
Besides, why would he want to have them out of there?  Hadn’t he just been
wishing they were in a nice, slow elevator in, say, the Sears Tower?

Why would he want them out of there?  Because this woman, who may or may not
be the love of life, looked like she was quietly planning the execution of
whoever was responsible for the faulty elevator.  And if she couldn’t find
the guilty party, he was getting the distinct impression he would do just as
well.  Really, he scolded himself, if
you insist on falling in love at first sight, couldn’t you have picked
someone a little less homicidal?

By this time, Lois’s rage was narrowing from the world in general to the
makers of this elevator in particular.  She glanced at her elevator
companion and thought he’d be happy to hear that.  His mysterious, stunned
look was steadily changing to wild-eyed fear.

There was no reason for him to be afraid.  Okay, well, maybe she’d yelled a
bit, but she hadn’t yelled at *him*.  Had she?  She reviewed the last couple
of minutes and realized, yes, actually, she had.  Darn.  She had no problem
with scaring people.  She just wanted the scaring to be her idea.  Really,
she thought idly, the guy hadn’t done anything deserving a scare yet.  He’d
held the door for her.  How he’d known to was beyond her.  He’d stayed well
on his side of the elevator and he’d known better than to interrupt her
tirade.  She could be nice in return.

Unconsciously, she lifted her chin in determination and then relaxed,
sliding down the wall into a seated position and loosely wrapping her hands
around the knees of her slacks.

She hesitated for a second and then let out a half timid “So...”

Oh, brilliant Lane.  That’s got to be the most creative conversation starter
you’ve come up with yet.

The man stared at her, hands thrust deep in his pockets. She couldn’t read
his expression, but she guessed he was trying to decide whether her sudden
change in attitude was a good or bad thing. Finally, he seemed to come to a
decision and followed her example.

“So...”

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

“That's not a fortune!"

Lois' eyes sparkled as she went into a parody of the infamous Mad Dog Lane
mode. Lois would have been appalled if she realized her eyes were showing
anything at all, let alone sparkles, but at the moment, she was having too
much fun to care.  It turned out that her mysterious stranger, though maybe
a little odd, was certainly not a serial killer.  Or if he was, at least he
was charming and thoughtful one on his off-time.  Anyway, once he’d- they’d-
relaxed enough to share the Chinese food that had almost made her miss the
elevator in the first place, she’d discovered there wasn’t anyone else she’d
rather have
been stuck in an elevator with.  For some reason completely beyond her, she
actually *liked* debating the authenticity of fortune cookies.

"Oh, it is so a fortune,”  she said stubbornly.  “'Your life will be taking
an interesting turn.’  It comes from a cookie.  It tells the future.  That
is a fortune."  With each of her closing arguments, she rhythmically snapped
the offending slip of paper to punctuate the
phrases.

Clark slowly shook his head, partly in disagreement, but mostly in amazement
at this complex, wonderful woman.  After those first awkward few minutes,
he'd discovered he was more than justified in falling in love with her.  Oh,
it was still a crazy fairy tale notion, but now, at least, he wouldn't have
to tell his parents he was in love with someone who hadn't spoken ten words
to him.

The passion he'd sensed in her wasn't imaginary.  Each word she'd said,
every gesture she was done with all she had.

She hadn't given him her life story.  In fact, they'd skipped right over the
basic getting-to-know-you information.  He didn't know her job, her friends,
her opinions on the weather.  He didn't even know her name.  He wasn't going
to complain.  What she had said told him so much more than her thoughts
about that morning's rainstorm.  Between
teasing, bad puns, and her Chinese take-out, he'd met a person he
guessed she let few people see.

Her favorite TV shows were a "sappy" soap opera, The Ivory Tower, and a
sixties spy show.  She didn't like the movie based on the former,
proclaiming it a "cheap rip-off" and "completely out of character.

She loved to write.  He'd already half guessed that by the time she'd said
so.  She worded herself so eloquently that, if she didn't write, she should.
  Since the age of nine, she'd had the long held dream of publishing a
novel.  At nine, the heroic main character of said novel would
single-handedly save the world.  Over fifteen years later, that heroine was
still saving the world, but now it was at the expense of her chance to find
her prince of all Prince Charmings.

She'd dropped one barrier after another, each one revealing yet another
quirky, charming aspect of her personality.  She often tried to out-sing her
not so melodic hair-dryer in the mornings.  She was an expert in
self-defense and had considered using it on him if he got
out of line.  She loved cats, but didn't own one, for the protection of her
elderly goldfish.  She couldn't cook, hated most salespeople, had recently
learned to rollerblade.  She never let herself trust her coworkers.

With each barrier she dropped, Clark felt himself falling more deeply into
her unintentional trap, and really couldn't have been happier about it.  In
other words, he had fallen head over heels in love, and whatever logical,
rational thought process he had left had fallen right along with him.
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Oh, I'm just going to crawl in a hole and die now. <g>

My non-FoLC friend asked me to send her my fanfic, the one I'd jokingly
referred to as my masterpiece.  So, I thought, oh okay, I've got saved in my
email account somewhere.  I'll just go get it and send it to her.  That'll
be easy.

But of course, I forgot to change the email address, and suddenly I realized
I've sent something titled "Masterpiece" to three hundred-something people.
Argh!

So I'm sorry, ignore that.  It was meant for one person who's not even on
this list, not the whole entire list.

Jessi
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Hello there :)

In relation to the apartments- Lois's apartment is 12 squares and clark's is
10! :) This comes from a file i have of the size od their apartments the
new's room and the approximation of how much property lex luthor actually
owned and stuff like that... i hope who ever actually wrote it knew what
they were talking about :)

Luc.

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>Who's apartment is bigger, Clark's or Lois's?
>
>And does anybody have a list on hand of all the life-threatening situations
>Lois ended up in, up through mid second season, around TEHI?
>
>Jessi
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Date:         Mon, 22 May 2000 12:50:59 EST
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The Cherryh book was far too much about superman and really nothing to do
with Lois & Clark (no offence to the FoLCs out there who prefer the show
because of the superman factor) but i know when i read fanfic i'd rather it
focus more in their relationship rather than separate superman from lois.

Luc.

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>Wendy said:
>>But, as Diyan implied, the Cherryh book wasn't considered
>>to be all that good by FoLCs, and the reviews on the Amazon site (several
>>of which I think are written by FoLCS, including my own) confirm this.
>
>Well, there's also the unique opinion of one reviewer, who didn't the like
>the book, because she thought Lois should have ended up with Lex. <eg>
>
>Don't think that person would like fanfic much better...
>
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Thats right. I knew of those:
Heatwave
Deadly Games
Exile
and of the Cherryh book

but they are all pretty average. I just heard that there was going to be a
few official novels that would actually finish Lois & Clark as a TV series,
you know- tie in all the ends etc etc (Kinda like the unofficial 5th season
and stuff like that).

L.

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>Diyan wrote:
> >
> > Luc- the only "published" novel I know of is C.J. Cherryh's _Lois &
>Clark:
> > a Superman novel_, isbn 0-7615-0482-6, from Prima Publishing.
>
>Actually, there are three small paperback book by Michael Jan Friedman,
>as I remember. I can't remember their names or who published them
>because my copies are at my parents' house.

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Hi! I'm new here, and a friend of mine (thanks
Kara!) introduced me to the list, so I guess I'll
just be lurking for a while until I get to know
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/me waves

-Whitney

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>Hi! I'm new here, and a friend of mine (thanks
>Kara!) introduced me to the list, so I guess I'll
>just be lurking for a while until I get to know
>people :)
>
>/me waves
>
>-Whitney

Welcome, Whitney!  It's always great to have new people around here.  :)
I'm
sure I speak for us all when I say that I hope you enjoy yourself on this
list.

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Welcome aboard, Whitney!  We're always glad to get a new friend!  :)

Tara
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> Hi! I'm new here, and a friend of mine (thanks
> Kara!) introduced me to the list, so I guess I'll
> just be lurking for a while until I get to know
> people :)
>
> /me waves
>
> -Whitney
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Welcome!!  I'm relatively new here, too, but I can tell you I'm having a
ball.  Have fun lurking, but don't be afraid to come out of hiding.

Bethy

>Hi! I'm new here, and a friend of mine (thanks
>Kara!) introduced me to the list, so I guess I'll
>just be lurking for a while until I get to know
>people :)
>
>/me waves
>
>-Whitney

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