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kaethel@club-internet.fr ------=_NextPart_000_003E_01BFF966.C7AAC060-- ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2000 11:45:32 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: GGGOH Question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/28/00 10:34:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time, kathybrown91@HOME.COM writes: << This always confused me, how they could have a corn festival in November, when the corn harvest would long be past, until the S3 episode "Super Mann". In SM, we learned that the pilot did not take place in September, when it aired, but in May. That pushes all the early S1 episodes back a few months, and finally, the corn festival makes sense! :) >> To say nothing of the fact that in the pilot, which is supposedly taking place in May, everyone is wearing overcoats. Now, I realize that Metropolis is farther north than say, Virginia, but I don't think too many people are wearing overcoats in Maine by May. I have the sneaking suspicion that chronology was not an important issue with the writers, producers, and costumers of the show. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2000 13:14:11 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: GGGOH Question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 07/29/2000 11:45:57 AM Eastern Daylight Time, Aerm1@AOL.COM writes: << To say nothing of the fact that in the pilot, which is supposedly taking place in May, everyone is wearing overcoats. Now, I realize that Metropolis is farther north than say, Virginia, but I don't think too many people are wearing overcoats in Maine by May. >> Well, they might have a cool day. We do here in southern NY (the NYC area). But the bottom line is that people in Hollywood have no clue what the weather or clothing should be for anywhere in the east. I remember a Quantum Leap episode where there was an outside wedding in NY in November. No NYer in their right mind would even consider that! (Of course they also thought it was a short drive from Brooklyn to Buffalo. It would take me about 8 hours to drive that.) --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 29 Jul 2000 18:56:48 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Have fun while I'm gone :) Hi everyone, It's almost LAFF time, so I'll be off-line for the next two weeks. I'll be off-line as well as away from home, so if you send me email between tonight and mid-August, you'll have to wait for a response. Please enjoy yourselves while I'm gone, and play nice, as you (nearly ) always do. Those of you who are going to LAFF, I am looking forward to seeing you in person. :) Kathy List Mom ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 03:33:05 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: New Red Sky Part 19 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Title: Red Sky Part: 19 Author: Jenni Debbage Rating: PG-13 Feedback: I'm going to have to apologise to you all again for taking som= e time to post these next chapters, but I've been so busy getting ready for= the LAFF and making all the arrangements for my husband to be looked afte= r while I'm gone. I had hoped to finish this story before I left, but unfortunately that wasn't to be. I promise to get down to the last part when I get back from vacation.:) And as always, your comments on this story are very welcome. Chapter Eleven = Who Dares Wins The beautiful island paradise had turned into a landscape of the wor= st nightmare. Blackened trees and still burning foliage rose ghost like out= of the gloom on either side of the stately motorcar as it moved slowly through the forest. Even though it was early afternoon Jimmy had to reso= rt to switching on the headlamps; it might well have been the darkest night.= Those inside the car were silent, too horrified to comment. The onl= y sound was that of Mia occasionally passing instructions to Jimmy on which= route to take and her voice was stark with dread and sorrow. Would the home where she had spent the best years of her life still be standing or= would it, much like the countryside they traversed, be a gaunt ruin? Lois remained quietly buried in the smooth leather of the huge back seat, drumming her fingers in nervous tension on the lid of the lead cask= et cradled against her thigh. Her eyes registered the terrible devastation= but her thoughts were with her husband wherever he might be. And she had= hated to leave her children . . . . But at least they were safe . . . fo= r the time being. She was well aware that Jimmy regarded this as a foolish= undertaking and she had a slight suspicion that Clark may agree with thei= r friend. But Lois Lane was famed for taking chances and she deemed that t= he probable reward from this venture was well worth the risk. = The driver cursed loudly and yanked the steering wheel off to the le= ft in a wild attempt to avoid a drunken tree that swayed precariously in the= ir path. The car lurched to do Jimmy's bidding and bumped its way across th= e undergrowth at the edge of the road. And not a moment too soon as the tree's charred branches scraped over the roof and crashed to the ground. James Olsen was finding the going very tough. But then it was hard = to concentrate on driving while his mind went over, again and again, the fac= t that his best friend had lied to him for well over ten years. Well, perhaps lying was too strong a term, but definitely pretending to be two separate people when, in reality, he was just one person. Surely CK and Lois knew that he could be trusted to keep that secret. And just how man= y people did know . . . was Perry White one of the chosen few? And if so w= hy hadn't his editor and long time mentor told him? But Jimmy already knew the answer to that question. Perry might be one of the best newsmen in t= he business, but he was also the most stalwart of friends, one who would car= ry such a confidence to his grave. His thoughts were rudely interrupted as the wheel was jarred from hi= s hands and the two women screamed as they were pitched against the side doors of the car. The Roller's right front wheel had sloughed into a lar= ge hole created by one of the flying boulders from the earlier eruptions. F= or some worrying time the tyre spun in the soft earth of the newly hued ditc= h, seeking traction as Jimmy changed gears in an attempt to coax the vehicle= out of the trap. But the old car had been built stoutly and slowly it inched its way forward, finally lurching out of the deep indentation, carrying its passengers surely toward their destination. And suddenly, without warning they were passing beneath the arched gateway of the Valliere's estate. The stone arch was still in one piece though one side of the wrought iron gates hung perilously from one hinge while the other was nowhere to be seen, having fallen into the undergrowt= h that bordered the drive. = At her first sight of the mansion, Mia's eyes widened in disbelief. = While the perfectly manicured lawn was now a carpet of dirty ash and pitt= ed here and there with rocks and fallen trees, the house at the end of the driveway looked remarkably untouched. And yet, as the car navigated the pockmarked drive and halted in front of the sweeping staircase that led t= o the front doors, the three explorers could see that this wasn't quite tru= e. A film of greyish ash coated the entire structure; it just blended i= n more readily with the stone walls of the building. Nevertheless, as thei= r feet disturbed the residue while they mounted the stairs, the fine muck rose into the air and choked the intruders. Coughing and spluttering, bu= t undaunted the three continued on into the interior of the house. If the thunderous din of Solvan exploding had been terrifying, the eerie, pregnant silence now sent tremors up and down their spines; was th= is the calm before the storm's return? Even their tread made no sound on th= e silted tiled floors as they sped across the hallway to the main stairs; none of the three wished to tarry. Mia determinedly made her way to her bedroom and study where her precious medicines were kept, followed closely by Lois and Jimmy. = Nervously, she swung open the large door and with bated breath walked inside. The room had been tidied before the household had left for the meeting that morning and all looked spic and span. Indeed, due to the windows facing in the direction of the sea the cindery deposits were much= lighter here and the colour scheme of the room showed through its veil, proving that the lady favoured the lovely blues, pinks and lilacs of the flowering shrubbery that abounded on her native island. The elderly woma= n hurried into her den while the Metropolitans killed time by perusing Mia'= s chamber. Lois found herself examining the many photographs that covered the antique oak dressing table; a brief summarization in pictures of Mia's li= fe and the people she had shared it with. Quickly, Lois found herself stuffing some of these pictures in the large purse she had brought with her . . . Mia should have something more tangible to keep than memories o= f the life she had led. As she picked up the photos, some of people she recognised and other= s of folks she had never met, her hand touched a fine chain which was drape= d over the corner of a large picture portrait of an almost ethereal young woman and hanging on the chain a slim oval of the now familiar amber. = Lois studied the lovely pensive face that gazed at her from out of i= ts silver frame. The soft smile was very reminiscent of Tula. A gentle han= d touched Lois' shoulder and she jumped anxiously at the unexpected contact= . "My daughter-in-law," Mia explained. "She was very beautiful and ve= ry talented; Tula gets her gifts from her mother. Helene was a full-blooded= Frenchwoman and she came to the island to study her painting. She met m= y son; they fell in love and she never left, except for that last fateful time." The elderly woman's voice was coloured with sadness as she detach= ed the necklace from Lois' fingers. "She made this for my birthday, the first that she shared with me on this island. You know, Helene was the first one ever to find these stones. I was very flattered that she made = it for me. Now you must have something nice to take with you from Papillon,= so I want you to have this." "Oh no, Mia, I couldn't take your gift," Lois murmured emphatically a= nd tried to avoid her generous new friend's outstretched hands. "These are your mementos." "My dear, I don't need possessions to remember my family. They are with me always, locked here within my heart." Her right hand hovered lig= ht as a butterfly over where her heart would be. "But so many terrible thin= gs have happened to you here that I want you to have something good, somethi= ng made out of love, to remind you of my island." "To tell the truth, I already spotted these pendants in Tula's gift shop," Lois admitted with a guilty smile, "and I decided to buy one for m= y mother as a vacation gift." A glimmer of a tear shadowed the island matriarch's eye, but she dashed it away and spoke resolutely. "Sadly, Tula's shop is probably no more. So I want you to have this one for your mother." Mia slipped the delicate piece into Lois' open purse. "Please take it with my best wishes." Impulsively, Lois cast her arms around Mia's frail shoulders in a loving hug. "Hey, you guys, you have to see this!" Jimmy's awed cry cut into th= e women's emotional moment and the two scurried to join him on the balcony.= The eddying clouds had thinned and the group could see across the to= p of the devastated countryside all the way to the sea. And slightly to th= e north, where once had stood the thriving township, was a great gaping hol= e and rushing to fill the gap was a horrendous mix of molten lava and muddy= water. "Oh my god!" Lois knees almost gave out. "It's heading straight fo= r the harbour. Oh please, please let Clark be away safely." Jimmy's arm snaked around Lois' waist offering support. "Lois, tha= t was ages ago. I'm sure that Clark is aboard the Swallow and on his way t= o pick us up. Which means that we have to get outta here." Olsen's histor= y spent photographing war zones and natural disasters lent steel to his words. "If we've got everything we need let's move on. We've been here too long already." "You're right! I have all I need; we must hurry." Mia's voice was quiet but firm and with added urgency she crossed to the wooden ottoman b= y the foot of her bed and lifted the large chest she'd placed on it earlier= . "Here, Mia, let me carry that for you," a gentlemanly James Olsen offered and hoisting the medicine box into his arms with a grunt, he ushered the ladies from the room. Within minutes the three were exiting the ghostly house, surprising two very shocked young men who had taken the opportunity to leave their cramped hidey-hole to stretch their legs. In horror Lois spoke. "Joel! Julian! Just what do you think you're= doing here?" ***** Lois, once again, sat in the back seat of the car as it headed out toward their second destination. Positioned between her two sons she hel= d tightly to their hands; this time she wasn't about to let them out of her= sight. A short but unpleasant interlude had taken place outside the Vallier= e villa while a very angry Lois had bemoaned her lot as the mother of two very disobedient children. She had marched up and down before her crestfallen boys, demanding to know whatever had possessed them to try su= ch a crazy stunt. A wry smile fleetingly crossed Jimmy's face at that last statement; something about people in glass houses' sprang into his mind, but he wasn= 't about to risk his neck by repeating that out loud. The two young Kents had stood silently listening to their mother's tirade, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. It wasn't that either boy w= as afraid of Lois, they had learnt long since that she never carried out her= most outrageous threats, but she could make life very uncomfortable for both of them. What bothered them most was the fact that they had upset h= er when they knew she was already concerned about Dad. So they had waited quietly for Lois to finish her rant, a tactic they had picked up from the= ir father, knowing that she would eventually run out of steam and be more inclined to listen to their reasons. Joel and Julian disliked causing he= r anxiety, but in this case, they were determined that they would look out for Mom, whether she approved or not. The journey to the rainbow ground was, as Mia had said, only a short= distance in terms of miles. However, due to the distinct lack of visibility and the many obstacles that lay in their path which had to be circumnavigated the trip seemed unbearably long. And as he made the necessary adjustments to avoid these hazards, Jimmy gave thanks to the lo= ng dead craftsmen who had built this classic car. "Is it much further, Mia?" Lois asked in alarm. Her apprehension had increased tenfold since she discovered that her sons were also in danger. "No, my dear, not far now." Understanding the reason's behind Lois'= jumpiness, she was a mother and grandmother herself, Mia was quick to off= er what comfort she could. "We should be there very soon." = But the trail was proving ever more difficult to traverse as they drove further inland and nearer to the mountain. Fortunately they were o= n the south shoulder of the volcano and well out of the path of the lava flow. Unless . . . . "Lets hope that there are no lava trails headed in this direction,"= Jimmy added, obviously growing a little antsy himself. "And that other thing . . . pyro . . . something or other that Paul talked about." Lois fervently hoped that too. From the little that Paul had mentioned and her vague recollections of watching some TV programmes abou= t natural disasters they certainly wouldn't survive a pyroclastic flow; yes= that was the name . . . . "Pyroclastic, Jimmy." Lois informed almost distractedly. "I don't think there's anything like that coming this way. At leas= t, I don't hear anything." Joel decided it was safe to speak up. "But that= could be because my powers still aren't working properly." "You have powers too, kiddo?" Jimmy asked in amazement. Lois had intimated that this was so but to hear it from the person in question . .= . . "Hey, that's cool." "Well, yes, but they aren't all that good yet . . . and I can't fly.= = But Dad couldn't fly till he was eighteen, so I don't suppose I will either." "Is that a fact?" James Olsen had learned more about Superman in th= e past few hours than he had done in years of following the hero. Finding out this secret might not be a bad thing . . . of course, it was strictly= off the record . . . CK was his best buddy. Even if it meant winning another Pulitzer, he wasn't about to destroy his friend's private life, which was bound to happen if the secret ever got out. Which was probably= the reason why the Kents guarded the secret so closely. And another thin= g, Jimmy had just acknowledged that CK, aka Superman, was still his closest friend. His spirits rose dramatically with that realisation. He still intended giving CK a hard time . . . he deserved some small amount of revenge for being kept in the dark for so long, but that was for another time . . . when they were safe. Meanwhile, Lois was inquiring into the state of Joel's powers. "I'm sorry, Mom. For a while back there at the house, I thought the= y might be coming back . . . a little bit. I could hear the roar from the town and there wasn't anything any closer, that's why I think there's nothing headed this way . . . but my powers have gone again so I'm not sure." Joel slumped dejectedly. "Well, guys, there's certainly something." Jimmy remarked hollowly = as he stopped their vehicle once more to wipe the ash and drifting leaves fo= r the windshield, which the old car's wipers hadn't been able to cope with.= = "Boy, oh boy. I'd say that's something." = Continued in Part 20 ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 03:33:32 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: New Red Sky Part 20 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Title: Red Sky Part: 20 Author: Jenni Debbage Rating: PG-13 Feedback: I'm going to have to apologise to you all again for taking som= e time to post these next chapters, but I've been so busy getting ready for= the LAFF and making all the arrangements for my husband to be looked afte= r while I'm gone. I had hoped to finish this story before I left, but unfortunately that wasn't to be. I promise to get down to the last part when I get back from vacation.:) And as always, your comments on this story are very welcome. ~~~~~~~~~~ Everyone turned in the direction of Jimmy's pointing finger. They h= ad halted on the edge of a deep crevasse over which arched a narrow stone bridge, just large enough to accommodate one vehicle at a time. A little= way off was a sheer rock face with a tall tumble of water flowing down to= fill the stream at the floor of the gorge . . . only at present it wasn't= water that fell down the cliff, it was a crimson ribbon of hot, glowing lava. "Yikes!" "Oh, boy!" "Oh no!" Were the various comments, as the little group piled out of the car = to witness the spectacle and Mia crossed herself, giving a clear sign of whi= ch religion she followed. Thankfully, the ground on which they stood, being= of a higher elevation, seemed in no danger from the deadly stream, but ev= en from their viewpoint they could feel the heat from the boiling lava and r= ed shadows from the incandescent liquid played across their skins. = Lois moved nearer to the edge, Joel and Julian walking closely and protectively by her side. Peering over the lip, she was mesmerised by th= e bubbling cauldron far below her. The viscose lava had pooled at the foot= of the cliff face and then, finding the bed of the natural stream, seeped= along the ready-made channel. "Does that stream come out anywhere near the bungalow?" Consternati= on was clearly written on Lois' face. Dread filled visions of Clara and Nathan drowning in the red-hot river passed before her eyes. "No! The stream flows south to meet the sea and the lava seems to b= e taking that route. Your children are safe, Lois!" Mia's voice was hard edged and determined, cutting through the hysteria that was rising in Loi= s' mind. "And no doubt their father has arrived by now and we really should= hasten while the bridge is still in one piece. The place we're looking f= or is just about a half-a-mile on." = A frown creased Jimmy's brow as he regarded the ancient bridge. "Do= you think it's safe?" "Well, it has been standing for a couple of hundred years," the nati= ve islander reasoned. "And the lava is down there, not up here," Lois added. "But there has been an earthquake which might have affected it," Julian, the budding scientist, felt compelled to remind his mother. "We= should check it out first." "And how do we do that?" Jimmy enquired, already knowing the answer= and not at all happy with it. But Mia pre-empted everyone by striding resolutely onto the bridge, placing her faith in her ancestors who had built the bridge so long ago. = She began to kick and stamp on the long hued stone, peering carefully at the surface and parapets, searching for telltale cracks. She was quickly= joined in her makeshift tests by a resigned James Olsen and the two made their way slowly across the bridge. "Lois, you and the kids stay back," he advised as forcefully as he dared, aware that this was Lois he was dealing with. "There's no reason = in all of us risking our lives here." However, right now, he was addressing not Lois the reporter but Lois= the mother and she readily saw the wisdom in his instructions. If she ventured onto that bridge there would be no way she could stop her sons from following . . . and she had no intention of placing them in addition= al danger. "Hey, Joel, it's a pity your powers aren't working," Jimmy called ba= ck to the little band waiting by the motor. There was a laugh in his voice that lightened the situation. "X-ray vision would come in real handy rig= ht now." To please his uncle, Joel concentrated one more time and almost lost= his footing as his gaze seared through the outer layer of stone. In his state of shock the picture blanked out, but the youngster quickly focusse= d again and squealed in triumph. "It's working! I can see all the way through the bridge!" Joel's eyes scanned the structure from one side to the other. He was much too young to have learnt anything about engineering but there didn't appear t= o be any hidden splits in the stonework and the ground at either side of th= e bridge seemed solid enough. "I don't know much about building but it see= ms okay, Uncle Jimmy." "Then that's good enough for me," Jimmy announced returning to the road and the car with Mia hurrying in his wake. "We should get this show= on the road." And as he spoke he ushered his passengers inside the Rolle= r. Only one of his flock still stood by the ravine's edge. "Lois?! Lo-is= ! = Earth to Lois! Are you with us?" The beginnings of a puzzle were niggling at the edge of Lois' concentration; what was it about this island that caused the super powers= to fluctuate so wildy? Joel had thought his powers were returning back a= t the mansion but then in the car they vanished again only to reappear when= he was standing by the bridge . . . was there kryptonite in the car? Tha= t didn't seem possible. Since Philippe Blanc had picked them up on the roa= d the little group and its transport hadn't been subjected to any falling rocks. And surely she and the boys would have noticed the dreaded presen= ce or were they all too traumatised by the eruption that they had forgotten = to keep watch. It was more likely that the kryptonite had lain somewhere i= n the bushes and trees along the route but there weren't any pieces actuall= y around this spot. = And why was Clark more affected by the kryptonite than his children?= = Well, she could possibly explain that one; Bernie Klein had once speculat= ed that the children's earth genes might give them a certain amount of immunity to the radiation sickness. She'd have to tell him that his supposition was very likely correct. But as to the other question, there= was no way she had time to solve it. Jimmy was calling her; the immediat= e task was to pick up some of these plants and get back to the house to mee= t Clark. Shelving the question in the recesses of her mind, she ran the short distance back to the car and climbed inside. Mia's estimation had been right and they very soon reached their destination. It was easy to see why a young Paul had christened it the rainbow ground; even from the shelter of the vehicle, iridescent shades o= f green and red sparkled in the gloom. = = Again, they all piled out of the car, anxious to complete the missio= n, Lois carrying the essential lead box while Mia brought her trusty gardeni= ng tools. But they had only gone a couple of yards when Lois stopped, depositi= ng the box on the ground. "Joel, whatever are you thinking? That ground is= polluted with kryptonite. It's too dangerous for you." She brushed a so= ft hand through the hair that fell onto his forehead; it was so much like Clark's. "Please stay by the car." Her words dropped to a whisper and there was a catch in her voice. "I don't want to lose you too." Joel offered her a sympathetic smile and this time did as he was tol= d. Meanwhile, Mia was plowing into a clump of leafy green shrubs which reminded Lois of stinging nettles, except these must be minus the sting a= s the elderly woman seemed oblivious to any hurt from the plant. She watch= ed in trepidation as Julian forged on into the leafy patch. "Hey, don't they look like nettles?" Julian suggested. There was a= hint of excitement in his tone. The budding scientist in the boy was enthused by the thought of discovering something new to take back to his Uncle Bernie at Starlabs, especially since this something might help Dad = in the future. "But they're okay, Mom, they don't sting or anything." "Hmm!" At Julian's reassurance Lois hoisted up the box once more and= stepped gingerly into the shrubbery only to find that her boy was right.= = "Who would have thought that nettles had healing powers?" Lois asked wryly, amazed that in such a bizarre situation the treasure she was seeki= ng should look as ordinary as a common garden weed. = "Well, they're not strictly nettles as you know them," Mia explained= , all the while working diligently at digging up some of the smaller new plants, "though they are of the same family, and besides, nettles can be quite nutritious if prepared in just the right manner; haven't you ever heard of nettle soup?" she asked almost absentmindedly. "Nettle soup . . . ugh! I doubt if even Dad could make that taste good." Came Julian's verdict on the suggested delicacy. "Oh, does your dad cook too?" Mia enquired with an interested smile= , grateful to have the gloomy pictures of her ruined home replaced by a happier scene of the Kents' domesticity. "He's quite a talented gentleman." "He is! And he does most of the cooking . . . Mom isn't too bad now= , though I'm told that when they got married at first her cooking was a disaster. I've only been around since last year so I couldn't say if it was that bad, but she's okay with the easy things now." "Thank you, Julian, for that vote of confidence . . . I think." Lois= offered with a grin, distracted in spite of the dangerous situation they were in. "And it's just as well that you weren't too derogatory or next time Dad flew off to save the world you kids would be going hungry." "Come on guys! We don't have time for this!" Jimmy interrupted wit= h a sense of urgency. "Much as I'd like to trade stories on Lois' culinary= skills . . . I have a few little anecdotes of my own about those . . . bu= t I think they can keep till we're somewhere a little safer." They all looked a little sheepish at Jimmy's reminder of their pligh= t and Mia returned to her task with gusto. Skilfully she wielded her trus= ty trowel, as she dug into the soil around the chosen plants, extricating th= em with a small amount of earth, making sure that their root systems remaine= d undamaged. Quickly Mia transferred them to the tiny pots she had brought= with her and placed them into the lead box that Lois had now placed by he= r side. "I've made sure to leave a soil ball around the roots because the plants stand more chance of surviving if they are undisturbed in their growing medium," Mia explained. "And, of course, I think the soil conten= t is more important than the plants themselves. But your doctor friend ca= n test that out when you get home . . . ." Whatever, else Mia was going to impart remained unsaid as the ground= beneath their feet shook hugely once again. The little group staggered under the impact and tried to hold each other upright, while Joel clung t= o the door of the motorcar. The earth continued to lurch for a number of minutes, much longer than any of the other tremors they had yet experienced. Trees at the edge of the clearing swayed wildly and some we= re uprooted and crashed to the forest floor, the noise adding to the tremendous rumbling. "We have to get out of here . . . now!" Olsen instructed, bending t= o close the lid of the casket and sending the others in the direction of th= e car. "That quake was stronger than the last and so far the quakes have meant that Solvan's about to erupt." He picked up the box, there was no sense in leaving the object of their mission, and ran like hell to the ca= r, shepherding the others as he went. With as much speed as James could risk, he turned the car around in the clearing and set off in the direction they had come. Was it only his= imagination or was the road even more bumpy than before? Had the quake opened up more holes? And if the road was different, what about the brid= ge . . . ? There it was before them . . . still in one piece . . . and, utterin= g a prayer to any deity who cared to listen, James Olsen drove the car speedily onto the bridge. But today the gods weren't in a receptive mood . . . . They were almost across and Jimmy and his passengers were just about to heave a gigantic sigh of relief . . . when an ominous cracking sound heralded a subsidence in the surface of the bridge. There was deadly silence in the car's interior as the travellers assimilated their fate. With bated breath they awaited the final drop. = But, thankfully, the bridge hadn't collapsed totally . . . at least for now, though it didn't change the fact that they were in a dire predicamen= t. "Any suggestions as to what we do now?" Lois squeaked. "We get out of this car for starters," Jimmy answered. Swiftly the others complied, running to the comparative safety of th= e edge of the ravine, grateful to be on solid ground. Only Lois issued a small protest as they surveyed their immobilised transport. = "That's all very well, Jimmy, but we'll never make it back to the coast on time if we have to walk." Unspeaking, the little group studied the position of the motor; both= its large back wheels had dropped into a newly formed depression, but the= rest of the vehicle seemed untouched. "I might manage to drive it out of the hole," Jimmy suggested doubtfully. "The rest of us could push," Lois proposed, "if you think that would= help?" "That's assuming that the bridge won't give way when we walk onto it= . . ." Mia's reminder was not helpful. Joel's eyes creased in concentration . . . it worked before . . . an= d it worked again. His x-ray powers were functioning fine . . . . Maybe = it was something about this bridge . . . . Whatever the reason he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "No, I don't think it will," he spoke up, surprising his listeners a= s he continued. "The road surface sunk a bit but the bridge is still prett= y solid. At least, it looks that way to me." He added as he caught the wide-eyed stares. "You were right last time, buddy, so I'm willing to take the chance,= " Jimmy announced, astonished that he really had faith in this young boy's take on the situation. "Me too," Julian concurred. Mia opened her mouth to agree but was cut short by Jimmy interruptu= s, "No way, Mia, that car is much too heavy and I don't want you having a heart attack on us." The old lady closed her mouth, unwillingly giving into the wisdom of the words but not prepared to like them. However, she= brightened at the young man's next question. "Actually, I was hoping tha= t you could drive this thing. I mean you're the lightest adult and it'd leave Lois free to help with the pushing." "Of course, I can drive young man . . . . We may live in a backwate= r but I've been driving motor cars since before you were born." Mia sounde= d only slightly peeved at the lack of trust in her accomplishments. "And fortunately, most of the cars I've driven have been of a somewhat similar= vintage to Philippe's Rolls-Royce." Now, immensely pleased with herself,= Mia hurried back to the slanting car and, belying her years, nimbly climb= ed into the driver's seat, calling back over her shoulder. "You don't know how happy you've made me; I've been wanting to drive this monster for years, only Philippe would never allow it. He said he valued his baby' t= oo much to turn it over to my tender mercies." Trooping out onto the bridge, a slightly worried James wondered if he'd been wise to hand the driving over to Mia, however, he recognised th= at there was no way he could oust the elderly denizen from her position, so = he marched to the rear of the car with another silent prayer. Soon Jimmy, Lois and the two boys were straining their muscles again= st the weight of the heavy vehicle. Only their efforts were pretty much in vain and after a few unproductive tries they took time out for a breather= . "This thing weighs a ton," Jimmy commented, beginning to have seriou= s doubts about the success of their efforts. The apprehension, written clearly on the adults' faces, was not lost= on Joel. They needed to rescue the car from this ditch and they just as clearly couldn't do it without the added assistance of super strength. H= is vision had worked well in this spot, so perhaps he could summon up a boos= t of super power or a blast of super breath. Only he couldn't control his= breathing yet under the best of circumstances and this situation was anything but normal. No, it would have to be a super push, he just hoped= he could muster up enough strength. A quick glance at the others around him showed Joel that all three were resting their weary bodies against the back of the motor and that th= ey each had closed their eyes. Now would be a good time to act, while his m= om was too distracted to interfere. Willing his body to do his bidding, the= diminutive hero placed his shoulder to the rear wing of the car and heave= d with all his might. The car moved. Three aching bodies jerked upright in an effort to keep themselves from falling as their resting place was jolted away. But Jimmy was too slow and his backside hit the ground with a painful thump. Lois and Julian, caught unawares, stared incredulously as their miniature superman= strained to keep the heavy vehicle rolling forward. "Come on, Mom, we have to help," shouted Julian as he threw in his meagre weight to help his brother. Lois was quick to respond, leaving Jimmy sitting in shock on the ground. The photographer had seen many amazing things in the course of h= is job, but watching that small figure, who seemed no bigger built than an average boy, moving the monster of a car, left him temporally frozen to t= he spot. "Jimmy!" Lois' gasping cry broke into his daze. "We sure could use= your help here." Jimmy scurried to add his strength to that of the others, but the instant his hands touched the car they were hit by yet another quake, thi= s time of stronger velocity but luckily of shorter duration. The solid bridge snaked like a silken ribbon in the wind and a few flat boulders fr= om the parapet tumbled to the gorge below. = Lois screamed and all four clung for dear life to the rear of the motor. Though if the bridge gave way their anchor wouldn't save them fro= m falling into the fiery pit. "It's no use! It's too dangerous! We have to leave the car behind."= = As the shaking steadied, Lois grabbed the children to lead them off the bridge. "No, Mom!" Joel dug in his heels and Lois was yanked to a stop. = "Mom, I can do this. We need the car. It'd be too dangerous to walk bac= k to the house." "And we'd have to carry the boxes," Julian reminded. "We can't leav= e them behind." "The kids are right, Lois," Jimmy added. "After all, that's what we= came for. It would seem a pretty pointless exercise to go home without them." Lois was torn between the idea of taking her children and running fo= r dear life and the desire to take back what might be a cure for kryptonite= poisoning. During the last tremor the car had settled even deeper in its= pit; it seemed a hopeless task to free it. But she wasn't a quitter. "Please, Mom, trust me," Joel entreated. = There was no time to lose. Lois acceded to her son's earnest plea, = as once more she was reminded that this was not only the son of Clark Kent b= ut the son of Superman. At Lois' silent nod Jimmy took control. "Okay, Joel, do your best a= nd the rest of us lets give him some help." He peered through the dirty bac= k window. "Mia, are you all right in there?" = "Fine," came a rather shaky reply, a cough and with a thumbs up sign= . = "I'm ready whenever you are." "Okay, people, lets give this one last try and make it a good one." = = Lois couldn't help but grin as her friend gave a very good impersonation = of Perry White in full editorial command. "We'll go on three . . . one . . = . two . . ." = "Do you mean you'll say three or we push on three?" "Mom!" "Lois!" Lois shrugged in apology and Joel, believing it was time to end thi= s conversation with action, didn't wait for the others but began to lift an= d shove. Swiftly the others joined in and were amazed that somehow the loa= d seemed a whole lot lighter than before. True to his super word, Joel was= taking the strain. His body shuddered under the stress, but he wouldn't give up. And they were making a difference. Inch by tortuous inch the c= ar was lifting out of the trap. The minute the wheels hit solid ground the driver slipped the car in= to gear and the engine once again took up the strain. Mia had been ready. = She had watched Joel's progress in the wing mirror of the car and, althou= gh she too had been astounded by the child's super ability, the elderly lady= had been alert to react and she drove the car deftly off the bridge. = Meanwhile, the four pushers, aware that their position wasn't exactly secure, hurried in the vehicle's wake, only stopping to rest when they reached the safety of the ravine's edge. His herculean labours over, Joel collapsed, trembling, into the waiting arms of his mother, while Lois showered him with kisses. Julian too leaned into Lois' embrace and for a moment the little family breathlessly clung to each other for comfort. "Wow, kiddo, that was smooth . . . real smooth." And a grateful Jam= es Olsen took the youngster's hand and gave it a generous shake. This child= was just . . . super. "That was . . . ." He shook his head from side to= side, unable to find the words. "I know," Lois agreed with a laugh. "Even now it leaves me speechle= ss . . . ." "Wow, Lois Lane, speechless! That really says a whole lot!" Jimmy= teased, the escape from a fiery grave making him somewhat euphoric. = "I don't mean to interrupt your conversation," Mia called from the car, a bright smile lightening her face and softening her slight repriman= d. "But don't we have someone to meet . . . ." ***** Continued in Part 21 ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 03:33:48 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: New Red Sky Part 21 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Title: Red Sky Part: 21 Author: Jenni Debbage Rating: PG-13 Feedback: I'm going to have to apologise to you all again for taking som= e time to post these next chapters, but I've been so busy getting ready for= the LAFF and making all the arrangements for my husband to be looked afte= r while I'm gone. I had hoped to finish this story before I left, but unfortunately that wasn't to be. I promise to get down to the last part when I get back from vacation.:) And as always, your comments on this story are very welcome. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Twelve A Safe Harbour The darkness was lifting a little and the terrible pain that had sen= t him into the blackest pit had receded. True, his back still felt very so= re and, as Clark tried to lift his head from its soft resting place, his muscles screamed out in protest. A gentle hand touched his shoulder and = an unknown voice sounded close by his ear. "Don't try to move, Mr Kent, you've been through a lot and you're probably still in a lot of pain. I've given you a painkilling injection but it might not have kicked in yet. Actually, I didn't expect you to regain consciousness so soon." "Where . . ." Clark was sure that his voice could hardly be heard s= o he cleared his throat and tried again. "Where am I? And who are you?" But his companion had heard him and answered quickly. "You're on th= e Swallow, in the sickbay to be exact and my name's Freddy. I've been taki= ng care of you." As Clark became fully aware of his surroundings, he realised that he= was laying face down on a narrow bed and his head was resting on a pristi= ne white pillow. He tried once more to push himself upwards, this time with= a little more success. With a bit of a struggle he managed to get a hand underneath him and, propping himself on one arm, he turned to face the ma= n called Freddy. "I was going to put an IV into you," the medic held up the cannula a= nd gave an apologetic shrug, "but since you're conscious it isn't really necessary." The apparatus in Freddy's hands reminded Clark that he had lost his invulnerability and that he was also very thirsty. There was nothing he could do for his first problem but the latter could be remedied. "I could do with a drink," Clark suggested. And, as the medic was busy fulfilling his request, he tried to take= stock of his physical state. His whole body ached and he felt weak and lightheaded, all familiar symptoms of green kryptonite exposure. Clark turned in his bed. His breath caught in his throat as a searing pain stabbed into his back just under his left shoulder blade. The pain recalled the facts of what had befallen; he remembered tumbling over and over and when he had landed on his back something had jabbed into his flesh. That something had to have been kryptonite . . . and where was it= now? Experimentally he rippled his back muscles. It didn't appear to b= e still in his body. Freddy returned to find his patient craning his head to see over his= shoulder. "Your water," the medic held a plastic cup out to Clark. "If you feel up to eating, I could get you something light from the galley." Clark took the beaker gratefully. "No thanks, water will do for now= . = Perhaps later." Watching the dark-haired man cautiously sip at the cool liquid, Fred= dy continued to inform his charge. "We removed the piece of rock from your back, it was a pretty lethal looking splinter, and I've put in a couple o= f stitches. The bleeding has stopped now, but be careful, I doubt that it would take much to start it off again." "Thanks for all your help." Clark genuinely believed that the man h= ad probably saved his life and his husky voice conveyed the depth of his gratitude. "No sweat, it's my job and, besides, the boss said I was to take rea= l good care of you." "Your boss?" Clark's brain still felt like it was filled with cotto= n wool. = "Yeah, Roy Chen. This is his boat you're on, though you were dead t= o the world when we brought you onboard so it's not surprising you're havin= g a hard time getting it together. We only just got you into bed and like = I said I didn't expect you to wake so soon." Could the fact that the kryptonite had been removed from his body me= an that his invulnerability was returning? Clark certainly didn't feel very= super and he was still in a lot of pain and when Freddy had suggested foo= d he had felt decidedly queasy. It was most likely that the kryptonite was= still somewhere in this room and was still having some effect on him. = Which, when you thought about it, might be no bad thing. If his wounds suddenly started closing up in mere minutes then that might just make thi= s very helpful nurse extremely suspicious. = Clark was aroused from his cogitations by Freddy's words from across= the room. "You know you were a very lucky man, this rock might be small but it= s as sharp as a dagger." Freddy was picking up a metal dish from a small table and walking back towards the bed. "Hey, you might want to keep thi= s as a reminder of just how lucky you were." As he reached Clark's side he= lifted the object from the dish and offered it to his patient. The patient turned pale and the cup fell from his unsteady fingers a= s water splashed on his bare chest. "Please, no!" Clark entreated. The medic quickly deposited the rock and dish on the table by the be= d and grabbed Clark gently by the shoulders. "Take it easy, Mr Kent. You'= re still in pretty bad shape. Maybe you should lie down and rest for a bit.= " Clark allowed the man to lay him back onto his pillow but he warily eyed the green shard lying in its metal cradle. "Do you mind taking that= away," he gestured with his head toward the offending article. "I'm not = a masochist and I'd really rather not have to look at the thing that put me= here." = "No sweat, Mr Kent. Everyone to his own but you'd be surprised at what some people want as souvenirs, teeth, gall stones, even body parts. = Personally, I always thought that body parts were a bit over the top . . = . ." Shutting out the drone of Freddy's voice, Clark attempted desperatel= y to regain some of his equilibrium. He had to get out of this room and aw= ay from the influence of the kryptonite, but as long as it was sitting on th= e bedside table, staring him in the face, he doubted he could even summon t= he energy to crawl from its vicinity. And he couldn't afford to languish here on his sickbed. Lois and th= e kids were expecting him to come for them and right at this moment he couldn't even rescue himself. Help, however, was at hand, as Freddy lift= ed the metal dish and, crossing to the far corner of the room, locked it and= its contents away inside a metal wall cabinet. The relief was immediate, if not total. Traces of radiation sicknes= s still lingered and Clark knew well that he had been on the island under t= he influence of kryptonite too long for his powers to return anytime soon. = But, at least, he now felt like a regular guy, who had received a substantial, if not life threatening injury. Which was better than nothing. Maybe if he could just rest up for a while, while the boat was = in transit, then he might feel up to finding his family. Clark closed his eyes, not wholly in an attempt to stop the worthy b= ut loquacious Freddy from carrying on a fairly one-sided conversation on the= theme of patients' eccentricities, but also in the hope that when he once= again opened his eyes the room would not sway quite so much. But here, the medic's monologue took on a more informative and certainly more discomforting bent. "Oh boy!" Freddy cried as he grabbed hold of the gleaming steel counter while the sickbay rocked dramatically. "My stomach feels like it= 's on a roller coaster. There must be something pretty big happening under the ocean floor, because, you know, normally the Swallow's stabilizers ca= n cope with most of the storms we've sailed through." It was nice to know that he wasn't the only one experiencing the cabin's spinning. But on the other hand, the fact that there was movemen= t from the ocean floor was pretty disquieting . . . maybe the Swallow might= not be able to ride out Solvan's eruption after all. Clark determined no= t to allow that thought to take root in his mind; the yacht was their only available method of escape and he wasn't about to dwell on what ifs. Neither was he prepared to lay here in this bed. He had to find out= how long it would take to reach the pickup point, since it would seem a pretty certain assumption that Solvan was building up for the final act o= f destruction. Time was running out for all of them. Clark pushed himself up into a seated position and swung his legs to= the floor, fighting off the giddiness that assailed him. Thankfully, the= room had settled and apart from the steady thrum from the powerful engine= s as they thrust the vessel through the water, the motion of the boat had little effect on him. After a few moments his vertigo receded some and suddenly he became aware of his state of undress. He was wearing only hi= s underwear and his socks. "Freddy!" Clark thought that the man had named himself this. "Do y= ou have my clothes?" = The man's attention was yanked from tidying up his domain from the after effects of the Swallow's pitching to the precipitate actions of his= patient. "Hey, Mr Kent, what do you think you're doing." Freddy hustled acro= ss the room to assist his charge back into the bed. "You should be resting.= " Clark raised his hand to stop the concerned medic's progress. = "Freddy, I'm fine . . . really. You've taken real good care of me and I appreciate it, but I can't stay here. I need to be up and about to searc= h for my family. So if you'd just give me my clothes . . . ." There was a touch of steel in Clark's voice and instinctively Freddy= made to comply, only there was a problem. "Well, that might be difficult= ," came the rather sheepish answer. "We didn't know how badly you were injured and in our haste . . . we sorta cut you out of your clothes. But= it's not a problem. You can wear a pair of my scrubs. We're about the same height . . . though you might be a little bit broader than me . . ."= = This was indeed an understatement. " But the scrubs are loose, so there shouldn't be a problem . . . ." How come everyone whom Clark met when he was parted from his wife ha= d this tendency to babble? It reminded him of just how much he missed the genuine article. "Fine, Freddy. They'll do nicely . . . ." And Clark raised his eyebrows expectantly, giving the man no other option but to fetch the suggested clothing. But clearly something else was amiss as the medic seemed decidedly abashed. "Freddy!" Clark prompted. "I sure am sorry about your glasses, Mr Kent," that was said in a rush. "We just didn't know that they were tucked up in there and they fe= ll on the floor . . . and to cut a long story short, one of the guys who brought you in here stepped on them . . . I'm afraid they're well passed repairing . . . ." Oh boy, that was a problem but, if he looked as bad as he felt, and = he was pretty certain that he did, Clark surmised that no-one would be likel= y to connect poor, sick Mr Kent to the super hero. "Don't worry about it, Freddy, these things happen and I have a spar= e pair at the bungalow. Now, if you have that suit." = Within minutes a crisp green tunic and pants were produced, which t= he medic handed, a little reluctantly, to Clark. Freddy still wasn't convinced that his patient was ready to leave his care, but he'd also retrieved Clark's shoes and resignedly set about cleaning them up as the injured man carefully dressed himself. Truthfully, Clark was also not as confident in his recovery as he pretended, yet he was determined to get up on deck to find out what was happening. With slow but deliberate actions he finished dressing and was= grateful when Freddy, without commenting, knelt in front of him to slip h= is sneakers on his feet; somehow he just knew that if he'd bent down to tie his laces he'd never have managed to get up again. In the same way, when he was fully clothed, Clark accepted the medic= 's help to rise and clung to him with just a touch of embarrassment as he waited for the room to settle down. "Thank you, Freddy," Clark whispered as he shook the man's hand then= made his way slowly to the door. "Glad to be of service," the jaunty medic's reply followed him. "Go= od luck . . . . You'll need it. We'll all need it." But Clark didn't hear= Freddy's last mumbled comment as the door closed on his determined ex-patient. ***** After a torturously laboured climb to the upper deck, Clark finally found his way onto the bridge, where the captain and the yacht's owner we= re busily conferring over a chart of the island's coast line. Following a f= ew moments of deliberation, the skipper altered course and obediently the Swallow's stern slipped inwards toward, what the crew hoped, would be the= chosen cove. "What's happening? Where are we?" Clark announced his arrival with= the questions that were uppermost in his mind. Roy Chen was shocked by his guest's arrival and even more shocked by= his appearance, the man looked liked he was being held aloft by strings. "Clark! What are you doing, man? You ought to be still in the sickbay." "Roy, I couldn't stay there while Lois and the children are in dange= r. I need to know what's going on." = Still, Clark had to admit that Chen had a point, he did feel decided= ly shaky and he certainly didn't argue when both Roy and his captain escorte= d him to the skipper's chair, a highly elevated swivel contraption which wa= s thankfully made of heavily padded leather. "Thanks," Clark muttered as he eased himself back into the comfortab= le seat. = He didn't want to seem ungrateful, but he was growing just a little= frustrated at how helpless he felt and how reliant on others for his well= being he had become. Peering through the large glass frontage of the bridge, from his perch he could see only a swirling dirty fog. Obviously= , the captain was relying on his instruments to find his way and, fortunately, the Swallow did support all the state of the art equipment that was available in the world today. But oh for just a snippet of supe= r vision to see through the murk and perhaps even spy Lois and his kids waiting at the shoreline. "By Skip's reckoning, we should be sailing into your bay right now,"= Roy answered Clark's earlier question, "and we should be seeing the coastline any minute, though in this smog I wouldn't count on it." "That's great, Roy!" And for the first time in an age, Clark sounde= d animated. "I can't wait to see Lois again." And to hold her, was the overwhelming desire that occupied his mind. A sudden swell threatened to evict Clark from his chair and he clung= , white- knuckled, to the leather arms while the other occupants of the bridge grabbed for anything that would steady them. "What's happening?!" The shaken super hero was almost afraid to ask= , but he needed confirmation of his own and the medic's earlier, less than expert, opinion. "I'd guess that the volcano is having an effect on the ocean floor a= nd creating mini- tidal waves." It was the captain who answered. "Yeah, that's what I thought," came Clark's dejected reply. "If Solvan blows what do you suspect will happen?" There was a very pregnant pause. "My guess would be a full-blown tidal wave." "Would the Swallow survive?" This from Roy Chen. "If we can make enough water . . . yeah, that would be my take." "Then the sooner we can get in and out of here the better." Roy didn't doubt his captain's assessment of the danger that threatened, yet = he wasn't about to abandon these people on the island while he hightailed it= to safety. "What about the other smaller boats?" Clark couldn't help but worry= about the rest of the island community. Again the more experienced seaman answered. "That's more difficult = to say . . . some of the more powerful fishing boats might be okay but I certainly wouldn't like to be in some of the craft we've spotted. We've been picking up survivors from the little boats and telling the others to= get the hell outta here. And we've been sending out an SOS since this whole thing started and we've even had a couple of replies. Help is on t= he way but no one is that close." A young crew man who was standing in the background decided to join this conversation. "Hey, if this thing's hit the news wires, maybe Superman will show up to help!" All eyes turned at the boy's suggestion, all except Clark's whose ga= ze started studying the floor; he echoed the young sailor's expectations. A= nd he was feeling stronger; if only he could keep away from kryptonite then perhaps his super powers would return. Of course, a quick burst of sunshine would work wonders. Right now, however, he had to quash the hop= e that had appeared on all their faces. "I'm sure Superman will get here if he can, but I don't think we should rely on his help. We have to do what we can ourselves." Clark wondered just how often he would have to reiterate this point. Had peopl= e become so reliant on the Man of Steel that their own survival skills had become blunted? If so, that wasn't an entirely healthy situation. "I agree," Chen seconded with a good deal of enthusiasm. Adrenalin was pumping through Roy's veins and he was beginning to enjoy the challenge; trying to outwit Solvan was almost a bigger rush than trying t= o ride the stock market. = In Chen's case it seemed that Clark's assumption was wrong. As the= young tycoon surmounted every obstacle that was thrown in his path, he appeared to grow in confidence. A circumstance that Clark was happy to encourage. "Good, Roy! This rescue shouldn't take too much time. No doubt Loi= s, the kids and the others are standing on the shore wondering what's taking= us so long." And proving that lady luck was really on their side, the mists began= to clear and a thinly veiled sun shot a bolt of light on the water-lapped= beach, revealing a straggling group of worried watchers. "There they are," shouted the youngest crew member exuberantly, pointing out through the window and almost bouncing in his excitement. The captain raised his binoculars to his eyes and with a quick word verified the other man's sighting. The Swallow edged closer and orders were given for the smaller powerboat to be launched. A feeling of optimi= sm permeated the yacht; they would make the pickup and be off before Solvan did his worst, sailing out to the open sea and safety. Remaining on the bridge from where he had a clear view of the cove, Clark scanned the area and for a number of minutes it didn't register tha= t he was seeing the same view as the skipper had through his spyglasses. = Those waiting were strung out along the beach and they were jumping = up and down and waving wildly with relief and joy. There was Clara, supporting a huge grin, and Nathan was being held in a woman's arms. A woman who was smiling happily and pointing to the boat . . . a woman who wasn't Lois. A shiver of fear ran down Clark's spine as he scanned the sands. = There were his two youngest children and Tula and Paul and the Blancs, flanked by a few other strangers. There was even a small pile of luggage= . . . but no Lois or Joel or Julian. What had happened? Where were they? = And for that matter, he couldn't see Jimmy either. He raised his sight to the cliff tops and only then did he realise that his telescopic vision had returned, along with his x-ray powers as h= e searched inside the bungalow for his lost wife and family. Turning his thoughts inside himself he sought the connection which h= e always shared with Lois. The link still held strong. A great feeling of= relief swept through him, to be followed swiftly with one of exasperation= . "Lo-is! Whatever scheme are you up to now?!" And Clark, forgetting that he was a sick man, pushed himself out of his chair and marched determinedly out to the deck. ***** Chapter Thirteen Red Sky at Night The journey back to the coast was, in comparative terms, fairly uneventful. A few minor shakes had given the passengers of the Rolls Roy= ce some anxious moments, but while they drew nearer to the sea where the clouds had lifted somewhat, so too did their spirits. They had been successful. Now locked securely in the box by Lois' feet were the precious plants which would be transported back to Starlabs= and to the investigations of Bernie Klein. And if Lois' gut instincts we= re correct then, for the first time, Clark and their children might have som= e protection against the poisonous kryptonite. Mad Dog Lane could not resi= st the temptation to crow, at least internally. Which was not a wise emotio= n to throw in the face of the gods. = They backtracked along the same route as the outward trip, bypassing= the lava and mud river that had engulfed the remains of the thriving litt= le town. Was it only yesterday that they'd traversed this road on the way back from the Valliere's home? So much had happened in the interim that = it seemed like light years ago. A feeling of surrealism permeated the motorcar as the occupants sat silently reviewing their own thoughts, passing only a few disjointed comments as they made their way to the bungalow and hopefully, rescue. Joel appeared to be almost asleep and his mother presumed that his amazing trial of super strength had left him drained of all energy. Lois= passed her arm around his deceptively small shoulders, drawing him closer= to her warmth and comfort. Over his dark head she caught the eye of her eldest son, who had chosen to sit on Joel's other side in an attempt to offer his own support. Brown eyes gazed into blue in mutual understandin= g that they would both do whatever they could to help and sustain Joel, the= ir phenomenal superboy. Not for the first time, Lois wondered how she could ever have been wary of admitting Julian into the close ranks of her family. This forlor= n young orphan had quickly carved out a place in her heart that would be forever his. A shared experience of childhood trauma, of isolation and insecurity had forged a bond between the two that none of the other famil= y members shared or wholly understood. And while Lois dearly loved all her= children, it sometimes seemed that it was with Julian that she shared the= closest connection. Perhaps it was the fact that in this remarkable family, Lois and Julian were the only two pure bred Earth humans' and, as= had been discovered on this island, sometimes human abilities were the on= ly thing that stood between the Kryptonians and extinction. Once more it ha= d been proved that together they were stronger than one alone. Round the final bend in the road, safety beckoned, but Solvan had no= t been appeased. With a roar that seemed to herald the ends of the Earth, Solvan hurled his fury into the air. ***** Continued in Part 22 ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 05:15:35 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: GGGOH Question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Thank you! This not only settles that question but answers a lot of others. --- Kathy Brown wrote: >> It aired in the November, but it really would have most likely taken place in July. July would be prime harvest time for corn, thus the time to hold the Corn Festival. >> This always confused me, how they could have a corn festival in November, when the corn harvest would long be past, until the S3 episode "Super Mann". >>In SM, we learned that the pilot did not take place in September, when it aired, but in May. That pushes all the early S1 episodes back a few months, and finally, the corn festival makes sense! :) Kathy<< ===== The D8As - AIM id is mrd8astl Matthew 23:37-39, Romans 1:19-32, 2 Chronicles 7:13-14 Go to WWW.FREEWWWEB.COM for the best Free Internet access! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 12:28:58 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: New Red Sky Part 21 Jenni, how could you?! Part 21, that's what I'm referring to! You had this written and you didn't show it to me! s p o i l e r s p a c e Poor Clark! As we suspected, the Kryptonite was still in the same room. Good to see he's regaining some strength, and some of his Super-powers. You wouldn't be setting the scene for more people to find out who he is, would you? It occurred to me that, since he doesn't have his glasses, you might want to suggest that he makes some effort to ensure that his hair looks untidy and flops over his forehead or something, so that it looks as little like Superman's as possible. I really feel for him, standing on the deck of that boat in the middle of a volcanic eruption, able to see Nathan and Clara at the harbour but with Lois and the others nowhere in sight and him apparently having no means of saving them without compromising his identity. Have a great time at LAFF, but remember, WE WANT MORE!! Wendy :) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 00:38:43 +0100 Reply-To: "yconnell@ukf.net" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: yconnell Subject: Re: Yet another little game... answers MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I won? Wow! It's ages since I won anything Mind you, I did have an unfair advantage, since I wrote or co-wrote two of them, just finished beta-reading WLST, and reviewed at least part of Jenni's when we met up in person. So maybe someone else deserves the *real* winner's mantle! Yvonne (yconnell@ukf.net) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 01:00:00 +0100 Reply-To: "yconnell@ukf.net" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: yconnell Subject: Re: GGGOH Question MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Well, speaking as a British viewer, I never expect 'airing time' to coincide with 'real time' - except with our home-grown soaps. I don't even notice if I'm watching an autumnal scene in the middle of January, for instance ;) Not to mention the fact that the order of eps gets changed around, so you can end up going backwards in time - if you let that sort of thing bother you . Yvonne (yconnell@ukf.net) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 04:49:38 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nene Subject: Re: Yet another little game... answers MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Yvonne wrote: > I won? Wow! It's ages since I won anything And that's a real shame! You should have won a Kerth for your wonderful stories, Yvonne. I loved them, all of them, and I can't wait to FOD III to be finished (hint!). Thanks for the hours of reading enjoyment you gave us so far...and keep writing! :)) Elena :) nene2811@tin.it ICQ # 42697787 AIM Nene2811 LenaE on IRC ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 03:00:59 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Happy Birthday Dean! ;-.) Comments: To: DeanCainFans@egroups.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I just wanted to be the first person to wish Dean Cain a very, very, very Happy 34th Birthday!!! =) Love, Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 05:48:40 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Happy Birthday Dean! ;-.) Alexis wrote: > I just wanted to be the first person to wish Dean Cain a very, very, very > Happy 34th Birthday!!! =) > > Love, > Alexis ;-.) > That's kind, Alexis. Do you think he reads this list? Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 11:35:12 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: For those of you that what to read all the 7 Days of Superman MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit << I will be updating this link as I post Parts. If you would prefer this to having the actual story put here, please let me know.>> James, Au contrair (probably horribly mispelled) I would like 7 days posted to the listserv in its entirety. I do belong to the message boards and have gotten story parts there but as I posted to a question recently I prefer this forum for a number of reasons not the least of which is I get a more printer ready copy here. Also, I find the message boards harder to use - sorry Zoom - and replies more difficult to post. That's me of course. In the end I often replace a story with the archive version when it makes it there and that becomes my official keeper but you've all got me hooked so I can't wait for the archive. The story is very interesting by the way, even if - as in my case - you've never watched 7 days. Please hurry up and finish it. My legs are getting tired from sitting on the edge of my seat for so long. (BG) Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 09:12:57 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Loyal 7 days of Superman readers: was (Re: For those of you) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Okay, I will keep posting the part here, with the link. ;-) Everyone will be happy to know that I have Parts 20 - 23 outlined. I just have to write them. :D I will be going on vacation August 3-6 and so will be without internet access. :( But I hope to have at least one, if not two, parts ready for you. The action is gearing up, WHAMS ahead. James ===== The D8As - AIM id is mrd8astl Matthew 23:37-39, Romans 1:19-32, 2 Chronicles 7:13-14 Go to WWW.FREEWWWEB.COM for the best Free Internet access! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 12:18:17 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Re: Happy Birthday Dean! ;-.) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/31/00 5:49:11 AM EST, wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes: << That's kind, Alexis. Do you think he reads this list? Wendy >> LOL! For a minute there i thought i was going to get raked over the coals from my post! If I was supposed to put OT next to it then I'm sorry...I just got back from a Dean movie marathon so I was a bit tired. Dean has been made aware of this list, I don't know if he reads it and if he does or doesn't, it doesn't matter to me. I just wanted to send him a birthday message no matter where he is. =) Alexis ;-.) "People are fickle and this business is fickle. You can be happening right now. And, then, just get smoked." -Dean Cain ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 12:49:42 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Genine Murray Subject: Re: Happy Birthday Dean! ;-.) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit And I guess I'll be the third person! Happy 34th Birthday Dean! :-) I don't care if he reads the list or not ... that's never stopped us before! I just want to send my wishes out there ... Genine SuperGem4@aol.com In a message dated 7/31/00 6:49:11 AM Eastern Daylight Time, wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes: > Alexis wrote: > > > I just wanted to be the first person to wish Dean Cain a very, very, very > > Happy 34th Birthday!!! =) > > > > Love, > > Alexis ;-.) > > > > That's kind, Alexis. Do you think he reads this list? > > > Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 17:57:23 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is one for you Americans out there. What are those large motorised camping vehicles called? The large things which sleep a whole family and have just about all the comforts of home. Yes - silly question, but one has to make a (very minor) appearance in my current fic, and I can't think of the name! Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 10:58:01 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Re: Question for a fic In-Reply-To: <018a01bffb10$65b3e480$916105a0@hrm.keele.ac.uk> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy wrote: >This is one for you Americans out there. What are those large motorised >camping vehicles called? The large things which sleep a whole family and >have just about all the comforts of home. Do you mean a 'motor home'? Those are powered by their own engine. Or there's what we call a 'fifth wheel,' which is just like a motor home with all the amenities, but is actually towed behind a truck. But it's not connecting to the truck's trailer hitch, but rather to a special hitch in the bed of the truck. Or a 'trailer' would be pulled by connecting it to the truck hitch. And last but not least, there's the much cheaper 'camper' that is just a small version of a motor home, but sits IN the bed of the truck. Aren't you sorry you asked? Hey, I *am* in camping country. Erin :) __________________ erink@ida.net Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 12:09:58 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LaNita Cornwall Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" I think you want RV's Wendy. Recreational Vehicles. Driver and passenger seat in front with kitchen, bath, bedrooms, etc in back. Usually they pull some type of small car behind them for traveling around after they set up in a campground. Take up lots of room in Walmart parking lots. quinn -----Original Message----- From: Erin Klingler [SMTP:erink@IDA.NET] Sent: Monday, July 31, 2000 11:58 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Question for a fic Wendy wrote: >This is one for you Americans out there. What are those large motorised >camping vehicles called? The large things which sleep a whole family and >have just about all the comforts of home. Do you mean a 'motor home'? Those are powered by their own engine. Or there's what we call a 'fifth wheel,' which is just like a motor home with all the amenities, but is actually towed behind a truck. But it's not connecting to the truck's trailer hitch, but rather to a special hitch in the bed of the truck. Or a 'trailer' would be pulled by connecting it to the truck hitch. And last but not least, there's the much cheaper 'camper' that is just a small version of a motor home, but sits IN the bed of the truck. Aren't you sorry you asked? Hey, I *am* in camping country. Erin :) __________________ erink@ida.net Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 18:19:01 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks, Lanita, Erin and Rachel. Okay, now I'm confused. I've heard of RVs, and I think that's what I had in mind. So what's the difference between an RV and a motor home? (And which one might be considered a more 'boring' thing to own? ) Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 13:22:02 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/31/00 1:07:09 PM Eastern Daylight Time, cornwall@WC.EDU writes: << I think you want RV's Wendy. Recreational Vehicles. Driver and passenger seat in front with kitchen, bath, bedrooms, etc in back. Usually they pull some type of small car behind them for traveling around after they set up in a campground. Take up lots of room in Walmart parking lots. >> And a very famous brand name of RVs is Winnebago -- which is the term they used in GGOH, when Wayne Irig was being forced to tell Lois and Clark that he had left Smallville and headed west. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 11:19:36 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Re: Question for a fic In-Reply-To: <01c101bffb13$6b882c60$916105a0@hrm.keele.ac.uk> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy wrote: >Okay, now I'm confused. I've heard of RVs, and I think that's what I had in >mind. So what's the difference between an RV and a motor home? (And which >one might be considered a more 'boring' thing to own? ) An 'RV' is the generalized term for all the vehicles I mentioned in my post. It's like 'car' is teh generalized term for 'sedan, coupe,' etc. 'RV' would work fine if you're not being picky, and it sounds like it's just a small part of your story. If yoy wanted to be more detailed, pick one of the many 'RV's' that I mentioned. ;) Hope this helps clear it up! Erin :) __________________ erink@ida.net Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 12:32:04 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LaNita Cornwall Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Wendy, I'm not sure what you mean by boring???? quinn -----Original Message----- From: Wendy Richards [SMTP:w.m.richards@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK] Sent: Monday, July 31, 2000 12:19 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Question for a fic Thanks, Lanita, Erin and Rachel. Okay, now I'm confused. I've heard of RVs, and I think that's what I had in mind. So what's the difference between an RV and a motor home? (And which one might be considered a more 'boring' thing to own? ) Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 18:29:25 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > I'm not sure what you mean by boring???? Well, I meant that a son or daughter in their late teens/early twenties might be embarrassed to admit that their parents owned such a thing! Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 11:28:56 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Re: Question for a fic In-Reply-To: <01e301bffb14$df8953e0$916105a0@hrm.keele.ac.uk> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit >> I'm not sure what you mean by boring???? > >Well, I meant that a son or daughter in their late teens/early twenties >might be embarrassed to admit that their parents owned such a thing! Actually, I don't think any of the RV's would be considered boring, especially since they tend to be rather expensive and kind of prestigious. My hubby's friend just bought a motor home, and it was $98,000!!! That's way more than my house even cost!! geez. So having one (even an older one that's considerably cheeper) probably wouldn't be an embarrassing thing. At least not around here in camping country. Erin :) __________________ erink@ida.net Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 12:39:09 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LaNita Cornwall Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Since RV's cost a fortune for really nice ones ($100,000 and up) maybe you should consider one of the travel trailer types that hook onto the back of the family car and get towed. The Gulf (?) Airstreams were the originals, I think. They look like big shiny, silver bullets. The kind of thing Lucy and Ricky took their vacation in back in the fifties for that movie they made. Maybe a used one of those??? They would probably embarrass a teenage. quinn -----Original Message----- From: Wendy Richards [SMTP:w.m.richards@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK] Sent: Monday, July 31, 2000 12:29 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Question for a fic > > I'm not sure what you mean by boring???? Well, I meant that a son or daughter in their late teens/early twenties might be embarrassed to admit that their parents owned such a thing! Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 11:36:20 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Re: Question for a fic In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Quinn wrote: > maybe you >should consider one of the travel trailer types that hook onto the back of >the family car and get towed. The Gulf (?) Airstreams were the originals, I >think. They look like big shiny, silver bullets. The kind of thing Lucy >and Ricky took their vacation in back in the fifties for that movie they >made. Maybe a used one of those??? > >They would probably embarrass a teenage. LOL!!! Okay, I admit it. That would probably indeed embarrass a teen. Erin :) __________________ erink@ida.net Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 12:47:59 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LaNita Cornwall Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Especially, if it was a beat up version. Or you could always get a redone school bus like the hippies used to travel around in, painted with dayglo flowers... quinn -----Original Message----- From: Erin Klingler [SMTP:erink@IDA.NET] Sent: Monday, July 31, 2000 12:36 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Question for a fic Quinn wrote: > maybe you >should consider one of the travel trailer types that hook onto the back of >the family car and get towed. The Gulf (?) Airstreams were the originals, I >think. They look like big shiny, silver bullets. The kind of thing Lucy >and Ricky took their vacation in back in the fifties for that movie they >made. Maybe a used one of those??? > >They would probably embarrass a teenage. LOL!!! Okay, I admit it. That would probably indeed embarrass a teen. Erin :) __________________ erink@ida.net Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 11:52:37 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Re: Question for a fic In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit >Especially, if it was a beat up version. Or you could always get a redone >school bus like the hippies used to travel around in, painted with dayglo >flowers... > >quinn Hey, there you go, Wendy! Quinn nailed it. Are your characters hippies? That would be hysterical. Kind of like 'Dharma and Greg.' ;) It would be hysterical! Didn't the Partridge Family have a bus like Quinn's describing? That show was a little before my time, so I'm not sure. Erin :) __________________ erink@ida.net Visit my LNC/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 14:24:47 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 7/31/00 1:59:44 PM Eastern Daylight Time, erink@IDA.NET writes: << Didn't the Partridge Family have a bus like Quinn's describing? That show was a little before my time, so I'm not sure. >> The Partridge Family had an actual bus, I believe -- like country music stars use, only painted with flowers and what-not. I don't think that something reminiscent of the hippie era would necessarily be boring to a teenager or young adult, though. There are a lot of young people in the US today who like the "retro 70s" style. VW Beetles and Vans are quite popular with them. If you want to be embarassing, an Airstream would be good, or perhaps a pop-up trailer/camper. This is a trailer bottom with a top made of tent canvas. When pulled behind the car (definitely a station wagon), the top goes down flat. When you park it, the top "pops" up, and it's a combination of tent and RV. Definitely low-budget and not too cool. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 11:27:44 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii My cousins relations did that. The converted an old school bus into a traveling motor home. It didn't look like much on the outside. And they painted it an awful combination of Forest Green, Royal Purple, and Royal Blue. Inside it was very nice, but the outside... James ===== The D8As - AIM id is mrd8astl Matthew 23:37-39, Romans 1:19-32, 2 Chronicles 7:13-14 Go to WWW.FREEWWWEB.COM for the best Free Internet access! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 11:38:17 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: Question for a fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii --- "Ann E. McBride" wrote: > In a message dated 7/31/00 1:59:44 PM Eastern > Daylight Time, erink@IDA.NET > writes: > > << Didn't the Partridge Family have a bus like > Quinn's describing? > That show was a little before my time, so I'm not > sure. > >> > > The Partridge Family had an actual bus, I believe -- > like country music stars > use, only painted with flowers and what-not. > > I don't think that something reminiscent of the > hippie era would necessarily > be boring to a teenager or young adult, though. > There are a lot of young > people in the US today who like the "retro 70s" > style. VW Beetles and Vans > are quite popular with them. Or, instead of the hippie type bus, have a used one that Ellen has redecorated more to her own taste. Can we say 'chintz'? (g) I can just perfect the bus with tastefully elegant curtains at the window. > > If you want to be embarassing, an Airstream would > be good, or perhaps a > pop-up trailer/camper. This is a trailer bottom > with a top made of tent > canvas. When pulled behind the car (definitely a > station wagon), the top > goes down flat. When you park it, the top "pops" > up, and it's a combination > of tent and RV. Definitely low-budget and not too > cool. We call those tent-trailers. They have the added attraction of making sure that however many people are travelling together, they're all crammed into a car that's chugging along with the trailer following behind. Irene ===== www.communities.msn.com/equestrianmusic __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 15:00:58 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Loyal 7 days of Superman readers: was (Re: For those of you) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 07/31/2000 12:14:18 PM Eastern Daylight Time, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes: << I will be going on vacation August 3-6 and so will be without internet access. :( >> Well, there are libraries, airports, friends... If you're determined, you can find a way... --Laurie ;) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 13:03:58 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: Loyal 7 days of Superman readers: was (Re: For those of you) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii LOL, I didn't know that y'all were that desperate for my story. I like it. :) James (: --- No Name Available wrote: > In a message dated 07/31/2000 12:14:18 PM Eastern > Daylight Time, > mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes: > > << I will be going on vacation August 3-6 and so > will be > without internet access. :( >> > > Well, there are libraries, airports, friends... If > you're determined, you can > find a way... > > --Laurie ;) ===== The D8As - AIM id is mrd8astl Matthew 23:37-39, Romans 1:19-32, 2 Chronicles 7:13-14 Go to WWW.FREEWWWEB.COM for the best Free Internet access! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 16:40:54 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: kubitc Subject: Re: Question for a fic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit >I don't think that something reminiscent of the hippie era would necessarily >be boring to a teenager or young adult, though. There are a lot of young >people in the US today who like the "retro 70s" style. VW Beetles and Vans >are quite popular with them. Ann's right that many teens like 60s and 70s styles. However, if you take the same styles out of their closets and put them into their parents', well, then, it's a different story. What's cool for a teen to have/wear is most likely un-cool for his/her parents. So even though a teen might not mind traveling around in a retro RV with friends, doing so with her parents would be totally un-cool. Erin mentioned that RVs themselves are expensive and not necessarily un-cool, but I think that depends, perhaps on the area of the country and the prevalance of RVs. Where I'm from (at least when I was in high school), RVs were definately not considered cool, expensive or not. In fact, here they aren't even "cool" for my parents' generation (Baby-Boomers); the only people I know who own/like RVs are retired. Christy kubitc@kenyon.edu "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." -Michaelangelo ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 17:01:38 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: Loyal 7 days of Superman readers: was (Re: For those of you) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Larus2407@AOL.COM (No Name Available) --Laurie ;) <> Yes and according to my Ben - in Europe there are 'Internet Cafeterias' so there's no excuse James. Seconding the above. (BG) Have a great vacation. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 16:18:34 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Question for a fic Thanks for the suggestions, everyone! You wouldn't believe how tiny a plot element this is... Lucy is rolling her eyes at the knowledge that the man her mother wanted to invite along to a family weekend (as a suitable partner for Lucy) was going to bring his parents' Winnebago! - and yes, I've gone with the Winnebago. Thanks again - this list is a great resource! Wendy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 17:29:00 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: Happy Birthday Dean! ;-.) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Here's my birthday wish. Happy Birthday Daddy Dean Thanks for the pleasure you brought to so many of us on screen and in person. May you continue to have joy in your own personal and professional life. You are still a 'Super' guy. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 23:02:21 +0100 Reply-To: "yconnell@ukf.net" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: yconnell Subject: Re: Yet another little game... answers MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Elena wrote: > And that's a real shame! You should have won a Kerth for your wonderful > stories, Yvonne. I loved them, all of them, and I can't wait to FOD III to > be finished (hint!). Thanks for the hours of reading enjoyment you gave us > so far...and keep writing! :)) > Thank you, Elena! That's so kind of you to say :) I'm working hard on FOD III - one of these days I might even finish it. Yvonne (yconnell@ukf.net)