From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG0008B" ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 13:49:07 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: OT: LAFF Report?? In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Hey LAFFers?! Are those of us who didn't get to go to LAFF going to get a >full report or what? I've been dying to hear how things went! > >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." >__________________ Hi Erin!!! So sorry you could not make it because I was looking forward to meeting you:( However, I plan to post a report to all and sundry as soon as I can sit down and compose it:) I just wanted to say I had a fabulous time, it was delightful meeting so many FoLCs and I am so appreciative of all the good humor, sharing, chat and meeting of minds that took place:) This is a really generous, friendly, affable, and kind group of people, for sure! I'll be in touch, Carolyn ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 13:12:51 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: alauters Subject: Time Elapsed 16/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit *** “Ken!” Sam plastered the biggest smile he could manage on his face as he held a hand out to his old friend. “It’s great to see you!” “Sam,” Ken Siefert greeted him coolly. “How are you?” “Well, fine, I guess, considering,” Sam let his face sober. “Thanks for agreeing to see me. Hey, Pierre!” Sam called the maitre’d. “Reservations for two, under Lane.” “Oui, monsieur,” the maitre’d beckoned. “This way, please.” He led the men to a secluded booth in the corner of the restaurant, then left. Over the top of his menu, Sam looked at the man who had a hand in the break up of his family. ‘Keep it cool, Lane,’ Sam reminded himself. Out loud, Sam said, “It’s been years, Ken.” “Indeed,” Siefert’s husky voice made the word sound almost profane. “What prompts this meeting?” “Well, as you might know, Ken, Ellen was injured in a car accident a couple of days ago. The kids did a little investigating, and they don’t think she was in control of the vehicle. Along the way, they unearthed some information that shows you were responsible for the infusion of money I just got to create this new gadget I’m working on, and I just want to say, I’m grateful,” Sam deliberately glossed over the fine points. He wanted Siefert to have just enough information -- enough to whet his appetite for more. “I never expected you to find out, Sam,” Ken said. “I just thought you’d be the best man for the job.” Looking a little like an overeager puppy, Sam pounced on that statement. “Well, after the scandals of recent years, my career has taken a really big hit. It’s just, well, I never expected to get it back on track.” Breathlessly, Sam paused. “I can’t thank you enough.” Siefert let his smile warm a little. “It was nothing, Sam.” He sipped from his water glass. “I must say, however, I’m intrigued by how you might have found out it was me.” “Oh, well, you know Lois,” Sam smiled indulgently as their server brought a bottle of wine to the table. “There’s just no stopping that girl when she gets an idea in her pretty head.” Outside in the Jeep, Lois’s jaw dropped. “I’ll give him pretty,” she muttered, listening closely. In the restaurant, Siefert raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t seen her in some time. I guess I wouldn’t know.” “That’s right,” Sam said. “When was the last time you saw my Lois, anyway?” “I’d say she was about four the last time I took her, Lucy and Ellen on an outing,” Siefert replied. “How is she doing?” Sam smiled. “She’s doing quite well. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of her. Lois Lane’s name is well known among readers of the Daily Planet.” “Oh, yes,” Siefert said. “I guess I never put that together before. I can’t believe how much she’s grown.” “She’s married, too, to a great man. Her partner at the paper. He makes a fine son-in-law, that Clark Kent,” Sam rambled on. In the Jeep, Lois winced. “Get to the point, Daddy,” she whispered. At the table, Siefert poured wine as he asked, “So Lois got a bee in her bonnet, did she?” “What? Oh, yes,” Sam held out his glass. “She got it in her head that Ellen wasn’t responsible for the crash. Despite all evidence to the contrary.” He shook his head. “That girl of mine, I tell you, she’s as stubborn as they come.” “She always was,” Siefert said. Casually, he asked, “What made her think Ellen wasn’t responsible for the crash?” “Oh, well, Ellen apparently was drinking bourbon in the car, but she never used to drink bourbon. I think that’s what got her started,” Sam sipped his wine. “Of course, we know what a lush Ellen used to be. She could drink anything.” “Ellen wasn’t always a lush, Sam,” Siefert’s eyes began to heat a little. “She was a beautiful young woman with an absentee husband.” Sam looked over the top of his glass at Siefert. “I had a career to think about, Ken.” “Yes, you always did tend to put that first, didn’t you?” Siefert visibly struggled to keep his temper. “Those poor girls never had their father around, did they?” “True, but we’ve made up for it some,” Sam replied comfortably. “And of course, you helped give them some kind of father figure.” “If I did, it was because you weren’t there, Sam,” Siefert said. “It was your own fault when your marriage broke up.” Outside, Lois shuddered. “Keep your cool, Daddy,” she whispered. Inside, Sam appeared to heed his daughter’s unheard plea. “Well, it was disappointing,” he told Siefert. “But I guess I couldn’t expect it to last forever. How was I supposed to live with a drunk?” “Ellen and the girls deserve every bit of happiness they can get, not this callousness you’re displaying now, Sam,” Siefert stood. “I’m sorry I even tried to help you. I believe this conversation is over.” Panicking slightly, Sam gestured to Siefert. “No, wait, Ken, please, have a seat. Let me buy you dinner. It’s the least I can do.” Siefert remained standing. “You are a pathetic old fool who didn’t know what you had, and I’m going to make sure you never have it again.” “What do you mean?” Coldly, Siefert said, “Goodbye, Sam,” before walking out the door. Lois ducked low, then watched as Siefert got into a gray BMW and sped off. Quickly, she turned a key in her own ignition and followed. *** ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 14:35:18 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: OT: LAFF Report?? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Carolyn, I'm looking forward to your report on LAFF. I hope to go next year...actually I'm going to save $ for it. This year's trip I'm saving for is a trip to Vegas to see Catch 22. ;) Speaking of that, I'm leaving in 13 days! hee hee =) Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 14:50:02 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: alauters Subject: Time Elapsed 17/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Sam paid the bill, then stepped out, muttering, “Princess, I’m not sure how much that helped us.” Instinctively he looked across the street to where the Jeep had been parked. It was no longer there. “Lois, where did you go? Get back here right now!” He didn’t really expect her to listen, but Sam thought he could bet his life that she was following Siefert. He pulled out his cell phone and called Clark. *** Two hours later, Lois was grateful she’d filled the Jeep up with gas when she and Sam had left for the Siefert meeting, because Siefert headed out of town, sticking to the highway. As the drive wore on, she began to notice the mileage signs posted on the highway showed their general direction to be toward Boston. For the first time, Lois saw what Clark meant by the Jeep being too conspicuous. Several times, Lois became the only vehicle that remained behind Siefert’s BMW. She kept her distance, but couldn’t stay too far back without losing him. She missed Clark. With Clark’s eyes, they wouldn’t have to worry about being too conspicuous, because they could stay further back. Heck, skip the Jeep, Lois thought, they could just fly, and Siefert would never know they were there. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to follow Siefert, she thought, navigating her way through the moderately heavy expressway traffic between Metropolis and Boston. If she’d waited for Clark, this whole ride might have been a lot easier. However, Lois reminded herself, it also could have been impossible. On cue, her cell phone rang. Lois picked it up. “Hello?” “Lois, where are you?” Clark’s voice asked impatiently. “Your dad finally found me and said you took off after Siefert.” “I’m surprised it took him this long,” Lois said sarcastically, her eyes never leaving the BMW. “Well, it wouldn’t have, except you know I don’t normally carry my cell phone when I’m dressed as Superman. And I had a lot of flying to do tonight. By the time I got to the hospital, finally, Sam was already back from your meeting. So I repeat, where are you?” “I’m somewhere between Metropolis and Boston, on I-90,” Lois said. “The signs say I’m about seventy miles from Boston right now.” “OK, listen. I’m already flying toward you. Do you think Siefert’s spotted you?” “I really don’t know, Clark,” Lois glanced at her speed. “I’ve been following him for a couple of hours, and out on the highway like this, it’s kind of hard to tell. He might just think I’m heading to Boston, too.” “Unlikely,” Clark dismissed that idea as he started scanning the highway below him for the Jeep. “If he’s so obsessed with you, he probably knows you drive a silver Jeep. Speaking of, have you ever noticed how common those things are? We’ve really got to distinguish the top of ours from all the rest if I’m going to find you easily from the air.” “By doing what? Painting a big red cross on the top of it?” Clark laughed. “There’s an idea. Wait, I think I see you. Can you flash your lights?” Lois complied. “Yep, that’s you,” Clark said. “Which one is Siefert?” “He’s in a gray BMW two cars ahead of me,” Lois said. “Can you make sure that’s still him? It’s getting really dark and hard to tell.” Clark x-rayed the car. “That’s him, all right. What do you want me to do, here?” Lois thought a second. “Can you keep track of him while I pull off, grab something to eat, and go to the bathroom? I wasn’t really prepared for a long car ride when I started this. Plus, we skipped lunch, remember?” “I can do that. Call me when you’re back on the highway, and I can guide you,” Clark said. “I love you, sweetheart.” Lois smiled. “I love you, too.” Clark broke the connection and continued to follow Siefert as Lois pulled off at the next exit. Neither noticed the green sedan that pulled off behind her. *** The smell of freshly made, hot french fries beckoned Lois toward the McDonalds off the top of the ramp. She pulled into a spot, then went into the restaurant. After a quick trip to the bathroom, Lois headed for the front counter and, thinking about the hazards of driving and eating at the same time, ordered chicken nuggets, fries, a thick chocolate malt and some chocolate chip cookies. “Finger food,” she sighed happily as paid for the bag and headed out the door. She opened the Jeep door, got inside, and settled the bag on the seat beside her, opening the nuggets and dumping the fries in the top half of the box. Nibbling a nugget, Lois started the engine, put her seatbelt on, and started backing out of her spot. As she drove forward, Lois felt a familiar -- but entirely unwelcome -- sensation. Someone had pressed a gun barrel to her temple. *** Up in the sky, Clark started to worry. Thirty minutes had passed since Lois pulled of the highway, seeking food and a pit stop. Surely, she should have gotten back on the freeway by now, Clark thought. He cast an eye back in the direction of her exit for a sign of the Jeep. What the heck, he thought, as he punched in her cell phone number. *** Lois continued to drive at the behest of her captor, taking a country road from her exit north. When her cell phone rang, she glanced in her rear view mirror. “Answer it,” a deep voice told her from the shadowy depths of the back seat. “But make sure you don’t give anything away.” Nervously, Lois picked the phone up and said, “Hello?” “Lois, are you OK? You haven’t called me yet!” If the situation weren’t a bit on the dangerous side, Lois would have smiled. “Oh, hi, honey.” “Hi? What’s going on?” “Oh, I’m not sure when I’ll be home,” she said, improvising. Clark came to a dead stop in mid-air. “There’s someone there with you, isn’t there?” “Yes, go ahead and break out the frozen pizzas for dinner, I’ll be awhile,” Lois glanced in her rear view mirror again, the cold gun barrel still pressed against her temple. “OK, so that’s why you haven’t called. Are you still driving?” “Of course, honey.” “I’m coming back to find you.” “That’s a great idea!” Lois tried to inject enthusiasm in her tone. “But what about the others?” “I’m pretty sure he’s heading into Boston, so we can check on any properties he might own there. I’m coming to find you.” “Well, if you’re sure pizzas will work,” Lois said. Her backseat passenger lurched as Lois drove over a bump, the gun pressing closer to her temple. “I ’ve really got to go now, honey.” “Try to leave the connection open when you set the phone down, so I can hear what’s going on,” Clark suggested. “Will do. Love you, honey,” Lois said. “I love you, too,” Clark replied. He heard a soft click as she set the phone back down against the passenger seat. “Very good, Miss Lane,” the deep voice drawled. “Take a right at the next road.” “Where are we going?” Lois asked. “You’ll find out soon enough,” her captor replied. *** ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 16:00:25 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: OT: LAFF Report?? In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Carolyn, > >I'm looking forward to your report on LAFF. I hope to go next >year...actually I'm going to save $ for it. This year's trip I'm saving >for is a trip to Vegas to see Catch 22. ;) Speaking of that, I'm leaving >in 13 days! hee hee =) > >Alexis ;-.) OK, Maybe tomorrow:) Carolyn ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 17:27:04 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: Time Elapsed 16/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit just read this and thought it was too short glad to see 17 merry alauters wrote: > *** > “Ken!” Sam plastered the biggest smile he could manage on his face as he > held a hand out to his old friend. “It’s great to see you!” > > “Sam,” Ken Siefert greeted him coolly. “How are you?” > > “Well, fine, I guess, considering,” Sam let his face sober. “Thanks for > agreeing to see me. Hey, Pierre!” Sam called the maitre’d. “Reservations for > two, under Lane.” > > “Oui, monsieur,” the maitre’d beckoned. “This way, please.” He led the men > to a secluded booth in the corner of the restaurant, then left. Over the top > of his menu, Sam looked at the man who had a hand in the break up of his > family. ‘Keep it cool, Lane,’ Sam reminded himself. > > Out loud, Sam said, “It’s been years, Ken.” > > “Indeed,” Siefert’s husky voice made the word sound almost profane. “What > prompts this meeting?” > > “Well, as you might know, Ken, Ellen was injured in a car accident a couple > of days ago. The kids did a little investigating, and they don’t think she > was in control of the vehicle. Along the way, they unearthed some > information that shows you were responsible for the infusion of money I just > got to create this new gadget I’m working on, and I just want to say, I’m > grateful,” Sam deliberately glossed over the fine points. He wanted Siefert > to have just enough information -- enough to whet his appetite for more. > > “I never expected you to find out, Sam,” Ken said. “I just thought you’d be > the best man for the job.” > > Looking a little like an overeager puppy, Sam pounced on that statement. > “Well, after the scandals of recent years, my career has taken a really big > hit. It’s just, well, I never expected to get it back on track.” > Breathlessly, Sam paused. “I can’t thank you enough.” > > Siefert let his smile warm a little. “It was nothing, Sam.” He sipped from > his water glass. “I must say, however, I’m intrigued by how you might have > found out it was me.” > > “Oh, well, you know Lois,” Sam smiled indulgently as their server brought a > bottle of wine to the table. “There’s just no stopping that girl when she > gets an idea in her pretty head.” > > Outside in the Jeep, Lois’s jaw dropped. “I’ll give him pretty,” she > muttered, listening closely. > > In the restaurant, Siefert raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t seen her in some > time. I guess I wouldn’t know.” > > “That’s right,” Sam said. “When was the last time you saw my Lois, anyway?” > > “I’d say she was about four the last time I took her, Lucy and Ellen on an > outing,” Siefert replied. “How is she doing?” > > Sam smiled. “She’s doing quite well. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of her. > Lois Lane’s name is well known among readers of the Daily Planet.” > > “Oh, yes,” Siefert said. “I guess I never put that together before. I can’t > believe how much she’s grown.” > > “She’s married, too, to a great man. Her partner at the paper. He makes a > fine son-in-law, > that Clark Kent,” Sam rambled on. > > In the Jeep, Lois winced. “Get to the point, Daddy,” she whispered. > > At the table, Siefert poured wine as he asked, “So Lois got a bee in her > bonnet, did she?” > > “What? Oh, yes,” Sam held out his glass. “She got it in her head that Ellen > wasn’t responsible for the crash. Despite all evidence to the contrary.” He > shook his head. “That girl of mine, I tell you, she’s as stubborn as they > come.” > > “She always was,” Siefert said. Casually, he asked, “What made her think > Ellen wasn’t responsible for the crash?” > > “Oh, well, Ellen apparently was drinking bourbon in the car, but she never > used to drink bourbon. I think that’s what got her started,” Sam sipped his > wine. “Of course, we know what a lush Ellen used to be. She could drink > anything.” > > “Ellen wasn’t always a lush, Sam,” Siefert’s eyes began to heat a little. > “She was a beautiful young woman with an absentee husband.” > > Sam looked over the top of his glass at Siefert. “I had a career to think > about, Ken.” > > “Yes, you always did tend to put that first, didn’t you?” Siefert visibly > struggled to keep his temper. “Those poor girls never had their father > around, did they?” > > “True, but we’ve made up for it some,” Sam replied comfortably. “And of > course, you helped give them some kind of father figure.” > > “If I did, it was because you weren’t there, Sam,” Siefert said. “It was > your own fault when your marriage broke up.” > > Outside, Lois shuddered. “Keep your cool, Daddy,” she whispered. > > Inside, Sam appeared to heed his daughter’s unheard plea. “Well, it was > disappointing,” he told Siefert. “But I guess I couldn’t expect it to last > forever. How was I supposed to live with a drunk?” > > “Ellen and the girls deserve every bit of happiness they can get, not this > callousness you’re displaying now, Sam,” Siefert stood. “I’m sorry I even > tried to help you. I believe this conversation is over.” > > Panicking slightly, Sam gestured to Siefert. “No, wait, Ken, please, have a > seat. Let me buy you dinner. It’s the least I can do.” > > Siefert remained standing. “You are a pathetic old fool who didn’t know what > you had, and I’m going to make sure you never have it again.” > > “What do you mean?” > > Coldly, Siefert said, “Goodbye, Sam,” before walking out the door. > > Lois ducked low, then watched as Siefert got into a gray BMW and sped off. > Quickly, she turned a key in her own ignition and followed. > *** ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 18:11:31 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: Time Elapsed 17/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Amy nice cliffhanger don't make us wait too long more soon please merry ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 20:18:22 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: NEW: Tryst (11/13?) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sorry this took so long to write/post ... I blame my recent bout of respiratory virus. :) But I've actually got more written that I'm posting today, so there *will* be another section tomorrow :) --------- previously in this fanfic: --------- "There are parts of this ghost thing that are actually pretty fun. I mean, flying, wow ... I never dreamed it could be this wonderful." "I never dreamed I'd meet a woman who could fly," he chuckled. "Remember, I'm not exactly normal, myself." "You're special," she insisted. "So are you." He turned, slightly, to drop a kiss on the top of her head. "And we make a pretty good team." "Yeah." They lay quietly, above the city, and Clark thought his heart might burst from contradictory emotions. Meeting Lois, falling in love with her, learning that she was in love with him ... it was happiness far beyond anything he'd expected to have, and he wouldn't trade it for anything. At the same time, however, he was achingly aware that he would trade anything for more -- for the chance to have Lois alive again. --------- And now... Tryst, part 11 by Pam Jernigan --------- "Don't forget the part about the hidden safe," Lois pointed out, as she leaned over Clark's shoulder, watching him type up the story of Carpenter's crime and arrest. "I'm getting there," he reassured her. He paused for a moment, then began typing again, too fast for her to follow. Her attention wandered. Lois was in an exceptionally cheerful mood this morning, and for once she was glad to be invisible. If anyone had been able to see her, they would have wondered at the permanent, goofy grin she was sporting, but she wasn't ready to explain it. She was too busy savoring the joy of her new relationship with Clark. Rationally, she knew that they'd known each other for only two days, which was hardly enough time to get to know each other and forge a lasting emotional bond. Under the circumstances, however, she was disinclined to be picky. It was much more fun to remember their flying duet, the night before. She'd never realized that flight could be so exhilarating -- it had certainly made the bungee jump she'd taken last year seem tame. And the flying hadn't even been the highlight of the evening. She hadn't expected to be able to hold him -- she had been too emotionally driven to be able to concentrate on staying solid. But she had certainly known what she'd wanted, and God or fate or whoever had granted her wish. She'd been right; being in his arms had been wonderful. It was probably just as well that they hadn't progressed past kissing. Apart from the fact that they barely knew each other, Lois had no idea if any further intimacies were possible. They might find out, in time, but there didn't seem to be any need to rush. Just the idea that he was content to wait was tremendously reassuring, given some of her disastrous past relationships. So they'd talked, cuddled together in the sky, until early in the morning. Good thing he didn't need much sleep, she thought fondly. She was a little put out that she'd missed Carpenter's arrest, but such was life. Well, afterlife. Really, that was the only thing about this existence that she'd change if she could: she'd like more control over her comings and goings. Then, once Clark got his own place, they could explore various intriguing possibilities. She checked his computer screen again, gratified to see that he'd gotten it nearly all done. Curiosity piqued, she asked, "How did Carpenter take the arrest?" Clark didn't stop typing, but a look of satisfaction crossed his face. "He didn't like it very much." Out of the corner of her eye, Lois spotted Ralph approaching, but before she could shush Clark, he continued, "Henderson had him dead to rights, though, you should pardon the expression." Lois winced at the look on Ralph's face. "Hey, Kent," he sneered. "Talk to yourself much?" Clark didn't miss a beat, replying amicably. "Yep, I get some of my best ideas that way." Ralph looked disgruntled at this lack of reaction. Clark looked up at him, his face as innocent as he could make it, and asked, "Need another grammar lesson?" Ralph scowled. "No, thank you, the last one was bad enough." Hastily, he retreated. Lois grinned. "That was good. You missed an opportunity, though -- you should have told him you have a policy to only speak to the smartest people in the room. Now that I'm gone that only leaves you." Clark smothered a grin and returned to his file, scrolling up to the top again and scanning back down through the story, fixing a few things here and there. "There. 'Local businessman connected to failed coup, murder.' That ought to sell a few papers." "It certainly should," Lois agreed, feeling almost as proud as if she'd written it herself. Abruptly, the world darkened, and seemed to blur for half a second, before returning to its prior state. That had never happened before ... unless, she thought, grasping at straws, it had just been a power flicker. "Uh, Clark? Did the lights just blink for everyone, or am I special?" The perplexed look on his face as he glanced up answered her question. "Never mind. I'm sure it was nothing." He frowned. "What was it?" "Just a blip," she assured him, not wanting to believe it was anything serious. He looked as if he were inclined to argue, but then his attention shifted as he focused on one of the television monitors in the corner of the newsroom. Lois turned to see, and gathered from the pictures that there had been a bad wreck on the bypass. Clark was clearly unhappy, a muscle jumping in his jaw, and she ventured a guess. "You'd like to help out, wouldn't you?" "Yeah." "But the news helicopter is recording, so you can't." Grimly, he nodded agreement. "Metropolis rescue services are top-rate, you know," she offered, knowing that he was trying vainly to think of some way to assist. "You can't risk yourself, or your family." He closed his eyes briefly, jaw setting in frustration, then forcibly shifted his attention back to the nearly-finished story. With a few savage keystrokes he began doing another edit. Lois watched in silence, her heart hurting for him, as her brain whirled. There had to be a way to arrange things so that he could use his gifts, without endangering anyone. Some way to disguise his appearance.... Unbidden, a memory surfaced, from her early days at the Planet. When she'd first begun working there, she had been on the bottom of the totem pole, with no say in her assignments, and usually getting the stories no one else wanted. She had quickly worked her way up the ladder, but before she'd escaped the slush pile hell, Perry had made her write up an interview with an actor from a popular science fiction show who'd been in town for a convention. She'd expected him to be vain and arrogant, but the man had actually possessed a sense of humor and humility -- qualities which he had attributed to the fact that he worked under layers of makeup and prosthetics. When he was out of costume, very few people recognized him, even though his features were the same. Without the whole package of visual cues, he was effectively a different person. She glanced at Clark, hunched over his keyboard, light glinting off the edges of his glasses. Now, a mask or elaborate costume would probably be too bulky and get in his way, but if he used the opposite approach, and pared down to the essentials ... she'd have to talk to him about it, as soon as they had a moment alone. Clark stood, bringing her out of her reverie. "Let's go show it to Perry," he muttered, collecting a printout before heading to the editor's office. Lois tagged along, feeling a bit superfluous, but eager to watch the reactions Clark was going to get. It was a great story, and she was proud of it. Too bad she couldn't have the byline -- a posthumous Pulitzer was better than none -- but Clark had put a lot of work in on this, and deserved credit. Ginny was in with Perry when they arrived. She rose to excuse herself, but Clark held out a hand to detain her. "You might want to stay, Ginny -- I've got the whole story about Lois's death." Perry's eyebrows crawled up his forehead in astonishment. "I know you've been poking around on that, Kent, but are you telling me you've solved it?" Clark smiled smugly. "Lock, stock, and arrest warrant. MPD picked up John Carpenter this morning, and I have the exclusive." He waved the printout in the air and Perry snatched it. While Perry quickly scanned the article, Clark brought Ginny up to speed. "So you're telling me that Carpenter was after mineral rights?" Perry demanded, looking up. "That's about it. The existing government wouldn't let him open any mines, but if the rebels had gotten in -- the plot's been crushed by the authorities, by the way -- he would have had exclusive rights. There's platinum there, and some other strategic minerals. Adastra had a lot of contracts with the space program; they're invested heavily in Space Station Prometheus, when that's finished. Some of those minerals would have been really useful in orbital manufacturing." As Clark was explaining, the world dimmed and flickered around Lois again, and she instinctively moved closer to him. After a second, though, things stabilized once more, leaving behind only a slight sense of fatigue. Which she was probably imagining; she'd been aware for less than an hour, and she hadn't been pushing her limits. "So to help the rebels, he shipped them guns." Perry shook his head in disgust. "Who cares how many people were killed in the fighting, as long as he got his minerals." Ginny spoke up. "But how did Lois fit in? He didn't know she was going to Africa, did he?" Clark shrugged. "Carpenter had a grudge against Lois, so he wanted to keep track of her -- he was able to latch onto her ..." he paused, searching for the right word. "Don't call him my boyfriend," she warned him. He showed no sign that he'd heard her. "Her admirer, Alan. So when Lois told Alan she was going out of the country, he pressed for details, and then, unknowingly, passed the information on to Carpenter. Who alerted his accomplices in Qtun. They knew she was coming." Ginny closed her eyes in pain. "She never had a chance." Lois would have liked to bristle at that, and retort that she could take care of herself, thank you ... except that she literally didn't have a leg to stand on. She settled for being generally annoyed. Perry flipped back through the pages and examined the first sheet more carefully. "What the -- 'story by Lois Lane and Clark Kent'?" Startled, Lois darted around the desk to see the byline for herself. There was her name, alright ... the last time it would ever grace the front page. She turned to stare at Clark. Clark ducked his head, losing confidence for the first time. "Well, she did a lot of the preliminary work; I was just building on what she'd done ... It was really her story, first." Lois felt her heart melt, and fell a little bit more in love with him. Then the world wavered again as the darkness pounced on her. Before, it had been a gentle, inexorable tug upon her senses; now it was a savage riptide pulling her away. She fought to stay connected; this wasn't right, it wasn't time for her to go. Concentrating fiercely, she made Perry's office come back into focus, but it was oh so tiring, a battle just to stand her ground. A battle she was losing. As the sights and sounds of the Planet dissolved into nothingness, she reached out her hands, involuntarily crying, "Clark!" **** "Lois!" Clark bit back the exclamation a half-second too late; he couldn't help but respond to the panic in her voice. "Clark?" Perry asked carefully, shooting a puzzled glance at Ginny. "Are you all right, son?" "Uh, yeah, Chief, I'm fine. I just, um, well, was upset. About the whole thing." He stammered through his explanation, trying to sense her presence. The ever-present chill was gone, and she was silent. Ominously so, considering that he'd expected her to stick around for a while yet. "Uh-huh." Perry sat back, keeping a watchful eye on his newest reporter. Clark smiled, trying to show that he wasn't, after all, mentally deranged. Further explanation would just make things worse, so he confined himself to, "Sorry about that." "Well, we've all been upset," Ginny offered. "But it's good to know that the guy who did this is going to pay for it." "Now she can rest in peace," Perry agreed. "And in good time, too -- did we get that package today, Ginny?" Clark felt a touch of fear at Perry's words. He'd spent some time, these last few days, reading up on ghost lore. There were no constants, but a recurring theme had been that of a murder victim haunting the perpetrator ... and those ghosts had tended to disappear once their murder had been avenged. Just as Lois had. No, this was a fluke, a coincidence. It had to be. She would be back soon, and things would go on as before. Tonight they could go flying again ... he had some special places he wanted to show her. He forced himself to pay attention to the conversation. "--checked it of course, but there wasn't anything there," Ginny was reporting. "And..." Perry paused delicately, "What about the body?" Ginny sighed. "The authorities said there wasn't enough left of it to send." Clark frowned at that. Lois had told him that she'd been sitting under a tree when she died -- badly injured, but basically in one piece. "What happened to her body?" he demanded. "Did animals get it or something?" Ginny looked at him, startled, and made a face. "Ugh, what an awful idea. No, they say she was killed instantly in the explosion, and then her body burned. There wasn't much left." Clark stood up, his brain whirling with contradictory information. How was this possible? Had Lois hallucinated the part with the tree, or had the authorities in Qtun somehow gotten it wrong? Did it even make a difference? He didn't know what to think. "Clark?" Perry asked again, patiently. "Sorry, Chief, I'm just ... I've got to go, okay? I'll be back in a little while, I just have to ... go." He let himself out of the office, heading straight towards the elevator. He needed time to think about this, and decide if there was anything he could do. "That boy is odd," Clark overheard Perry say. "But he sure can write. Let's get this story set for the afternoon edition." **** Lois struggled against a darkness that was now palpable, and faintly warm. She could almost feel it flowing against her skin, thick and viscous. She kicked and squirmed, trying to keep free of the light, which was larger and brighter and definitely pursuing her. Whenever she paused, it drew closer, bringing pain and weakness in its wake. With fierce determination, she kept resisting, retreating. Finally, it seemed to back off, dimming a bit with distance. She nearly collapsed from relief and fatigue, and all consciousness fled. **** "Clark, is that you?" Opal called when she heard the door open. She hadn't expected him home in the middle of the day, and it was just one more thing to make her worry. He'd been acting strangely for the past few days, although he probably thought she hadn't noticed. He'd been so excited when he'd gotten the job, but then the next day his mood had been ... odd. Asking about ghosts at dinner, then excusing himself shortly thereafter. And she hadn't seen much of him since. It wasn't that she needed to be entertained, but he usually did spend a little more time with her than he had been doing this week. And according to Martha, he hadn't called or visited home once. Circumstantial evidence, to be sure, but it was enough to make her wonder. "Yeah, it's me," he replied, sounding tired as he made his way up the stairs to her study. She watched him carefully as he entered and plopped into a chair. "I don't mean to pry, dear, but shouldn't you be at work?" He half-shrugged. "It's okay. I just turned in a front-page story -- the one I've been working on, about Lois...." The look of sadness as he spoke that name communicated volumes, and Opal filed the information away. Poor Clark, if he'd become infatuated with someone he'd never meet. She knew all about loving the dead; her Maxwell had been gone these twenty years, and she missed him still. She wouldn't wish it on anyone, though, and especially not on one so young and vital as her great-nephew. "I'm glad you figured it out," she commented neutrally. He thrust his fingers through his hair. "I don't know, Aunt Opal, maybe I shouldn't have -- I mean, on the one hand, yeah, but on the other ... I don't know." Unsure what to make of that, she set it aside for the moment. "Well, you've inspired me -- after talking to my geology friend, I traveled over to the anthropology department, to see what they knew about Qtun. It's fascinating, really. I'd never really paid much attention, since the bug life is pretty much standard there." Clark looked up, making a polite effort to appear interested. She quickly reviewed what she'd learned, hoping for an item to catch his attention, then remembered his recent curiosity about the occult. "Did you know that some of the local tribes have shamans who are said to exhibit psychic types of powers? They use some sort of herbal concoction to go into trances, my friend said. Some of them claim to communicate telepathically, or move things -- some of them even claim to send their spirits travelling outside their bodies. Similar to what we call astral projection. I'm not sure that's a wise thing, mind you, but--" She stopped, watching fascinated as Clark sat bolt upright, his eyes open wide. "That's it!" he exclaimed, his focus turned inwards. "That's got to be it! She said she escaped -- Carpenter said there was a problem with the body -- " He stood up, unable to contain his excitement. "I've got to get over there. Anything could be happening." Briefly, he refocused on her, and gave her a brilliant smile. "Thanks, Aunt Opal, you're the best. Wish me luck." With that, he darted out of the room in the direction of the stairs to the roof. Moments later, she heard his tell-tale sonic boom. She shook her head in wonderment. This must really be something, for Clark to take off like that in full daylight. She hoped the neighbors hadn't noticed. "Whatever it is, dear," she muttered as she got back to her studies, "I wish you well." **** When Lois next became aware of herself, she floated for a moment in the darkness -- then jerked upright, looking around frantically for the menacing light. Ah, there it was ... a fair distance away, to judge by the brightness. Well, good. She was still tired from the last fight. She needed to see Clark. She must have scared him, with that abrupt departure. If she knew what time it was, she'd have an idea of where to go first, but there was no way to judge the passing of time in here. Well, the Planet was a good starting point. She took a moment to calm herself, pretending she was closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. Then she began visualizing the Daily Planet newsroom, willing herself there. She wasn't sure how many people would be there when she arrived, but she wasn't picky, and it hadn't seemed to matter before. She built up the picture in her mind until she could almost hear the clatter of a busy bullpen, then opened her eyes. Nothing. She was stuck in the darkness. **** to be continued... -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/rdu/j/e/jernigan/ God made you special, and He loves you very much. -- Veggie Tales theology The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. -- Henri Bergson ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2000 20:05:57 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: NEW: Tryst (12/?) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit As promised :) Tryst, part 12 by Pam Jernigan **** "Yes, I understand that, Inspector," Clark repeated patiently in French. "But I have reason to believe that she *wasn't* in the Jeep when it exploded. I mean, she was driving it, but what if she were thrown free?" The Qtun City policeman looked at him condescendingly. "Then we would have found her body nearby. We did not." "But you yourself said that you didn't get there until *hours* later. What if someone else got there first?" Clark was having a hard time controlling his annoyance, his emotions see-sawing between wild hope that Lois still lived, and despair that she was dying somewhere right now, without him. The possibility that her body had been stolen for nefarious purposes was also preying on his mind. Why had he so blindly accepted that Lois was dead? He should have come to Qtun *days* ago. "Anything is possible, monsieur," the Inspector said with infuriating nonchalance, "but I don't think -- ah, wait! Je m'en souviens -- I remember. The Sisters of Mercy are in that area ... they have a mission in the jungle, teaching the white gods to the tribes, and providing medical care. If your friend were hurt..." Clark closed his eyes in a silent prayer of mingled appeal and gratitude. "Where are they?" "Oh, north and west. Any of the taxi drivers will know." There was no way Clark wanted to wait that long. "Would it be visible from the air?" The Inspector arched an eyebrow. "You have a plane?" Clark sidestepped the question. "Would it?" The Inspector shrugged. "Yes, I suppose it would -- it is a large building, not modern, with a cross; the Sisters keep a garden cleared. There is no airstrip, however." "Thank you, Inspector. Merci beaucoup." Clark shook his hand, then walked away quickly, exiting the building and finding an alley. Quickly, he shot upwards, then headed north and west. **** Some time later, Lois had to admit defeat. She had tried to go to the newsroom, her apartment -- even Aunt Opal's roof -- but she hadn't been able to summon more than a few fleeting traces of color. And even the painful light seemed to be dimming, a prospect which left her more forlorn than cheered. She was just so tired, and she missed Clark desperately. Maybe if she rested a while, then tried again. Yes, that's what she'd do. She had to believe that she'd regain the ability to travel out of this bleak nothingness, because the possibility of being trapped was unthinkable. **** "Thank you for seeing me, Sister," Clark greeted the head of the mission. He could barely sit still, but he was trying to control himself. "I'm looking for a friend of mine." Sister Mary Christine inclined her head. "And you think your friend is here?" "I hope so. You see, about four days ago, she was in an accident. I know she was injured, but I'm told it's possible that either you found her, or someone brought her here. She's in her twenties, a white woman with dark, shoulder-length hair." The Sister regarded him coolly. "If such a woman were here, she would have enemies. I'm sure you understand that we wouldn't wish to further endanger her." Clark's heart skipped. She was here! "I'm not her enemy, please believe me. Is she okay? Is she still alive? I've been worried sick." Giving up on words, he silently pleaded with her, holding nothing back. She watched him for a moment, then smiled slightly. "Your love is obvious. Yes, we have such a woman here." He leapt to his feet. "Where?" "One moment," she cautioned him, taking her time to stand. "Your friend is not doing well, I'm afraid. She was unconscious when she was brought in, and has since slipped into a coma. We suspect a concussion, from her head injury, but we're not sure ... we wouldn't have thought it would cause a coma. Nothing that we've tried has been able to reach her. We have been feeding her intravenously, and trying to heal her wounds, but we do not know whether she will recover. Her fate is in God's hands." "Please, just let me see her," he begged, and she nodded, acquiescing. Silently, she led him into a large room full of beds, about half of them occupied. Between the beds, nuns and other helpers moved quickly and efficiently, tending to the ill. The sister led her to a far corner ... and then he saw her. She was deathly pale, her dark hair pushed back in matted strings. Green and yellow bruises mottled her skin, and her right arm was tied up in a sling. A thin sheet was tucked neatly under her arms, and she was so still he feared that she'd already died. Sister Mary Christine guided him to the left side of the bed, abjuring him to stay clear of the IV pole. As she briefly checked Lois's vital signs, Clark used his special hearing to check for a heartbeat, feeling weak with relief when he found it. It was weak and slow, but it was there. "How is she?" Clark asked, pulling a chair next to the bed so he could sit. Carefully, he eased his hand around hers, threading his fingers through hers. It felt so good to finally touch her, but she was so still... The sister concluded her examination. "She's still alive, still in the coma. Weakening a bit, I think. I'm sorry." "Can I just stay here -- talk to her?" "Yes, of course," her voice gentled with compassion. "She may be able to hear you, if God grants it. Just please be careful." The nun retreated silently, and Clark just gazed at Lois for a long moment, overcome by emotion. "Hi," he said, then choked up. "Lois ... please come back to me. I need you." He paused. "This is easier when you answer back. So answer back, okay? I know you can do it ... you're alive in there, you just need to come back to your body, come back to me. Unless these past few days were a dream after all ... actually, I don't care. You just have to be alive, that's all. I don't know whether you'll remember me or not, but that doesn't matter. You just wake up. Come on, Lois ... wake up." Clark watched hopefully. Was that a twitch? Maybe not... "Hey, the Lois I met -- the one I heard about -- she's a fighter. So fight this! You just need to come back, and wake up ... we can deal with everything else, as long as you wake up." He began wondering about the feasibility of moving her. The nuns had done the best they could, but this facility was pretty basic. She needed the intravenous tube to get her nutrients, but it was on a portable stand; he could theoretically carry her and the IV pole to a better hospital -- preferably in Metropolis. He had no idea how he would explain that, but it didn't matter; if he had to do it, he would. Just as long as he was sure the trip wouldn't injure her further.... He leaned forward, reaching a tentative hand to lightly run a finger along the line of her cheek. She looked much too thin, and her color was awful, but if only she'd open her eyes, she'd be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "Lois...." he dropped his voice to a whisper, focusing only on her face. "I love you. Please open your eyes, please wake up." A whimsical thought hit him, and he was desperate enough to give it a try. "You know the traditional way to wake up sleeping princesses?" Not that Lois was the fairy princess type; she was much more sturdy and practical, but the idea appealed to him nonetheless. Rising slightly from his seat, he leaned across the bed and slowly, gingerly, touched his lips to hers in a short, sweet kiss. **** Lois rested in the darkness, trying to rally her strength. She was coming to hate this nothingness with a passion, and used that passion to smother the panic that welled up whenever she let herself think of being trapped here. She was feeling better already, really. Just a little bit longer, then she'd try again. To keep herself distracted, she thought happy thoughts ... chiefly about Clark, mentally reviewing all of their conversations together, smiling again at the teasing exchanges. She could almost hear his voice now. He didn't sound happy, though; he sounded worried. She frowned. This wasn't a memory. Was she hallucinating? She opened her eyes, searching the darkness for clues ... and focused on the light as the only point of interest. Cautiously, she moved just a little nearer, and was rewarded with another short burst of sound ... definitely Clark's voice, though she could barely make out the words. 'Wake up'? She frowned. What did she need to wake up from? And how did Clark get into the light? Oy, this was great, she was definitely losing it now. But she strained her every sense, creeping just a little closer to the light, listening intently. It sure sounded like Clark. And he couldn't be dead, could he? Then again, even if he were ... she wanted to be with Clark again, rather than stuck here alone. She studied the light, really looking at it for the first time ... there were traces of colors in there, slowly swirling, and some sounds even fainter than Clark's voice. Had those sounds been there before? She didn't know. Slowly, she moved closer still, until the pain began. Suddenly, her right arm began to throb, and her shoulder felt as if it were on fire. But Clark's voice was much clearer, as well, so she hovered, and heard him say her name, and that he loved her. She moved backwards, just until the pain eased, and considered her options. Stay in the darkness, alone forever, or go forward, hoping to end up with Clark. No contest, really. She didn't know why it had to hurt, she thought resentfully, but if that was what it took... Resolutely, she began moving forward. Pain pulsed across her nerve endings, in her arm, shoulder, head, and chest. She focused on Clark's voice, encouraging her, and kept going. The light grew, and now she could feel heat, too; a sticky uncomfortable warmth. More body aches presented themselves, and progress became harder, though she couldn't tell if it were because the atmosphere had grown thick and viscous again, or whether her legs were too sore to move. Slowly, she struggled forwards, all the time concentrating on moving closer to Clark, and to his voice, which was soothing, encouraging, and challenging in turn. **** "Come on, Lois," Clark repeated, searching her face for any response. He didn't know how much longer he could sit here with her as a barely-breathing near corpse. "Your parents are coming in for the weekend, and they want to see you. Your Uncle Mike feels guilty and wants to apologize -- you have to let him know it's okay. Inspector Henderson would even be happy to see you again. Perry misses you ... I miss you." "My parents would even like to meet you -- or at least they will, once I tell them about you -- I'm sure you understand it's been a bit weird, this week. You'll love my parents, you know -- and you already like my Aunt Opal, right? So fight! You can do this, Lois; you can beat this. Please, Lois...." He ran out of steam for a moment, and just sat there, closely watching her every breath. Her chest rose and fell, slowly, hypnotically. A flicker of movement caught his attention, and he focused on her face ... had she moved, or had he imagined it? Her mouth twitched, pursing into a grimace. Clark took a firmer grip on her hand. "Come on, Lois, open your eyes. You can do it..." Slowly, fitfully, her eyes opened. **** The pain lessened slightly as Lois took the final plunge into the light. She still felt overly warm, though, and other sensations rushed forward to join in, leaving her feeling heavy, weak, weary, terribly dry-mouthed, and faintly nauseated. She heard Clark's voice again, so near this time, and felt a pressure on her hand. With a tremendous effort, she opened her eyes, squinting against the brightness of the room. "Lois?" He sounded disbelieving, but happy, and she attempted a smile; it hurt her cracked lips. She tried to talk, but her throat and mouth were too parched. "Do you need some water?" Lois fluttered her eyes open once more, eager for her first real sight of Clark. He was just as darkly handsome as she remembered, and she smiled again, no longer caring that it hurt. A beautiful return smile crossed his lips. "I'll get some water for you," he promised. She closed her eyes again and rested while he went in search of water. She was greatly tempted to drift off to sleep, but resisted the urge; she had worked too hard to get here to leave just yet. No more fading away. "Here we are," he said quietly, startling her out of a doze despite her resolve to stay awake. Something cold touched her lips, and she flinched. "Sorry," he said, "it's ice chips -- you're not going to be able to drink much, lying down, and I don't want to risk moving you." She opened her mouth slightly, and allowed him to feed her an ice chip. The coolness felt wonderful, and the moisture was quickly absorbed by her parched tissues. "You've been on an IV," he told her, slipping her another ice chip, "so you're not really dehydrated, it just feels like it. You should feel better soon, I hope." After her third ice chip, she tried talking again. "How...?" "How did you get here? Someone found your body, and brought you for medical attention -- it's been four days," he replied, adding anxiously, "Do you remember me? Somehow you were in Metropolis -- you thought you were a ghost but I think it was more like astral projection." She smiled, still too tired to open her eyes. "Flying." "Yeah, we went flying," he said huskily. "Do you remember anything else?" "Thanks for --" a cough interrupted her, and she spasmed for a moment, trying to clear her throat. "You're awake!" A new voice, a woman's voice. "Praise the Father. Sister Mary Eliza, please come here." Lois opened her eyes long enough to see that she was being surrounded by competent-looking women -- nuns by the sounds of things. Some of them were speaking in French, others in English. One of them began examining her, and Clark slipped out of the way, and out of her sight. With as much patience as she could muster, she endured the exam, which included several painful moments as her injuries were checked, cleaned, and rebandaged. "What's the damage?" she asked, her voice still sounding weak and thready. Sister Mary Eliza smiled at her. "You are a blessed woman, my dear. You had a head injury -- most likely a concussion -- a broken collarbone, wrenched shoulder, several broken ribs, and many lesser abrasions and contusions. Those have all begun to heal. You were also in a coma, though we didn't exactly know why ... that was our biggest worry. However, now that you have returned to us, the rest of your recovery should proceed smoothly. What you need most now is sleep." That didn't seem logical, given that she'd been lying in this bed for days, but she was much too tired to argue. And she wanted to see Clark again, to know for sure that she hadn't dreamed him. "Are you done?" The sister smiled again, tucking the bedsheet carefully in place under her arms. "Yes, I'm done. Would you like to talk to your friend again?" "Please." She rested again for a moment, until she heard the rustle of fabric nearby. Gathering her courage, she opened her eyes. Clark was looking tired, but he was there ... she raised her hand a few inches off the bed, hoping he'd take the hint, and smiled when he slid his hand into hers. If she could touch him, he must be real. "Hi," she managed. "Hi, yourself," he replied softly. "I heard the nurse say something about getting you some pain killers." "Oh, good. Sore. And so tired." She just watched him for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the brightness. He was watching her with the same intensity. Hesitantly, huskily, he asked, "Was it real?" "Hope so." She searched for the quickest way to confirm their experience, and remembered what she'd started to say earlier. "Thanks for the byline." Clark blinked, then grinned as her meaning sunk in. "You deserved it -- I couldn't have done it without you." "Partners." She closed her eyes again, feeling the pull of sleep. He gently squeezed her hand. "Partners." A rattle of medical equipment informed her that someone else had arrived; the newcomer murmured something about painkillers in the IV line. Her last coherent thought before succumbing to sleep was that Clark was here, and all was right with her world. **** to be continued :) (but probably not tomorrow) -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/rdu/j/e/jernigan/ God made you special, and He loves you very much. -- Veggie Tales theology The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. -- Henri Bergson ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 05:34:06 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: "ADITLOM" (RPG) Thirty-Seventh Installment, Week #38 (Part 1 of 1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is the thirty-seventh installment of my rpg on yahoo called, "A Day in the Life of Metropolis." Public and private feedback is more than welcomed! =) ===================== Cast List Lois Lane: Alexis W. Clark Kent: Alexis W. Bruce Wayne: Sam F. * * * * WEEK #38 (7/3 TO 7/9) Re: Back in the Manor Clark hurried down to the bat cave. He didn't really care about the ringing phone. All he cared about was getting away from Jimmy. To Clark's surprise, there was actually a phone down in the cave! "Just my luck!" he said a loud to himself. He picked up the receiver and brought it to his ear. "Hello?" "Hello?" Bruce said into the phone, surprised it wasn't Alfred who answered. "Who . . .Clark, is that you?" "Um...yeah it's me," Clark gulped. "Why are you answering the phone?" "Well...I happened to be near a phone and I picked it up. Is something wrong?" "No, I was just checking in. I wanted to talk to Sam." In the background Bruce heard a high pitched screech. "Where are you?" "Um...you wouldn't believe me if I said the bathroom, would you?" Clark nervously laughed. "Not with what I just heard over the phone. How in the hell did you get down there?" "Get where? Oh you mean down here...well I do have X-ray vision so I don't think it takes a lot to figure out how. Plus I'm worried about you Bruce. I'm worried about the other night. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I think it would be a whole heck of a lot easier for me to find a bomb and get rid of it then if you did." "I didn't exactly expect you'd do that in my house. Concerned about me? I appreciate it, but I would have known if someone had done that to the house, I pay enough for security. Where's Alfred? Have you seen Sam?" "I'll keep that in mind the next time something happens in Gotham," Clark said agitated. "No I haven't seen Alfred and I have no clue where your girlfriend is. It's not like I'm her keeper or anything. How's Lois? Is she doing okay?" "I thought I'd ask since the last time I saw her she was with you!" he snapped back. "Forget I said that," he said after a long silence. "Lois is fine. If you see Alfred have him call me." "Well that's good to hear...I mean I wouldn't want to find out she was being ignored by you. You tend to do that to women from time to time," he added without naming yesterday's incident. "Speaking of Lois, can I talk to her?" "No! Actually I have to go." "Fine...go...I mean I wouldn't want to over stay my welcome in your lair! Oh King of the Bats!" Clark snapped back. He had no clue why he was being so rude. Clark's emotions were finally getting the best of him! "Who's that?" Lois asked. This was the last thing Clark heard before Bruce hung up on him. >tbc< Look for Week #39 coming to a PC near you! Enjoy! Alexis ;-.) {"ADITLOM" arbitrator} "You're a strange one, Clark Kent." (Lois) "Am I?" (Clark) "Yeah. But I think I've got you figured out." (Lois) "Really?" (Clark) "Uh huh." (Lois) "Didn't take you long." (Clark) "That's my business, looking beyond the external." (Lois) {Lnc, Pilot} ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 04:29:36 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chipmunks Subject: Online with win 3.11 In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" hi, guys, A friend is trying to get an old 486 running win 3.11 ready to go online with. Since this beastie (the machine not my friend ) is too slow to run win 95, win 3.11 will need to do. I learned that a program called Trumpet Winsock is needed for this. Since some of you guys were still using win 3.11 when I first got online three eyears ago, I was wondering if maybe one of you still has that program and might be able to help out. In addition, any advice on programs for mail, irc, and web browsing under win 3.11 would be much appreciated, too. Cheers, Doris ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 06:05:45 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Joy Sowell Subject: Re: Online with win 3.11 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Way back in the day, when I first went online, I connected with my 486 running Win 3.11, and a 14.4 modem. I've never heard of the program you mentioned though. Hope that answers your question. JOY :) ______________________________________________ FREE Personalized Email at Mail.com Sign up at http://www.mail.com/?sr=signup ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 09:43:24 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: alauters Subject: Re: Online with win 3.11 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I know we use Trumpet Winsock on the very oldest machines in our school building, so it's still around, but I'm not sure where you can get it. Amy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 13:01:59 -0400 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: Online with win 3.11 In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" You can get this program at www.cnet.com Just do a search for trumpet winsock. Other sites on the web can be found doing a simple search (I used hotbot.com and got quite a few hits) cerise At 04:29 AM 8/10/00 -0500, you wrote: >hi, guys, > >A friend is trying to get an old 486 running win 3.11 ready to go online >with. Since this beastie (the machine not my friend ) is too slow to run >win 95, win 3.11 will need to do. I learned that a program called > >Trumpet Winsock > >is needed for this. > >Since some of you guys were still using win 3.11 when I first got online >three eyears ago, I was wondering if maybe one of you still has that >program and might be able to help out. > >In addition, any advice on programs for mail, irc, and web browsing under >win 3.11 would be much appreciated, too. > >Cheers, > >Doris > ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 13:01:58 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Organization: http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/ Subject: Re: Online with win 3.11 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Joy Sowell wrote: > > Way back in the day, when I first went online, I connected with my 486 > running Win 3.11, and a 14.4 modem. I've never heard of the program you > mentioned though. Joy, I'll bet you used it, you just never knew it :) It runs in the background and unless you have problems with it you'd never know it was there. Doris, I checked my machine ... I have a file named "Winsock.dll" which I think is it (or part of it) although I can't guarantee it's the right version for your friend, because I'm on Windows 98. If you'd like, I could e-mail it to you, so you guys could try it... you can write back to me privately if you're interested :) -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/rdu/j/e/jernigan/ God made you special, and He loves you very much. -- Veggie Tales theology The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. -- Henri Bergson ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 17:30:49 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: OT: LAFF Report, part one, long post Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi FoLCs: Wednesday, August 2, predawn, I awoke after only two hours of sleep to worry about the fog but it dissipated. Despite a late start from the upper East side of Manhattan, I made it to Newark Airport, broken suitcase handle and long check-in line notwithstanding, I somehow made it onto the plane. I savored the takeoff, as I usually do, and even dozed, a long fanfic in my lap. The stopover in Dallas was not too long but the weather at Burbank airport seemed really hot to me. Since I had forgotten to inquire about shuttle service, I cabbed it to the hotel and was able to check in right away. The Beverly Garland is part of the Holiday Inn chain and therefore has high standards, making it an excellent choice for our group. I showered, unpacked, met a few other FoLCs, which was the best part and found the video room. Through the course of LAFF, this was where you could really count on finding other FoLC nearly all the time and I was delighted to see lots of video I had never seen before, making it a brilliant idea! In addition, there were generous FoLC who allowed us to copy their stuff, one special gal who did the copying and another special gal who gave me a blank tape. I was thrilled to meet so many people for the first time with whom I had been in contact or whose excellent stories and posts I had read. I was happy to personally thank some people for items sent and also to renew old friendships begun in St. Louis last summer. I do, however regret that certain people who we hoped could come, did not make it. When we heard that Dean was to appear that night or the next on Politically Incorrect, I stayed up to watch. A bunch of us gathered in one person's room to watch Dean on Ripley's, remarking on his new glasses and laughing extensively about the interesting ramifications of the Techno-Bra:) I managed to stay up until PI came on but found out it was the next night and a friend of mine in MYC had already arranged to make a copy (one of my private editors, Ritz, a real Dean fan:)). Unfortunately, a migraine headache precluded my visit to the beach the next day, Thursday, 8/3, though I had a nice swim in the pool and a relaxing day, once the headache lifted. I was able to have many one-on-one conversations with various FoLCs as they returned from the beach. I read the biographies of most of the attendees in our program book and was enormously impressed with the range and scope of accomplishment and talent among the LAFF attendees, as well as their other interests and fascinating responses to survey questions. Whenever possible, LAFF members joined each other for meals and took photgraphs. Then came the costume party. I had been able to obtain a costume from Celebration Fantastic but had to work on it to make it fit me. It was a Supergirl outfit but I said I was Superwoman, since I think I have outgrown the "girl" part long since:) However, when it came time to stepping out of my room in said outfit, I nearly chickened out! "What am I, a middle aged woman, doing in this get-up?" I asked myself. But then I decided that there was no turning back, that it would be like any other role I have taken on (some of you may know that I sing opera) and I decided to go through with it. There were other convention guests who saw the outfit and hooted but it was in good nature. And there were so many other FoLCs in brilliant and much more original costumes, that the crowd must have been wowed. As I said that night to those who were there, I have new respect for Dean, and say that anyone who thinks he was not a good actor should don a super-suit and walk around in public for awhile to see how it feels. (When I dress as Zorro for Halloween, I am wearing a mask, which makes it easier, somehow). We had a wonderful buffet, the costume competition, and then an exciting auction where I won three items and was thrilled that I won anything! We were able to purchase our LAFF T-shirts, Daily Planet mugs (Yahoo, one of the best ideas I've seen!!) and Catch 22 cds. The proceeds were for charity. I'm now trying to remember what someone told me was in the Mxysptlic script for Lois to say instead of "Mr. Mazel Tov" so if someone can tell me, I'd appreciate it. I was in sensory overload, with apologies to the person I was talking to and we may have had that conversation on another occasion. We finished in time for PI, btw:) The next morning, 8/4, we were all organized to go to the WB Studio for a tour. Some of us had to check our stuff and only one person was allowed to take pictures but our guide had obviously done his homework and the tour, though long, strenuous, and hot, was excellent. He had even arranged for us to meet a former director on L&C, Neil Arens (sp?), who directed the Vixen ep. He only had a few minutes but answered all our questions. We all noticed locations on the lot, taught the tour guide a thing or two and spotted where specific scenes were done, walked down the Townhouse street, and saw the Daily Planet building, sans logo. We viewed the museum where Chris Reeve's Sman costume as well as a ton of others are on display, and I was especially tickled to find out that one of my favorite musicals, The Music Man was shot in "Smallville"!! Well, it is the same area of the studio.....:) We posed for group shots several times and were mostly too tuckered out to proceed to Universal studios, though I have been informed they had a neat Sman t-shirt there (with dragons on it) that I had wanted. We met again to proceed to Thousand Oaks, CA for the Kingsmen Shakespeare Festival, on a college campus there. We were extremely well received by the festival staff, dined on pizza or turkey legs ala the food concessions part of the festival and a series or preamble performances. One of the young blond actresses among the brilliant more junior performers knew we were there and went out of her way to come up with L&C or Sman references during her improvisations and we all howled. Although the temperature dropped, we all enjoyed The Taming of the Shrew under (shooting) stars and Lane Davies was a total hoot in this update to the American West version, played for LAUGHS:) Afterward, we got a special treat, Mr. Davies himself, still in costume, meeting with us in the Library Building Auditorium, for nearly an hour. He answered questions, posed for pictures, signed autographs and conversed with us, asking if any of us had met Dean, telling us how he nicked Dean with his sword during Soulmates and how much he enjoyed working with both actors who played H.G. Wells. He impressed me as a sort of Errol Flynn leading man type (tall and graceful) and he could not have been more gracious. Chris was wondeful, extremely organized, had maps and directions and remained calm the whole time!!! Ok, more to come (Dean meetings) in the next part. Carolyn ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 17:55:48 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: "ADITLOM" (RPG) Thirty-Seventh Installment, Week #38 (Part 1 of 1) Repost MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'm reposting this last segement because I left some info out! ;) ===================== Cast List Lois Lane: Alexis W. Clark Kent: Alexis W. Bruce Wayne: Sam F. * * * * WEEK #38 (7/3 TO 7/9) Re: Back in the Manor Clark hurried down to the bat cave. He didn't really care about the ringing phone. All he cared about was getting away from Jimmy. To Clark's surprise, there was actually a phone down in the cave! "Just my luck!" he said a loud to himself. He picked up the receiver and brought it to his ear. "Hello?" "Hello?" Bruce said into the phone, surprised it wasn't Alfred who answered. "Who . . .Clark, is that you?" "Um...yeah it's me," Clark gulped. "Why are you answering the phone?" "Well...I happened to be near a phone and I picked it up. Is something wrong?" "No, I was just checking in. I wanted to talk to Sam." In the background Bruce heard a high pitched screech. "Where are you?" "Um...you wouldn't believe me if I said the bathroom, would you?" Clark nervously laughed. "Not with what I just heard over the phone. How in the hell did you get down there?" Lois noticed Bruce getting a bit annoyed by the person on the other end of his cell phone. She tried to listen closely to what he was saying. "What the hell are you doing in the ba..." She missed the rest of what he had to say, when a busboy dropped a tray full of plates. "Damn, those busboys!" Lois muttered to herself. Clark continued arguing with Bruce on the phone. "Get where? Oh you mean down here...well I do have X-ray vision so I don't think it takes a lot to figure out how. Plus I'm worried about you Bruce. I'm worried about the other night. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I think it would be a whole heck of a lot easier for me to find a bomb and get rid of it then if you did." "I didn't exactly expect you'd do that in my house. Concerned about me? I appreciate it, but I would have known if someone had done that to the house, I pay enough for security. Where's Alfred? Have you seen Sam?" "I'll keep that in mind the next time something happens in Gotham," Clark said agitated. "No I haven't seen Alfred and I have no clue where your girlfriend is. It's not like I'm her keeper or anything. How's Lois? Is she doing okay?" "I thought I'd ask since the last time I saw her she was with you!" he snapped back. "Forget I said that," he said after a long silence. "Lois is fine. If you see Alfred have him call me." "Well that's good to hear...I mean I wouldn't want to find out she was being ignored by you. You tend to do that to women from time to time," he added without naming yesterday's incident. "Speaking of Lois, can I talk to her?" "No! Actually I have to go." "Fine...go...I mean I wouldn't want to over stay my welcome in your lair! Oh King of the Bats!" Clark snapped back. He had no clue why he was being so rude. Clark's emotions were finally getting the best of him! "Who's that?" Lois asked. This was the last thing Clark heard before Bruce hung up on him. >tbc< ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 19:18:30 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: "ADITLOM" (RPG) Thirty-Eighth Installment, Week #39 (Part 1 of 1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is the thirty-eighth installment of my rpg on yahoo called, "A Day in the Life of Metropolis." Go to: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/aditlom Public and private feedback welcomed! =) ===================== Cast List Lois Lane: Alexis W. Clark Kent: Alexis W. Bruce Wayne: Sam F. * * * * WEEK #39 (7/10 to 7/16) Re: Back in the Manor "No one important," Bruce answered. "So you have more questions for me?" "Uh, yes. But don't you think we should order lunch first?" Lois asked. >tbc< * * * * Re: Back in the Manor Clark left the BatCave and walked upstairs. He had nothing else to do so he started to wander the hallways. He came upon Lucy and Jimmy fast asleep on the couch. *Awww, isn't that sweet...I wish Lois and I could experience something like that,* he thought to himself. >tbc< * * * * Re: To the Restaurant "Yeah, I that would probably be a good idea. Wait. . ." he started to say just as his cell phone rang. He opened it and pushed talk. "Hello?" >tbc< ==== Re: Back in the Manor Clark rounded the corner and saw Alfred walk through the front door. He didn't even greet Clark as he went over to the phone and started dialing. Dick Grayson tapped Clark lightly on the shoulder as he watched Alfred pass by... Clark jumped slightly was he felt a hand touch his shoulder... >tbc< Look for Week #40 coming to a PC near you! Enjoy! Alexis ;-.) "You're a strange one, Clark Kent." (Lois) "Am I?" (Clark) "Yeah. But I think I've got you figured out." (Lois) "Really?" (Clark) "Uh huh." (Lois) "Didn't take you long." (Clark) "That's my business, looking beyond the external." (Lois) {Lnc, Pilot} ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 20:51:15 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: "ADITLOM" (RPG) Thirty-Ninth Installment, Week #40 (Part 1 of 1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is the thirty-ninth installment of my rpg on yahoo called, "A Day in the Life of Metropolis." Go to: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/aditlom Public and private feedback welcomed! =) ===================== Cast List Lois Lane: Alexis W. Clark Kent: Alexis W. Bruce Wayne: Sam F. Sam Falcon: Sam F. Dick Grayson: Dave * * * * WEEK #40 (7/17 to 7/23) Re: Back in the Manor "Sir, I just received a call from your secretary at Wayne Enterprises, there seems to be a pressing matter that should be dealt with." "I'm having lunch with Lois at the moment, can't it wait a few minutes?" "Sir, it's in regards to Miss Falcon." "What? I'll be right there." "Of course, Sir. I shall make my way into town now and take you there. What about Miss Lane?" "Could you bring her back to the Manor after you drop me off?" "Of course. I shall meet you shortly." They both hung up. >tbc< ====== Re: Back in the Manor Dick stepped back, startled by Clark's reaction. "Sorry about that... didn't mean to scare you." Dick frowned quizically. "Umm... couldn't you hear me coming?" "Huh? Oh! Yeah...well I've had a lot on my mind..." Clark's voice trailed off as he was trying to listen closely to Alfred's conversation. Dick turned in the direction he had seen Pennyworth amble off in. "Is everything okay, Clark? You really look like you have the world on your shoulders." "Yeah, Yeah...Everythings fine," Clark said as he continued to listen in on the phone conversation. "Actually, I do have something to tell you but I'm not sure if this is a good time." Dick looked at him, concerned. "What do you mean?" >tbc< ========== Re: To the Restaurant Bruce hung up his cell phone. "Lois, it looks like I need to go, something has come up." "Oh!" Lois said a bit disappointedly. "Is it something I can help you with?" she asked. "No, it's work related." "Oh, okay. Whatever," Lois said as she got up to leave. "I guess I'll just see myself out." "No wait, after Alfred drops me off, he can take you back to the manor." "Okay, that's fine," Lois said half-heartedly. She was hoping to get to know Bruce better, but she guessed now was just not the time. Instead she would be forced to spend yet another day with Kent! >tbc< * * * * Seattle She woke a long time before the plane landed and managed to get quite a bit written. She put her notebook in her carry-on before walking off the plane. She went and got her luggage, then headed out front to catch a cab. After she gets in the cab she opens her cell phone. "I'm on my way to my hotel." "He's back at the house, I'll try and keep him here." "Thanks, I'll call you when I'm leaving." "See you soon." "Yeah." >tbc< * * * * Look for Week #41 coming to a PC near you! Enjoy! Alexis ;-.) {"ADITLOM" arbitrator} ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 19:29:07 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Online with win 3.11 In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 04:29 AM 08/10/2000 -0500, you wrote: >hi, guys, > >A friend is trying to get an old 486 running win 3.11 ready to go online >with. Since this beastie (the machine not my friend ) is too slow to run >win 95, win 3.11 will need to do. I learned that a program called > >Trumpet Winsock > >is needed for this. I used to use it when I got on line with Win3.11 However, I don't need or have it any more. I suggest your friend ask his/her provider for help. Providers can be very nice about that kind of thing since they want our $$$ :) Debby Debby@swcp.com scripts... ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 22:57:40 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: "ADILTOM" (RPG) Fortieth Installment, Week #41 (Part 1 of 1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is the fortieth installment of my rpg on yahoo called, "A Day in the Life of Metropolis." Go to: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/aditlom Public and private feedback welcomed! =) ===================== Cast List Lois Lane: Alexis W. Clark Kent: Alexis W. Bruce Wayne: Sam F. Sam Falcon: Sam F. Dick Grayson: Dave * * * * WEEK #41 (7/24 to 7/30) Re: Back in the Manor Bruce stood up and then moved around to pull Lois' chair out. "Uh, thanks," she said rather uncomfortably. Lois wasn't used to gentlemanly behavoir. Usually Clark and her bolted out of their chairs if they had some place to go. At least Kent did. Heck he didn't even have the decency to say 'goodbye' at times! Bruce offered her his arm. "I can imagine he bolts quite often." "Uh, thanks," she said rather uncomfortably. Lois wasn't used to gentlemanly behavoir. Usually Clark and her bolted out of their chairs if they had some place to go. At least Kent did. Heck he didn't even have the decency to say 'goodbye' at times! Bruce offered her his arm. "I can imagine he bolts quite often." Lois grabbed onto his arm but at the same time was thinking hard about what was just said. *How the heck did Bruce know Clark never stayed in once place for a long time?!?* "How did you know that?" she asked out loud. "He's a reporter, I know how reporters are. He also has to keep up with you, Miss Lane." "True...Hey wait a minute, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Lois asked in annoyance. "How often are you in the office? To be as good as you are you have to on the move all the time. That would be hard for anyone to keep up with, especially with how determined you are." >tbc< * * * * Re: Seattle After dropping her stuff off at the hotel, she got out of a cab in front of the hospital. She stopped and just looked at the building as the cab pulled away behind her. "I hate hospitals," she whispered. She started slowly walking to the building. She walked up to the information desk and asked where she was. They told her room 410. She headed for the elevator. >tbc< * * * * Look for Week #42 coming to a PC near you! Enjoy! Alexis ;-.) "You're a strange one, Clark Kent." (Lois) "Am I?" (Clark) "Yeah. But I think I've got you figured out." (Lois) "Really?" (Clark) "Uh huh." (Lois) "Didn't take you long." (Clark) "That's my business, looking beyond the external." (Lois) {Lnc, Pilot} ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 23:47:03 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: "ADILTOM" (RPG) Forty-first Installment, Week #42 (Part 1 of 1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is the forty-first installment of my rpg on yahoo called, "A Day in the Life of Metropolis." Go to: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/aditlom Public and private feedback welcomed! =) ===================== Cast List Lois Lane: Alexis W. Clark Kent: Alexis W. Bruce Wayne: Sam F. Sam Falcon: Sam F. * * * * WEEK #41 (7/31 to 8/6) Re: Seattle She pressed the button and waited for it to arrive. When the doors opened she waited for those getting off and stepped in. She was right by the elevator panel and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The trip up to there seemed to take forever. >tbc< * * * * Re: To the Restaraunt Lois took a moment to think about what Bruce had just said. "It seems like I'm never in the office!" she laughed. "But Kent can be so annoying sometimes. We'll be on the heels of a major, breaking news story and all of a sudden he'll have some lamo excuse on why he has to run off! I admit that at first when the Chief paired us up, I was flabbergasted! Lois Lane, never works with a partner. But Kent grew on me...he lets me get away with a lot more than others I've been with. Just when I think I've found the perfect opportunity to say that I do appreciate what he gives to this partnership, he has to run off! I'm so frustrated and that usually results in me biting his head off at times." Lois looked away from Bruce as tears started welling up. *Why the hell am I getting all emotional over this?!?* she asked herself. "I can see how that could be frustrating. I never seem to be able to find time to do a lot of the things I want to either. It's my fault. I can relate to his needing to leave though." "You can? Why?" Lois asked in amazement. Before turning around she wiped the tears from her eyes. She didn't want him to know she had been crying. Maybe Bruce's sob story would make her feel better. >tbc< * * * * A Phone Call Clark watched Alfred hang up the phone and then walk away. "Uh Richard, I have to go now. I promise we'll talk as soon as I get back!" Clark said as he ran off. Dick watched Clark rush off. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away. "Okay..." >tbc< * * * * Re: To the Restaurant "Running a multi-million dollar business is not easy. It keeps me busy all the time. Not only do I run the business, but I try to do everything I can for Gotham. It needs all the help it can get. There are so many things pulling me in a lot of different directions." Lois noticed the Wayne car pulled up to the front of the restaurant. She waited for Bruce to open the door up for her. Bruce opened the door for Lois. "Thank you," Lois said as she got in. She was hoping Clark was still back at the Manor. >tbc< * * * * Re: Seattle When the elevator got to the fourth floor she stepped out. She looked at the signs and then headed to the right. When she got to room 410 she stopped at the door. "Can I do this?" she whispered. >tbc< * * * * Look for Week #43 coming to a PC near you! Enjoy! Alexis ;-.) "You're a strange one, Clark Kent." (Lois) "Am I?" (Clark) "Yeah. But I think I've got you figured out." (Lois) "Really?" (Clark) "Uh huh." (Lois) "Didn't take you long." (Clark) "That's my business, looking beyond the external." (Lois) {Lnc, Pilot} ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 00:25:36 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: MARRIED, WITH CHILDREN MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is just a little bit of a thing I just posted on Zoom's Boards and thought I woul share with you too. Enjoy! Jude MARRIED, WITH CHILDREN By: Jude judithwilliams@prodigy.net Submitted: August, 2000 This is an early episode in my exploration of the lives of Lois and Clark in the 21st Century. Feedback is solicited and gratefully received, publicly here or privately at the above address. My deepest gratitude goes to Ann McBride for her excellent proofreading and editing skills. <> enclose direct thoughts and * * enclose emphasized words. The usual disclaimers apply and no infringement is intended on those characters copyrighted to Warner Brothers and D.C. Comics. The characters and events created by me belong to me and may not be used without my permission. MARRIED WITH CHILDREN "Clark, I can't believe you're actually going in here!" At the end of a hot September afternoon at the Zoo with her husband, Clark Kent, and their children, Laura and Chris, Lois Lane was tired, hungry and irritable, and not working very hard at hiding it. It *had* been a trying day. The temperature had risen much higher than had been forecast and Christopher had been particularly devilish, refusing to be held and, when deposited on the ground, darting off to some other exhibit so that he had to be fetched, usually by Lois who would be after him almost as soon as he was gone. He had relished this game until finally Clark took him by the hand and wouldn't relinquish it no matter how much he squirmed and protested, preferring to distract the boy with tales about the animals they were seeing rather than punishing him. Recognizing that Lois' mood was worsening and hoping that, later on, they would be able to enjoy their first uninterrupted romantic evening in, as he reckoned, 9 days, 14 hours, 35 minutes and 17 seconds, Clark attempted to keep her calm as he replied patiently, "Honey, you know Christopher is still adjusting to being potty trained, and when he announces insistently that he has to go we'd better pay attention or the result will be embarrassment and tears for him and a lot of trouble for us." Yes, she knew that all too well and was not of a mind to add to the deterioration of what had started out as a fun and pleasant outing by insisting on going on to some other place. Eight year old Laura spoke superciliously from the back seat, "*I* adjusted right away. *I* never had any problems like Christopher." "Yes, dear," Lois responded automatically, "we remember how well trained you were, right away. Little girls seem to catch on faster than little boys." Laura sniffed triumphantly at Chris who jiggled and bumped within the confines of his seatbelt and reached out to grab at her in retaliation for her remark. She easily avoided his lunge and peered through his window with curiosity at the food establishment into whose parking lot they were turning. "You can't look out my window," protested Chris. "Don't look out my window! Daddy, make Laura stop looking out my window." "Laura, stop looking out your brother's window," Clark said as he maneuvered through the rows of cars. Lois continued to voice her objection. "Are you sure this is the nearest place? You know I don't allow the children to go to places like this. Couldn't you have taken him at the park?" "Lois, these places are everywhere and they usually have clean rest rooms. In fact they should probably get a Presidential citation as the provider of America's Public Rest Rooms. If you had seen the Men's room at the park, you 'd know why this is better." She sighed in resignation. "I saw the Women's and don't even want to think about how much worse the Men's might be." "And," Clark went on, "you said you were hungry, so we can get some food here, before taking the kids to your Mother's for the night." "Food? Eat food *here*?" "Yes, honey, they have food here. That's why it's called a 'fast food' place." "Clark, they don't have food here. They have fat, salt and sugar disguised as food. You know I don't want the children to eat this stuff. You *know* how careful I am about their nutrition!" "Relax, honey, I'm sure they have some nutritious items mixed in with the fat, salt and sugar." By this time they had parked on the treeless, shadeless asphalt tarmac and were disembarking into the heat waves radiating from its surface. Lois flailed her way out of her bucket seat as Laura primly swung her knees around and stepped daintily to the ground. On the opposite side of the car, Clark was unbuckling Christopher from his seat belt and lifting him from the vehicle. Lois looked at Christopher's shirt and shorts, wrinkled and covered with dirt and grass stains; at her own rumpled slacks, knees soiled from having to crawl under a vacant souvenir stand to retrieve her errant son; her sleeveless blouse, smeared with fudgicle remnants from Christopher's hands; then at Clark and Laura who both appeared as crisp and fresh as they had when they had set off on this outing shortly after lunch, and she sighed again. Yes, Laura was her father's daughter, and Chris was definitely her son-jumping excitedly into everything regardless of the outcome, and afterward exhibiting the inevitable visible signs of the consequences. As Clark put Christopher down, the boy exclaimed brightly, " Look, Daddy, the Goldy Narches! Can I have some F'ench f'ies again?" Clark quickly busied himself adjusting Christopher's clothing and combing his hair so that he would not be able to look at Lois whose eyes were now upon him in glaring surprise. "Again? Again! You've been here before and you've been feeding him French fries!" she accused. Hurrying Christopher toward the door of the restaurant closest to the rest rooms, Clark muttered, "No, I don't think we've been *here* before." If he had hoped to out leg Lois, prevent her from hearing his reply and continuing her questions, he was doomed from the start. No one out ran Lois Lane in pursuit of the truth. She was right along side him as he crossed the blacktop. Laura trailed behind. Although she spoke sotto voce, her intent came across loud and clear. "Clark Kent, you may not have been in this particular place, but you've been in one like it, and more than once from the way Chris is so familiar with the food. I don't understand why you would feed him this.this.garbage when you know I don't want him eating things that are bad for him." "But Lois, we don't really know if they *are* bad for him. If he has my metabolism, he can eat anything he likes. He may not have to eat at all!" "Well, there's no evidence to support that so far," she retorted. "He never *stops* eating. What if he has my digestive system? I don't want him to get used to eating swill and then find that he has to give it up or endanger his health." Clark sensed something deeper at work than a passionate concern for their children's diet. He had no idea what it was but he knew that if she dug her heels in on this, their plans for later could be forestalled by what, to him, was an inconsequential disagreement. He had to ameliorate the situation. "It is true that we don't know yet what he may have inherited from you or me, but a little fast food once in a while isn't going to turn him into an addict." The frightened expression on her face in reaction to his words was another indication of some deep-seated problem. He decided to drop that particular point until he could explore it without further exacerbating what was already a touchy situation, one that could derail the 'touching' he had in mind for later. "I don't understand why you're defending this junk! What is so important about burgers and fries?" she demanded. "Honey," he followed up, "when guys are out together shooting some hoops or throwing a football around, they like to finish up with some All-American food. You can go for a beer and a dog, or for a burger and fries, and since Chris isn't ready for beer yet, we do our bonding at a place like this." It sounded perfectly obvious and logical to him. "Clark, Christopher is barely *three* years old. He can't shoot hoops or throw footballs around 'with the guys'. He's supposed to be out male-bonding with his father whose job is to protect him, not teach him to like junk food!" Well, he couldn't argue with the last part, but he could still argue. "I was speaking metaphorically, Lois, and I think you're over-reacting. I'm not teaching him to like the food, just letting him try something a little different now and then." She was not diverted. "And we already know that he's not like you in at least one way. He catches colds and gets earaches. You never got sick, even as a baby, and neither did Laura, but *he* does." She was very protective of Christopher because of those colds. They were an indication that he might be more human than Kryptonian and therefore prey to any number of invasions by harmful substances from a dangerous world. Her fierce lioness was always on guard against any threat to her cub, and she would be especially conscious of his colds night now, because Christopher had been suffering from one, as well as an intermittent earache, for the last week. That, combined with an unusual volume of Superman emergencies was the reason their love life had been in a void. Chris would wake up in the night, not feeling well, and wanting no one but Lois to comfort him. Well, Clark could understand that. He felt exactly the same way when he was miserable. However, Christopher, unlike most sick children, did not stay in his bed and call for his mother to come to him. Oh no, he would go looking for her; and he wouldn't knock! He had been taught to do so, but a sick little boy doesn't always remember what he's supposed to do. And since there was no lock on their bedroom door, the few times during the week when Clark had been home in bed with his wife, thoughts of anything more than a chaste goodnight kiss were pretty much out of the question. He wanted to put a lock on the door, but Lois refused saying that she didn't want her children to come looking for her and find themselves shut out, at least not until Chris was a little older. "Lois, you know that he will get some things from me and some from you. You get a lot of colds so he got those genes from you. That doesn't mean that he won't get my food processing ability. You're just being unreasonable about this." As soon as he said it he wanted to grab the words and stuff them back into his mouth. What a blunder! He had issued the challenge, flung the gauntlet, spoken the phrase most likely to provoke an all-out fight: 'Lois Lane, unreasonable.' They needed a time out. Fortunately, they had entered the restaurant and were approaching the Men's room door. "Please explain to me." she began in that cold, controlled voice that presaged an emotionally heated attack. But she was interrupted as Clark pushed Christopher inside the Men's room. "Later, Lois. Christopher has to go," and they disappeared behind the closing door. ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 00:26:50 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: MARRIED WITH CHILDREN Part 2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit "Daddy never takes me anywhere like this place," said Laura. "It isn't fair. What's so bad about French fries and why can't we eat them?" "French fries are potatoes prepared in a very greasy way that makes them very bad for you and that's why Mommy doesn't want you to eat them," Lois replied absently as she mulled over Clark's inflammatory challenge. "But I thought potatoes were good for you." Returning to the moment, Lois explained, "Not when they're full of grease, Sweetheart. Regarding her daughter speculatively, she asked, "Where *does* Daddy take you when you go out together?" "Oh, different places, museums and stuff," answered Laura noncommittally. "No, I mean to eat. Don't you go somewhere for a snack or something?" Lois was dogging another suspicious trail but trying to appear nonchalant. "We just go to someplace nearby where we can get things like, you know, salads and fruit and sometimes ice cream." Laura's answer was casually vague but spoken with such innocence that Lois was put off the scent. What she did not realize was that Laura, while not actually speaking a lie was intentionally misdirecting her mother's suspicions, a proclivity no doubt inherited from her father. She was old enough to realize that Lois would not approve of her weekly trips to The Chocolate Shop with Clark who had persuaded the proprietor to create a special sundae just for them: a Twinkie Split. Similar to its counterpart, the common banana split, it began with a Twinkie split long ways. Nestled in the valley of the two halves were 3 scoops of ice cream-Chocolate Chocolate Chip, Chocolate' Mallow Peanut Butter, and Double Fudge Nut. On top of the first was a thick layer of white chocolate sauce; on the second, hot fudge; and on the third , chunks of fresh pineapple. Overlaying all three was a generous spritz of real whipped cream. And sitting gloriously atop each mound was a chocolate covered cherry. An ordinary human might consider eating this concoction for a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but Laura, armed with her mother's love of chocolate and her father's ability to consume even the most sickening junk food, happily ate her way through one of these each week. She wasn't about to spill the facts and ruin her fun. After all, pineapple *was* fruit, and for all she knew, The Chocolate Shop had some kind of salad on its menu. "Come on, let's visit the Ladies' room and clean up a little; then we'll see if we can find something half-way nutritious to eat here," said Lois, put off for the moment. When Lois and Laura came around the corner from the rest rooms, they found Clark and Christopher studying the big menu board behind the counter, the boy in miniature imitation of his father's stance. Seeing them, Clark pointed out, "Look, honey, they have salads and chicken nuggets and chicken sandwiches. Those are nutritious." The hopeful and placating tone in his voice would have made Lois laugh on some other occasion. But she wasn't about to be distracted from ferreting out the secret of Christopher's eating habits when he and Clark were out together. "You think so Clark? Okay, why don't you get an assortment of what you think we ought to eat here, while we go find a table." He didn't want this to turn into the tenth scoreless night in a row. After looking the menu over carefully, he walked to the counter to order. Lois, Laura and Chris finally found an empty booth way in the back, around the corner on the opposite side from the entrance and near the children's indoor playroom. Chris, spotting the red, yellow and blue apparatus, yelled, "Big toys," and spurted for the door. Lois grabbled him around the waist, hoisted him onto the bench and quickly sat next to him, effectively preventing his escape. Laura placed herself opposite them after carefully inspecting the seat and tabletop for messy food particles. "Mommy," Christopher pleaded, "Big Toys! I wanna go climb and slide!" Laura spoke up in her best adult voice. "I'll go in and watch him until Daddy comes, Mommy. I'll see that he stays out of trouble." "Well, that's very sweet of you Laura, but it's when you *can't* see him, that he gets into trouble. Daddy will take him for a few minutes after bringing the food, if he still wants to go." Christopher squirmed and finally stood on the seat to watch through the Plexiglas window as the other children played. "Look Mommy, you can climb up and jump off, but I can't see where you land!" "That's just what I'm afraid of," said Lois dryly, as Clark came around the corner toward them carrying a tray of food. Lois perused the fare with a skeptical eye: chicken nuggets, breaded and deep fried, grease-grilled chicken sandwiches, shaker salads and milk. Well, at least the sandwiches had lettuce and tomato and they could scrape off some of the mayonnaise. They could take the breading off the nuggets and the milk was 1% although she would have preferred skim. The salads, while filled with nutritionally empty iceberg lettuce, also had carrots, cabbage, and tomato; and the low fat dressing was on the side so she could regulate how much went into the shaker. she thought, As she expected, Christopher, upon spying the food, lost interest in the playroom and slid into his seat, reaching for his milk. Lois deftly blocked his hands, inserted a straw into the opening of the carton and placed it on the table in front of him, admonishing, "Hold tight with both hands, Christopher and drink slowly. Put it down *carefully* when you've finished." The boy muttered "Hmhm" around a mouthful of milk, and she took that to mean that he had heard and understood. *Obeying* was yet to be decided. "Honey, you'd better let me sit next to him so you can eat your salad," said Clark. They exchanged places after she de-breaded some nuggets and put them within the boy's reach. As she sat next to Laura, who was gingerly picking up a nugget with two fingers while spreading out the rest of her hand to avoid coming in contact with grease, Christopher said insistently, "Can't I have a hangeber 'n F'ench f'ies, Daddy?" Lois glowered as Clark hastily replied, "Not today, Big Guy. We're gonna try something new." "Mr. Phillips says eating hamburgers will clog your insides and give you a heart attack and you could die. He knows everything about nutrition. He says he never eats bad things. He only eats good things so he will live a long time." This pronouncement from Laura was received with surprise by Clark who looked at Lois, eyebrows raised questioningly. "Mr. Phillips?" "The new science specialist and male teacher du jour of the third grade girls," Lois explained. "Ah." Clark nodded in understanding. "Mr. Phillips is wonderful," Laura continued. "He knows all about science, although." she paused, contemplating torn loyalties, "I don't think he knows as much as Grampa Sam...but he's still wonderful. We learned all about good food and bad food when he taught us. I don't ever want to eat bad food." Having finished her declaration, she delicately placed a naked chicken nugget in her mouth and chewed. For the moment, both offspring were safely engaged in eating, so Lois added a tiny bit of dressing to her salad, shook vigorously, picked up her fork and tasted warily. It wasn't too bad and she was starving. She dug in as Clark inhaled a couple of grilled chicken sandwiches. Lois was munching on a carrot, when she noticed a bearded man, two booths down, who was mid-way through eating a Big Mac, Super-Size fries and drinking a large cola. He looked in their direction and when he noticed the Kent table, he abruptly stopped chewing, stood, gathered his belongings and quickly walked away, depositing most of his food in the trash container before scurrying out the door. "That was odd," Lois observed. "Did you see that man, Clark? When he saw us, he almost panicked in his hurry to leave. He seemed terrified. I know Chris and I are a little scruffy, but we're not that bad." Laura was sniffling. "Tha..that was Mr. Phillips! He said he *never* eats hamburgers. But he was! And he was eating those fried potatoes and drinking cola. He was eating *bad food*!" she cried. Putting an arm around her daughter, Lois tried to comfort her. "Oh, Sweetheart, I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for it." "Sure, honey," Clark added. "Maybe he was doing some kind of experiment to see why that food is so popular." "Do you think so?" said Laura, hopefully, tears abating. "Of course," said Lois, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Why don't you ask him at school tomorrow." "No, Laura," said Clark urgently. "That might not be such a good idea. He probably wants to wait until he's finished his research so he can make a report to the class, right Lois?" "Uuhh, right! I should have thought of that. Now finish your chicken, Laura." Looking over at Christopher, she saw a familiar sight. The boy was holding a nugget in each hand and alternating bites, while humming an almost soundless tune as he bobbed his head up and down and swayed his body from side to side to the beat of his music. His eyes were half closed and he was, except for the bites of chicken, focused entirely inward. It was his signal that he was tired and ready for sleep. Not that he wouldn't fight going to bed, but it would be a temporary battle. Ellen would be lucky to keep him awake for his bath. Bobbing and swaying to the internal music, he was all alone in a world he made for himself; a world where even Lois was not permitted. With his last two nuggets in his hands, he stood up on the bench and began to move his feet in rhythm with the rest of his body. After looking around to be sure that he wasn't bothering anyone, Lois relaxed and enjoyed watching her son as he began to disengage from the excitement of his eventful day. With his auburn hair, green eyes and freckles, so different from his parents ' and sister's dark hair and eyes, he might have looked like someone else's little boy to a stranger; but no matter what other congenital heritage might eventually surface, Lois knew the origin of his physical appearance. When she looked at him, she saw her mother's sister, Liz, whose likeness Christopher exhibited, the two of them genetic throwbacks to their Irish forebears. Moving about on the bench, he called to mind, with his red hair, freckles and upturned nose, a small leprechaun dancing to cast a magic spell under a Gaelic moon. Clark was watching him too, and they smiled at each other, sharing the warmth and joy of their love for their son. Soon, three Kents had finished eating and two of them were beginning to get restless, but Lois was still working on a salad. Realizing that Christopher needed to begin his bedding down routine, Clark suggested, "Honey, why don't I run Laura and Christopher over to your Mother's; we're practically there. You can finish your salad and when I get back, we can discuss our plans for the evening." Laura and Christopher were spending the night with Ellen while Sam was out of town. Lois and Clark, not having had an intimate night together long enough for it to be of almost obsessive interest to both of them, were hoping for an unimpeded romantic evening. "Are you and Mommy going to have a good time tonight, Daddy?" Laura asked. "I certainly hope so," her father breathed, looking at Lois. "Why can't we stay and have a good time with you? Laura persisted. "Because Gramma Ellen would be very disappointed if she couldn't see you tonight," Lois broke in. Go with Daddy, so you can see what fun things she' s planned for you. Maybe she'll teach you some more about bridge." "I didn't really understand that very well. It was kind of boring." "Then get her to play Pokemon or Monopoly. You know how much you like those." "Oh yes! Come on, Christopher, let's go." ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 00:28:08 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: MARRIED, WITH CHILDREN Part 3 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Giving her mother a kiss, Laura started for the door, but Christopher was moving more slowly. "Come on, Sweet Boy," urged Lois. "Give Mommy a big hug and a good night kiss." "Okay," and he obliged saying, "I love you Mommy." Calling softly after him, "I love you, too," she watched him walk away toward his sister and her heart stumbled just a little as she wondered how much longer he would feel free to show his affection so casually. Then they were gone, depositing their trash in the containers by the door. Laura's relationship with her Grampa Sam was a special one, that of two scientific minds embracing one another across a wide gap of years. Sam would take the little girl into his laboratory where they would closet themselves embarking upon who knew what kinds of secret activities. He would reveal exciting mysteries to her and show her how to perform simple chemical experiments. He allowed her to enter sample data into his computer and showed her how to manipulate the numbers to produce wondrous new concepts. She would be content with him for hours. Lois was mystified that her father, who had regarded his own daughters as useless girls, now seemed to find this little girl so worthy; until Clark offered the explanation that, among other reasons, he could be attempting to apologize and make up for past sins. But Sam was out of town, and Ellen and Laura did not have a similar meeting of the minds. Ellen dearly loved her granddaughter, but was puzzled by her and did not quite know how to please her. She couldn't teach her to bake cookies or go on long rambles through the fields with her as her Gramma Martha did. Instead, they would go shopping for the latest fads;and Ellen would gladly endure interminable hours of card and board games which she loathed, even going so far as to let Laura *win*; thus, they found a common meeting ground. With Christopher Ellen was easy and relaxed. She laughed at his mischief and allowed him reasonably free rein as he would dash from here to there in her house and yard, constantly asking questions: "What is this? Why does that move that way? Where did this come from?" She patiently answered them all, teaching him about many new and different objects that he did not find in his own little world on Hyperion Avenue. She continued his education when they went for walks in the park nearby, explaining what the plants were and how and why they grew. He was never allowed to be wantonly destructive, rude or bothersome to other people; and she was never careless with him, always intervening when he would make one of his frequent dashes toward the street. Observing them, Lois saw what her mother must have been like with her and Lucy when they were small, before the troubles with Sam began; and Ellen fell into the wasted life of an alcoholic. Laura and Christopher were happy and secure when they visited the Lanes, and Lois and Clark were comfortable leaving them in capable hands. When Clark returned from Ellen's, Lois had changed sides of the table and was sitting with her back to him, apparently still eating. As he got closer, he saw, to his surprise, that she was preoccupied with stuffing her mouth with French fries; so preoccupied, n fact, that she hadn't heard him approaching. Grinning, he leaned over and whispered, "And would you like fries with that, Miss?" Startled, Lois jumped and French fries flew everywhere--across the table, onto the other seat, all over the floor. She turned her face toward him revealing distress and chagrin. "O-o-o-h Cla-a-a-rk," she wailed, "I fell off the wagon! The.smell..was.just.too.tempting." Tears were traversing her cheeks and she sniffed between each word. "What?" Clark replied disconcertedly. "There's something about me I've never told you. I'm a French fry junkie! I can't resist them. Not just any French fries.*these*." She pointed. "They 're s-o-o-o thin and crispy on the outside, and so soft and mushy on the inside.When I was in junior high school, I ballooned to 150 pounds because, and I was only five foot two then, because every afternoon after school I would devour 3 Supersize orders and wash them down with a large diet Coke. Isn't that silly? Why bother with a *diet* Coke when you're eating all those fries." An unbelieving Clark was trying to visualize his svelte wife as a short 150-pound teen but it was not an image he could conjure into focus. Lois was still speaking; he realized that full babbling mode had set upon her. If he didn't keep up, he'd be hopelessly lost. "And now I'm doing it again. I can't help myself. And then there's that other thing.in junior high it could have been disastrous if I'd been allowed to date, which I wasn't, and I hadn't developed yet, anyway, so boys weren't interested in me, but when I got to high school things changed and I knew I had to control myself, so I started a kind of French fries Anonymous with my best friend because she was addicted too and we stopped cold turkey and went on a diet and I haven't had these since, until just now and that's why I never want to come to these places because the odor of those fries is just irresistible, and eating them could be disastrous except that now, of course, I have you." His face was scrunched up from trying to follow what had been said all in one breath and Clark was marveling over this feat as he attempted to console her, "Honey, it's okay. We all have our weaknesses, though I thought yours was chocolate." "Oh, no. Chocolate is controllable. I can eat a little and then leave it alone. Not like French fries.one fry demands another and then another..." While they were talking about chocolate, she had pulled him down onto the bench beside her and now had her arms around him kissing the side of his face and nuzzling his neck. "Lois, honey, don't you think it's a little public here for this kind of thing? And what did you mean, 'Now you have me'?" "Didn't I tell you?" she replied as she pressed against him, continuing her osculatory exploration. "You know that thing that pasta does to you? Well, these French fries do that to me." His eyes opened wide with stunned comprehension. Aroused by her revelation, he tried to speak rationally and calmly. "Honey, why don't we get out of here and away from temptation? Instead of going home, how about we indulge ourselves and check in at the Cozy Motel. It's just a few blocks away." "Oh, Sweetheart, I'd rather go home. It's not that far and." She tilted her head to meet his lips and gave him a composure-shattering kiss. "M-m-m-m-m. I've really been looking forward to being in our bed tonight." She found herself in the car incredibly quickly, almost faster than she could say 'Super Speed'. As he closed the car door for her, he said, " I'll be right back," and vanished. Inside the restaurant, he placed a $50 bill on the counter and said to the fresh-faced young man behind it, "The change is yours if you can give me 10 Super Size orders of fries to go by the time I count to 30." "They're in the bag Mister," gasped the youth 30 seconds later, and Clark was out the door with his purchase. As he left, he was whistling an old tune that the boy tried to place. It was something his grandparents used to play on that funny old record player that used a needle and played those records with grooves in them, that spun around really fast and shattered if you dropped them. They used to dance to this song, holding each other close, speaking low and laughing. It was something about being in the mood for love. Fortunately no policemen were patrolling between that particular fast food restaurant and the Hyperion Avenue townhouse, or the love-starved couple might have spent the night explaining to a judge why they were in such a hurry. Clark had to be particularly watchful, because Lois was wrapped around him, distracting him by nibbling on his ear and articulating provocative sounds deep in her throat. Scraping the curb as they screeched to a stop, they ran up the steps of their house, providing neighbors with yet another titillating glimpse at the strange behavior of the famous couple next door. Having closed the front door behind them, he threw her over his shoulder in a firefighter's carry and whooshed upstairs to the bedroom, French fries scattering in their wake like Hansel and Gretel's crumbs. Dropping her on the bed, he leaned over, placed a hand on each side of her and asked, "More French fries?" Her answer was to tug him down on top of her, throw her arms around him and begin kissing him in every place she could reach. ++++++++++ Later, as they lay together, smiling and holding each other, brushing occasional light kisses here and there, murmuring this and that, she began to giggle and with a quizzical look he said, "What?" "All those French fries!" she exclaimed, as she turned on to her back. "What on earth will we do with them?" "Well, we could freeze them, save them for when you're mad at me. Maybe I could use them another time to get you into a 'proper' mood?" Glancing at him sideways, she said archly, "I don't think 'proper' is what you're looking for. Rolling over, half on top of him, she continued, "All I need to get into a *loving* mood," she whispered huskily, "is you." And she proceeded to prove it. THE END ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 04:45:18 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Irene D." Subject: Re: MARRIED, WITH CHILDREN MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Jude, What a hoot! I LOL'ed while I read this. Irene ===== sirenegold@yahoo.comwww.communities.msn.com/equestrianmusic __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Kick off your party with Yahoo! Invites. http://invites.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 11:22:40 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: "ADILTOM" (RPG) Forty-first Installment, Week #42 (Part 1 of 1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Alexis. Thank you for posting from a faithful reader, who doesn't happen to be into online chats, etc. Did you know ADITLOM is now 340 pages in MS Word? I like it, BTW even though I'd like to strangle Lois sometimes. And Jimmy's jumping to conclusions - well If I were CK I'd be more than a bit emotional at this point. That kind of thing can ruin a friendship. You are really tackeling a complicated but fascinating story. Thanks to all the participants. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 09:00:51 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Where is "The Darkest Hour? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Yoohoo, Erin! Where is the rest of "The Darkest Hour? Nan ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 09:27:14 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: What Happened to "The Darkest Hour"? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey, Erin, where's the rest of "The Darkest Hour"? We're still waiting for the ending. Why would a little thing like taking care of your children get in the way of that? Nan ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 21:08:20 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Questions for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_0180_01C003D8.47B77AC0" This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_0180_01C003D8.47B77AC0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hey guys! Just a couple of question for a fic; I thought some of you might be able = to help me with those: How much time would it take for a private jet to fly from the East Coast = to Paris? And am I confusing with LA or is Paris called the 'City of Lights' by = the American people? Thanks! 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kaethel@club-internet.fr ------=_NextPart_000_0180_01C003D8.47B77AC0-- ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 15:35:27 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Anita Hook Subject: Re: Questions for a fanfic In-Reply-To: <018501c003c7$85107f40$639a24c3@oemcomputer> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi Helene, I'm not sure about the time it takes to fly from the East coast to Paris, perhaps one of our globe troting LAFFers can answer that one. As to the 'City of Lights'..I've always thought that Paris is call that and LA is sometimes referred to as the "City of Angels". Hope this helps a bit. Regards Anita At 09:08 PM 8/11/00 +0200, you wrote: > Hey guys! Just a couple of question for a fic; I thought some of you >might be able to help me with those: How much time would it take for a >private jet to fly from the East Coast to Paris? And am I confusing with >LA or is Paris called the 'City of Lights' by the American people? >Thanks! Helene :) ------------------------------------------------------ > on AIM >kaethel@club-internet.fr ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 16:33:01 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Joy Sowell Subject: Re: Questions for a fanfic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit It would depend on the private jet itself. Didn't the Concorde make the trip in like 3.5 hours at Supersonic speeds? If so, and if you don't want your own supersonic plane, around 6 hours?? ______________________________________________ FREE Personalized Email at Mail.com Sign up at http://www.mail.com/?sr=signup ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 16:56:00 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: Questions for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Helene, Yes, Paris is called "The City of Lights." As for flight times to Paris, I would think that a private jet might take longer than a 747 or a DC-10. They take approximately 6 hours from New York City. As Joy said, the Concorde takes about 3-3 1/2 hours. A private jet might take longer -- maybe 7 or 8, depending on whether or not they fly as fast as jumbo jets. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 17:23:15 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: OT: LAFF Report, part two, long post Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi FoLCs: OK, ran out of time, will have to post this Monday, but I think, hope and pray it will be worth the wait:) Carolyn ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 17:09:12 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: alauters Subject: Time Elapsed 18/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit *** >From the air, Clark quickly spotted the Jeep heading north on an old country road. He thought briefly about flying down, commandeering the jeep, and rescuing Lois, but almost as if she were talking in his ear, he realized Lois wouldn’t want that. They were minutes from finding answers to the puzzle that had started with Ellen’s crash; the person in the Jeep -- and its final destination -- could provide those clues. Besides, he noted as he x-rayed the Jeep, the person was holding Lois hostage with a gun. The odds of that gun going off if he commandeered the Jeep were a little too slim for Clark’s comfort. Nothing to do, Clark thought. Nothing to do but watch, listen, and wait. *** Inside the Jeep, Lois reached for a now-cold nugget, one hand on the steering wheel. “Watch it!” her captor growled from the back seat. Lois rolled her eyes. “I happen to be hungry. Why do you think I was at McDonalds in the first place? So I could just smell the French fries? Puh-lease.” She picked up the nugget and started nibbling on it. “Want one?” “Thanks, no,” the deep voice responded automatically from the back seat. “Polite for a kidnapper, aren’t you?” Lois goaded. “Why not? Do feel free to keep eating -- and take the next left.” “We’re going in circles,” Lois commented. “Are you sure you know where we’re going? If it’s one thing I hate, it’s getting lost by kidnappers.” Irritably, her captor said, “Don’t you ever quiet down?” “Nope,” Lois said gaily. She checked her rear view mirror. “It’s one of my more endearing qualities, you know. I babble. It’s really more of a habit than a quality, I suppose, although my husband seems to like it. He calls it my ‘Lane babble gene;’ I’m not sure why. Although my mother can really start talking when she gets going, too --” The gun barrel suddenly pressed much more tightly to her temple. “I suggest you eat more and talk less.” “Umm, OK.” Lois stuffed another nugget in her mouth, and the pressure on her temple eased. She chewed, swallowed, then hesitantly said, “You know, that gun threat thing? It doesn’t really work in this situation.” Amused, the voice said, “Why not?” “Well, mostly because I’m doing the driving. If you shoot me, we’ll be in an accident, and if you don’t die, you’ll be hurt,” Lois pointed out, then ate another nugget. “Clever, Ms. Lane,” he answered. “Of course, I might have some protection against getting hurt.” “True,” Lois agreed, then played her hunch. “But somehow I don’t think your other friends would like me to be dead, not if they’ve spent years planning my capture.” “Perhaps I have no friends. Perhaps I simply saw you at the McDonalds and wanted you. Perhaps I’m taking you to a secluded corner of a forest somewhere -- a place you’ll never be found.” Lois mentally shuddered. “Or, perhaps you’re part of the group of people who almost killed my mother, tried to control my dreams and planned for me to hook up with a Greek god.” Silence in the backseat led Lois to believe she’d stunned him. She continued, “The only thing I haven’t figured out is why.” “Listening to you go on tonight, I wonder myself,” the hooded man said dryly. “You have been busy, haven’t you?” “You could say that,” Lois said. “I wonder why I never figured it out. And what’s so special about me?” “You never figured it out because you weren’t meant to, my dear,” he said. “We’ve always been in the wings, gently pushing you in the directions we wanted you to go, distancing you from your family, waiting for the moment when, in your loneliness, you would turn to our chosen pawn, a man intended to bring you to Morpheus.” “Always?” Lois asked. “How long has this been going on?” “Since before you were born,” the man said reverently. “The summer your mother waited to give birth to you. Your birth was hailed by us all as a sign that our god’s glory would return, for he waited only for his bride.” “You knew my mother when she was pregnant with me?” “I didn’t, no, but another of our number did. It was he who chose her to deliver the bride of Morpheus; he has guided us to this moment, when we now can join you to your intended husband,” he explained. “Siefert,” Lois said shortly. “Yes,” the man agreed. “Listen, buster, I already have a husband, and I don’t intend to get rid of him to become the bride of any so-called god,” Lois raised her voice coldly. “Who are you?” “I am called Castor by my brethren,” he said. “And your husband is dead.” Shocked by the bluntness of the statement, Lois asked tremulously, “How do you know?” “My sister Beverly planted a bomb on his chair. It was to go off this afternoon. Your husband is undoubtedly dead,” Castor smoothly explained. “She never misses.” Lois thought quickly. She knew Clark wasn’t dead; he was, she hoped, monitoring this conversation and her ride from the air. But what made Castor so sure? “I can’t believe he’d be dead,” she said softly. “He’s survived so much.” Castor frowned under his hood. “It’s true he has been more resilient than most. But in this case, we received a message from our brother at your newspaper that the plot had succeeded.” A message from someone at the Planet? Lois wondered who that could be, but knew without a doubt now that someone’s cover had been blown. Clark was still here, alive. But she couldn’t let Castor know that. “What makes you think I’ll just up and marry this Morpheus character?” “Why wouldn’t you?” Castor asked. “Your late husband surely taught you the joys of marriage. We had planned for Luthor to show you that, but, of course, he had other ideas. Difficult to control, that man.” Lois’s heart stopped. They had been responsible for Luthor’s involvement in her life? Icily, she pulled over to the side of the road, and ignoring the gun, turned to Castor. “How dare you all interfere in my life! How dare you manipulate my friends and my family! You have no right! And I will never marry this Morpheus creep.” Through the dusky back window, she saw Clark land behind the car. “You can kill me first,” she finished. “Well,” Castor said lightly. “It looks like you’ve called my bluff. You know I can’t kill you; you belong to my god. Neither, however, can I let you go.” He raised the gun -- for what purpose, Lois never found out, because Clark suddenly opened Lois’s door and hauled her outside. Within seconds Castor had been disarmed and bound, his hood ripped from his head. *** ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 20:01:01 -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: What Happened to "The Darkest Hour"? In-Reply-To: <39942962.C0D10BE5@earthlink.net> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Nan wrote: >Hey, Erin, where's the rest of "The Darkest Hour"? We're still waiting >for the ending. Why would a little thing like taking care of your >children get in the way of that? LOL! Glad to hear you're still interested in reading it. ;) As for where the rest of it is: well, it's done and sitting on my hard drive. I'm just waiting for my beta reader to get back home from vacation so she can make sure I didn't miss anything before letting everyone else read it. But hopefully I'll be posting the rest next week! Thanks for the nudge. Knowing you're still eager to read it has made my week! ;) 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: Sat, 12 Aug 2000 14:49:56 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Re: Questions for a fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey guys! Anita, Joy and Ann, thanks a lot for your help about the 'City of Lights' and the planes. I still don't know what plane I'll use but this definitely raises a timing problem Oh well, I'll try to figure something out... :) Helene (hoping to write more than just a para today) ------------------------------------------------------ Kaethel on irc / Kaethel79 on AIM kaethel@club-internet.fr "This storm it came up strong It shook the trees And blew away our fear" R.E.M. -- "Half a World Away" ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 00:07:57 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Nitpick question for TA Sh, I'm still nomail, don't tell anyone I'm using the online interface. :) Quick question: What color suit is Lois wearing in Tempus, Anyone? I thought it was off-white, but someone has told me that it's powder-blue. Thanks muchly, Hazel ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 02:20:21 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: Nitpick question for TA MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 8/13/00 0:08:27 AM EST, zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL writes: << but someone has told me that it's powder-blue. >> I agree with this person. Her suit was powder-blue. Alexis ;-.) "You're a strange one, Clark Kent." (Lois) "Am I?" (Clark) "Yeah. But I think I've got you figured out." (Lois) "Really?" (Clark) "Uh huh." (Lois) "Didn't take you long." (Clark) "That's my business, looking beyond the external." (Lois) {Lnc, Pilot} ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 16:31:13 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rich & Dawn Subject: Message Board Index update MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi Folcs! We are getting ready to update the tables at http://www.geocities.com/area51/meteor/7378/lnc.html The following stories were updated this week: DEAR LOIS: SHAYNET CLARK KENT'S SECRET: TAKE TWO LINK69 A PINT OF GUINESS: SHAYNET GROWING PAINS: AERM1 (AKA ANN) POLITICALLY CORRECT: MEG4076 A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW: HAZEL BEGINNINGS: NAN SMITH TRYST: PAM JERNIGAN THE EXODUS: THANATOS PROFESSIONAL LOYALTIES: LEUCH KARL3: BUMPKIN (AKA MARNIE ROWE) MARRIED WITH CHILDREN: JUDE (AKA JUDITH WILLIAMS) These stories from the board have recently been added to the fanfic archive: After Life -- When Morning Comes (Allicat is Allison Forbes) Best Laid Plan by Nan Smith If Only by Rose Is That All I Am by Tracy Just Another Revelation Story by Wendy and Tank Lie of the Mind by Rose Misconception by Felix Offending Maggie by Tara A Safe Place to Land by Randi Warwick Enjoy!! The Index Crew ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 08:11:14 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "C.C. Malo" Subject: Re: Nitpick question for TA MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I rewatched TA looking for exactly this and came away unsure. It looked white in some scenes, offwhite in other scenes, a pearl grey in others -- depending on the lighting, I guess, and maybe also my TV set. :) Carol ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 15:39:24 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: OT: LAFF Report, part two, long post Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi FoLCs: Big belated apologies to anyone who gets these posts more than once:( Saturday, 8/5: We were again blessed with excellent weather though it tended to be very hot mid-day. A large group gathered to caravan to various L&C shooting spots like the observatory and the chapel with various degrees of success. Our little group got lost on the freeway (LA is a great big freeway, Burt Bacharach, "Do You Know the Way to San Jose?") So we headed straight for two shops on Hollywood Boulevard specializing in TV and movie memorabilia. We ran into another FoLC and found out we had been preceded by other FoLCs from LAFF but we found a ton of neat stuff, magazines with L&C related articles, a book about the death of George Reeves, L&C pix to order and also many Dean shots. There were also posters, t-shirts, and stuff from many other productions. I mostly kept within my budget and am now awaiting the pictures I ordered that take a week or so to produce. We hurried back to see a showing of Dean's movie, Militia, which I later heard was so action oriented that some FoLCs were not as impressed as they hoped. I missed the showing (but have been taping it for myself and possibly others) because I had tickets to see the Hollywood All Stars with another FoLC and plans to meet with another LA area FoLC who had been unable to attend the Fest. When we got to the stadium, we ran into two other FoLCs and we found our seats and met the LA FoLC we had arranged to meet. We had a lovely visit with her and her family when I heard that Dean had arrived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I looked down on the field and saw him running with his arms up, holding a bat, getting a huge greeting and being teased for being late. For the record, I had called the box office on Tuesday, 8/1 and was told he would not be there. Imagine our amazement!!!!!!! We took off down to the stands near the dugout and tried to take pictures while Dean was at bat. He got struck out and did a comic roll in the grass, but he sure looked great in that uniform. While he was waiting in the dugout area, we tried to get his attention (probably ticking other people off) and eventually my operatically trained lungs allowed him to hear me and turn, where he recognized my companion he knows better from other meetings. He ran over, smiling (my heart was pounding, my hands were shaking and I have even met him before!) and spoke to us, then got side-tracked off to our left by another Dean fan we know from St. Louis. He had to go out on the field but promised to return. We had a min-reunion with our friend while Dean covered third base and did a terrific job. The stadium guard wanted us to leave as the game ended but we assured him that Dean was returning which he did after being interviewed and he headed off to our right to sign autographs. There was a mini-stampede of mostly little kids to see him and my companions and I were not near the front. We waited but then heard Dean had to leave so we surged forward, one getting an autograph and several hugs, one getting to ask if her baby gift had gotten to him and I to shake his hand. I wished him a happy birthday (to a fellow Leo) and he enthusiastically thanked me. Then I hugged him and kissed his (sweaty) neck but he smelled fine to me. We thanked each other profusely and he left. After cabbing it back to the hotel, we changed and made it to the banquet though we were late. We checked with the other FoLCs and found out they had not told anyone Dean was at the game, for fear of jealousy and that it might upset people. There was no time for discussion which unfortunately lead to my being left in an awkward position: to tell or not to tell (that was the question). I did not want to disrespect the other ladies, with whom I had shared a lovely lunch the day before, but once asked, I did finally say Dean was there. I have unfortunately heard a rumor that someone thought we somehow knew he'd be there and did not tell anyone but that was not the case. With such a large group and many comings and goings, it is not surprising that there might have been a misunderstanding about that. The food was terrific and since I had not had lunch that day, it was welcome!!! Later we held a lottery for L&C t-shirts from Deborah Joy LeVine (did I spell that right?) and I am happy to say I won one:) There was a presentation to thank Chris for the stupendous job she had done in organizing the whole affair and a song from FoLC who was not present but performed by two of our many musically talented members. I unfortunately had left my program book in my room but we took turns signing them for one another and saying goodbyes to those who were leaving. The next morning, Sunday, 8/6, was more relaxed and we shared our adventures with one another at breakdast, lunch and at the pool. Some regrets I have are that my camera was not working for some of the time (developement result due next weekend) and was probably no good at the game, that I didn't get to help more and that I have not had time since to send all the perosnal greetings I had hoped to yet. Also, there were a few FoLC I never did get to talk to much. Finally, many of us caravaned to the Hollywood Film Festival to see Dean's Flight of Fancy. We saw him enter the theater, I got to glance back at him during the movie, and I thought he was terrific in the film. His face is filling out and he looks wonderful. He left before the credits were finished and when called upon, could not be found and we all thought he was gone. Then he was spotted and there was a near-stampede. This ultimately became nearly a dangerous situation, as I found myself being pushed forward by the crowd. I have been in such a situation before (camera equipment and glass doors all around us) and again found myself swallowed up, as I am petite. He looked tanned, his dimples are still evident and he was extremely gracious considering the near-mob. I took as many pictures as I could but did not get to talk to Dean. I and other small gals got pushed away, and the nearest I got was to pat him on the back during the group photo in which you might only see my hat. Since I thought Dean might recognize the hat from the game, I did later try to get closer to him again but did not want to be mistaken for a stalker and made sure to waive in a friendly manner. However, it was not to be. I count my blessings that we hugged at the game. My trip home was a mad dash to the red-eye back to NYC, got the nearly last seat on that plane, and, as I am always sad at the end of a great vacation, I was very depressed on the way home. I extremely regret that there were a ton of people I never got to say goodbye to after the screening and I intend to be in touch with everyone in the next few days. I am especially grateful for all the friendships which I hope to continue. Well, that's it. The good, tha bad, the ugly... OK, only kidding:) I had a stupendous time and I am looking forward to NEFF as well as any one-on-one mini-FoLC fests should people be coming to NYC. Carolyn Carolyn ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 16:42:35 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Anne Gallagher Subject: Re: Nitpick question for TA I have watched this episode on three different color - tv's and I would have to say it is powder blue. Definitely. Anne ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 22:47:38 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Re: Nitpick question for TA Thanks to all of you for your replies. While the vote seems to be overwhelmingly in favor of powder blue, I am going to exercise my writer's right to make it off-white. So nyeah nyeah. :) The story in question *will* get posted here. Eventually. When it's written. Even Clark shouldn't hold his breath for it, though. ;) Hazel