From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG0105C" ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 13:04:29 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicola Baker Subject: New: Landing Lessons (Repost) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Landing Lessons by NicNacs Rated: G Part: 1 Feedback: Yes, please! Any possible way you care to give it. =20 Sorry, just a few minor tweaks. Hope you like the changes. =20 *** =20 Metropolis' newest superhero was flying. His blue cape was flapping in = the wind of his passage as he made his way back to work after a rescue. = Unhurried, he was just enjoying the sunshine. He knew that when he got = back to the office Perry would have noticed that he was missing, and he = would be in trouble. Sometimes being a superhero stank. =20 Rolling on to his back, he stared up at the clouds. He waved at a = passing aeroplane, and idly wondered if they were close enough to make = out the emblem on his chest. He was quite proud of his superhero = persona. Ace wasn't as formal sounding as Superman or UltraWoman. It = was more... him, somehow. And he had to admit, the suit was something. = The orange stylised A stood out on the dark green chest of his suit and = gave the impression of youth, while the blue mask obscured his face = enough that even Perry hadn't recognised him earlier that week. The = orange belt and boots completed the outfit. =20 Suddenly, Ace was jolted from his reverie by a wave of panic. He lost = altitude, and just barely avoided the tops of several buildings. The = asphalt rushed up to meet him, dark in the bright summer's light. = Jimmy's last thought was to hope that enough of his invulnerability = remained to protect him. =20 It didn't. =20 *** =20 In a quiet out of the way alley in Hobbs Bay, a face could be seen in = the sinister green glow coming from a small lead box. Quietly, the = light winked out, and darkness reigned. =20 "Oh, that'll do nicely." =20 =20 THE END =20 =20 Gotcha! (Sorry, couldn't resist a Tank ending, since Tank hates Jimmy = so much!) ;o) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 08:40:30 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wimmer Subject: Re: Useful Websites for Authors... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 05/13/2001 7:13:53 AM Eastern Daylight Time, labrat@BLUEYONDER.CO.UK writes: > > Contains some useful advice for the author and some nice links to helpful > resource sites at the bottom of the page. If you're in need of a chuckle of > two I recommend The Mary Sue Litmus Test. ;) Hmmm... I had to do this... just for fun. I've always been worried about the mary-sue possibility in my original characters... so I was pleasantly surprised. CJ came closest (it's the flying that put him over)... 16 Kat surprised me! 13 Kathleen (in one of my X-men stories)... 8 I guess I don't do so bad with my original characters after all :) -Crys- ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 09:39:24 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wingate Subject: OT: Calling fanfiction authors MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hello I'm looking for more stories to put on my fanfiction archive. Would you like to add your stories to my listings? I'd really appreaciate it. If you do, the submission is very easy. You can fill out the requirements below or go the this page http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/submit.html That is a submit form that will email back to me. If you agree, could you send me the following info: 1) The Title of the story 2) The story in some form-a URL where I can find it, or the story itself 3) The name and email you wish to go by 4) A summary of some sort Thanks, and I hope to hear from you soon. Crystal/Sassy AIM/AOL=CRSunrise, OneLastW1sh Yahoo=CRSunrise_98 Hotmail=CRSunrise_98@hotmail.com ~~Life's a constant roadway. There are many twists and turns. You also have to watch out for the potholes~~ ~~Take one step at a time or you'll fall flat on your face~~ ~~A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...~~Madeleine L'Engle A League of Their Own http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/ Literal Keepsakes http://literalkeepsakes.tripod.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 09:44:44 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wanda McCants Subject: Re: New: Landing Lessons (Repost) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Nic, Great Teaser, now where is the rest of your story! "What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?" ......Langston Hughes Wanda ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 12:58:00 -0400 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: Plagiarism--more links In-Reply-To: <62.ebbfc11.283189e1@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" >In a message dated Mon, 14 May 2001 1:38:58 PM Eastern Daylight >Time, Carolyn Schnall writes: > ><< >Demi and LabRat -- I just found these two sites: > > > >http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Lot/1038/profiles.html > > > >Contains a profile with a picture of our dear Melissa > > > >http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/5019/index.htm > > > >"Lisa’s" site – she still has Melissa’s stories > >up. I'm not sure if this site's been mentioned before. > > > >Roseann > >Tried the second url but did not actually see a Melissa picture.... >Did I do something wrong? > >Carolyn > >> > >Carolyn, the first addy is the one with the profile and picture of >Melissa. I just tried it and it still works. > >Roseann Thanks, Roseann, I tried the first url and it does still work. Carolyn:) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 12:17:24 -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: New: Landing Lessons (Repost) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit So where's the rest of the story Nicola? More would definitely be nice. soon please merry Nicola Baker wrote: > Landing Lessons > by NicNacs > Rated: G > Part: 1 > Feedback: Yes, please! Any possible way you care to give it. > > Sorry, just a few minor tweaks. Hope you like the changes. > > *** > > Metropolis' newest superhero was flying. His blue cape was flapping in the wind of his passage as he made his way back to work after a rescue. Unhurried, he was just enjoying the sunshine. He knew that when he got back to the office Perry would have noticed that he was missing, and he would be in trouble. Sometimes being a superhero stank. > > Rolling on to his back, he stared up at the clouds. He waved at a passing aeroplane, and idly wondered if they were close enough to make out the emblem on his chest. He was quite proud of his superhero persona. Ace wasn't as formal sounding as Superman or UltraWoman. It was more... him, somehow. And he had to admit, the suit was something. The orange stylised A stood out on the dark green chest of his suit and gave the impression of youth, while the blue mask obscured his face enough that even Perry hadn't recognised him earlier that week. The orange belt and boots completed the outfit. > > Suddenly, Ace was jolted from his reverie by a wave of panic. He lost altitude, and just barely avoided the tops of several buildings. The asphalt rushed up to meet him, dark in the bright summer's light. Jimmy's last thought was to hope that enough of his invulnerability remained to protect him. > > It didn't. > > *** > > In a quiet out of the way alley in Hobbs Bay, a face could be seen in the sinister green glow coming from a small lead box. Quietly, the light winked out, and darkness reigned. > > "Oh, that'll do nicely." > > > THE END > > > > Gotcha! (Sorry, couldn't resist a Tank ending, since Tank hates Jimmy so much!) ;o) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 18:42:05 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ren Carr Subject: Re: OT Dean Cain on "Just Shoot Me" tonight/Fic Plagurism! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Oh yes! The thought of using a powder puff to pat Dean's muscles down. Well! ;o) Ren C. ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 15:50:42 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Re: Plagiarism - Melissa speaks. :P~~~~~~ MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Blue Heelers is available here in the U.S. if you have Direct TV. I plays on the Trio channel which, I believe, is Canadian and broadcasts dramas, documentaries and films from around the world. On my satellite connection, it's channel 315. It's one of my favorite TV watching hangouts and where I discovered two terrific programs: Traders and McCallum. :) Jude ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jen Stosser" To: Sent: Monday, May 14, 2001 9:55 PM Subject: Re: Plagiarism - Melissa speaks. :P~~~~~~ > Ok, does anyone going to LAFF have a video player that works on PAL videos? > I could tape Blue Heelers and bring it over? /me switches off the > "facetious" button now. > > Jen > > Please note my new email address: jenerators@optushome.com.au > -*- This message is umop ap!sdn -*- > -*- Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- > Photos of David (8) and Megan (5) on the Stosser Family HomePage: > http://www.geocities.com/j_stosser -*-Please sign our guestbook! > > -----Original Message----- > From: Rachel [SMTP:rae@USXCHANGE.NET] > Sent: Tuesday, May 15, 2001 12:36 PM > To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU > Subject: Re: Plagiarism - Melissa speaks. :P~~~~~~ > > Thanks for the link, Wendy. I haven't gotten around to the new Zoomway > boards yet :) > > The whole question of religion aside (we all know what God said about > stealing), perhaps she was the victim of an underfinanced educational > system > where neither language nor morals were emphasized? > > I only hope that, were the situation reversed, FoLCs would take such a > devastating blow as well as the BH fans have. They're truely a most > gracious > group. If I were in Australia, I would even be tempted to watch the show > myself! > > R ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 20:12:55 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 Dean Cain on "Just Shoot Me" tonight/Fic Plagurism! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 5/15/01 5:42:45 PM EST, RenCarr1@AOL.COM writes: << Oh yes! The thought of using a powder puff to pat Dean's muscles down. Well! ;o) Ren C. >> I don't think Dean would find a powder puff too masculine, but I don't see too many females complaining! LOL! Alexis ;-.) "I could eat pastas forever and a day. I really love pasta with fresh pesto sauce and basil." -Dean Cain ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 07:49:37 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicola Baker Subject: Re: OT: Calling fanfiction authors MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi Crystal, > I'm looking for more stories to put on my fanfiction archive. Would you like > to add your stories to my listings? I'd really appreaciate it. If you do, > the submission is very easy. You can fill out the requirements below or go > the this page http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/submit.html That is a submit > form that will email back to me. My computer says this is an invalid URL. Are you sure it's right? Nic ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 08:00:43 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: James Bishop Subject: Re: OT: Calling fanfiction authors MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit The correct address is http://members.tripod.com/~CRSunrise_98/ James ----- Original Message ----- From: "Nicola Baker" To: Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2001 7:49 AM Subject: Re: OT: Calling fanfiction authors > Hi Crystal, > > > I'm looking for more stories to put on my fanfiction archive. Would you > like > > to add your stories to my listings? I'd really appreaciate it. If you > do, > > the submission is very easy. You can fill out the requirements below or > go > > the this page http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/submit.html That is a submit > > form that will email back to me. > > My computer says this is an invalid URL. Are you sure it's right? > > Nic > ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 03:56:19 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wingate Subject: Re: OT: Calling fanfiction authors MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I don't know what the problem is, but try using this address http://memebers.tripod.com/~CRSunrise_98/ Crystal AIM/AOL=CRSunrise, OneLastW1sh Yahoo=CRSunrise_98 Hotmail=CRSunrise_98@hotmail.com ~~Life's a constant roadway. There are many twists and turns. You also have to watch out for the potholes~~ ~~Take one step at a time or you'll fall flat on your face~~ ~~A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...~~Madeleine L'Engle A League of Their Own http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/ Literal Keepsakes http://literalkeepsakes.tripod.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 03:57:15 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wingate Subject: Re: OT: Calling fanfiction authors MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I don't know what the deal is. I've tried getting to my page using the shorter URL and it works just fine. I don't get it. Crystal AIM/AOL=CRSunrise, OneLastW1sh Yahoo=CRSunrise_98 Hotmail=CRSunrise_98@hotmail.com ~~Life's a constant roadway. There are many twists and turns. You also have to watch out for the potholes~~ ~~Take one step at a time or you'll fall flat on your face~~ ~~A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...~~Madeleine L'Engle A League of Their Own http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/ Literal Keepsakes http://literalkeepsakes.tripod.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 11:21:33 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: James Bishop Subject: Re: OT: Calling fanfiction authors MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Maybe the link for the shorter URL is only accessable by you so that you can edit the pages and the other link is for visitors. http://members.tripod.com/~CRSunrise_98/ James (who has no idea what he's talking about!) ----- Original Message ----- From: "Crystal Wingate" To: Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2001 8:57 AM Subject: Re: OT: Calling fanfiction authors > I don't know what the deal is. I've tried getting to my page using the > shorter URL and it works just fine. I don't get it. > > Crystal > AIM/AOL=CRSunrise, OneLastW1sh > Yahoo=CRSunrise_98 > Hotmail=CRSunrise_98@hotmail.com > > ~~Life's a constant roadway. There are many twists and turns. You also have > to watch out for the potholes~~ > ~~Take one step at a time or you'll fall flat on your face~~ > ~~A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...~~Madeleine L'Engle > > A League of Their Own > http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/ > > Literal Keepsakes > http://literalkeepsakes.tripod.com/ > ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 13:32:38 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicola Baker Subject: Landing Lessons (2/4) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Just out of curiosity... Wanda and Merry, did you guys actually READ the = repost that you commented on? Because you didn't mention the state that = I left Jimmy in... Anyway, here's part 2: =20 Part 2 of 4 *** =20 "Jimmy's been gone a long time, Lois, I'm starting to get worried." = Clark was perched on the edge of Lois' desk. She glanced up at him. =20 "Don't worry, Clark, he'll be fine. After all, what could possibly = happen to him?" =20 =20 *** =20 "Hey buddy, you OK?" =20 Jimmy groaned. =20 "I'll take that as a no, shall I?" =20 His eyes opened a crack and he squinted into the darkness of the alley. = There was a man looking at him with concern, surrounded by trash. = Behind the man, Jimmy could see the mouth of the alley, and beyond it = the city street was bathed in sunshine. He tried to sit up. =20 "Hey, I don't think you should be doing that, buddy, you need to see a = doctor." The man tried to hold Jimmy down, but some of his = super-strength remained, and he got unsteadily to his feet. =20 "Thanks, but I'll be fine," he said. "Could you just help me over to = the sunshine?" The man complied. As soon as the sunlight hit him, = Jimmy began to feel revitalised. Within a few minutes he thanked the = man again and flew off unsteadily to haunts unknown. =20 =20 *** =20 "Jimmy! What happened? You look terrible!" Lois ignored an = 'I-told-you-so' look from her husband, and ushered her young friend into = the conference room. When they had closed the door, Jimmy sat down = heavily. =20 "I crashed," he said, matter-of-factly. =20 "You... crashed?" Lois was surprised how stunned Clark looked. After = all, he was the one who was worried about Jimmy. =20 "Yeah, I suddenly just lost control. I don't know why. It was really = scary. I felt better once I got into the sun, but I still don't feel a = hundred percent." Jimmy paused to let his story sink in. "Did this = ever happen to either of you? Or to Resplendent Man?" =20 Clark considered this. "The only time I've ever lost my powers has been = when there's Kryptonite around. Lois and Resplendent Man didn't have = powers very long. Who knows if they would have lost them?" =20 "There was that kid," Lois added, "the one who everyone thought was = Superman's love child. He lost his powers. Maybe humans just can't = cope with all that power." =20 Lois glanced out of the window into the newsroom. She noticed that = Perry was coming towards them. =20 "I think we should continue this discussion later. Maybe over dinner = tonight. Until then, Clark should handle the rescues. If Jimmy's = powers are failing, mine could too." =20 Clark sighed. It was supposed to be his day off, barring emergencies, = but he did see the need. Don't be so petty, he told himself. "I agree. = No more rescues for you two." =20 At that point, Perry opened the conference room door. He was in a good = mood, because of all the news generated by the new superhero. "I hope = you three are discussing work," he joked, "or I might just have to fire = you." =20 "Oh yes, Perry, definitely work." Lois replied, nodding her head. Just = not the kind of work you mean, she added silently. Luckily Perry didn't = ask what they'd been working on, instead turning to Jimmy. =20 "I need you to do something for me, Jimmy." He turned and lead the way = out of the conference room, trusting that Jimmy would follow. The cub = reporter shrugged at his friends and went to see what Perry wanted. =20 "I'm going to take a trip over to where Jimmy was when he crashed. See = if I can see anything that might have caused this." =20 =20 "You mean you're going to see if there's any Kryptonite there. Clark, = that's silly. What if there is? You would just end up crashing like = Jimmy, and nothing would be accomplished at all." =20 "Lois, I know what I'm doing. I can feel the stuff from far enough away = that it wouldn't affect me. Jimmy doesn't know what it feels like, so = he might not have sensed it until it was too late." Clark waited until = his wife reluctantly nodded. Experience had taught him that doing = things without her permission was a recipe for disaster. He left the = conference room and headed for the stairwell. =20 *** =20 In the sky above Hobbs Bay, Superman hovered behind a cloud and scanned = the area. He couldn't feel any of the symptoms of Kryptonite poisoning, = but that didn't mean there wasn't a lead box with some in down there = somewhere, with some villain just waiting to open it when he saw the = brightly clad superhero. That's why he was hiding behind a cloud. = Unfortunately, it wasn't helping. He couldn't see anyone walking around = with suspicious lead-lined boxes, and he was reluctant to look into = people's houses after he caught sight of something he would rather = forget. =20 A cry for help reached his ears from the other side of the city. Taking = a last look at the streets below, he flew towards the screams. As he = emerged from the cloud, he felt a sudden bout of nausea sweep over him. = He began to fall. =20 *** =20 In a quiet out of the way alley in Hobbs Bay, a face could be seen in = the sinister green glow coming from a small lead box. Quietly, the = light winked out, and darkness reigned. =20 "Oh, that'll do nicely." =20 *** ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 14:59:32 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Fw: Fw: Plagarism - Update MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Fwding for Larissa. ;) Before we add more to the 'chain' can I ask anyone wanting to reply to this post to please carefully check the 'to' field before sending. Thanks. LabRat :) > Yeah, not all Aussies are like that! :) > ~Larissa~ > > >Fwding for Alexis :) > > > > > >> It's nice to read that the archiver of the "Blue Heelers," is so nice! :) > >> It's refreshing to see that it's aparently only Melissa who is corrupted > >over > >> there. > >> > >> Alexis ;-.) > >> > >> "It's not coming out." (Clark) > >> "Clark, is it a dirt stain, or an oil-based stain?" > >> (Martha) > >> "I don't know, Mom. It's a bomb stain." (Clark) > >> "The important thing is: blot, don't rub." (Martha) > >> > >> {LnC, Neverending Battle} > > > ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 12:25:18 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wingate Subject: Re: OT: Calling fanfiction authors MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I don't don't if that's necessarily it either. I've gone to my site with the shorter link using my mom's computer, and it does fine. **shrugs her shoulders** Tripod must be being a dork again. Crystal AIM/AOL=CRSunrise, OneLastW1sh Yahoo=CRSunrise_98 Hotmail=CRSunrise_98@hotmail.com ~~Life's a constant roadway. There are many twists and turns. You also have to watch out for the potholes~~ ~~Take one step at a time or you'll fall flat on your face~~ ~~A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...~~Madeleine L'Engle A League of Their Own http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/ Literal Keepsakes http://literalkeepsakes.tripod.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 20:45:58 -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 Subject: OT- New Group MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I found this on a Farscape list, forwarded from a Voyager (JetC) list ... something for all the romantic types out there :) Apologies to those who aren't interested; but I thought this "White Knights" concept fit Clark very well, and we wouldn't want him underrepresented, would we? ;) ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kate Warwick" > hello ladies > this is just a brief message to let you know about a new group. it called > Legends Of the White Knights and here's the intro message: > > This group is for adults aged 21 or over. The group is both a discussion > and fanfiction writers group. The theme is White Knights of fiction, TV, and > the movies. Those dashing romantic heroic characters that make sacrifices > and risk their lives for others, particularly the object of their > affection!! The characacter may not alway appear as a "good guy" in the > begining but ends up acting like one somewhere along the line. The character > may be male or female, however no slash couples allowed. . Examples; Marcus > Cole from B5, Lee from Scarecrow and Mrs King, Spike from Buffy. > > If any of you are intersting in joining us over at the Round Table you may > subscribe at: > > LegendsOfTheWhiteKnights-subscribe@yahoogroups.com > > Kate > > Like dear St Francis of Assisi I am wedded to poverty: but in my case the > marriage is not a success. > > (Oscar Wilde: "Letters") -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/~jernigan/ The difference between journalists and other people is that other people spend their lives running from violence, tragedy, and horror and we spend ours trying to get in on it. --P.J. O'Rourke ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 21:19:52 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Katherine L. Klesch" Subject: Re: OT- New Group In-Reply-To: <3B031F46.10404@bellsouth.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:45 PM 5/16/2001 -0400, you wrote: >I found this on a Farscape list, forwarded from a Voyager (JetC) list >... something for all the romantic types out there :) Apologies to >those who aren't interested; but I thought this "White Knights" concept >fit Clark very well, and we wouldn't want him underrepresented, would we? ;) > Sounds interesting, Pam, but I wonder why it's restricted to 21 and over? Isn't the limit on most of these types of groups 18? I won't be 21 for a few years yet... :-( Kaylle * * * * Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic without looking to see if the seeds move. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 17 May 2001 08:13:35 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wanda McCants Subject: Re: Landing Lessons (2/4) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 5/16/01 8:36:52 AM Eastern Daylight Time, nicola@NJBAKER.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes: > Because you didn't mention the state that I left Jimmy in... Read it twice, Today's post leaves our hero out of commission. Waiting on your next installment evil laughter and all. "What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?" ......Langston Hughes Wanda ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 17 May 2001 13:36:46 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicola Baker Subject: Landing Lessons (3/4) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wanda, > Read it twice, Today's post leaves our hero out of commission. Waiting on > your next installment evil laughter and all. Oh, I just wondered, because normally when people kill off main characters it gets a slightly more, um... *outraged* reply than 'where's the rest of the story?' Anyway, here's the next installment: Part 3 of 4 *** "Hey buddy, you OK?" Clark groaned. "I'll take that as a no, shall I?" His eyes opened a crack and he squinted up at the man who was hovering over him. They were in an alley, surrounded by trash. Behind the man, Clark could see the mouth of the alley, and beyond it the city street was bathed in sunshine. At first it looked like paradise, but only by comparison. He tried to sit up. "Hey, I don't think you should be doing that, buddy, you need to see a doctor." Clark brushed the man off and got unsteadily to his feet. "Thanks, but I'll be fine," he said. He staggered over to the mouth of the alley, trying not to lean too heavily on the man. As soon as the sunlight hit him, Clark began to feel revitalised. Within a few minutes he thanked the man again and flew off into the distance. The man's eyes followed the superhero until he was out of sight. "Must be something going around," he said to himself. "That's the second one I've rescued today!" *** Meanwhile, back at the Planet, Lois and Jimmy were beginning to get worried. Lois had told Jimmy where Clark had gone. Jimmy was horrified. "But what if there IS some Kryptonite?" "That's what I said, Jimmy." She sighed. Something prompted her to look up as the elevator opened, and she broke into a relieved smile. The smile soon faded, however, as she took in her husband's appearance. His shoulders were slightly slumped, and he had a look about him that said, quite clearly, Lois is going to be mad at me. He was right. Lois got up and stalked into the conference room. Jimmy followed slowly, reluctant to participate in what was surely to follow. When Clark reached the conference room, he cautiously entered and shut the door. "What did I tell you? There was Kryptonite, wasn't there? And you crashed." It wasn't a question. Clark sat down heavily in a chair and sighed. "You have every right to be angry with me, Lois. I ignored you, and I paid the price. But I think we can safely say that Jimmy's powers aren't fading. It was just the Kryptonite. Now all we have to do is figure out who has the Kryptonite and get it back." He looked at Lois beseechingly, and her heart melted. She tried not to let it show. "I'll let you off this time. I think you've suffered enough. Now, about this Kryptonite. Where exactly were you? And how did you get that close without feeling it?" "It must have been in a lead box. I didn't feel anything until I came out from behind the cloud. It was the same place that Jimmy crashed earlier. It was very strong; there must have been a lot of it, but I feel fine now, completely healthy. No lingering effects at all." Jimmy looked oddly at Clark. "You know, that's strange, I feel weak still. Almost no powers at all." *** Lois contacted Bobby Bigmouth to see if he knew anything about the Kryptonite, but for once the snitch came up dry, even when Lois offered ten three-course meals at a very posh restaurant. There were no witnesses, no rumours of large stashes of Kryptonite, and no Intergang plans to get rid of the heroes (no new ones, anyway). Lois was convinced that the whole thing was too well organised to be Intergang, who invariably left some clues, witnesses or evidence. A couple of days later, the three reporters were no closer to finding out who had been behind the Kryptonite. No more attacks had been made, on any of the superheroes. Lois was doing rescues again, and although Jimmy wasn't back to full strength yet, he was insisting on helping. Clark understood the reason. He couldn't watch people in danger and not do anything, so he had no right to ask Jimmy to stop helping. They had agreed on one thing, however. Jimmy was not flying, and he wasn't doing major rescues on his own. It would do no good at all if he lost the power of flight when he was doing Mach 30 two hundred feet off the ground! [thank you, Phil] Jimmy's continuing weakness was starting to worry the trio of heroes. When Clark was exposed to Kryptonite his powers came back abruptly. They didn't come back half way and then slowly start to deteriorate, as Jimmy's appeared to be doing. He was now only moderately more invulnerable than the average person. A small fire probably wouldn't hurt him, but anything larger would almost certainly be painful. They decided to go and see Dr Klein. *** The man picked up the sickly green rock and turned it over in his fingers. He appeared thoughtful. "Mr Smith, we are impressed. It's been two days and there is no sign of that meddling do-gooder Ace regaining the power of flight. Your product shows considerable promise. We are worried, however, that there seemed to be less effect on Superman." "I'm working on that small problem. It should be fixed within two weeks. Meanwhile, a little funding would speed the research along." "Don't push your luck, Mr Smith. We are not renowned for our sense of humour." Mr Smith nodded nervously, and left the room. *** ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 14:33:08 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicola Baker Subject: Landing Lessons (4/4) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Part 4 of 4 (That'll be the end then. ) *** =20 Two capes swished quietly as Superman and Ace walked into Dr Klein's = office. The scientist was engrossed in the beakers of brightly coloured = liquids in front of him, and didn't react to the duo's presence. = Superman cleared his throat gently at what seemed to be a good point, = when all the beakers were on the bench rather than in Dr Klein's hands. =20 Dr Klein jumped. =20 "Oh! Superman! I hope I didn't keep you waiting." He blinked, = noticing the younger superhero for the first time. He seemed excited to = meet Superman's friend, and immediately started asking questions. =20 "Ace! It's nice to finally meet you. I assume you're Kryptonian, well, = New Kryptonian, since the old one. What made you decide to come to = Earth? Can I see your ship? Superman won't let me see his. Are you = related?" =20 Ace looked uncomfortable. =20 "I'm. a friend." Superman grinned, remembering his words to Lois the = first time they met. Ace looked at him in confusion. =20 "Sorry. Private joke." He changed the subject. "If he's going to help = we need to tell him, you know." =20 "I know. I'm getting into the habit of keeping secrets already." =20 "What's the problem? What do you need to tell me?" =20 Superman started to explain. =20 "A couple of days ago we ran into some Kryptonite. Ace hasn't recovered = completely yet. But even I am back to full power, so why isn't he?" =20 The normally absent minded doctor picked up on that small clue. =20 "_Even_ you? What's different about Ace?" =20 "I'm not Kryptonian." Ace spoke quietly from the other side of the room = where he was seemingly engrossed in an experiment running there. He = turned to face the inevitable onslaught of questions. =20 "You're not? But the powers?" =20 "Lightning, a conductor, a little luck. Instant superhero." He = shrugged, and then looked very serious. "Actually, that's something = I've been wondering. If I'm not Kryptonian, why does Kryptonite even = affect me?" =20 Dr Klein looked thoughtful for a moment, considering the few facts he = had at his disposal. =20 =20 "I'm not sure, but it is possible that there is something about the = powers themselves that is innately Kryptonian. When Superman is exposed = to Kryptonite, it affects him physically - nausea, dizziness, and so = forth. Since you didn't experience any of those symptoms, perhaps the = Kryptonite would take away the powers and leave you unharmed." =20 Jimmy tried to understand the scientist's explanation, and then decided = that it didn't matter. It was enough to know that Kryptonite would take = the powers away. He got back to the immediate problem, the fact that = his powers weren't returning. =20 "Can you help, Dr Klein?" =20 "Well, I need to do some tests. Can I have a tissue sample?" =20 *** =20 The good thing about having no leads, Lois thought, was that she was so = busy looking for one that she didn't have time to worry about Dr Klein's = tests. She had been to see the scientist earlier that day to provide = her own tissue sample. Dr Klein wanted to compare the two = human-Kryptonians. He thought they would be different from Superman, = which was a fair assumption. =20 It was a busy time for the superheroes. The criminals of Metropolis = decided that since Ace wasn't being as public as he had been, they were = relatively safe. The fact that there was still one more superhero than = there had been before didn't seem to bother them. In one night, = Superman and UltraWoman caught 15 small time crooks, 5 bank robbers, and = 27 muggers. =20 Lois slumped into her chair. She had just returned from another rescue, = and was about to re-start - for the tenth time - the story that she was = supposed to be working on. The phone rang. Lois groaned and glared at = it for a moment before answering it. =20 "Lois Lane." =20 "Lois, could you get a hold of your friends, please? I need to see = them." Lois easily recognised Dr Klein's voice. She briefly wondered = whether to be offended at the fact that Dr Klein thought she had so few = friends that she'd know exactly who he meant, but decided she didn't = have the energy. =20 "You mean Superman and UltraWoman, I assume?" =20 *** =20 "You wanted to see us, Dr Klein?" Superman looked outwardly calm, but = inside he was uneasy. Dr Klein must have the results of the tests he = was running on Lois and Jimmy's cells. Clark hoped that the news was = good. It had been nice not to have to worry about his friends getting = hurt. If they lost their powers, they would be just as vulnerable as = they had been before. =20 Dr Klein looked at the three superheroes standing in his office. He = thought they looked worried, apprehensive. He could alleviate some of = the concern, at least. He addressed UltraWoman first. =20 "The tests that I was running on your tissue sample were very = interesting. If I didn't already know that you weren't Kryptonian, I = would have been worried, but I think they are normal for a = human-Kryptonian mix such as yourself. The cells are very robust, it = was fascinating really." =20 "Dr Klein?" Lois said. "Could you get to the point?" =20 "Oh, sorry! I'm fairly certain that your powers are not fading. You are = perfectly healthy. In fact, I exposed your sample to Kryptonite, and = although it had an effect, it was very minimal. It would probably only = weaken you slightly." =20 "But?" Asked Jimmy impatiently. He knew from the doctor's posture that = there was a but. =20 Dr Klein sighed. "But the cells I took from Ace are somewhat different. = Instead of repelling any attack on their structure, they are actually = deteriorating. Spontaneously. It took me a while to figure out where I = had seen cells doing this before, but eventually it came to me. Do you = remember that boy who had superpowers for a while.?" =20 Dr Klein continued, but Jimmy was no longer listening. He was already = way ahead of the scientist. That small boy lost his powers. Which = meant that Jimmy was going to lose his as well. The young hero felt an = incredible sense of bereavement and he turned away from the surprised = doctor. He knew his behaviour bordered on rude, but he didn't care. = Wallowing in self-pity, he lost track of the conversation until he heard = Clark interrupt the flow of words coming from the doctor. =20 "Dr Klein? Could you summarize that, please? In English?" =20 "Oh, I'm sorry, Superman!" Dr Klein paused for a moment to decide how = to word what he wanted to say. "Ace is still fairly young. His body, = just like that little boy's, is still growing, changing. Until it = settles down, any powers would just fade as those changes occur. = Kryptonite should only have a minimal effect, as it does on UltraWoman, = but because the powers are fading anyway, the Kryptonite appears more = potent." =20 "So, in effect, he's growing out of it?" Clark looked relieved. At = least there wasn't some new form of Kryptonite out there that would = affect humans. He could stop worrying about Lois. =20 *** =20 "Mr Smith, your modified Kryptonite has been very useful. Not only has = it incapacitated Ace, where normal Kryptonite failed, but it also = affects Superman from a greater distance than unmodified Kryptonite. We = are very pleased. Now all that remains are the loose ends." =20 The man placed a manila envelope on the table in front of him. Then he = walked away. Opening a small safe in the wall, he pulled out a gun, = hiding it from Mr Smith with his body. Mr Smith reached forward to pick = up the envelope, taking his eyes off the man as he did so. It was the = last mistake he would ever make. =20 The man smiled. =20 "The loose ends, Mr Smith. *All* the loose ends." =20 *** =20 Epilogue: =20 On the roof of the Daily Planet, a solitary figure stared out into the = night. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind on his face and imagining = he was flying.=20 =20 James Olsen sighed and rested his chin on his hand. A slight noise = warned him before a hand descended on his shoulder. =20 "I'm sorry, Jimmy. If there was any way." =20 "I know, Clark, it's just, it's not fair, y'know?" He turned to face = his friend. "I could do so much good with those powers, but just = because I'm still growing, I don't have the chance." =20 The two reporters were silent for a moment. Eventually, Clark spoke. =20 "You still can, you know. Do good. You're not just the office grunt = any more, you're a reporter. That has to mean something. And when = you've stopped growing, we can find a thunderstorm." =20 "True." Jimmy seemed to have a thought. "I _can_ help. After all, = only a seasoned reporter could come up with as many _believable_ excuses = as you and Lois need." =20 Clark looked shocked for a moment, and then the two friends, reporters = and sometime superheroes burst out laughing. =20 THE END ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 06:21:19 +1000 Reply-To: "jenerators@optushome.com.au" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jen Stosser Subject: Smallville website MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit http://thewb.com/fallseason2001/smallville/ has a description, some pics and a forum for discussion! Jen jenerators@optushome.com.au -*- This message is umop ap!sdn -*- -*- Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- Photos of David (8) and Megan (5) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://www.geocities.com/j_stosser -*-Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 19:40:26 -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 Subject: The altKerths are coming! :) Comments: To: afolcslife , Nfic List MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey everybody :) Apologies for cross-posting but I want to catch everyone :) It's time to start thinking about the best in L&C music videos, websites, and silly fanfic -- the AltKerths are starting production Check out the list of the categories and the eligible participants on Anne Ciotola's excellent site and start making some notes. Nominations will open this Sunday, 20 May. Send your answers on a postcard to ... err, I mean, please send your nominations in e-mail form to . Multiple nominations per category are allowed and encouraged! We'll collect nominations for two weeks, and give you another warning before we close down the process on Sunday the 3rd of June. After that, we'll need a week to sort through the nominations and finalize the ballot, which we'll post as soon as possible. The voting will then begin on the 10th of June (a Sunday), and proceed for *one* week, closing on the 17th (yes, another Sunday -- are you sensing a theme?). Another week gives us time to count and recount the hanging chads, err, I mean votes, and determine the winners. We're planning another IRC awards ceremony (on June 23rd, a Saturday! ), so start shopping for those ballgowns! We'll need some presenters for this shindig, by the way, so if you're interested, be sure to reserve your spot now ;) by getting in touch with Pam, either in e-mail or on IRC. Whew! Just like with our other awards, we need help from the FOLCs. If no one created websites or music videos, there would be nothing to honor, and if no one nominates or votes... there won't be much honoring going on. So please take a few minutes here and there to reward those creative people who give us such wonderful resources and entertainment. Thanks! -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/~jernigan/ The difference between journalists and other people is that other people spend their lives running from violence, tragedy, and horror and we spend ours trying to get in on it. --P.J. O'Rourke ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 17:44:08 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: lcfic Subject: Message Board Index Update through May 18 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hi FoLCs! We're having technical difficulties with the new board, so this week's update only reflects what was posted on the old board. We'll either try to do another update, or include the parts we missed next week. For this week on the old board we have: A new vignette, lots of new story parts, and two completed stories! Links at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/lnc.html New stories this week: POET, THE COMPLETE VIGNETTE SHAYNE TERRY New part(s) posted: CHARADE: NAN SMITH FUGUE II – FUSION: SHAYNE TERRY GREEN CARD: WENDY RICHARDS HAND THAT ROCKS, THE: PINTOFOLC HEARTS DIVIDED: PAM JERNIGAN A QUESTION OF TRUST: RACONTEUR SERIAL VENGEANCE: TANK WILSON SURVIVAL OF THE SIGNIFICANT: MANOFSTEEL30 TIMESTORM: IRENE DUTCHAK UNIVERSAL UNION: JENNI DEBBAGE Completed stories this week: HYSTERON PROTERON: ATTALANTA (CHRISTY KUBIT) STORY OF A LIFETIME: ELISABETH TULL New TOC's none Added to the Archive this week: Catspaw by Tara Smith The Exodus by Adam Labotka He Came Back by JoMarch Lois' Story by Carol Moncado Enjoy! Dawn & the Index Crew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices http://auctions.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 20:43:17 -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 Subject: New: Hearts Divided (5/?) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Hearts Divided Part: 5/? Author: Pam Jernigan (jernigan@bellsouth.net) Rating: PG-13 (mild language) Feedback: All comments welcomed, either public or private. Summary: An Elseworld tale about the conflict between competing loyalties, duty and love. **** Lois made her way to the dressing room on automatic pilot, still in a daze. She had half expected to see Kal again -- almost hoped for it. But she hadn't been prepared for her reaction when she'd spotted him. She'd nearly forgotten the words to the song at the shock of meeting his eyes. There had been such a sense of vulnerability from him, a sense of longing and desire, aimed squarely at her. She had expected, going out in front of such a crowd, to be lusted over somewhat. Part of her had even enjoyed the experience, secure in the knowledge that she remained in control. And she had received her fair share of appreciative looks, but they had all been impersonal. Except for the intensely personal scrutiny by Kal Lewis. Meeting his eyes had been an almost physical sensation, every time she glanced his way. She glanced at the dressing room door, wondering how long it would take him to find his way backstage. She was surprised he hadn't appeared already; his intent to follow her couldn't have been plainer if he'd shouted the words aloud. She had no idea what she would say to him, though. No matter how strongly she reacted to him -- and she could no longer deny that there was an attraction there -- these were still impossible circumstances. She was not who she appeared, and he was a long-time patron of the Metro Club -- hardly the sort of man she'd dreamed of. She needed to be rational about this. As the minutes ticked past, however, the quiet of the dressing room was undisturbed, and Lois slowly realized that he wasn't coming. Clenched stomach muscles relaxed suddenly, and she laughed softly at herself for over-dramatizing. Obviously she had read too much into things. With slightly trembling hands she began changing costumes. In a few moments, she was due out on stage again with the other dancers. And this time, she wouldn't be rattled by intense stares from anyone. Once she was changed and had touched up her face and hair, she made her way to the tiny backstage area, passing the other dancers as they rushed offstage to get into their new costumes in time for the next number. Peeking through the curtain, she ordered her stomach to behave, but it was unnecessary. Kal's table was empty, and was being cleaned. He was gone. **** "This is amazing!" Zak enthused in his native Kryptonian, enjoying himself immensely. Never before had he seen so many beautiful women in one place, nor so scantily dressed, and he was busily trying to see and memorize every fascinating sight. Sev smiled, somewhat condescendingly. "It is, yes. It's a shame we can only enjoy these entertainments for one night, isn't it?" "I guess," Zak replied, his eyes never leaving the stage, "but what a night! Look at that one -- I didn't know women could move like that." Sev snorted amusement. "And you're not the only one enthralled tonight. Did you see the way Lord Kal-El was watching that singer?" Zak shrugged. "I know how I was watching her; that's about it." "You should have seen his face," Sev mused. "It almost gave me an idea." It finally occurred to Zak that his crewmate had something in mind, and reluctantly, he turned to face him. "What sort of an idea?" "Oh, just something to make the upcoming voyage more enjoyable. A souvenir, of sorts. But I'll need your help." Sev leaned forward, pinning Zak with an intense gaze. "We have an opportunity to gain favor -- if you are brave and resourceful enough --" His look became challenging. "It will benefit all of us, especially Lord Kal-El. Are you in?" Zak sat up straighter, determined not to disappoint his older colleague. "If you're up for it, I'm with you," he said rashly. Sev smiled. "Good. Here's what we do..." **** "Free at last, free at last," Brenda declared as they entered the dressing room after the final dance number of the evening. "Praise God Almighty, I am free at last!" Lois couldn't help smiling at her new friend's defiant energy. "So when are you going to give your notice?" "Already did," Brenda replied from behind the privacy screen, stripping out of her costume with practiced speed. "I wanted to give it to Johnny his damn self, but he wasn't here, so I told Toni." She snorted. "She almost fell over herself paying me off." "We'll miss you, Brenda," Melanie put in, looking woebegone. Then she brightened. "But when you find a better job, see if they have a place for me, okay?" Brenda smiled at her. "Sure thing." Emerging from behind the screen in her street clothes, she sat down in front of a mirror to clean off the stage makeup. "I'll keep you posted. You too, Lola, if you want." Lois smiled, touched by the offer. "Thanks, but I have a feeling my entertainment career is going to be pretty limited." In fact, it was already over. She'd have to hurry if she wanted to meet up with the tactics squad, and then tomorrow she was going on well-deserved leave, and after that, her promotion to Captain would probably entail reassignment. Lois was hoping for duty in Europe, but she wouldn't mind going to the Pentagon, either. Not that she could explain any of that at the moment. "I don't think I have the stamina for it." She glanced over at Francine, whom Brenda had pointedly not mentioned. The older woman was concentrating on her mirror, looking only slightly grimmer than usual. A knock on the dressing room door startled them all, and Lois turned, wondering if Kal was showing up at last. When Melanie opened the door, however, she saw two young men. Something about them seemed familiar to Lois, but it took her a second to tease out the connection. They were wearing pseudo-military uniforms, markedly similar to the one Kal's companion had been wearing. "Greetings." Melanie smiled at them. The younger one smiled back, blushing, but his friend's expression remained remote. "Good evening," he replied. His speech bore a slight accent, but Lois was unable to place it. "I have a request." "We're through for the evening, honey," Francine called out, not bothering to look at them. "Yes," he agreed, "but we have a private party. We will pay you well for your time." He had caught Brenda's attention with that, and Melanie stopped flirting with the younger man to become businesslike. "What sort of private party? We don't strip." The younger man looked confused for a moment, then began blushing furiously. "No, no," explained his colleague. "Only dancing, like on stage. And singing." He glanced in Lois's direction, and she shivered, feeling a vague sense of menace. Which was ridiculous. Lois Lane feared no man; she was an expert in martial arts and had a pistol in her purse. She stiffened her spine and stared back coolly. He quickly looked away, choosing instead to speak to Brenda. "This could lead to new jobs, yes? Our ..." he appeared to struggle for a word, "our boss is new in town, and will be opening a new club. We liked what we saw tonight." Brenda raised her chin. "Great. I'll go." He ducked his head apologetically. "We would like all of you to come. You dance as a group, after all." Brenda surveyed her co-workers challengingly. "Well, ladies?" "I'm not so sure," Melanie said. "I mean, we don't know these guys ... even if they are cute." She winked at the younger one, and set him blushing again. "I am Sev," the leader introduced himself, gesturing towards his silent partner. "This is Zak. He does not speak much English." "There's safety in numbers," Brenda told Melanie. "And this could be a good chance for us. You guys don't want to stay here forever, do you?" "Not particularly," Francine admitted, paying attention at last. "But you'd better make sure it's a better deal before you leap." "It's just an audition. Sort of. Come on, Francine, don't you get in my way here." Brenda turned back to the spokesman, demanding, "How long is this party? We've already worked a full shift." "You will be home before you know it," Sev promised gravely. Lois eyed him with growing distrust; something about him had her intuition sending danger warnings. Then again, her intuition had let her down once already this evening; she had been so sure that Kal would follow her backstage, when instead he'd left the club. She hated feeling so unsure. "I'll go," Melanie declared, with an eye on her blushing admirer. "I think it could be fun." "All right then, count me in." Francine shrugged. "I can always use extra money." Brenda turned, searching out Lois. "Lola, are you in? You know you owe me this." Lois hesitated. She did feel a residual sense of guilt over being chosen to sing, and more than that, she liked Brenda, and wanted to help her. If this were all on the level, she should go along. If it weren't, however ... things could get ugly. Even beside her instinctive feeling of distrust in Sev, Lois was uneasy about this "private party". The two men might have some sort of connection to Kal, but a similarity of uniform did not guarantee any other similarities; they could still be dangerous. For all she knew, Kal could be dangerous. But Brenda's reckless mood seemed to have spread to the others, and if they were determined to go, then the least she could do was go along to protect them. Regretfully, she gave up the idea of following Toni. The tactics squad could handle that assignment perfectly well on their own; these dancers might need help. "Okay, fine, if you're all going, I'll go too." Sev smiled ever so slightly, his eyes glinting. "Excellent. We are most pleased." Brenda smiled fiercely. "Great. Let's get our stuff and get out of here." The men were banished from the room while the ladies got out of costume and into their street clothes. Lois held her bag carefully as they all left the club, her handgun reassuringly heavy within. Perhaps this was a normal occurrence -- the other dancers seemed to find little amiss -- but she paid close attention as they left the club through a back entrance and began walking towards the street. Zak, who still had not said much apart from a few mumbles to Melanie, was leading the way, but Sev seemed to be falling slightly behind them, a positioning that raised Lois's hackles. "So where's the limousine?" Brenda asked, in determined high spirits. "The party is only a few blocks away," Sev said. "A short walk." It was a short walk, and though Brenda and Melanie were chatting, Lois felt her nerves growing tighter with every step. As they turned a corner down an alley, she could no longer keep silent. "Ladies, I'm not so sure this is a good idea." For the first time, facing an unlit alleyway, Brenda's bravado faltered. "Well, maybe..." "Keep walking, please," Sev directed in a firm tone. Feeling a trickle of dread go up her spine, Lois turned, and saw that he had drawn a handgun and was pointing it steadily at them. She was almost relieved to have the threat revealed, but with the two men bracketing the women, it was not a good moment to strike back. "We will not harm you," Sev promised, with an oily smile. "But we would like the pleasure of your company for a little while." Francine rolled her eyes, and Brenda looked disgusted. "Oh, thanks. This is terrific. First I get screwed over by my boss, and now I'm being held at gunpoint. Could this day get any better?" Lois winced at the defiant tone. She knew the black girl didn't lack for courage, and probably felt she had little to lose, but to maximize their chances, they had to wait for a better opportunity. "Calm down, Brenda," she soothed, moving a little closer to her new friend. "Let's see what they have in mind, okay?" Brenda looked incredulous, but must have seen something reassuring in Lois's calm face. "Okay, fine, whatever." She threw up her hands and turned back towards the alley. "There's got to be a limit to my bad karma at *some* point..." With a resentful glance at Sev, Francine followed, muttering something under her breath. Only Melanie stayed put, looking terrified. Lois walked up to her and gave her a brief hug, whispering, "I've got a gun." When she pulled back to study the girl's face, she saw comprehension dawning. "But then, why?" Melanie asked quietly, darting a pointed glance at Sev. "Timing," Lois told her quietly, "is everything." Melanie still didn't look convinced, but with one more searching look at Lois, she pulled herself together. Lois reached for her hand, and they both entered the alley. "Very good," Sev said coolly. "Zak, you open the gate." Lois strained to see as they passed a chain-link fence into what appeared to be a parking lot. There were no streetlights, and between these tall city buildings the darkness was thick. Sev remained close behind them, but tantalizingly out of range of a Tai Kwon Do kick. And she still didn't know if Zak was armed, so Lois forced herself to remain passive. Her opportunity would come, she felt sure. Suddenly, a set of stairs appeared in front of them, dimly lit only from within. Zak helped Brenda and Francine inside. "Lola," Melanie whispered, a quaver in her voice, "I don't think this is a good idea." "Be patient," Lois advised softly as they entered and began walking up the broad staircase. The surface of the stairs was unfamiliar under her feet, not quite as rough as concrete, tinted pink by the strangely reddish lighting. And there was a faint hum in the air. At the top of the stairs, Zak ushered them into a large room, remaining outside the doorless entrance. Lois turned as soon as she passed into the room. She finally had her friends on one side and the enemy on the other -- this was her opportunity. She took a deep breath and reached into her purse. Before she could even speak, however, the wall seemed to move, smoothly closing the entrance and shutting them all in. Sev's voice floated through the barrier. "Sleep well, ladies. It will be a long trip." **** to be continued... -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/~jernigan/ The difference between journalists and other people is that other people spend their lives running from violence, tragedy, and horror and we spend ours trying to get in on it. --P.J. O'Rourke ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 20:43:40 -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 Subject: New: Hearts Divided (6/?) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Hearts Divided Part: 6/? Author: Pam Jernigan (jernigan@bellsouth.net) Rating: PG-13 (mild language) Feedback: All comments welcomed, either public or private. Summary: An Elseworld tale about the conflict between competing loyalties, duty and love. **** "I demand to know why you have abducted me." Zara stood tall, her chin held defiantly high. This was the first time she'd seen her captor since being forcibly removed from her own home, and the days in solitary confinement had stretched her nerves to the breaking point. Not that she had any intention of letting her weakness show. Lord Nor pursed his lips disapprovingly. "Well, you may call it an abduction if you wish; I prefer to think of it as ... a romantic elopement. I apologize for neglecting you on the voyage, my dear, but this ship is a trifle short-handed, and I felt it necessary to ensure our safety above all. Besides, we are already well-acquainted, are we not?" "I believe I know everything I need to know," Zara agreed grimly, trying not to give anything away. She had always forced herself to remain civil to this man, regardless of her personal feelings, because she had a duty to her society to pick their next leader carefully. The closer she had investigated Nor, however, the stronger her conviction had been that he would be a disastrous choice. His estates were in disarray, the result of poor management, and some of the rumors circulating through the lower city hinted at an unsavory personal life. "So then," Nor concluded with a falsely pleasant smile. "No one will be surprised when you return and announce that you've married me, will they?" "I can think of a few," Zara commented, thinking of her formidable Aunt Alys. "Yes, well, Lord Kal-El will have to recover from the shock," Nor said, misunderstanding her. "But I feel sure he will manage. Especially when you assure him that this was your free choice." Zara raised an eyebrow. "You're expecting a bit much, don't you think?" Nor moved a half-step closer, stopping his advance when she stiffened. "My dear Lady Zara," he coaxed in a soft tone. "I will allow you time to make your decision, but only consider ... Our society is so protective of a woman's honor that the only time she is allowed to be alone with a man ... as you are now alone with me ... is when that man is a relative or her husband. While I do of course have a great fondness for you, I am not a relative. That, I fear, leaves you little choice. There is really only one honorable path to follow. I am infinitely sorry to have placed you in such a position," he smiled, with incongruous charm, "but time ran short. No, don't reply now. I prefer that you take time to consider your position, and your options -- or lack thereof. This crew really does need me, so I must go. Take care, my dear." With a mocking bow, he retreated out the door of her cell, leaving Zara alone once more. She sat down slowly, retaining only enough control not to fall. After days of anticipation balanced out by functional boredom, the excitement of the confrontation had been a bit much. Nor's comments on society did make her pause. In general terms, of course, he was right. A noble lady simply didn't entertain a man alone, let alone go off on a space ship with him. The fact that she had been given no choice in the matter would be considered irrelevant; she *had* been alone with him -- still was, technically -- and the damage was done. The only way to retain her honor was to marry him. Zara rebelled at the thought. This situation was about far more than just her personal reputation. Whoever she married would be the next First Lord of New Krypton, and Zara was not about to succumb to these despicable tactics. Besides, she was pragmatic enough to know that this little misadventure would not seriously damage her marriage prospects. The Council might not like it, but by law she was the only gateway to continued peace. If they stripped her of her position, they would provoke civil war, and they knew it. No one wanted to provoke war if there were any alternative. Nor's elaborate scheme to trap her into marriage only proved the point. Of course, if he gave up hope of marrying her ... he might be desperate enough to try anything. She closed her eyes, feeling a headache build. Realistically, what were her options? She simply couldn't face going through with a marriage to Nor; even a ritualistic consummation would be too sickening to consider, and when she contracted with the birth center to begin an embryo, she wanted *much* higher quality paternal DNA. A flat-out refusal, on the other hand, held risks as well. She would have to stall as best she could. A rescue attempt was underway, she felt sure. Aunt Alys, although female and technically powerless, held great influence in the capital, and would certainly maneuver some sort of rescue effort. Kal-El had been about to return from his surveillance mission; it was possible that he would be involved. Ching was nearly due home, as well, but would the family that had sent him away in the first place send him after her now? She doubted it. Zara wished she knew more about various types of spacecraft; it had been difficult enough worming economic information out of the Council. The rescue might well fail. Perhaps she could somehow influence the odds. If only she were allowed out of this room, she might find opportunities for sabotage. Destroying the ship would be too extreme; not that she would shrink from giving her life in a just cause, but with the succession undecided, her death would cause chaos back home. Zara sighed, feeling the heavy weight of responsibility she carried. There had to be a more rational way to rule a planet. **** The room they were being held in was dimly lit, with four padded benches that seemed intended to be beds, and a small pile of women's clothing in various sizes. After prowling the edges of the room in vain hopes of finding an escape route, Lois joined the other women sitting on the benches. "I'm sorry. I can't find any way out." Francine opened weary eyes long enough to say, "Don't apologize, Lola. We all looked. And it isn't your fault we're in this mess." Lois couldn't accept absolution that easily. Here she was, a trained and competent officer in the United States Army, the world's finest fighting force -- in the Intelligence Division for pete's sake! -- and she had meekly walked right into a trap. Sev was going to pay for that, next time she got close to him. "I should have done something," she muttered glumly. "Like what?" Brenda demanded. "They had us surrounded. No, it's not your fault." She squeezed her eyes shut. "It's mine -- isn't that what you meant, Francine? Yeah, I fell for their line, but I wasn't the only one, honey. You were right there with me -- we all fell for it." "Lola didn't," Melanie said quietly, watching Lois closely. Brenda glared at Melanie. "Oh thank you so much, that makes me feel so much better. Okay, so I was desperate enough to buy their story, and I wanted you guys to come too, but if you hadn't been so busy making eyes at that Zak guy--" Lois winced at the rising tone of anger. "Maybe I should make a confession here," she interrupted. "I'm not really Lola Dane." That got Brenda's puzzled attention, and Francine opened one eye. Melanie continued to study her. "My name is Lois Lane, and I'm an Army officer investigating the Toasters. There were rumors that they were connected to the Metro Club, so I wanted to get inside. I'm sorry to have deceived you all." Francine closed her eyes again, seeming to lose interest, while Brenda looked annoyed. "I lost a gig to you and you're not even a pro? Man, that bites. I could just *kill* Johnny." Melanie nodded. "I knew there was something about you. That explains the gun, too." "A gun?" Brenda yelped. "Girlfriend, if you were packing, why the hell are we here?" Lois winced, fighting her own guilt. "I could have taken Sev -- probably -- but I didn't know if Zak was armed, and I thought I'd get a better chance if I waited. I'm sorry." Of course, so far nothing irrevocable had happened; Sev and Zak undoubtedly had some sort of plan, but if they thought Lois Lane was going to tamely play along, well, they obviously hadn't read enough Superman comics in their misspent young lives. "But it means we're not defenseless. We'll probably be able to get away in the morning. I can't do anything until they come back, but they must have something planned for us, so when they make their move, I'll --" Frowning, she stopped talking in order to listen. The strange distant hum she'd noticed when first entering the stairwell had abruptly intensified, and she was feeling a gentle vibration in the floor. Brenda was looking around, too, and gently touched the wall. "There's some powerful machinery in this building ... are they running the air conditioning?" The vibration and hum increased again, this time accompanied by a high-pitched whine, and Lois suddenly felt herself pressed against the floor. A quick look told her the others were feeling something, too. Francine opened her eyes, looking around fearfully. "I don't suppose this is just a really big elevator." Melanie shook her head solemnly. "I thought something was strange when we came onboard, but I wasn't sure, and--" "Onboard?" Brenda asked sharply. "I think we're on a spaceship," Melanie replied simply. Abruptly, the downward pressure ceased. "And we've just achieved lift-off." Lois felt the cold realization of the truth wash over her. This situation was more serious than she had thought, and she kicked herself for ever letting them get into that alley. She had thought she could protect them -- it was no less than her duty as an officer. Well, she still would, as much as she could. Spaceship or not, Lois Lane was not going to play by their rules any longer. She watched her companions to see how they were handling themselves; they were silent at the moment but looked scared. "Well, there's one good thing," she made herself say, keeping her voice as steady as she could. Brenda laughed, a half-hysterical giggle. She clasped a hand over her mouth to contain the sound, but still looked on the edge. "What's that, Lola -- I mean, Lois?" demanded Francine, wavering between anger and despair. "Well, it's just, with all of us here..." Lois swallowed, hoping this would distract them. "The Metro Club's not gonna have much of a floor show tomorrow." Francine stared at her for a moment, then a corner of her mouth began to twitch. "Yeah, Johnny's gonna have a tough time finding four or five new kids in half a day, isn't he?" Brenda's eyes lost some of their wildness and began to dance. "Hoo-boy, that boy is in trouble." "Maybe he'll have to fill in, himself," Melanie suggested wickedly. "He could use my chicken outfit," Lois suggested with a grin. Apparently the news of Johnny's demotion had been kept secret; Lois would tell them later, but right now they needed the comic relief. "Oh, no, Lola!" Brenda corrected, "that white dress would be more his style." In a gravelly voice, she imitated Johnny's accent and began singing "I've Got a Crush On You." The other three laughed harder, until Brenda was laughing with them, unable to keep singing. If the laughter was a little on the shrill side, no one mentioned it, glad to have temporarily escaped the intolerable tension. **** Kal sat in his command chair, watching the cloudy blue globe of Earth in a secondary monitor. The planet was already far behind them, and he was never likely to see it again. He should just put it out of his mind -- the mission, as Lt. Ching had so emphatically reminded him, was the important thing. He was just as glad when Sev entered the control room, shuffling his feet apologetically at the intrusion. After they had safely cleared the planet's airspace, Ching had set the ship to auto-pilot, and Kal had sent the three Kryptonians off to their rest period. Kal had rested too, but as long as the advantages of his stay on Earth lingered, he found he didn't need much sleep. "Yes, crewman?" "Sir," Sev began, then paused, seeming uncertain of himself. "Well, m'lord, I have a confession to make." This sounded mildly interesting, and possibly alarming. "What sort of confession?" "Well, m'lord, I know you gave us lists of supplies -- and we obtained everything on the lists -- but I thought ... well, for a long journey I thought we might need another sort of supplies. For morale purposes." Kal watched, intrigued by this stumbling explanation. So Crewman Sev was showing initiative, was he? That could be good, but it was more likely disastrous. "So what did you do about this oversight?" he asked, keeping his voice neutral, and sent out a tentative mental probe. He was out of practice, of course, but he found himself emphatically blocked. Either Sev had an excellent natural shield, or he'd had some training. Sev looked up, seeming to gain confidence. "I planned it all carefully, m'lord. Took everything into account. I wasn't sure I'd have a chance to manage it, but fortune favors the bold." This was surely going to be disastrous, Kal mused, as the other man carefully talked around the subject. "What did you do, Sev?" Sev faltered at that level question, then looked sly. "Perhaps you'd best see for yourself, m'lord. It's the secondary storage room." Kal gave him a pained glance, but perhaps a first-hand look would be worth more than a thousand words. He stood, and passed Sev on his way out the corridor, leaving the crewman to the difficult task of leading the way while remaining the proscribed foot behind his commanding officer. As they reached the section of wall where subtle markings betrayed a closed door, Kal stopped, turning with an ironic flourish to allow Sev first access to the opening. Sev flushed and looked flustered, but stepped forward. Faintly, Kal thought he heard voices within the cargo hold. Had Sev brought televisions or something?? He'd have had a difficult time hooking them up to power, if so. "We needed some recreation," Sev said, as if that explained everything, then opened the door. It was only due to his enhanced senses that Kal could make sense of the ensuing chaos. As soon as the door opened, a diminutive female figure appeared in the opening. With deliberate movements, the woman swept a kick at Sev that brought the unsuspecting crewman to his knees. From there, he was in easy reach of an overhand blow that crumpled him to the floor. Before Kal could do more than gasp in startlement, he was face to face with the last person he ever expected to see again. And she was now holding a pistol, aimed right at him. "You!" he gasped, and heard her echo him a half-second later, her brown eyes going wide. Her grasp of the pistol wavered for only a fraction of a second, however, he noted. "Brenda, tie this guy up," she ordered, kicking Sev lightly. One of the other dancers then approached, make-shift rope in hand, and set to work, none too gently. "I am Lieutenant Lois Lane of the United States Army," his dancer announced crisply, "and you are in big trouble." "I am Lord Kal-El," he responded automatically in English. "You're in the army?" He had heard that Earth allowed women into some of their military units. It certainly explained a lot. She scowled at him. "You have a problem with that?" Kal gave her his best innocent shrug. "Not at all. Thank you, by the way." Lois -- he savored the name in his mind; it was somehow much nicer than Lola -- narrowed her eyes in suspicious puzzlement. "For what?" "Showing Sev here the error of his ways." As the shock of Lois's presence wore off, the enormity of Sev's crime was starting to make itself known, and Kal sobered. "I must apologize to you -- to all of you," he added, peering around Lois to see who else was there. Good God, Sev had grabbed the whole floor show, he realized; there were four of them altogether. Sev must have been trying to be fair -- four Kryptonians, four concubines, including the one Kal had been so openly admiring. He flushed in shame. If he had controlled his reactions, Sev might never have gone through with this horrible scheme. "Forget the apology," Brenda muttered. "Just put us *back* and we're cool." "Sev should never have treated you like this," Kal said slowly, "And we will take you back." His mind raced, wondering how much he could reveal without earning the Council's wrath. How much did they already know? "Yes, you will," Lois said, waggling the pistol slightly for emphasis. "So turn this space ship of yours around right now, mister." One question answered; the secret of spaceflight was out. Kal noted distantly that though Lois was acting calm, her heart rate was accelerated. "If you know it's a space ship," he retorted mildly, "you should realize it wouldn't be a good idea to fire that. Projectile weapons and pressurized craft just don't mix." She just smiled back. "You're assuming I'd miss." Assessing her familiarity with the weapon in her hand, Kal decided that it was far more likely that she'd hit him, especially at this short range. The impact likely wouldn't hurt him, but with his luck, the bullet would ricochet, possibly hitting one of the women. "Lois," he began, then at her raised eyebrow forced himself to use her stated rank, "Lieutenant. I am not your enemy here. Sev was acting against explicit orders, and he *will* be disciplined. I give you my word that you will be returned to Metropolis in perfect health, unharassed. However, we're in the middle of an urgent mission, and we simply cannot delay--" She was looking entirely unconvinced. "About a week ago," he explained rapidly, "the Lady Zara was kidnapped. She's the last of the royal family, and if she is harmed, it's almost certain that our world will slide into civil war. Besides, she and I -- " Kal hesitated, unwilling to mention marriage while looking into Lois's eyes. "We are friends. I don't want her to be hurt. I have to go after her, and get her back." He ran out of words, and simply let her read the truth from his eyes, holding nothing back. She stared at him for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine," she snapped, finally lowering the pistol. "Fine?" protested the older blond dancer. "Hey, I've got to get back to Earth before I lose my job! Without that paycheck I lose my apartment, and my rent is due soon. I don't have time for a joy ride around the galaxy!" "Um, Kal?" Turning, Kal saw that the younger dancer -- Melanie, he thought her name was -- was looking at him bashfully. "You won't be too hard on Zak, will you? I mean, he didn't really do much..." "Melanie!" Brenda scolded, "Just because you think the boy is cute does *not* mean he gets off the hook, here!" "Oh come on, it was obvious he had no idea what was going on." "He knew enough to herd us into this room, Mel; how innocent could he be? And quit your caterwauling, Francine; at least you've got a paycheck to go back to!" "That's what you think -- Johnny's not gonna like being left high and dry like this." "And the high heels will make his feet hurt, so he's bound to be pretty grumpy," Lois murmured, to Kal's complete confusion. The others grinned at the comment. "But actually ladies ... I was eavesdropping yesterday, and Toni's taken over the whole Metro Gang -- she escorted Johnny out under armed guard, and I don't think he was gonna be coming back." That statement impressed the women into stunned silence for a moment. Kal let himself smile. Good for Toni. "She was keeping it under wraps," Lois added, at their questioning looks, "but you know he wasn't there last night." "True enough," Brenda nodded. "Hmm... I guess it doesn't make any difference to me now, but..." "Serves the bastard right," Francine spat out, looking as if she'd bitten into something nasty. "And forced out by his sister, too. Hah. Good for her." "So, um, Kal..." Melanie approached him cautiously. "Do we get a tour of your space ship?" **** to be continued... -- Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / jernigan@bellsouth.net http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam http://personal.rdu.bellsouth.net/~jernigan/ The difference between journalists and other people is that other people spend their lives running from violence, tragedy, and horror and we spend ours trying to get in on it. --P.J. O'Rourke ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 10:48:16 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: lcfic Subject: New Message Board Index Update through May 19 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hi FoLCs! Here's this week's updates for the new board! We have: A new story begun, a new vignette, and a couple of new story parts! Links at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/lnc.html New stories this week: LANDING LESSONS: NICNACS UNTITLED COMPLETE VIGNETTE LUKESJEDI New part(s) posted: QUESTION OF TRUST, A: RACONTEUR27 STRANGERS III: MISSY GALLANT Completed stories this week: none New TOC's none Enjoy! Dawn & the Index Crew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices http://auctions.yahoo.com/ ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 17:44:16 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Liz S Subject: Re: Landing Lessons (4/4) Comments: To: Nicola Baker Great story--really enjoyed it! But, I'm sorry that Jimmy couldn't keep his powers! But, you're going to do a sequel, right? Please! Liz S. :) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 10:15:38 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wingate Subject: stories for my site MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hiya everyone I'm sure some of you have heard from me before about asking for stories. So if you have, and you've already said yes, you can just ignore this email. What I'm asking is if anyone has anyone X-men fics they'd like to send me. I'll take any kind, except Slash. And I'll take rated R, and NC-17, as long as they're properly labeled when they're sent to me. :-) If you wish to submit anything, the below information is all I'll need: 1) The Title of the story 2) Rating 3) The story in some form-a URL where I can find it, or the story itself 4) The name and email you wish to go by 5) A summary of some sort Thanks, and I hope to hear from you soon. Crystal/Sassy AIM/AOL=CRSunrise, OneLastW1sh Yahoo=CRSunrise_98 Hotmail=CRSunrise_98@hotmail.com ~~Life's a constant roadway. There are many twists and turns. You also have to watch out for the potholes~~ ~~Take one step at a time or you'll fall flat on your face~~ ~~A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...~~Madeleine L'Engle A League of Their Own http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/ or http://members.tripod.com/~CRSunrise_98/ Join my Mailing Lists A League of Their Own Updates-for updates and such on the above site leageupdates-subscribe@yahoogroups.com For the Newsie Lover out there newsie-lovers-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 10:22:23 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wingate Subject: Ignore my oops Comments: To: DMFanfics@egroups.com, EarlyEditionFanFictions@yahoogroups.com, ERFANFICTIONZONE@egroups.com, ERfics@yahoogroups.com, everafter_fanfic@yahoogroups.com, Jareth_Sarah_Forever@yahoogroups.com, arielholics@iastate.edu, newsie-lovers@egroups.com, newsies@makelist.com, newsies@smartgroups.com, bakula@yahoogroups.com, Jedi-Apprentice@yahoogroups.com, xfc-atxc@yahoogroups.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hiya everyone I meant to have the email customized to each individual list. So, I didn't mean X-Men for all these lists. If it's Labyrinth, I meant Labyrinth....if it was Star Wars, I meant Star Wars...etc. I hope you all understand. please??? Crystal AIM/AOL=CRSunrise, OneLastW1sh Yahoo=CRSunrise_98 Hotmail=CRSunrise_98@hotmail.com ~~Life's a constant roadway. There are many twists and turns. You also have to watch out for the potholes~~ ~~Take one step at a time or you'll fall flat on your face~~ ~~A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...~~Madeleine L'Engle A League of Their Own http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/ or http://members.tripod.com/~CRSunrise_98/ Join my Mailing Lists A League of Their Own Updates-for updates and such on the above site leagueupdates-subscribe@yahoogroups.com For the Newsie Lover out there newsie-lovers-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 19:32:52 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wingate Subject: OT: Banners and Links MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hiya I need links for my Lois and Clark section I will be starting up. Is there anyone out there that'd like to give me their link? I'd just need the address and the name. Or, if you have a banner, I can take that too. :-) Thanks Crystal AIM/AOL=CRSunrise, OneLastW1sh Yahoo=CRSunrise_98 Hotmail=CRSunrise_98@hotmail.com ~~Life's a constant roadway. There are many twists and turns. You also have to watch out for the potholes~~ ~~Take one step at a time or you'll fall flat on your face~~ ~~A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...~~Madeleine L'Engle A League of Their Own http://crsunrise_98.tripod.com/ or http://members.tripod.com/~CRSunrise_98/ Join my Mailing Lists A League of Their Own Updates-for updates and such on the above site leagueupdates-subscribe@yahoogroups.com For the Newsie Lover out there newsie-lovers-subscribe@yahoogroups.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 21:43:21 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Annette Ciotola Subject: Alt-Kerth Nominations are open! Comments: To: lcnfanfic@egroups.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I haven't seen this posted yet, so here goes. Nominations are officially open, so you can check out those eligible at: http://www.annesplace.net/altkerths.html and then write your nominations from here: http://www.nfanfic.net/mailform/altnoms.html Anne ;) Visit the Lois & Clark Nfic Archive www.annesplace.net "If something looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and talks like a duck ... chances are pretty good it is a duck." - Lois Lane; Strange Visitor From Another Planet "...Grab a bottle, hunker down and pray for daylight!" - Karen Walker; Guess Who's Not Coming to Dinner