From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG0109B" ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 09:17:51 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Meredith Knight Subject: Re: New Story: Trading Places In-Reply-To: <20010907.172727.-191951.0.cmoncado@juno.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Civil Disorder? If you're going back to the civil war. Meredith >Are there any suggestions for another title, because I'm pretty >much drawing a blank. -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 12:39:13 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: New Story: Trading Places MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Donna wrote: > There are other cases of two Lois and Clark stories having the same title > and no one asked the second author to change their title. There are lots > of romance books with the same title. There is no requirement for an author to change the title of their story when there's a title clash as far as the Archive is concerned. I presume that neither Zoomway nor Anne would have any rules about this one either. ;) But you'd have to ask them for confirmation. If a second author comes up with a story with a title already used and wishes to stick with it, that's their choice as far as I'm concerned, certainly. And as you've pointed out you can't copyright a title, call it your own and demand no other author use it. Especially if the title in question uses a common phrase. But then I've yet to hear of an author trying to do that either. Multiple stories with the same title are actually quite common in other fandoms. However for some reason it has never been common in FoLCdom. I'll refrain from speculating why on that one! For that reason and because some authors *do* worry about it, it is usually pointed out within this fandom that they've clashed with a story already out there. Just in case they are one of the authors who find such things embarrassing (like wearing the same dress to a party as another guest ) and they'd like an opportunity to change it. LabRat :) EIC Lois and Clark Fanfic Archive ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 05:54:31 -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: New Story: Trading Places In-Reply-To: <001301c1385a$e2594d80$897f1f3e@land> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii --- LabRat wrote: > There is no requirement for an author to change the > title of their story > when there's a title clash as far as the Archive is > concerned. I presume > that neither Zoomway nor Anne would have any rules > about this one either. ;) > But you'd have to ask them for confirmation. If a > second author comes up > with a story with a title already used and wishes to > stick with it, that's > their choice as far as I'm concerned, certainly. And > as you've pointed out > you can't copyright a title, call it your own and > demand no other author use > it. Especially if the title in question uses a > common phrase. But then I've > yet to hear of an author trying to do that either. > There's no problem with Carol keeping the same title if she wants. After all, it's not like it's original with me. (Anyone remember the Eddie Murphy/Dan Akroyd movie of the same name?) I was pleased, however, that Wendy did point out the coincidence as it gave Carol the option to change the title if she so desired - but as Labrat said - only if she so desired. I did think 'Sister Switch' was an ingenious title, however. Irene ===== sirenegold@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 09:10:45 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: New Story: Trading Places Just to clarify - *I* certainly wasn't asking Carol to change her title! When I saw Carol's question, I hadn't seen her story post and so I saw Trading Places and instantly thought it was referring to Irene's story. It was only later that I saw Carol's post of her first instalment. As to why it's not that common in FoLCdom to have the same or similar titles, I can't say, not having experience of fanfic in other fandoms. Though I suppose we do tend to refer to stories we like by their titles, without necessarily attaching an author to them, though that may be a *consequence* of the lack of multiple use of the same title. Who knows? Wendy ----------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 11:04:07 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jacalyn Sue Newman Subject: Re: New Story: Trading Places In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" If you want to switch titles, how about Places Trading? Jackie -- Jacalyn S. Newman jacalynsue@earthlink.net ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 11:12:42 -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: Re: New Story: Trading Places MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Why do we tend not to have multiple titles? I think it's because we don't have multiple archives I've looked for fanfic in various other fandoms, and while there are some big collections out there, they don't seem to have one *official* repository for fic (which we had, right from the beginning, with Rhen's Majordomo list). When the stories are scattered among 4-5 big websites and up to twenty personal pages, it's much harder to even *notice* a repeated title. Plus, if each author hosts their own page, you'd probably be in the habit of referring to fic by author first. "Irene's cross-universe fic with the two Perrys, you know, she called it "Trading Places" or something"... But since we have one big central archive, and since stories are all listed there by title, well, when I start a new fic, I try to remember to check to make sure I'm not reusing a title :) Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam **note new address** "The EU is a noble attempt to fulfill the age-old dream of having a country of English cooks, German lovers, French defense forces and Italian efficiency experts." --P. J. O'Rourke ----- Original Message ----- From: "Wendy Richards" To: Sent: Saturday, September 08, 2001 10:10 AM Subject: Re: New Story: Trading Places > Just to clarify - *I* certainly wasn't asking Carol to change her title! > When I saw Carol's question, I hadn't seen her story post and so I saw > Trading Places and instantly thought it was referring to Irene's story. It > was only later that I saw Carol's post of her first instalment. > > As to why it's not that common in FoLCdom to have the same or similar > titles, I can't say, not having experience of fanfic in other fandoms. > Though I suppose we do tend to refer to stories we like by their titles, > without necessarily attaching an author to them, though that may be a > *consequence* of the lack of multiple use of the same title. Who knows? > > > Wendy > ----------- > > Wendy Richards > wendy@lcfanfic.com > ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 12:08:04 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: Mutiple Titles was Re: New Story: Trading Places MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/8/2001 11:12:53 AM Eastern Daylight Time, chiefpam@NC.RR.COM writes: > Why do we tend not to have multiple titles? I think it's because we don't > have multiple archives > Um, I would like to point out that we do have at least two fanfics that I know with the same title ... Full Circle There is one written by Crystal and there is one written as the "season" finale of TUFS. So it has been done. However TUFS just added an extra to the title 'A New Day' but it's listed on the archive under Full Circle. Just a thought to go on Carol ... I haven't really read your find yet, but I have seen some of the discussion and your alternative title. So if you wanted to keep Trading Places, you can always go with Trading Places: Sister Switch, should you not want to give up the title, but want to distinguish yours from Irene's. 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 ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 11:22:05 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Mutiple Titles was Re: New Story: Trading Places MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit When I checked my email this morning I saw 8 new emails with "Trading Places" as the title and I was like "Wow! Lots of comments" *bg* and then I read them... Oh, well! Life goes on! I like sister switch and I have no problem changing the name - I've checked on every other story I've written (I think), but even before I posted I had this nagging thought that I had seen a Trading Places somewhere else (I have at least skimmed TP by Irene - something about our Perry wanting to go to an Elvis concert in the Alt Universe or something if I remember right -though that wasn't the main point of the story) and really meant to check before posting. As for TP:SS I would think that people (I know I would) think it was a sequel or something. So I'm going to stick with Sister Switch - thanks to Pam for being creative for me! CM On Sat, 8 Sep 2001 12:08:04 EDT Annette Ciotola writes: > In a message dated 9/8/2001 11:12:53 AM Eastern Daylight Time, > chiefpam@NC.RR.COM writes: > > > > Why do we tend not to have multiple titles? I think it's because > we don't > > have multiple archives > > > > Um, I would like to point out that we do have at least two fanfics > that I > know with the same title ... > > Full Circle > > There is one written by Crystal and there is one written as the > "season" > finale of TUFS. > > So it has been done. However TUFS just added an extra to the title > 'A New > Day' but it's listed on the archive under Full Circle. > > Just a thought to go on Carol ... I haven't really read your find > yet, but I > have seen some of the discussion and your alternative title. So if > you wanted > to keep Trading Places, you can always go with Trading Places: > Sister Switch, > should you not want to give up the title, but want to distinguish > yours from > Irene's. > > 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 ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 17:58:03 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: New Story: Trading Places MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Pam wrote: > Why do we tend not to have multiple titles? I think it's because we don't > have multiple archives > Awwwwww, Pam! I wanted to go with the 'FoLCs are much more inventive and creative' theory. LabRat :) (who recently discovered that one of her fic had a title already 'claimed' by an older fic on the Archive and who never thinks about checking these things...) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 14:56:57 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Genevieve Clemens Subject: Re: Mutiple Titles was Re: New Story: Trading Places MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Annette Ciotola wrote: > > Um, I would like to point out that we do have at least two fanfics that I > know with the same title ... > > Full Circle > > There is one written by Crystal and there is one written as the "season" > finale of TUFS. > > So it has been done. However TUFS just added an extra to the title 'A New > Day' but it's listed on the archive under Full Circle. I wasn't aware it was on any archive just as "Full Circle," though, and if it is, the subtitle needs to be added. It has *never* been published without the subtitle. (Which archives are you referring to, Anne? It's "Full Circle : a new day" at lcfanfic.) We at TUFS picked "Full Circle" for the title of the finale long before we published it -- before we'd even started writing the story in fact. We had just started writing it when Crystal started posting her story on this list. I cringed when I saw the title, I can tell you. We'd already done a little publicity for the last TUFS episode under the title "Full Circle," so it was too late to change it completely. As a librarian, I deal with identical titles all the time (that's why authors are also listed!) and didn't see a problem, but everybody else at TUFS thought identical titles would be very misleading. Hence the addition of the subtitle. There are a few other identical titles in L&C fic, though. One got nominated for a Kerth, and when I was doing the "One-stop-reading" Kerth page (which I do in rather a hurry, by the way!), I linked to the wrong story! The author let me know about that little mistake real fast! I can't remember which story it was now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Genevieve The World Wide Web has made it possible for anyone to find in five hours what a competent librarian can find in five minutes. :-) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 14:00:08 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: FFQ: Dialogue in SM MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit At the beginning of SoulMates when they are getting ready to go to Hawaii, before HG interrupts, does anyone know what the dialogue is? Or where I can get it? Just a part with something along the lines of "Ready?" "I've been ready my whole life" or something. No more than two or three quotes needed. Maybe about how they can't wait to get to Hawaii. And Lois is wearing an orange(?) dress with a big bow in the front and what is CK wearing (before he puts the suit on - or does he have the suit on the whole time?)? I thought I had this on tape, but my tapes are screwed up so... Thanks! CM ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 15:16:45 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: Re: Mutiple Titles was Re: New Story: Trading Places MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/8/2001 2:55:08 PM Eastern Daylight Time, nightsky@EROLS.COM writes: > but everybody else at TUFS > thought identical titles would be very misleading. Hence the addition > of the subtitle. > Relax ... that's exactly the point I was trying to make. I was simply pointing out that if you looked in the Archive and list by title, you can pull up both Full Circle fics. Just wanted to point that out. Anne ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 16:03:34 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: FFQ: Dialogue in SM MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/8/01 3:08:42 PM Eastern Daylight Time, cmoncado@JUNO.COM writes: > And Lois is wearing an orange(?) dress with a big bow in the > front and what is CK wearing (before he puts the suit on - or does he > have the suit on the whole time?)? > > Lois is wearing the orange dress. Clark is wearing the suit before H G Wells shows up but changes into jeans and a plaid shirt before he answers the door. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 15:10:50 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: FFQ: Dialogue in SM MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks Ann! Anne and Labby helped with the dialogue - so thanks to them too! You guys are the best! CM(Whose muse is on the move today!) On Sat, 8 Sep 2001 16:03:34 EDT "Ann E. McBride" writes: > In a message dated 9/8/01 3:08:42 PM Eastern Daylight Time, > cmoncado@JUNO.COM > writes: > > > > And Lois is wearing an orange(?) dress with a big bow in the > > front and what is CK wearing (before he puts the suit on - or does > he > > have the suit on the whole time?)? > > > > > Lois is wearing the orange dress. Clark is wearing the suit before H > G Wells > shows up but changes into jeans and a plaid shirt before he answers > the door. > > Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 13:48:50 -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 September 7 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hi FoLCs! Don't forget about the nKerths starting in about an hour!! Lots of activity this week! A couple of new stories, a new vignette, lots of new parts posted, a completed story, several new tocs, and lots of new stories added to the archive! Links on the L&C Message Board Index and Links page at http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Meteor/7378/lnc.html New stories this week: LOIS AND THE PSYCHIC: RILEY UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES: NAN SMITH WINE, WINE, WINE COMPLETE VIGNETTE KATHY BROWN New part(s) posted: ALL STIRRED UP: MEREDITH BURDEN OF CONSCIENCE: RACONTEUR27 DUET: SHAYNE TERRY FEAR OF DISCOVERY IV: YVONNE CONNELL HEARTS DIVIDED: PAM JERNIGAN IMBALANCE: PHIL ATCLIFFE AND WENDY RICHARDS IN CAT'S CORNER: IRENE DUTCHAK IN DREAMS: KAYLLE LARA AND JOR – THE LAST ADVENTURES OF KRYPTON: HAZEL LONELY IS THE MAN: JONWOLFF PURPLE CHAOS II: EMILY HANSON SECOND THOUGHTS: WENDY RICHARDS SHADES OF GREY: CINDY LEUCH STRANGERS III: MISSY GALLANT UNIVERSAL UNION 3: JENNI DEBBAGE WOUNDED ANGELS: KESTREL73 AKA LOTE TREE Completed stories this week: VALLEY OF THE SHADOW: CAROL MONCADO New TOC's ALL STIRRED UP: MEREDITH IN CAT'S CORNER: IRENE DUTCHAK IN DREAMS: KAYLLE LARA AND JOR – THE LAST ADVENTURES OF KRYPTON: HAZEL Added to the Archive this week: Choices: A Rewrite of 'Stop the Presses' by Crystal Wimmer Only One, The by Tracey Purple Chaos by Emily M. Hanson Timestorm by Irene Dutchak TOGOM - Without the Angst by Tank Wilson Truth or Dare? by Natalie Santana Enjoy! Dawn & the Index Crew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 21:28:44 -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: Unforeseen Consequences 5/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Okay, here's the next part. This was written while my stomach was upset and my ears were ringing from some kind of virus, so if it's not up to my usual standard, I'll revise it when I feel better. In any case, I'd value constructive criticism. Unforeseen Consequences 5/? by Nan Smith The men in the maroon car fell silent after the initial outburst. Clark floated patiently, listening. Finally, one said, "I guess we'd better report in. The Colonel isn't going to like this." "We'll track down the two guys who took her. I got the license number." "One of them was the paper's editor. I recognized him." "White?" "Yeah." "Maybe we should have a 'talk' with him." "That's up to the Colonel. I think we better report in person. This isn't the kind of thing that should go out over the air. You never know who or what is listening." Clark frowned. The more he heard from these two, the less he liked it and the more certain he was that he'd done the right thing. Well, just in case the military, or someone else, was tracking him, he'd better give the impression that Superman was just engaging in his daily activities. He could keep an eye on the men from just about anywhere in the air above the city, now that he'd identified and was watching them. That was one of the reasons he'd never been specific about how far his abilities extended, even to the U.S. authorities. Most of them were probably good, well-intentioned men and women of integrity, but unfortunately there were always a few who weren't, and you couldn't be completely sure that the wrong information wouldn't end up in their hands. He could think of a few such individuals he'd known personally. Their false assumptions about him had, more than once, been all that had saved him and persons he cared about from death. He executed a wide, graceful turn in the air and cruised across the sky toward the airport, but his attention never wavered from the men in the maroon car. Neither said anything more, but the vehicle was now wending its way across town. He had every intention of finding out everything he could about this group. And, in the meantime, he searched his memory, wracking his brain in the effort of recall. He had met both of these men; of that he was sure, and the circumstances had been extremely unpleasant. He'd had a closer association with the passenger than the driver; he was almost certain of that too, but he'd met them together. Where had it been? Superman and Clark Kent both had encountered hundreds of shady characters over the nearly fifteen years of his career in Metropolis and more before that. Picking two men out of the rogue's gallery in his head wasn't an easy task, even with a photographic memory. He was sure to come up with the answer sooner or later, but he'd rather it was sooner. Where had he seen them? A military plane shot by on his right, headed south, probably for Washington DC. A glance at its sleek, silver lines before it vanished to his rear made something click suddenly in his mind and all at once, he knew when and where it had happened. It had been in association with the military that he had met much younger versions of these two. They had been among the Bureau 39 goons that had assisted Jason Trask during his insane hunt for Superman, nearly fifteen years ago. The car's passenger was the man who had fired a gun at Clark Kent during that first encounter, ironically enough on another plane, only a few weeks after he and Lois had met. But why would Bureau 39, of all possible organizations, be interested in a little girl? A chilling thought occurred to him. He hoped fervently that he was wrong, but nothing he had seen so far had in any way contradicted it. If it was true, then he had a big job on his hands--one that he should have thought about years back. As a matter of fact, now that he'd thought of it, it was something he was going to have to check out anyway, Bureau 39 or not. Be that as it might, however, he had neglected the agency for far too long. It was apparent to him from the conversation he'd overheard, that they hadn't changed their attitude or their methods of operation at all--toward him, or anybody else. Jimmy and Perry, as well as others at the Daily Planet, could quite possibly be in danger because of whatever had happened this afternoon. The rogue government agency had already threatened, hurt and quite possibly killed innocent people, and ignored the laws of the country it purported to serve, all under the guise of protecting humanity from a nonexistent alien invasion. No person and no organization had the right to do that, no matter how noble they believed their cause to be. He must have been crazy to assume that Bureau 39 had been dissolved after the death of Jason Trask. They'd gone underground, but they were very much intact, judging by the evidence and for some unknown reason, they had surfaced again. Clark set his jaw, watching the maroon car as it made its slow way toward an unknown destination. It was long past time for Lane and Kent to expose the group for the jackbooted thugs that they were. One way or another, this time Bureau 39 was going down for good. ********** Linda. Well, at least they had a name. Perry regarded CJ thoughtfully. It figured that he would be able to get Linda to speak when no one else had been successful. The boy was so like his father that it was almost scary, although it kind of figured, he thought, considering where CJ had almost certainly come from. The editor grinned to himself. It would have been quite a story, if he'd ever allowed it to be printed up in the Daily Planet; one of those illustrations of irony that was a lesson in itself. But the story would never be written, no matter how tempting. The harm it would do outweighed all other considerations in Perry's judgement. Lex Luthor hadn't known it, but he'd done the world an enormous favor when he'd tried to create the ultimate weapon against Superman. He'd given them CJ Kent, who would certainly be as much of a force for good when he was grown as the couple who had adopted him. CJ, on the other hand, couldn't seem to take his eyes off Linda, and he was favoring her with his father's shy, charming smile. Linda met his gaze and then looked down, also smiling. Perry felt his eyebrows rising at the sight. "Linda's a pretty name," CJ said. "I like it. What's your last name?" "Lennox," she replied, without hesitation. Perry turned his face away to hide a grin. It looked to him as if CJ had suddenly discovered girls and that the girl in question seemed to like CJ, as well. He wondered what Lois would have to say. "Would you like to have some soda?" CJ asked. "Aunt Sandi got some to go with the pizza." Linda nodded again, as Sandi produced a two-liter bottle from the Kents' refrigerator. The doorbell chimed at this point. Perry turned toward the living room. "I'll get it." It was, as he had suspected, Jim Olsen and the other two Kent kids. Marta and Jonny headed immediately for the kitchen and the pizza, while Perry locked the door behind his subordinate. "Call me paranoid," he remarked, as Jim removed his coat, "but I don't trust whoever those guys were." "That makes two of us," Jim said. "I sure hope Lois and Clark can figure out who they were, and what's going on. And I'll be a lot happier when Clark gets here. I've got a creepy feeling about all this." "Yeah," Perry agreed. "Me, too. At least CJ managed to get our mystery girl to talk to him. Her name's Linda Lennox." Jim gave a snort of laughter. "Trust that old Kent charm with the women. Wish I had it." Perry grinned. "You're not doin' too bad, son. You got Sandi, didn't you? Or, maybe it was Sandi that got you. Look, go on in with the others. I need to call Alice again and let her know I'm going to be a little later than I thought." ********** The maroon car moved quietly into a shed next to a familiar, dilapidated warehouse. Clark raised his eyebrows. Bessolo Boulevard?--It appeared that Bureau 39 was moving back into old territory--or maybe they figured that since the place had been theirs once and abandoned, no one would think to look there, especially if no one knew Bureau 39 was on the move again. The place had been used to store furniture meant for public buildings over the last fourteen years, as far as Clark knew. It looked as if some changes had recently taken place, though. This was getting more interesting than ever; the rogue agency seemed to be coming back in spades, returning to its old area of operation. Of course, it was possible that the warehouse had some sort of strategic importance to the group. That remained to be seen. He decided to look it over carefully at the next opportunity. It was too bad he and Lois hadn't thought of that, way back when they had had a wide-open field. Quite probably, the leaders of Bureau 39 had never given up their paranoid belief that he was the point man for an alien invasion. Why had he assumed that Jason Trask was the only mental case in the group? Any organization like Bureau 39 attracted conspiracy nuts, and Lord Nor's crowd had more than likely simply reinforced the paranoia. Who knew what kind of delusions they had come up with in the years since? He didn't like to think of the direction their imaginings might have led them, but it wasn't something he could avoid, much as he might want to. Whether Bureau 39 was actually a true government agency anymore, or not, wasn't really the issue. The real issue was the fact that there was a group of extremely dangerous fanatics out there who were willing to do anything and sacrifice anybody in order to save the world--whether it needed saving or not. The two men exited the car and approached a side door of the warehouse. One of them produced a card and slipped it into a slot on the doorframe and after a few seconds, the door slid open. Interestingly enough, the building didn't appear to be shielded with lead. He floated silently above the structure, examining the interior with his x-ray vision, and drawing a few unpalatable conclusions. The furniture was still present, taking up the warehouse space, but that wasn't where the men were going. An elevator in one wall, looking exactly like a utility closet, took them down below the floor level to a basement that he hadn't even realized was there. It wasn't lead-lined, either. Bureau 39's bosses must have decided that lead shielding would be more likely to draw Superman's attention than a drab, furniture warehouse, and simply relied on anonymity to protect their hideout. It had worked well, and would have continued to work if chance hadn't drawn his attention to the deception. Well, he could kick himself for his complacence later. Right now, he had some eavesdropping to do. ********** (tbc) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 01:01:12 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Unforeseen Consequences 5/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit On Sat, 8 Sep 2001 21:28:44 -0700 Nancy Smith writes: > Okay, here's the next part. This was written while my stomach was > upset > and my ears were ringing from some kind of virus, so if it's not up > to > my usual standard, I'll revise it when I feel better. In any case, > I'd > value constructive criticism. Fine - except that you left it there! More - more - more! Bureau 39 is never any good and I'd love to know more about Linda Lennox. WIld thought here - what if Linda is really a Lois clone and that's why she and CJ are so smitten with each other - you know the whole soul mates thing? Wild and wacky! Go Nan! CM ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 07:15:32 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: Re: Unforeseen Consequences 5/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi Nan, I do like this post and I certainly wouldn't have known you'd written it= while feeling unwell. I hope you've improved some and can write more= soon. Yours as always, Jenni ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 08:04:45 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Unforeseen Consequences 5/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/9/01 12:27:29 AM Eastern Daylight Time, deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes: > In any case, I'd > value constructive criticism. > Well, I haven't read any of it yet (waiting for ALL the parts), but I'm sure it's great, just knowing your previous work, Nan. :) --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 10:42:26 -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: Completely OT: Oh, those Mice! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit The following was written apparently with a straight face. It's a real memo sent by an unnamed computer company to its employees in all seriousness. It was sent to all field engineers about a computer peripheral problem. The author of this memo was quite serious... the engineers rolled on the floor! (Especially note the last sentence) NOTICE: Mouse balls are now available as an FRU (Field Replacement Unit). Therefore, if a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may need a ball replacement. Due to the delicate nature of this procedure, replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly trained personnel. Before proceeding, you must determine the type of mouse balls by examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder than foreign balls. Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the manufacturer of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop-off method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist-off method. Mouse balls are not usually static-sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in sudden discharge. Upon completion of ball replacement, the mouse may be used immediately. It is recommended that each replacer have a pair of spare balls for maintaining optimum customer satisfaction. Any customer missing his balls should suspect local personnel of removing these necessary items. ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 11:01:49 -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: Completely OT: Oh, those Mice! In-Reply-To: <3B9BAA02.D502F9F1@earthlink.net> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Nan, I feel like joining those engineers on the floor laughing! Thank you so much for sharing this with us. What a lot of fun! I wonder how the author of the memo felt after all the hilarity started! Irene ===== sirenegold@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 14:12:53 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: Completely OT: Oh, those Mice! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ROTFL! Thanks for sharing, Nan. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 22:58:55 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Hazel Subject: Fanfic Recommendation: The Lex Letters Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed I just checked to see which new stories were uploaded to the archive. Lots of new stories this week, but there is one I would like to recommend to anyone who doesn't read the mbs regularly: The Lex Letters. Surreal FoLCdom at its very best. :) Great for a laugh, and a quick read! Hazel ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 16:14:23 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: From List Mom -- Proliferation of OT "mass distribution" posts Hi everyone, In recent weeks, I've noticed that we've had several off topic posts made to the list, especially those that have a "mass distribution" flavor to them. While many people have found them funny, others have not, and I've had some complaints. The list has been refreshingly busy lately with fanfic related posts, which has been wonderful. Let's keep those discussions going, and limit our completely OT posting to private email. Not every post has to discuss fanfic or the show, but they should at least have *some* relevance to the topic of this listserv. If anyone has any questions about what constitues an off topic posts, feel free to email me and we can discuss it. Thank you, Kathy List Mom ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 16:13:02 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Request for help MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi all! Thanks so much to everyone for their help with my many questions lately! This is a request for help from someone who might have the time. The story I am working on, "Sister Switch", is a soulmates tale in which the incarnations of Lois and Clark have flashbacks from thier lives as, well, Lois and Clark. Sadly, though I thought I had taped the series the last time through, I am missing some key eps (and STILL haven't seen the 3rd in the NK arc and Merry Myxmas or whatever). I do have through Churches of Metropolis, but that doesn't do me much good, because it's the romance I'm going for (and the only one I missed, of course, is HiM which could be useful). I know some have scripts (thanks to those who helped me already) and I don't necessarily want them, but rather a few lines here and there from someone who has the time to either check the script or a tape. I'm saving up to get my own CD, but it'll be a while - have a baby to take care of in about 5 1/2 weeks! For example, right now, I am looking for the dialogue on the ceiling in the ep after SM through where they start kissing again ("the only thing I'd like more is..." "more?""Exactly" or something along those lines and possibly the elevator later - "Clark, it was *super*!"). There won't be any rush on this stuff. I've written the next 3 segments already so where I am now won't be posted for almost 2 weeks and the next parts will be after that sometime and then I don't think that I'll need any for the next big section of the story (IT MAY ACTUALLY HAVE AN A PLOT! Never really done that before!) And I can just skip the parts and come back to them later and insert the dialogue. Anyway, if anyone would consider helping me out I'd appreciate it and I would be happy to offer my services as a BR or something in return (for at least the next 4 weeks - after that I make no promises!) Thanks so much! CM(who really doesn't mean to be a drain on the resources of the kind Folcs!) ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 14:50:57 -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: STORY: Code of Honor (7/9) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii TITLE: Code of Honor PART: (7/9) AUTHOR: D. Field RATING: PG13 FEEDBACK: Comments welcome PUB/PRIV. Editing PRIV. SUMMARY: LnC/JAG crossover – Lois and Clark find themselves assigned to the same case as Mac and Harm. >From Part 6: The case intensifies as another victim is found. Part 7 ~~~ Lois watched Clark as he went about his duties on the other side of the common room later that day. She was pretending to work on a puzzle in one corner of the room. “Clark,” she whispered, and looked to see if she’d gotten his attention and noticed him pause briefly in his task to focus his hearing on her. She looked back down at her puzzle. “I talked with a lot of the patients last night, and this morning. No one saw this one coming. Have you had any luck with any of the staff?” She looked up to see him shake his head, barely perceptible. “Then we keep digging. There’s something here, I can feel it.” This time when she glanced at him, she caught him trying to hide a smile. When Clark looked back up, he noticed that Jeff had entered the room and was striding determinedly towards Lois. He knew Lois could take care of herself, but he hadn’t liked the way Jeff had been eyeing his wife since she’d gotten here. “Petty Officer White, please come with me.” Jeff didn’t totally understand it, never having served in the military, but the patients all seemed to respond better when addressed by their former rank. Lois rose and followed Jeff out of the room, knowing Clark would be listening in. ~~~ Mac handed two files to her partner. “I’ll take the staff, you’ve got the patients.” Harm nodded at the files in her hand, “Who’ve you got?” “A PFC Porter and a Corp. Ayers.” “I didn’t get a chance to talk with either of them. They were both off duty yesterday.” He motioned to the room next door with his own files. “I’ll be in the next room. How about we meet for lunch afterward and go over what we’ve got?” “Fine.” She barely glanced his way. Harm started to ask her what was going on, then decided to leave it to later, glancing down at the two files in his hands and heading to the next room. Lt. Eric Bowles or Petty Officer Becky White could already be waiting for him. As he reached for the knob, he noticed a pretty redhead heading in his direction with a staff member. He raised an eyebrow as she was led into a room across the hall. Could that be Bowles or White? He opened the door in front of him to find someone already inside waiting. Extending his hand, he introduced himself. “Cmdr. Rabb.” ~~~ Across the hall, Lois was running through all the possibilities of why she’d been called in to a meeting with these JAG lawyers. Was her cover blown? Were they planning to expose her to the administration and then send her on her way? She wouldn’t let that happen! At least if it did, Lane and Kent would still get the story. Unless Clark’s cover had been blown as well. But how? They’d both been so careful! Just because they were talking to staff and patients didn’t mean they’d given anything away or raised any suspicions. Maybe the JAG officers were just fishing? Or conducting usual interviews? They were, after all, investigating these deaths, too. Maybe this was just part of their routine. Maybe she could interview them, find out what they knew, get the story and the headline for the Planet, and maybe another Kerth for Lane and Kent. They were probably like any other lawyer she’d ever dealt with. She should be able to easily out-smart them and find out what they knew. A short time later, the door opened to admit a tall, dark, handsome man dressed in casual Navy whites, smiling at her. ‘Wow. Not as wow as Clark, not as built, a little taller, but not bad.’ She stood to accept his extended hand. “Petty Officer White, Cmdr. Rabb.” “Commander.” “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” he began as he took a seat across the table from her. “Not at all.” ‘And I’ll ask a few on my own.’ Harm referred to the chart in his hands. “Petty Officer White, you’ve only been here about a day, correct?” “Yes, I checked in yesterday. What’s this about, Commander?” “I’m sure you’re aware of the patients who have died recently.” “Couldn’t miss it, but I’m not sure what all this has to do with me. Like you said, I’ve only just arrived.” Rabb debated for a moment. She did have a right to know that her life could be in danger. And from what he’d read in her file, she was here to help her work through post-traumatic stress associated with dreams caused by her war experience. She did seem pretty lucent to him, though he was no psychiatrist. Her right to know won out. “We have reason to believe that you may be in danger as well.” ‘Come on, Commander. Give me just a little bit more to work with here.’ “In what way?” “Three of the four victims served in the same unit in the Gulf as you did.” ‘Bingo! Clark, I hope you are listening so you can get right on this.’ “It was a big unit, Commander. What makes you think I will be next?” “The only victims so far have been in this hospital, and there are only a few of you here now.” “Why are we being targeted?” “We don’t know, yet. I was hoping you could help us with that. Did you know any of the victims? Was there anything out of the ordinary that you can tell me about your time over there?” “No, nothing really. It was war, Commander. Who are the others?” “That I can’t tell you, to safeguard their privacy. But I can assure you that you and the others will receive protection until this person is caught.” “How do you plan to do that?” ‘Good question.’ “We’re investigating all angles.” Harm stood to leave. “Please let me know if you think of anything else.” “Certainly, Commander. Thank you.” She smiled at him as he left the room. ‘Thank you for giving me a little bit more to work with. You guys may be JAG lawyers, but Clark and I are Kerth award-winning investigative journalists, and we have some contacts you don’t.’ “Clark,” she whispered. “I hope you were listening. Contact Bobby and see what he can dig up. I wish there was someway you could let me know, but we can’t take the chance of blowing our covers. Good luck, honey. I love you.” ~~~ Clark smiled at Lois’s last words. He wished he could tell her he loved her, too. And to be careful. When he’d noticed Jeff escorting Lois out of the common room, he followed at a safe distance, and discovered a men’s room about half a hall away from where the lawyers were meeting with the patients and staff. It wasn’t as close as he wanted to be, but it was close enough that he could filter out all the other noises in the hospital and hear clearly what Lois was saying. Just hearing her voice made him realize how much he missed her already. The townhouse just hadn’t been the same, so he had made an extended patrol around Metropolis last night, not wanting to go back to that empty house and spend the evening alone. He hadn’t liked what he’d heard. She was now a potential target and he’d worry about her safety even more. Wonder if anyone would notice Superman flying even more patrols over the Veteran’s Hospital? But, he also knew his little tornado could take care of herself pretty well, and it was comforting to know the military would be looking out for her as well. Not that that would stop Lois from getting into trouble. Glancing at his watch, he noted he was due to get off work in about an hour. As soon as he was far enough away where he couldn’t be seen or heard, he’d contact Bobby. tbc __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 10:01:47 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Football players with glasses? Something popped into my mind as I was watching Michigan lose to Washington on Saturday afternoon. What did football players who wore glasses do before contacts became so widely available? I'm assuming they just wore the glasses under their helmets, otherwise, you'd essentially be unable to play if you didn't have near perfect vision. (Though the way they bash their helmets into each other to celebrate a good play makes me wonder if they wouldn't need special safety glasses that wouldn't get jarred into pieces.) Anyone have glasses-wearing brothers/husbands/friends who played football who would know? Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 11:32:55 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gerry Anklewicz Subject: Re: Unforeseen Consequences 5/? In-Reply-To: <3B9AEFFC.7469DC2F@earthlink.net> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Looks good to me, Nan. Flows nicely and the suspense is palpable. Juicy situation going on here. I do like the way you let us know that we may not know (or at least the US gov't may not know) the extent of Clark's powers. Looks like illness doesn't seem to affect your writing too much. Now that you are feeling better, I hope, you'll just be able to write more. Gerry ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 10:54:13 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: Football players with glasses? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'd guess they'd have a protective shield over the open part of their helmet. Some still do to protect their eyes (probably from flying flags!). Don't really know, but it sounds logical to me. CM On Mon, 10 Sep 2001 10:01:47 -0500 Kathy Brown writes: > Something popped into my mind as I was watching Michigan lose to > Washington > on Saturday afternoon. What did football players who wore > glasses do > before contacts became so widely available? I'm assuming they just > wore the > glasses under their helmets, otherwise, you'd essentially be unable > to play > if you didn't have near perfect vision. (Though the way they bash > their > helmets into each other to celebrate a good play makes me wonder if > they > wouldn't need special safety glasses that wouldn't get jarred into > pieces.) > > Anyone have glasses-wearing brothers/husbands/friends who played > football > who would know? > > Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 18:09:53 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Meredith Knight Subject: All Stirred Up, part 4/10? In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Oops, just realised I forgot to post to the list as well as the boards. Sorry... >From Chapter 2: As she switched on the laptop and waited for it to boot up, Lois heard the shower come on. It brought back the last time she had been in this apartment when Superman was in the shower. "Does the costume actually come off?" she had asked Clark, embarrassing both of them. Now her thoughts were once again assailed by images of Superman without the costume. "Concentrate on the story, Lois!" she admonished herself. "You have a deadline, remember?" ----->8-------------------------------------------------->8----- All Stirred Up Chapter 3 : Reflections Superman had a little difficulty extracting himself from the suit. He finally worked out that the cape was held on with velcro, and that there was a zip down the back of the body. The bold colours were even more conspicuous in normal lighting. He eyed the cape grimly; it was hardly fit to wear, but where and when was he going to be able to get another? Not that he was all that fond of capes, but the close-fitting suit seemed positively embarrassing without it. He tossed the cape into Clark's laundry hamper with the rest of the filthy garments, noting in passing that his taste in underwear seemed to coincide with Clark's, and turned his attention to the shower. The warm water sluicing over him removed the last of the grime, and relieved much of the tension in his neck and shoulders, but it did little for the confusion clouding his mind. He was starting to build up a picture of himself from what Lois had told him; but while the person who emerged seemed admirable, in a rather exaggerated, theatrical fashion, there didn't seem to be much about him to *like*. Moreover, he couldn't fathom the nature of his relationship with Lois. His feelings for her had seemed absolute and unshakeable at first. He frowned at that thought: no, his feelings still were absolute and unshakeable. But nothing that Lois had done or said seemed to provide any basis for those feelings. If he had known her for months, why hadn't he swept her off her feet long ago? Was she in love with someone else - Clark, perhaps? She wasn't wearing an engagement ring, and she didn't have a key to Clark's apartment; but she had turned to him naturally in a crisis. And she seemed to have few reservations about making use of his things. Though, to be sure, it would take a resolute man to stand up to Lois once she got the bit between her teeth. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself. He was relieved to find that the clothes he had picked at random fitted him comfortably. He wouldn't have to spend time searching for a better fit. He towelled his hair dry, and inspected himself critically in the mirror. Worried, dark brown eyes gazed back at him. Broad cheekbones and an olive complexion lent him a faintly exotic look. Dark, strongly- marked brows and a firm jaw gave him an air of decision. He had an unremarkable nose and a wide mouth, and - he checked briefly - good teeth. He reflected that the last characteristic probably came with the invulnerability. His hair was thick and dark, cut fairly long, and still wild from the towel. He ran his fingers through it to restore some order, and it parted naturally on the left side. A stray lock of hair insisted on falling forward over his right eyebrow. He picked up Clark's comb and combed his hair straight backwards, as Lois had directed him earlier. The resulting effect was clean-cut, but on the whole he thought he preferred the more natural style. He shrugged, and left the sanctuary of the bathroom. >From the bedroom, he could hear Lois typing rapidly at Clark's computer. Loath to disturb her, he stood looking about the room, wondering about its owner. The furnishings were simple, but the patterned fabrics and the bold colours on the walls bespoke a less than conventional personality. On an impulse, he picked up Clark's glasses and tried them on, studying the effect in the mirror in a corner of the room. He was a little surprised to note that he could see just as well with them as without; his eyes must be able to adjust automatically for the prescription lenses. More surprising still was the effect on his appearance. The glasses hid his eyebrows and diminished the breadth of his jaw, making him look less forceful, more approachable; almost a different person. The computer keyboard had fallen silent. Superman hastily removed the glasses and replaced them on the bedside table, then walked through to the living room. Lois was sitting at the dining table, a pencil clenched between her teeth, scowling at her computer screen. She ignored Superman's approach, and he continued examining his surroundings with interest. The room displayed the same blend of simplicity and individuality as Clark's bedroom and wardrobe. There were a number of ornaments from exotic locations - an wooden African spirit mask, a Maori greenstone tiki, a Bornean fertility statue. If Clark had collected them himself, he must be something of a traveller. He also had a small but comprehensive collection of books, ranging from A. A. Milne to John Steinbeck, and from Carl Jung to Stephen Hawking. Superman picked up the obviously long-treasured copy of "Now We Are Six", and opened it. The flyleaf was inscribed, "To Clark, who is as clever as clever. With love from Mom and Dad. February 1972." The next volume, Bill Bryson's "Mother Tongue", was simply marked "Clark Kent" in a firm script. As he replaced it, some foreign lettering caught his eye: Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet" was labelled in Arabic. He picked it up and read a few sentences at random, confirming that the entire volume was printed in Arabic. And if its well-thumbed condition was anything to go by, Clark had read it repeatedly. The same was true of the slim volume next to it: Miyamoto Musashi's "Book of Five Rings", printed in Kanji. In addition to being well-travelled and well-read, Clark was evidently impressively well-educated. Superman wondered briefly whether Clark had any weak points at all. a little voice in the back of his mind suggested. He frowned and dismissed the uncharitable thought. Lois had resumed typing. Superman crossed the room to stand behind her. It seemed entirely natural to bend down, resting a hand on the arm of her chair, and read what she had written. It was very good, he thought to himself, ignoring her slight stiffening. "Meteorite," he said, helpfully. "I beg your pardon?" Lois said, with a slightly acid edge. Superman pointed to the screen. "You called it - me - a meteor, but you said it had landed. Once it lands, it's called a meteorite." Lois seethed. Much as she disliked anyone reading her copy while it was still under construction, she had been prepared to make an exception for Superman; but this was the outside of enough. "Listen, Big Guy," she snapped, slamming the laptop screen down, "no one except Kent edits my copy - and even he takes his life in his hands!" She twisted in her chair to look him in the eye. "Why don't you leave the writing to the professionals, and do something more useful, like make a cup of tea?" As she paused to take a breath, Lois caught his newly-showered fragrance, and her heart skipped a beat. This was *Superman* standing behind her, his face only inches from hers. "That is, I assume you can make tea?" she finished, in distinctly breathless tones. Superman stood up and retreated a pace, jolted both by the unexpected rebuff and by Lois's lightning changes of mood. "I'm sorry," he said stiffly, his expression shuttered. "I think I can manage a simple task like that." As he turned and walked towards the stove, Lois closed her eyes and mentally shook herself. Something about Superman's expression was tugging at her memory. She let her mind drift back - yes, she had seen that set expression on his face once before. It had been shortly after he had arrived in Metropolis, and he had just come out of a building where a bomb had gone off. Minutes later, Lois and Clark had listened in mounting horror as the police explosives expert had informed them that the bomb had been a trap set for Superman. Lois opened the laptop again and looked briefly over her story. Yes, she had made the right decision. She quickly amended the word "meteor" to "meteorite", and glanced over at Superman to see whether he had noticed. He was crouched in front of Clark's kitchen cabinets, apparently searching for a kettle. Lois made a mental note to thank Clark for concealing it so well, because it was giving her a fabulous opportunity to admire the way Superman looked in civilian clothing, without being observed. The soft denim hugged his slim hips lovingly and the T-shirt, while not as tight as she would have expected, still displayed his broad shoulders and strong arms to admiration. She had to admit that the Man of Steel looked considerably less striking out of his Spandex, but he still cut an extremely attractive figure, worth a second look from any red-blooded woman. she mused dreamily. Superman finally located the kettle and stood up, crossing to the sink to fill it. Lois hastily withdrew her gaze and fixed her eyes on her computer, her cheeks rather pink. She forced herself to focus her mind on her article once more. Superman's hunt for mugs and tea leaves was a good deal shorter, but by the time the tea was ready, Lois was fully absorbed in her writing and barely accorded him a muttered "thank you" as he set the steaming mug down next to her. He hovered for a second and then went to sit down on the couch. He cupped his hands around his tea, and sipped it. He could feel the heat, but it didn't hurt him at all. He looked at Lois over the rim of the mug. Her pencil was tucked behind her ear now, and she was frowning at the screen in concentration. It seemed a familiar picture, but judging from Lois's irate response to his well-meaning interference, he didn't often get a chance to see her at work. Another mystery. It occurred to him that he was staring at her like a lovestruck teenager, and he switched the television on, turning the sound down to avoid disturbing Lois's concentration. A few minutes later Lois hit the "send" button and sat back in her chair, satisfied. She picked up the herb tea, no longer steaming but still pleasantly warm, and looked around for Superman. He was sitting in front of Clark's television set, watching a news special on the Nightfall Asteroid. He was wearing an expression of mild disgust, with a hint of embarrassment. Her curiosity piqued, she went to stand beside him. They were running the footage of his departure from EPRAD, and he was being shown talking to Lois. As she watched, her screen counterpart gripped Superman's arm and pressed a kiss on his reluctant lips. It was Lois's turn to look embarrassed. She took a sip of her tea, and grimaced. "This could do with some sweetener," she muttered. "I don't suppose Clark has anything but sugar." Superman looked up. "There's some honey," he offered, starting to get up. "It's okay, I'll get it. You carry on watching that - it might jog your memory." "It's in the left-hand cupboard, next to the stove," he said, as he subsided back onto the couch and returned his attention to the screen. Lois opened the cupboard and rummaged among the contents. Sure enough, at the back was a jar of liquid honey. She added a spoonful to her tea and returned to the computer. She plugged the modem in and connected it to the phone jack, then ran the application to dial up Clark's ISP. While the email was being transferred, she pulled up a browser window and pointed it to a search engine. Time to do a little medical research. Twenty minutes later, Lois had found enough material to go on with. She disconnected the computer, stood up and stretched. Superman was still watching the news special, which was concluding with archive footage of various Superman exploits from the previous year. He had the same mildly disgusted expression she had seen on his face earlier. As she went over to sit on the couch beside him, the news special ended and he switched the set off. "You seem less than delighted by your television coverage," remarked Lois, amused. "It's a bit disconcerting to discover that you're a media celebrity," he replied, slowly. "Especially one that comes across like a muscle-bound cartoon character." "What do you mean?" Lois asked, looking at him oddly. She was surprised to find that she felt slightly offended by the comment. "Well, take that appearance at EPRAD today," he said, gazing abstractedly at the blank television screen. "I can see what you meant about my gestures being 'for effect.' They all seem very theatrical, like my costume. And everything I said seems so... so totally unimaginative. It's as though I were playing a part." A horrid thought struck him, and he turned to look at her. "Lois, this is all off the record, isn't it?" She gaped at him, struck to the quick. "Of course it is, Superman! Are you implying that I'd take advantage of your weakness, just to... to print some nasty gutter-press gossip article?" Her eyes flashed fire. He closed his eyes and ran one finger up the bridge of his nose in a gesture that struck Lois as incongruous, and yet oddly familiar. "I'm sorry, Lois. I don't know what to think. This is all so confusing." He sighed, and met her eyes. "I don't even know what sort of a relationship we have. Are we... close?" Lois knew he was thinking about the kiss he had just seen broadcast on a national news network. For a wild moment she toyed with the idea of saying "Yes, we're very close indeed," and flinging herself into his arms. He would kiss her passionately, the way he had once before, and this time they would float off into the sunset together. Then her unruly imagination presented a different picture: Superman looking at her in disgust when he realised she had been less than honest, the way he sometimes looked at a criminal he had just apprehended. Superman never lied, and right now what he needed most from her was support and honesty. "No, we're not really close," she replied. Was that a glimmer of disappointment in his eyes? Surely not. "We're friends, I hope. You give me quite a few exclusives about your rescues, and you sometimes drop in at my apartment for a minute in the evening, when you're on patrol. You take me flying sometimes - I love that." She looked down at her hands. "You told me you loved me once, but that was only because you were under the influence of a love potion that a mad chemist was trying to spray all over Metropolis. You even kissed me." She swallowed, trying *not* to recall that kiss in too much detail just at the moment. "But you never mentioned it again, so it obviously wore off." She smiled brightly at him, trying not to look disappointed. "You've never told me very much about yourself, though. For all I know, you have a wife and five bouncing children." "No!" he exclaimed, startling her. "No, I'm not married," he repeated, less forcefully. The words, "I do love you, and I always will," hovered on the tip of his tongue, but doubts restrained him. Why had he never told her so before? He must have his reasons, and he needed to find out what they were before he said something he might have cause to regret. She was looking eagerly at him. When he didn't continue, she prompted him: "Are you starting to remember anything? Did the TV footage help?" He shook his head doubtfully. "Some of it sounded faintly familiar, as though it happened to someone else. It didn't seem like me. But I do know one or two things about myself, and I know I'm not married. I wish I could remember more about who I really am." Lois looked puzzled at this, but as she opened her mouth the phone began to ring. She grinned. "Excuse me. I think this is for me." She leaned over and picked up the phone. "Hello, Chief," she said. Perry's familiar Southern drawl responded. "You were expecting a call from your poor, long-suffering editor, then? Good, that'll make this easier. You know, Lois, I had Jimmy come in here an hour ago, walking on air because you and he got the scoop on Superman getting back safe from his mission today. He told me he left you with Superman at Clark's place, so naturally I assumed we were going to get the exclusive straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak. "Now, I've got your article right in front of me - and don't get me wrong, Lois, it's a very good article - but you know, when I look carefully I can't find a single detail in here that Jimmy didn't already tell me. So would you like to tell me what in the Sam Hill's going on?" "I didn't think it was going to fool you for long, Chief," she replied. "What Jimmy doesn't know is that Superman didn't get back entirely safely today. He doesn't seem to be hurt, but he's got amnesia. He can't remember anything about the mission today - or much of anything else, either." She looked at Superman, who was looking alarmed at her words, and mouthed "It's okay" at him. Perry was making concerned noises. "That sounds pretty bad. Has he seen a doctor?" he enquired. "No, he... doesn't want to. I doubt any doctor's going to be able to help much, anyway. There aren't any experts in Kryptonian physiology that I know of. I've just finished reading up on amnesia on the web, and it looks as if his memory ought to come back on its own. He just needs some rest and some time in familiar surroundings, doing familiar things." "That sounds more encouraging. So tell me, how much space should I be keeping in the afternoon edition for this story?" Lois bit her lip, and took a deep breath. "Chief, we can't print it," she said firmly. "Great shades of Elvis! Has my top investigative reporter gone soft?" asked Perry, with deceptive mildness. "We're talking Kerth material here, Lois!" "I know, Chief. The thing is... do you remember just after Superman arrived in Metropolis, someone was setting up tests and traps for him? And you remember all the trouble we had with Bureau 39? Jason Trask may be dead, but someone just the same will have taken his place. Once the criminals and the crazies know that Superman can be hurt, they're going to start going after him again. And even if they don't succeed, they don't care who they injure in the process. Superman risked everything for us today. I think he deserves a little protection in return!" she finished, defiantly. She met Superman's quizzical gaze, and blushed. There was a brief silence, then Perry chuckled. "Now that's something I never thought to hear - Lois Lane, hot-shot reporter, arguing herself out of a front-page story. Well, you've convinced me. I'll see you in the morning, then." "Wait, Chief... if Superman hasn't recovered his memory by tomorrow, I was wondering if I could take the day off -" "And spend it holding Superman's hand? Are you sure he wouldn't rather Clark played nursemaid? How is Clark, by the way?" "Well actually, Chief, we haven't seen Clark this evening. He seems to have gone out without his wallet or his keys, and we're a bit worried about him..." "Then how in tarnation did you get into his apartment? No, don't tell me, I don't want to know. Now listen, Lois, I don't want any argument. I can't afford to have both members of my best investigative team off duty at a time like this. EPRAD has announced a press conference at noon tomorrow, and I expect one of you to be covering it, even if you don't make it in to the office. Now, you do what you can for Superman, and give him my thanks and my best wishes." And Perry hung up. -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 17:26:38 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Adam Labotka Subject: Re: Football players with glasses? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed As someone who played football and wore glasses I can answer this ;). I had these special glasses made for it, they had a band around the head and were heavy duty to prevent breakage, though on occasion I wore my regular glasses with a strap to keep them on tight. >From: Kathy Brown >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: Football players with glasses? >Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 10:01:47 -0500 > >Something popped into my mind as I was watching Michigan lose to Washington > on Saturday afternoon. What did football players who wore glasses >do >before contacts became so widely available? I'm assuming they just wore >the >glasses under their helmets, otherwise, you'd essentially be unable to play >if you didn't have near perfect vision. (Though the way they bash their >helmets into each other to celebrate a good play makes me wonder if they >wouldn't need special safety glasses that wouldn't get jarred into >pieces.) > >Anyone have glasses-wearing brothers/husbands/friends who played football >who would know? > >Kathy _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 17:34:47 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" OK, this isn't exactly about fanfic, but I have to share. Has anyone else heard this song, "Superman (It's Not Easy)" by Five For Fighting? Does anyone else want to cry every time they hear it?? My God, what's happening to me ... I'm not even pregnant anymore! Was it written for the new Smallville series? Or for the never-happened Nicolas Cage movie? Or does the group just love Superman? Anyone know if there's a story behind this song? Kathy (who thinks she's been writing too many emotional fanfic scenes lately ... now I just need to hold onto this feeling so I can get into Lois's head for the next section. I seem to be able to get in Clark's head for angst with no problem, but Lois has been eluding me ...) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 17:38:27 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Football players with glasses? On Mon, 10 Sep 2001 17:26:38 +0000, Adam Labotka wrote: >As someone who played football and wore glasses I can answer this ;). I had >these special glasses made for it, they had a band around the head and were >heavy duty to prevent breakage, though on occasion I wore my regular glasses >with a strap to keep them on tight. Thanks, Adam! Imagine, getting an answer from personal knowledge; I hadn't dared to hope. :) And no, I don't have specific plans to work this into a fanfic, but I will definitely be keeping it in the "percolate" section of my brain ... :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 16:36:19 -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: STORY: Code of Honor (8/9) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii TITLE: Code of Honor PART: (8/9) AUTHOR: D. Field RATING: PG13 FEEDBACK: Comments welcome PUB/PRIV. Editing PRIV. SUMMARY: LnC/JAG crossover – Lois and Clark find themselves assigned to the same case as Mac and Harm. >From Part 7: More clues are gathered, but will they be in time to stop another murder? Part 8 ~~~ Several hours later, the phone in the living room of the Kent brownstone rang. “Hello,” Clark answered, keeping a surreptitious eye on the dinner he had going in the kitchen. “Clark. You’re gonna owe me that buffet at the Peking Palace yet.” Clark couldn’t help but laugh. Bobby had come through for them again. “What’cha got, Bobby?” “Not much yet, but I’m still asking around. I did want to let you know that I may have discovered the how. There’s a new drug making the rounds – cetabarbital. Rather nasty and untraceable. I’ll get back to you when I have more.” “Thanks, Bobby.” Somehow he had to warn Lois. ~~~ 2230 Zulu Veterans Administration Medical Center Cafeteria Metropolis, New Troy “Cetabarbital,” Bud blurted out as he joined the Colonel and Commander for dinner. “Gesundheit!” Mac teased. Harm laughed at his young friend’s enthusiasm. “No, ma’am,” Bud smiled. “Cetabarbital is the substance the pathologist found in Fitzpatrick’s system. In small doses it can incapacitate the victim for up to twelve hours and it is completely out of the system after twenty-four hours. It’s a new experimental anesthesia. Unfortunately, this population is used a lot to test new drugs.” “How was he able to detect it after this long?” Sarah asked. “He’d already isolated the compound and had it on his computer searching for a match when he noticed it degrading in Fitzpatrick over several hours. Adding that property narrowed the search and he was able to identify it.” “Why wasn’t it found in the other victims?” Harm inquired. “Dr. Patterson guessed that it had to do with the period of time elapsed from injection to when the victims were found, and that the Petty Officer was a much larger man than the others and so needed a much larger dosage to knock him out.” “That explains why the killer had to put Fitzpatrick in the lake and not just leave him on the grounds like the others,” Harm added. “With the increased attention to these deaths, he couldn’t take that chance. Good work, Bud. We have the how. Now if we can just get the who before there’s another victim.” ~~~ Harm compiled his case notes for the day, hoping to find something to focus his attention on next. He looked over his interviews and the files of the two patients. Something wasn’t quite right about one of them, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Yet. ~~~ Lois glanced at clock on the bedside table. 10:55. The staff had come through for bed check about an hour ago at lights out and she knew they’d check periodically throughout the night. Maybe she had enough time to sneak over to the psychiatrist’s office and snoop around. At least she had something more to go on now. Exiting her room cautiously, she looked in both directions down the hallway. All clear. Moving as quietly as she could, she headed for the stairwell at the end of the hall, constantly listening for any sounds. Reaching the exit, she carefully pushed it open, wincing at the squeaking noise it made. Slipping on the other side, she eased the door closed, then listened again for any sounds or signs that she had been heard. Nothing. She lightly jogged the few flights to the first floor. Here she was faced with two options. To her left was the door that led outside. While the outdoors would give her plenty of places to hide, there was the possibility she’d get trapped out there like the others. Though she felt sure she would fair better than they had, she still didn’t relish the idea of spending the night outside. The other option was the tunnel system that connected the buildings so patients and staff could move about in rainy and cold weather in relative comfort. There weren’t as many places to hide if she were seen, but it was preferable to the alternative. Taking off down the tunnel, Lois stayed as close to the walls and in the shadows as she could. The lighting was minimal at this time of night, giving her plenty of cover. Hearing strained, she kept watch ahead, listening for any sounds. She could hear her own footsteps echoing in silent darkness. As she neared the office area, the echo changed. Was that another set of footsteps, or just the different building? She took a few more steps. No, those definitely sounded too different to be the change in building structure. Someone else was in the tunnel with her. ~~~ Sarah couldn’t sleep. She was still haunted by last night’s dream. Now wasn’t the time to have that distracting her from her work. What she needed was to put those feelings aside and concentrate on this investigation. Then, when it was over, and she was back in Mic’s arms, she could put this all into perspective. Or could she? Did she want to? Shaking her head to clear that thought, she decided that a walk in the fresh night air would be just the thing to help her sleep. ~~~ Lois hurried the rest of the way to the office. Trying the knob, she wasn’t surprised to find it locked. Extracting her pick, she made swift work of the lock then quickly stepped through the door, closing it quietly behind her. Pulling out her penlight, she began to search through files, wanting to get out of the enclosed space as soon as she could before she was trapped by whoever had been following her. Maybe she could find a clue as to who he was before he found her, so she would be better prepared to face him. ~~~ Sarah strolled the grounds outside the main office building. It was such a nice night out. It was unfortunate for those men that they had not been trapped out here on a night like this. They probably would have survived until morning. A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. There it was again. A very faint glow coming from one of the offices. She knew she shouldn’t go in alone, but she didn’t have time to call Harm or Bud to back her up. The intruder might get away. Pulling out the master key Dr. Johns had given them to use during their investigation, she opened the door and entered the building. The light had come from the third floor in about the middle of the building. Taking the stairs at a run, Mac slowed when she reached the third floor stairwell. Opening the door slowly so as not to alert whoever was there, she made her way down the hall to the room. Occasional glimpses of the small light were now detectable under the door as the trespasser shown the light around, obviously looking for something. The name on the door didn’t really surprise her. Dr. Christoph was the psychiatrist who oversaw all the cases at the VA, and somehow she’d known this was related to the murders. Drawing her gun, she slowly opened the door, pointing her weapon as she commanded, “Hold it right there!” ~~~ Harm hadn’t been able to sleep. He couldn’t stop playing over and over in his mind what he and Sarah had said to each other at her engagement party. He’d had to tell her he was in love with her. Didn’t he? Didn’t she have a right to know before she married someone else? They’d avoided confronting their feelings for so long. Maybe it should have stayed that way. He didn’t know. But he did know that at that moment he’d had to tell her. This wasn’t helping him sleep, or get Sarah out of his mind. Maybe a walk would help. The fresh air might help him focus on the job at hand. ~~~ Lois dropped her penlight at the unexpected sound, shielding her eyes from the light Sarah now shown in her eyes. “Petty Officer White! What are you doing in here?” Sarah recognized the redhead from the picture in her file. Lois could barely make out the features of the female JAG lawyer behind the light. Could this have been who was following her? Somehow she doubted that. But she could use that now to her advantage. “I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk through the tunnels. There was someone else there. At first, I thought it might be another patient taking a walk, but they wouldn’t respond to my calls, and I got scared and came in here to hide.” Okay, so she changed a few details, but hopefully that would get her out of this with her cover intact. She’d just hoped she’d sounded convincing enough. Sarah lowered her light when she realized there was no danger. She wasn’t totally convinced that Petty Officer White was telling her the truth. Why this office? There were certainly closer ones. But there was nothing obviously out of place, not enough that she could hold the other woman. She hadn’t caught her in the act of doing anything other than being in the wrong place. Sarah decided that at this point she’d keep a closer eye on this one, and have Bud run a check on her. “Would you like me to walk you back to your room?” “No, thank you. He’s probably gone by now. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Sarah stepped aside, motioning that she would follow Lois out of the room. As she walked past, Lois mentally kicked herself for getting careless, and caught, before she could find anything useful. In a way, she hoped the guy was still in the tunnels, waiting for her. If he was, maybe she could get some answers from him. ~~~ Sarah exited the building to nearly run head first into her partner. After watching the Petty Officer long enough to ensure that she’d head back to her room, Sarah’d returned to the office to see if she could determine why the redhead had come in here, and to make sure she didn’t return. After about half an hour of finding no clues, or the other’s return, she’d locked the door again and left. “Harm! What are you doing out here at this time of night?” “I guess neither of us could sleep. I thought the air might help me get a focus on this.” “Well, I just … “ Sarah was interrupted by a scream piercing the night. tbc __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 18:47:31 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Sister Switch, 2a/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey everybody! Just wanted to put out a little warning - this is a soulmates tale - Leah and Cal - from around the time of the American Revolution. And for future reference - the Lois and Clark of this story come from my "Superman's Shower" rather than series continuity, but not much else has changed (it was set right before their real first date on the series). The whole non-wedding Arc and Nk arc and all that still happened at the same time and so on and this is about a year after they get married for real. That said... A little unsure about this - never written a soulmates tale before. Comments appreciated! (And there's no more Herb for a while!) CM ***** >From part 1 Clark sighed as he exchanged a look with Lois. "So what do we have to do this time? Reverse another spell?" "No. In this particular incarnation, over 200 years ago, you were to marry Lois' sister. She ran out on you before the wedding and her father gave you Lois to marry instead. Unfortunately, my soul tracker went a bit, ah, wacky on me and I stopped her sister from leaving. You married her instead. Her name is Lara and that is part of the reason for the confusion. Clark, you've switched sisters." Lois rolled her eyes. "Right." "I'm quite serious, Miss Lane, and that is why everything has changed. In order to fix things, I need to take the two of you back with me. Clark, you are Caleb, or Cal, an early newspaper reporter, with a secret identity, of course, but I am not certain what it is. And Lois, you are Leah, younger sister of Lara. The big catch here is that neither one of you will remember any of this like you did last time. It will be as though you had been there forever, until you fall in love. I don't know how long that will take, for you are not in love when you marry. Once you fall in love, you can come back and things will be as you remembered them yesterday. I can't make you go with me, but it is the only way to fix this. Will you come?" Lois and Clark looked at each other. It didn't seem that they had any other choice. ***** Part 2 Leah Lincoln looked around at her surroundings. This was her home, she knew that, but things seemed unfamiliar at the same time. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something just wasn't quite right. She stood by the well at the back of the family home in New England, watching the stars emerge one by one. She tried to shake off the weird feeling, and concentrate on tomorrow and the next day. Tomorrow was a big day for her and her family, but the day after even more so. Lara was getting married. To Cal Kent, one of the most eligible bachelors in the colonies. She had on a new dress, made by the seamstress in town, just for her. It was one of only two new things that she had had in the last year. That's how long they had been getting ready for the big day. And that's how it should be. Lara was the one getting married. She needed, and deserved, the new things. Mr. Kent would be here tomorrow night and then everything would be ready. There was no way that her mother would be caught unprepared. Except for the lack of a bridegroom, Elizabeth Lincoln could pull off the wedding in just a few hours - long enough for everyone to dress and for the guests to arrive. She dreamed of what it would be like when it was her turn. When all of the preparations were for her. If this was to be her wedding she would not have gone with her friends for a last ride like Lara had done that evening. She would be here, waiting for her bridegroom to arrive, hoping that he would come a day early because he couldn't be without her any longer. And so she wasn’t surprised when a pair of strong arms circled her waist and a voice whispered huskily in her ear. "My love. Somehow I knew I would find you here, waiting for me." She leaned back into the strong chest that belonged in her fantasy. There was a gentle kiss against her hair. "I cannot wait for the day when you are my wife." The arms tightened and Leah realized that this wasn't a daydream. She jumped away. "No." She turned. "It is not Lara, only I, Leah." She couldn’t bring herself to look Cal in the face. She had intruded in what should have been a private moment between the betrothed couple. "Leah? You have grown since the last time I saw you. You have become a beautiful young woman. Soon it will be you getting married and whoever he is will be a lucky man." Leah blushed. "Thank you." She still couldn't look him in the eyes, especially after a compliment like that. "And where is my enchanting bride-to-be?" "She has gone with friends for the evening. She was not expecting you until tomorrow." "And so that is when I was to have arrived, but I could wait no longer to see my lovely bride." "My father is inside. And mother is ready for everything. Your room is made up and ready for you. Shall I show you in?" Cal nodded. The two walked in silence to the house a few yards away. Leah showed him into the homey kitchen. "Mother, Father, Mr. Kent has arrived." The elder Lincolns looked up from their handiwork. Samuel Lincoln, a distinguished looking man, had been reading a colonial newspaper. Elizabeth Lincoln had been stitching a Bible verse on a pillow to give to her daughter for her new home. Samuel stood and walked across the room. "Cal, I am glad you are here. Please, come in." Elizabeth smiled to herself. The groom had arrived a day early and he would not find her unprepared. Everything was as ready as it could be. If needed the wedding could begin at any moment. When Leah saw that her father and Mr. Kent were deep in discussion over the possible uprising of the colonies against England, she left the kitchen and went into the front room. She hoped that she would be able to talk to her sister before she went upstairs. Another hour passed and the members of the household began to turn in. At last even Mr. Kent could wait no longer. His long journey had tired him and he was ready to retire. Leah continued to wait for a short time longer, but when she started to nod off, she decided that it was time for her to go to bed as well. Her sister would just have to deal with the surprise on her own in the morning. ***** Cal lay down wearily on the bed in one of the guest rooms. It had been a long day, but as tired as he was, he was also filled with anticipation. In two days he would be married to his Lara and they would begin their lives together as husband and wife. He was somewhat distraught by his reaction earlier in the evening. He had been so sure that it was Lara waiting for him next to the well. When he had put his arms around her, it had felt so *right*. And he hadn't been as upset as he should have been when he discovered it was Leah instead. There was something wrong with him. He had come looking for his bride and when he found her sister instead, he hadn't really been disappointed. He frowned. It didn't matter. He was marrying Lara the day after next and that was all that really mattered. ***** In her dreams that night, Cal had come for her, Leah, instead of Lara. Something about the way he had held her for that brief moment had felt so right. In so many ways she wished that Cal was hers, but she knew that it would be some time before she had a man who wanted to marry her and take her to his home. ***** The weather took a turn for the worse the next day. It was that time of year, but it had been unseasonably warm the last few weeks. As the household awoke, they noticed the chill in the air. Each of the people staying in the Lincoln household had a different feeling about the changing temperatures. Elizabeth was glad that everything was ready and there would be no delay because of the weather, even if there were fewer guests. Samuel worried that there would be something that would go wrong, a blizzard perhaps, to take the wedding off track. Cal's thoughts went along the same lines as his father-in-law though he also worried that he and his new bride would not make it to his home several hours away after their wedding the next day. Lara worried that her plans for the evening would go awry if the weather took another turn. Leah embraced the change, hoping - for her sister's sake - for a dusting of snow to cover the brown ground and make things a little more beautiful. And the younger Lincoln siblings hoped for a big snow so they could play. ***** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 18:48:01 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Sister Switch, 2b/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Leah knocked quietly on her sister's door. "Lara, please let me in." "What?" Leah entered the room to see her sister putting the finished touches on her ensemble. "There's something you should know." "What?" Lara loved her little sister, but honestly, she could be so annoying. "Mr. Kent is here." Lara turned and stared at her sister. "You know it's not nice to tease." "I'm not. He arrived last night while you were out. You should have been here." Her tone was almost accusatory. "Oh, silly. If I had been here waiting for him, he would think that I had nothing better to do with my life. And I *do* have other interests besides Cal, you know." Leah knew when she should keep her mouth shut and this was one of those times, so she kept her piece and said simply, "I just thought you should know." Then she left. Lara sat contemplating her next move. So Cal had come early. How would she play this? It could complicate things later this evening as he wasn't supposed to arrive until late, but she would find a way. As for this morning, she would be surprised when she saw him, that much was obvious. If her parents were around, she would start to throw herself into his arms, but restrain herself in front of them. If they weren't around, she would throw her arms around him as though she would never let go. He wouldn't be suspicious of anything. Not if she could help it. ***** Leah was sitting at the breakfast table when she heard her sister descending the stairs. She was somewhat surprised to hear Lara humming a pretty little tune. She was never cheerful in the morning. She must be happy that Cal was here, Leah decided. She watched as Lara's eyes lit up in surprise when she realized Cal was there. Leah didn't understand - Lara had known Cal was here. Breakfast was a joyous affair, even though the threat of winter weather still hung outside. All was ready and the wedding would go off without a hitch. The rest of the day was spent putting finishing touches on wedding plans. Hanging out clothes to make certain there were no wrinkles, final preparations for the wedding breakfast and the noonday meal that would be served at the church following the ceremony, finishing the flower arrangements with the flowers that had arrived at the milliner's shop the day before and so on. Leah had a hard time not daydreaming of her own wedding day. Her mother had caught her staring at the wall. She had smiled kindly and remarked that Leah's day would come soon enough. Leah would blush and turn back to whatever task was at hand, determined not to relive the short scene from the night before in her mind. Dinner that evening was a quiet affair as each one contemplated the next day and all that it would entail. It was early when each of the family members turned in, knowing that they would have to be up earlier than usual the next morning to prepare. Leah's dreams were filled of handsome bridegrooms with dark hair falling onto their foreheads and eyes of the deepest chocolate. Each of the men was remarkably similar, though the clothing of each was considerably different. Most wore costumes like she had never seen, but somehow she knew that this was her soul mate, the man she would spend her life with. She woke with a start when she realized that each of the men in her dream was none other than Cal, her sister's intended. When she woke, it was time for her to begin getting ready anyway, so she rose and began to make ready for the busy day ahead. She looked out her window and smiled at the gently falling snow that would turn the day into a winter wonderland. ***** Cal's dreams had been troublesome as well. He dreamed of the times that he had seen Lara over the two years he had known her, but each time her face morphed into a hideous sneer and then again into the sweet face of Leah. He didn't understand the odd connection he felt to his soon to be sister-in-law and he wasn't sure it was healthy. He tossed and turned most of the night and didn't feel rested when a knock on his door told him it was time to get up. ***** The entire family was seated around the breakfast table waiting for the bride to come so they could begin the meal. Elizabeth was starting to be a bit perturbed with her eldest daughter. If they didn't get started, they would be running late and tardiness was one thing that neither Lincoln parent would tolerate. Finally, Leah was sent to look for her sister. There was no answer to her knock, and when Leah opened the door something was wrong. The bed hadn't been slept in and the dress that Lara had worn the night before was strewn carelessly on the floor. She looked around for another moment before she spotted two pieces of paper lying on the bed cover. When she investigated, she discovered that one was addressed to her father and the other to Cal. She snatched them up and hurried back downstairs. She motioned to her father from behind a door leading into the dining room. It appeared the family had decided to begin eating without waiting for the bride, so Samuel wiped his mouth on his napkin and excused himself. "Yes, Leah?" "I found these, Father, on Lara's bed. She's not in her room and her bed is made." Samuel frowned and opened the paper. Father - I know you will not understand, but I don't love Cal. I love Langston Lenox and we will be married by the time you read this. My new address in Boston is attached to the end of the trunks of my things. Please send them as soon as possible. I know you only want me to be happy and that you will do as I ask. Lovingly, Lara He balled the paper in his clenched fist. After all he had done for her, she had run off with that scalawag. He wasn't half the man that Cal was and Samuel thought he had run Langston out of his daughter's life months ago, shortly after her engagement to Cal was announced. "Elizabeth, Cal, could you come here please?" The two being summoned exchanged a look and stood up. Cal was the first to talk. "Yes, sir?" Silently, Samuel nodded to Leah who handed Cal the note bearing his name. He looked at her, asking with his eyes and receiving the unwelcome answer in unspoken communication. Leah watched sympathetically as Cal read the short note and his face turned the color of the freshly fallen snow outside. He reached to steady himself on a nearby end table, but was unable to remain upright and so collapsed onto the couch. Samuel and Elizabeth finished their muted conversation and turned to the young man. "Cal," Samuel began, "I cannot begin to apologize enough for my *daughter*. If I had a dozen others, I would give your choice of any one of them in marriage, if you would have one. I have but one daughter who is of age to marry. If you will have her, she is yours. If you never want to see any of my family again, I would not hold it against you, but the offer stands." Cal nodded. As unwelcome the thought of marrying anyone besides Lara was, he couldn’t bear the thought of arriving home without a bride. "It is acceptable to me, if it is acceptable to Miss Lincoln." Samuel turned to his younger daughter. "Leah?" Leah looked at the floor, unwilling to meet anyone's eyes. "If Mr. Kent will have me, I will go." Samuel nodded his agreement. He took Leah's hand and placed it in the hand of Cal, sealing the arrangement. Elizabeth's mouth tightened. She didn't like the sudden change in plans or the idea of switching one sister from another, but she would carry it off so that no one would be the wiser until it was too late. But the decision was out of her hands and she would make the best of it. "Now, Leah, we must see if any of your things will work for a wedding dress and going away things." "Nonsense," Samuel said. "There are plenty of fine wedding things that have been prepared. They will not leave this house to Lara. From now on, she is no daughter of mine and no item or money will ever find it's way from this house to hers. She has made her bed, now let her lie in it. They are near enough of a size that her things will now be Leah's." And with that he turned and went back to his breakfast, satisfied that his wife and daughter could handle things from there. Leah felt her hand slip from Cal's as he moved his hands to his head, the picture of dejection. She let herself be led upstairs to begin preparation. ***** Outside, the snow began again, this time in earnest, ensuring that there would be at least some minor snags in this most important of days. ***** TBC ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 19:57:47 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Demi Subject: Re: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed Kathy, I believe that song is from the "Dawson's Creek" soundtrack. It is a very beautiful piece, I agree. Demi At 05:34 PM 10/09/2001 -0500, you wrote: >OK, this isn't exactly about fanfic, but I have to share. > >Has anyone else heard this song, "Superman (It's Not Easy)" by Five For >Fighting? Does anyone else want to cry every time they hear it?? My God, >what's happening to me ... I'm not even pregnant anymore! > >Was it written for the new Smallville series? Or for the never-happened >Nicolas Cage movie? Or does the group just love Superman? Anyone know if >there's a story behind this song? > >Kathy (who thinks she's been writing too many emotional fanfic scenes lately >... now I just need to hold onto this feeling so I can get into Lois's head >for the next section. I seem to be able to get in Clark's head for angst >with no problem, but Lois has been eluding me ...) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 19:57:41 -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: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Has anyone else heard this song, "Superman (It's Not Easy)" by Five For >Fighting? Does anyone else want to cry every time they hear it?? My God, >what's happening to me ... I'm not even pregnant anymore! Don't worry, Kathy, it makes me sad, too. It's a beautiful song but it's so lonely! It'd be great for some really emotional fic. I downloaded it yesterday, as a matter of fact, so if someone wants it I could email it to you (but it's a pretty large file, at 5.14 MB). >Was it written for the new Smallville series? Or for the never-happened >Nicolas Cage movie? Or does the group just love Superman? Anyone know if >there's a story behind this song? >From what I can tell, it wasn't written for anything in particular. It was played on the teenager soap Dawson's Creek and can be found on the soundtrack, but I don't think it was specifically written for that either. Kaylle ps. I did find the words, though: I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me I'm more than a bird; I'm more than a plane More than some pretty face beside a train It's not easy to be me Wish that I could cry Fall upon my knees Find a way to lie About a home I'll never see It may sound absurd but don't be naive Even heroes have the right to bleed I may be disturbed but won't you conceed Even heroes have the right to dream And it's not easy to be me Up, up and away, away from me Well, it's all right You can all sleep sound tonight I'm not crazy or anything I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive Men weren't meant to ride With clouds between their knees I'm only a man in a silly red sheet Digging for Kryptonite on this one-way street Only a man in a funny red sheet Looking for special things inside of me Inside of me, inside of me, inside of me, inside of me I'm only a man in a funny red sheet I'm only a man looking for a dream I'm only a man in a funny red sheet And it's not easy It's not easy to be me * * * * Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic without looking to see if the seeds move. ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 12:51:00 +0930 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jill Kaye Subject: Re: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >OK, this isn't exactly about fanfic, but I have to share. > >Has anyone else heard this song, "Superman (It's Not Easy)" by Five For >Fighting? Does anyone else want to cry every time they hear it?? My God, >what's happening to me ... I'm not even pregnant anymore! > >Was it written for the new Smallville series? Or for the never-happened >Nicolas Cage movie? Or does the group just love Superman? Anyone know if >there's a story behind this song? > >Kathy (who thinks she's been writing too many emotional fanfic scenes lately >... now I just need to hold onto this feeling so I can get into Lois's head >for the next section. I seem to be able to get in Clark's head for angst >with no problem, but Lois has been eluding me ...) I love this song! I have no idea why it was written, though. ~Larissa~ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 01:58:26 -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: Date/time mixups on Zoom's board? In-Reply-To: <20010910.184812.-147527.8.cmoncado@juno.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Is anyone having trouble navigating Zoom's boards tonight? The dates and times seem to be off, and therefore the posts are all out of order (because they're usually sorted by date). To use the comments for Pam's Hearts Divided 19 as an example, you can see that the dates for some of the posts are wrong. She started this folder around 9 am this morning (September 10th), but several of the later posts (Carol, Merry, and Pam's second post) list the date as September 9th. Am I the only one having problems? * * * * Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic without looking to see if the seeds move. ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 01:59:22 -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: Date/time mixups on Zoom's board? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Oops, forgot to sign that one. Sorry! Kaylle >Is anyone having trouble navigating Zoom's boards tonight? The dates and times seem to be off, and therefore the posts are all out of order (because they're usually sorted by date). > >To use the comments for Pam's Hearts Divided 19 as an example, you can see that the dates for some of the posts are wrong. She started this folder around 9 am this morning (September 10th), but several of the later posts (Carol, Merry, and Pam's second post) list the date as September 9th. > >Am I the only one having problems? * * * * Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic without looking to see if the seeds move. ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 03:38:09 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: Universal Union 3, Thanks & apology MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi, Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone who posted such lovel= y comments here on the mbs and the list. I'm glad that you felt that= the long absence was worth the wait. I coulnd't believe how insecu= re I felt about getting back to writing. I know that I normally rea= d over new sections a couple of times and always once out loud... my= husband comes in very handy for that, and I do feel that it helps= to actually hear the story, especially the dialogue. This last post, however, I must have reread and tweaked so many times. However, I'm sure you're not really interested to learn all that. Now for my apology... I doubt if I will manage to post th= is week, or not until the weekend. Last Thursday I had a phonecall fr= om the A&E dept of our local hospital to say that my mother had had a nasty fall, due to massive roadworks near her home. No broken bones, thankfully, but she's covered in cuts and bruises,= especially her face and arm -- she needed stitches in both her forehead and her hand. Also, at the age of eighty-five, such a fall is= a great shock to her system. They didn't keep her in but sent her= home with pain medication and instructions that someone stay with her for 48 hours. = Now my other sister is abroad on holiday, so that left ju= st me and, as I look after my husband who is an invalid, all I could= do was spend my time going back and forward between houses. Thankfully, my niece and nephew helped out at the weekend which left = me with a little free time. I actually managed to write something on Sunday, but not enough for posting. I will now finish my ramble and go try to write some more= . I hope you'll all forgive me for the delay. Yours Jenni = ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:15:37 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: NEW: Imbalance Part 27 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII [Last time, Trask and his men were thoroughly routed by a classic Lane & Kent one-two combination, and departed with their tails between their legs like the unhappy rats that they were. Clark was planning to sneak out and follow them back to their rat-hole... but it seems that there's this *little* snag... Now read on:] ***** The best-laid plans of mice and men -- or, in this case, reporters -- have a tendency to fall afoul of outside factors, and so it proved to be. Clark was still making his way through the crowd towards the storeroom when the elevator that Trask had disdained, arrived and disgorged a coterie of company lawyers and, at their head, an angry-looking Franklin Stern. "*What* is going on here?" Stern shouted, scanning the room for intruders, and not finding any. His eyes found Perry White, who was staring across the newsroom at something, and looking decidedly annoyed -- but at what, he couldn't tell. "Perry!" Stern called, muting his earlier irate bellow to a softer, but no less commanding, call. "I got a call saying there were phoney Federal agents down here trying to subpoena Ms Lane and Mr Kent. Where are they?" Perry raised one arm in a dismissive gesture towards the stairwell. "You just missed 'em. Lois recognised their boss as a crook, and we called you and the cops. When they saw we weren't gonna play ball without getting proof that they were legit, they chickened out and left." Stern harrumphed at that, managing to convey approval and displeasure at the same time. "Are you certain that they were fakes?" "If they weren't, why did they run off with their tails between their legs? We didn't refuse to co-operate -- unless you count Clark doin' a judo throw on their boss in self-defence; we just wanted confirmation that their warrant was real, but they up an' left before anyone else could join the party." Stern frowned thoughtfully. "I think we'd better go over this. Have you got the warrant?" "Lois had it, last I saw." The editor looked around, and found her. "You still got that piece of junk, darlin'?" She had, so she walked over and handed it to Stern. "Thank you, Ms Lane. Now, I think you, Perry and Mr Kent had better join me in the conference room while we try to work out just what happened here this morning -- and what the ramifications might be." Stern strode towards the conference room, and Perry followed. Lois quickly looked for Clark and, to her dismay, found him; he hadn't quite been able to get away from the newsroom to change. Perry spotted him, too, and yelled, "Kent! Forget about those nuts and get in here! You too, Lois!" Lois saw Clark wince, and knew why, but what could they do? Their boss -- and *his* boss -- commanded their presence in the conference room, and there was no way, short of revealing Clark's secret, that they could be convinced to allow him to skip the meeting in order to follow Trask. Without knowing of his dual identity, they probably wouldn't think it possible that he *could* track that bunch. She saw him mutter something under his breath before accepting the inevitable and walking over to join her. She had no super-hearing, but she could guess what he'd said; Perry had had the right word. '*Nuts!*' ***** Before Stern's meeting in the conference room could take place, there was the small matter of the police to deal with. The uniformed cops who arrived shortly thereafter were, at first, annoyed to find that they'd been called out on a wild goose chase, but were mollified by Perry's thanking them for coming and saying that, whoever the intruders were (and he stressed that the men were armed, so he'd *had* to call the police), he was certain that it was knowing that the MPD was on its way that made them leave -- which was more true than he realised. Various newsroom staffers backed their editor up, and the cops began to take notes as the story of the morning's events came out. Some of the Planet's lawyers kept poking their noses in when Lois and Clark were asked about the scuffles they'd had with the interlopers, but they relaxed when the police said that there was no question of charges being laid under the circumstances. The cops were more interested in what Trask and his men been after, but all Lois and Clark could do was profess their ignorance, other than that the visitors seemed to want to find out what the reporters knew about something -- but Trask hadn't said what it was! The cops were interested in Lois' identification of Trask and his connection with Luthor, but they said they'd have to take that up with the big-wigs at Headquarters. Lois promised to come down and make a statement if needed, as did Clark, and that seemed to satisfy everyone. Once the police had gone their way, Lois, Clark and Perry joined Stern and the lawyers in the conference room. What followed was both gratifying and unsatisfactory for all concerned. Mr Stern, despite the occasional fluttering from one or other of the people from Legal, approved of Perry's reaction to the invasion of his newsroom and accosting of his staff. The Daily Planet, as befitted a responsible newspaper, would always co-operate with genuine law enforcement agencies (while closely guarding its constitutional freedom and rights), but it also had a responsibility to protect its staff -- although, Stern said, he was pleased to know that they were willing and able to protect themselves, if need be. He leant over and whispered to Perry that, from what he'd heard, he was sorry to have missed seeing Kent in action; the editor grinned and rolled his eyes. Trask's warrant, which Perry had carefully hidden from the police, was examined thoroughly by the legal staff and pronounced as dubious, at best. In particular, one guy from Legal, part of whose job it was to keep track of members of the judiciary, both local and Federal, who might issue warrants like this, didn't recognise the name of the judge who supposedly had issued it -- not that the name was easy to decipher in the first place; there were quite a few mutters about how only doctors were supposed to have handwriting *that* bad... Clark added to the doubt cast on the warrant after holding it up to the slight and squinting at it over the top of his glasses -- or so everyone but Lois thought. He put it back on the table and asked if there was a *genuine* warrant of this type, or some equivalent document, available for comparison. "Why do you want one, Mr Kent?" Stern asked. Lois and Perry didn't say anything, but Clark knew they were equally interested. "Because there's something not quite right about this -- quite apart from its source and what it says. I've seen Federal documents before..." 'Although not here...' "...and, to the best of my memory, the paper is wrong -- different rag count -- and I have my doubts about the notarisation as well. If I'm right, this is a fake -- a good one, but fake nonetheless." One of the attorneys asked to see the warrant again, and repeated Clark's earlier examination -- but without the super-vision. "I think he's right, sir," was the eventual pronouncement. "I'd need to confirm it to be sure, but this paper doesn't feel right..." Only Clark caught the muttered comment as the man put the warrant back on the table: "Damn! How did we miss *that?*" Not wanting to involve anyone else in this, Stern dispatched another of the lawyers (who looked disgusted at being given such a menial task) to find a genuine Federal document. When he returned, the final nail was driven into the coffin of the "warrant"; it was, as Perry put it, "phonier'n a three-dollar bill with John Lennon's picture on it!" With that settled, the lawyers were dismissed, for what was to come was not something that any of the four major participants particularly wanted to discuss with other ears listening in. Who *was* this Jason Trask, what did he want to know, and why did he think that Lois and Clark could tell him? Lois was able to provide a certain amount of information in answer to the first question, but the other two were mysteries. Lois mused aloud that maybe they should have given Trask a little more rope to hang himself with before throwing him out. Perry reminded her that she'd felt differently at the time, especially when Trask's thugs had been manhandling her. "...and then Clark stepped in, and the whole shootin' match went to Hell and back!" He quickly turned to see Clark regarding him quizzically. "Not that I'm complainin', son," he reassured the younger man, "You did the right thing -- but everything happened so fast that we never did find out what that nut wanted!" "That was probably a good thing," Stern remarked, "And I'm not sure that we want to find out." The three journalists stared at him, incredulous, before simultaneously bursting into questions (Clark) and angry rebuttals (Lois and Perry), but he over-rode their protests. "These men forced their way into the newsroom, and they were armed! Do you want them to come back and kidnap you two--" He pointed at Lois and Clark. "--at gun-point? Because, from everything I've heard about them, that's what we can expect unless we do something about it!" That made the protestors pause -- especially Lois, who had picked up on Stern's final words and had caught the scent of something in them. She smiled; just maybe, their publisher was more than a mere "suit." "What did you have in mind, Mr Stern?" she asked -- or was that *purred*? Clark looked at her in astonishment, but Perry recognised the tone -- one that, on the rare occasions Lois used it, promised scoops, and big ones at that, not too far in the future -- and mentally rubbed his hands in anticipatory glee; he'd have done it for real, had his mind not already been running over contingency plans. "You thinkin' out-of-office, Mr Stern?" he asked. For all that Stern was a businessman, he took a real interest in the Planet and its work, and he and Perry had more than once worked together on plans for how to deal with... unusual situations -- one of which, it appeared, had just come up. Stern nodded. "Unless you have a better idea?" Perry shook his head. "Nope. I think you're right." He turned to Lois and Clark. "What Mr Stern means is that you two have gotta lay low for a while. Trask and his gang of clowns are gonna be back, but we don't know when. Now, they tried the legal approach once, and they might try it again -- and it might even be real, this time." He calmly met the startled gazes of the reporters. "I'm serious. Just because Trask is a low-life, it don't mean that he couldn't have some legal standing, and that he couldn't get a genuine warrant if he tried; I've heard of, and seen, weirder reasons bein' given for the issue of a warrant -- and there are judges out there who are dumb enough to go along with it! "The point is, we don't want 'em to find you and serve you with any kind of subpoena, so you're gonna have to stay away from anywhere that they might expect you to be. Don't go home, don't come to work, don't even go shoppin' at your usual places!" Clark caught Lois' eye. "I... think we can handle that," he murmured, smiling slightly. Being somewhere else was not hard when you could fly at super-speed. Lois, however, was less happy at being "exiled." "And what are we supposed to *do* while we're 'laying low'?" she asked. Perry grinned at her. "I couldn't say, honey. After all, I won't know where you are; how could I possibly know what you're doin'? And since you're not answerin' your phones or your pagers, I won't have any way of contactin' you, now will I?" Lois and Clark's eyes met again above small smiles. They got the idea... but Perry wasn't finished. "Now, of course, you might want to contact *me*, and there are ways of doin' that that Trask won't know about," he said as he moved over to the conference room door. He yanked open the door and bellowed, "Olsen! Get in here!" Jimmy, delivering some photos to Layout, twitched like a startled horse at the sound, and the photos nearly went flying, but he quickly recovered his balance, if not his poise, and headed for the conference room, the focus of attention of almost everyone in the newsroom -- including those legal staff who hadn't been able to drag themselves away from where "the action" was, as they saw it. Once Jimmy was inside and the door closed behind him, Perry wasted no time. "Jimmy, set up two of those 'back-door' computer accounts for us -- special extensions, the works." Jimmy was no fool; he knew what this must mean, and he gave Lois and Clark a searching stare before sitting down at the computer and getting to work. Once he was fully occupied, Perry explained, "What Jimmy's doin' is something we've had planned for a while but never had to use before: when he's done, you'll be able to connect your laptops to the Planet system via a special number that only the people in this room will even know exists -- and only you and Jimmy'll know what it is! So you won't be completely on your own..." The editor left the room for a moment, returning with something in his hand that he passed to Lois, with another for Clark. "And just to help you stay out of sight, I want you to use these credit cards instead of your normal ones; the Planet'll get the bills, same as normal when a reporter's on assignment, but these cards aren't assigned to anyone in particular, so you won't leave a trail that way. Just don't go buyin' the Taj Mahal, 'cause *I* know who's got 'em!" Everyone laughed at that, even Jimmy, though most of his attention was focused on whatever arcane software magic he was performing. Once he was done and the details that he provided were committed to memory, Lois and Clark rose to leave, but Stern stopped them. "Ms Lane, Mr Kent... I'm sorry that we have to go to such extreme measures, but I don't see any alternative. Just remember, this man Trask sounds like he is a genuine psychopath, and is very dangerous, so, if you do decide to investigate him--" He raised one brow and half-smiled. "--and I wouldn't know anything about the likelihood of *that* -- be careful. This is not the Army, and I don't like sending my people in harm's way -- but I also know better than to try to *stop* you." Lois grinned. "Thanks. But don't worry about us; I know what I'm doing, and Clark knows enough by now to follow orders." And she left the room, heading for her desk to collect her things. Behind her, a smiling Clark looked back at three concerned faces. "Don't worry, guys," he said before following his partner, "I'll take care of her." Watching the pair leave the office, a worried Perry could only muse, "I know you will, son... but who's gonna look after *you*?" It was hard to say which of the two senior men in the room was more surprised when Jimmy piped up, "Chief, I have an idea about that..." ***** Lois and Clark were deep in discussion about what they might need to take with them when they "disappeared" -- Lois, with Clark's super-strength firmly at the forefront of her plans, wanted to take *everything* she could lay her hands on, and Clark was trying to argue her down to something more "reasonable" -- when Cat Grant strolled over to their desks and arranged herself "artistically" on the edge of Clark's. "Hi, Clark," she purred -- and, this time, there was no doubt about the applicability of the word. "They tell me that you're going to have to lay low for a while. Care to hide from the world at my place? I can guarantee that you'll enjoy your stay, and no-one will *ever* find you..." Lois could hardly believe the effrontery of the woman -- nor that she had left herself open to such an obvious riposte -- but before she could reply to the effect that *that* was certain; nobody had ever escaped alive from the Lair of the Serpent-Woman, Clark beat her to the punch with, "Thanks, Cat, but *no* thanks! You're too well-known. Lois and I are off to somewhere *private*..." Only after the words had left his mouth did the double meaning hit him, and he blushed violently. He didn't dare look at Lois. But while he waited for the storm to erupt, she slowly stood up, picked up her briefcase and the various bags that she'd filled with a variety of files, disks and assorted papers, and headed for the elevator. Only when she paused to murmur to Cat in a disgustingly smug voice, "What can I say? The guy has taste..." did he follow her lead -- *and* follow her. Cat was left leaning on the desk, somewhat bemused and ever so slightly put out -- and wondering just how much of what she might otherwise have instantly assumed from that conversation was actually the case. ***** Everyone who was watching saw Lois and Clark enter the newsroom elevator, the doors close and the indicator show an uninterrupted trip to street level; what no-one saw was that the elevator was empty when it reached there. As soon as the doors had hidden them from view, Clark whispered to Lois, "I don't know if Trask and his goons are going to be watching us, Lois, but let's act as if they are, okay?" Lois nodded, and Clark carefully met her curious gaze for the first time for what, to him, seemed like ages; it was certainly the first time since he'd made that appalling double entendre. He was almost painfully aware of the slip he'd made in the newsroom and, despite her calm demeanour at the time and since, he was still waiting for her to get angry about it. Nothing happened, though -- unless you counted her eyes widening slightly in... surprise? A few long seconds passed, and then he risked a quick glance at the indicator panel. The elevator was almost to the first floor, so if they were going to evade potential observers, then they'd better get on with it. "If there is anyone out there waiting for us, let's not give them the chance to find us." Lois nodded again... and then, almost before she could be certain she'd seen it, there was the briefest of blurs in front of her, and Clark was bending down in the familiar manner to pick her up. She was a bit surprised, but said nothing, merely grinning when he lifted off to float out of the now-open ceiling hatch of the elevator. ***** [Hmmm... so L&C are going undercover. This could be interesting; two hidden groups hunting for one another -- lots of possibilities there for dirty work at the crossroads. Of course, the good guys do have Superman on their side, so it could be thought that they out-number, as they certainly out-gun, their adversary. And what of Jimmy's idea? Find out more about that -- and how our favourite couple go to ground -- next time.] Phil ---- "We gotta get out into Space / If it's the last thing we ever do!" -- Return to the Forbidden Planet A sentiment echoed by Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 05:01:08 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: John Debbage <106532.433@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: UU3 -- Thanks & apology MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi, I'm sorry if you get this twice, but I made a mistake when sending this email and I think it came out in a wierd format. Thanks to all those who sent fdk on this latest post... I was a little anxious about it, so it was nice to know that it was well recieved. And also, I'm sorry, but due to my mother's small accident, the next post= might be a little later in coming out. Hopefully I should have something= around the weekend or at least by the beginning of next week. Yours Jenni ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 07:40:25 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: Re: Football players with glasses? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Kathy wrote ... > What did football players who wore glasses do before contacts became so > widely available? I'm assuming they just wore the glasses under their > helmets, otherwise, you'd essentially be unable to play if you didn't have > near perfect vision Believe it or not. I played quite a bit of sports in high school, well mostly basketball and softball and I know the basketball players wore straps that connected to the ends of each side of the frame earpiece and was adjustable around the back of the head that held their glasses in place while running. (Oh gosh, how I feel old now as when I was in high school, contacts were still widely not used and if you had astigmatism, forget it, no contacts for you!) While this prolly didn't help after a reall good tackle, but it might have provided a way to keep their glasses in place under thier helmet. Anne ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 07:51:09 -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: Re: Date/time mixups on Zoom's board? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit No, Kaylle, you're not the only one having problems This happened to us once before. Somehow, the clock on the server got set back by 21 hours, so now the new posts look like they're a day old. Start looking at anything posted later that Sept 9th, about 10pm, because that's about where the glitch started to show up, so you may not have read them. No matter what your software tells you. Keep an eye on the "Techie How To" section as well; Zoomway said she's trying to get it fixed (in fact, I haven't checked this morning, so it may be fixed already, I hope). Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam **note new address** "The EU is a noble attempt to fulfill the age-old dream of having a country of English cooks, German lovers, French defense forces and Italian efficiency experts." --P. J. O'Rourke ----- Original Message ----- From: "Katherine L. Klesch" To: Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 1:58 AM Subject: Date/time mixups on Zoom's board? > Is anyone having trouble navigating Zoom's boards tonight? The dates and > times seem to be off, and therefore the posts are all out of order (because > they're usually sorted by date). > > To use the comments for Pam's Hearts Divided 19 as an example, you can see > that the dates for some of the posts are wrong. She started this folder > around 9 am this morning (September 10th), but several of the later posts > (Carol, Merry, and Pam's second post) list the date as September 9th. > > Am I the only one having problems? > > * * * * > Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic > without looking to see if the seeds move. > ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 10:25:50 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: OT: World Trade Center Comments: To: lcnfanfic@egroups.com Comments: cc: jadedt@yahoo.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sorry for the cross posting ... I'm not really sure if this is appropriate to post, but I wanted to send out wishes to those FoLCs who live/work/and have family in both NYC and Washington. I truly hope that you are all well and out of the path of destruction. I know there are several that work *in* NYC. We were watching what has been going on, on CNN, in our cafeteria and saw the collapse of one of the twin towers. The footage seen has been horrible ... Please, Carolyn, Laurie, Denise, and anyone else in the are, check in if you can ... lets us know that you are at least physically okay ... Anne ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 15:37:30 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: [LCN Fanfic] OT: World Trade Center Comments: To: lcnfanfic@yahoogroups.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Like Anne, I'm shocked and also worried for our friends who live and work in the Washington and NYC areas. I only just found out about this about half an hour ago - I was wondering why I couldn't get any news websites to load! The video stream on the Washington Post website is all I've seen, picture-wise, so far, and that's scary enough. If anyone's in regular contact with Sandy McDermin too, I hope that she's okay. Why, oh why can't we live in a world in which people *don't* have this compulsive desire to kill each other all the time?! Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ----- Original Message ----- ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 11:02:00 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: [LCN Fanfic] OT: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks for thinking of us Anne. I'm waiting to hear from folcs like carolyn who are actually IN NYC and also folcs like eileen who's in Wash DC... I'm on Long Island--Nassau County. Today is primary day and there's a MAJOR primary here for county executive! That would have been tomorrow's front page news... I'd heard on the car radio on my way to my Dr appt this morning that 2 planes had hit the 2 towers of the world trade center. they think one was a 646 -- an American flight from Boston. I was over at the hospital for my regular GI clinic appt and suddently a bell alarm started ringing--like a fire drill alarm in a school. doctors and nurses starting walking quickly. At first we were told that they just needed to go upstairs to sign in but they'd be back. then we were told to leave that we'd have to make another appointment and come back another time. The hospital was declared a disaster area. It's the tallest building around and I'm very sure that from the upper floors you'd have a good view of the world trade center (I can see them from my chiropractor's office which is only a 5th floor and a mile or so east of the hospital). Meantime the TV's in the hospital went out. I'd heard that ABC was already out as it transmitted from teh world trade center. Many of the others are still on the empire state building and all the TV's I saw were tuned to CBS. They were just saying that the police and FBI that were moving people away from the trade center area were telling them a 3rd plane was expected and then the reception went out. After I get offline, I'll see if I can get anything from home (I'm hoping it was just the hospital's cable system). In any case, I should get the local cable news station and I was getting the news radio station from NYC in my car on the way home -- and they hadn't said anything about a 3rd plane. They did say that ALL US airports were closed as well as all bridges and tunnels going into/out of NYC. So, it'll probably be a month before I get back to see my GI doctor (no clinic next week; i'm not available the two tuesdays after that). I'm wondering if they expected victims to be airlifted to this hospital. It does have a specialized burn unit. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 10:16:16 -0700 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: World Trade Center In-Reply-To: <155.d75d10.28cf78ee@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > Please, Carolyn, Laurie, Denise, and anyone else in the are, check in if you > can ... lets us know that you are at least physically okay ... > > Anne And Kate, who's in Maryland. Kate, if you get a chance, check in with us, as well. I'm praying with all my heart for those involved. Erin __________________ erink@ida.net erink@lcfanfic.com Visit my Lois & Clark/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 11:25:56 -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: [LCN Fanfic] OT: World Trade Center Comments: To: lcnfanfic@yahoogroups.com, lcnfanfic@yahoogroups.com In-Reply-To: <86.f5e3c42.28cf8824@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" My heart and prayers go out to my Folc friends everywhere. Hang in there... Anita ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 11:58:45 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Jacalyn S. Newman" Subject: Re: [LCN Fanfic] OT: World Trade Center We're okay. (I live in Maryland, not that far away from the DC border.) I have buddies who work downtown, but they are also okay. This is so tragic, I'm beyond words. The loss of lives is just so horrific and awful and my heart breaks for the people who have lost loved ones, are hurrying to tend the injured, or pacing frantically by the phone for news. It's just so awful... We need Superman. Jackie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 13:25:14 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Laurie Dunn Subject: Re: All Stirred Up, part 4/10? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/11/2001 4:35:36 AM Pacific Daylight Time, meredith@PUTWET.DEMON.CO.UK writes: > . He tossed the cape into > Clark's laundry hamper with the rest of the filthy garments, noting in > passing that his taste in underwear seemed to coincide with Clark's, and > turned his attention to the shower. > That line made me chuckle. Now, would a person with amnesia even know what their taste in underwear is?? Maybe, maybe not. Leave it in, Meredith. Great installment. Post again soon. LaurieD ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 19:41:05 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: [LCN Fanfic] OT: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Like everyone else I'm shocked and stunned at what I've been witnessing this afternoon. I spent most of it in tears as I watched. I'm just hoping with all my heart that none of our small community have been directly involved. And my sympathies go out to all the victims of this terrible atrocity. LabRat > We're okay. (I live in Maryland, not that far away from the DC border.) I > have buddies who work downtown, but they are also okay. This is so tragic, > I'm beyond words. The loss of lives is just so horrific and awful and my > heart breaks for the people who have lost loved ones, are hurrying to tend > the injured, or pacing frantically by the phone for news. It's just so > awful... > > We need Superman. > Jackie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 19:01:04 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Meredith Knight Subject: Re: All Stirred Up, part 4/10? In-Reply-To: <128.462e668.28cfa2fa@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 LOL! But see, he's just taken his own off, with the suit, and they're similar (possibly identical) to Clark's. Next instalment tomorrow... Meredith In article <128.462e668.28cfa2fa@aol.com>, Laurie Dunn writes >In a message dated 9/11/2001 4:35:36 AM Pacific Daylight Time, >meredith@PUTWET.DEMON.CO.UK writes: > > > >> . He tossed the cape into >> Clark's laundry hamper with the rest of the filthy garments, noting in >> passing that his taste in underwear seemed to coincide with Clark's, and >> turned his attention to the shower. >> > > > >That line made me chuckle. Now, would a person with amnesia even know what >their taste in underwear is?? Maybe, maybe not. Leave it in, Meredith. > >Great installment. Post again soon. LaurieD -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 15:02:36 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: OT: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit My prayers go out to all involved. These were horrid acts and I pray for all of the families and friends of all involved. CM ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 15:30:57 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Cindy Leuch Subject: New fic: September 11 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed September 11 By: C. Leuch I won’t lie and try to say that this is based on an original idea. This is my attempt to deal with the grief and shock brought on by the terrorist attacks on the United States of America on September 11, 2001. The characters are the property of DC Comics, and the situation, however terrible it is, is real. ******************* Superman stood at the top of the tallest remaining building in Metropolis, gazing out over the now calm Metropolis skyline, and staring at the place where the Metropolis Trade Towers once stood. Days had passed since the terrorist attack on the city, but it felt like an eternity to him. A lifetime’s worth of grief and pain tortured his conscience, and he knew that he would be haunted for the rest of the days by the sights he had seen. Indeed, America herself would never be the same again, a shred of its remaining innocence slipping quietly away like so many wisps of smoke. As hard as he tried to blame himself for the massive loss of life, he knew that it was ultimately not his fault. He had worked his utmost from the very second the disaster had struck, nearly wearing himself out in the process. Terrorists from foreign lands were to blame, although Clark couldn’t image what perceived gain they thought they were getting by committing such an act. No political agenda was worth the thousands of lives, no religious idealism was worth the blood shed, yet history had proven over and over again that radicals would always be willing to invoke terror on those with different beliefs. His long day had started innocently enough. He had come to work with his wife as he did every other morning, quietly slipping into the newsroom and working on the stories of the day. Less than an hour after getting in, though, a low flying aircraft had rumbled over the top of the Planet building, the shock waves causing the light fixtures to shake and the windows to rattle. He had immediately gotten up from his desk to see what was wrong, but he had gotten only a few steps when the ground trembled with the force of a massive explosion. His sensitive ears had picked up the screams of thousands of people, and he knew right away that something terrible had happened. Taking to the skies, he immediately saw that the disaster was worse than he first thought. The plane that had buzzed the city had crashed directly into the upper part of one of the Metropolis Trade Towers, leaving a gaping hole in the building. Black smoke billowed out, the result of the jet fuel catching fire. Over a dozen floors had been directly impacted by the crash, and even from as far away as the Daily Planet, Clark’s sensitive nose could pick up the smell of burning flesh. Drawing all the inner reserves that he could, Clark rushed to the scene and immediately started pulling people out of the wreckage. He gathered as many workers as he could at a time and took them down to the ground in large armfuls, depositing them and the ambulances, which had started arriving almost immediately. Even as fast as he worked, however, it wasn’t fast enough to get to everyone. In their desperation, people started jumping from windows, falling to the ground from heights that no living person could ever hope to survive. Clark poured on yet more speed, blindly scooping up everyone he could find, flying through the thick smoke and debris over and over and over again. It was during one of those flights that he heard it, the sound of a jet engine that was much closer than it should’ve been. His arms had been loaded with injured people as he had finally seen it, a passenger jet headed straight for the second tower. He flew as fast as he possibly could without injuring his passengers, but in the end, all he could do was watch as the aircraft impacted the side of the building in a large ball of fire. He let out a sob, not caring who saw. In the few short minutes that he had already been on the scene, he had already seen more death that he ever would’ve thought possible. In his wildest dreams he had never imagined that such a thing could happen in this city, under his watch. He no longer cared that Superman, the man who supposedly showed no emotion, was openly showing his horror. In the grand scheme of things, maintaining his façade was of little importance when faced with the tragedy in front of him. Clark took a deep breath and blindly flew into action again, trying to do as he had done before, and trying to steel his mind from the sights he saw. It hadn’t occurred to him to do anything to repair the structurally weakened buildings, all he could think about was saving as many lives as possible. Hour after hour went by, an infinite number of victims coming forth to ask his help. His initial shock and sadness morphed into anger and frustration. He could hear the journalists at the foot of the tower, he could hear as their home office briefed them on the state of affairs throughout the country. All the work that he had done, all the criminals he had arrested and the hope it had brought to the city and to the nation didn’t mean anything, not in the face of these attacks. And all his powers couldn’t save the people in Pittsburgh and Washington, and God knew where else the terrorists had struck. And, ultimately, he hadn’t been able to save Metropolis from losing one of its symbols. One by one, the towers had collapsed. Despite his best efforts, Superman couldn’t stop the landslide of debris, he couldn’t stop the choking cloud of smoke. People who he had just rescued had watched from the streets below, and they had died in a pile of steel and concrete. All he could feel was despair as he unburied them some time later, after the fires finally stopped. So many lives lost, so very many lives uselessly thrown away in one cowardly act. Uncovering the bodies, he found himself recognizing professional acquaintances and friends, men and women who had families and home, who would never live to see another sunrise. Far after the sun had gone down and the rescue workers had grown tired, Superman had labored, driven by the dull ache of guilt he felt. I had taken days to free all the people and find all the bodies, to clear the debris off the streets and make the city livable once more. It was said that time healed all wounds, but Superman couldn’t escape the fact that his emotional wounds were still very raw. And so he stood now, surveying a city that had changed, a world that had changed. Maybe the United States was arrogant to think that in was invulnerable to attack. In a country that so valued its freedoms, it had never occurred to it that there were those that resented them for those very things. Maybe the people did know the risks of possible terrorism but just chose to ignore them, choosing instead to live their lives free of seemingly baseless worry. But no longer. The greatest nation in the world had fallen victim to a seemingly faceless foe, and Superman hadn’t been of any use in stopping them. For all he could, all the powers he had, the loss of life had been stunning. But not all was lost, he thought as he zoomed in more closely. Out of all tragedies came the beauty of the human spirit, and here more than anywhere, this was proving to be true. Volunteers worked hand in hand with paid rescue workers, doing their bent to try and save those around them. Private citizens lined up to donate blood to their fallen comrades, and the wealthy gave supplies and money. Public officials worked in their offices for hours above and beyond what they were paid for, trying to make the city safe and livable once again. Life went on, no matter what happened. Around the devastated city, around the mourning country, life went on, and there would be happiness once again some day. With a sad intake of breath, the man of steel took of to the skies once again, this time bound for a small brownstone far away from the devastation. A light in the window on the master bedroom beckoned to him, signaling that his wife, his support, his life was there, waiting for him. As he landed, he saw he look at him with such understanding and sympathy, it made his heart break. Of anyone on this planet, she knew how hard it had been for him to see everything that he had seen. She had known his helplessness and his anger, and he had no doubt that she felt them, too. He took a couple long strides across the room and into her waiting arms, embracing her with his mind and body. He knew that he was filthy from days of work, but he also knew that she didn’t care. They needed that contact, that reassurance that everything would be all right. And, for the first time, he was positive that everything would be fine, after all. A part of the country’s spirit had been stolen away, but for now, his was recharged, and he could forget the scenes that, ultimately, nobody would ever forget, nor should they. ------------- GO CYCLONES! Cindy Leuch isuleuch@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 14:07:09 -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: Eileen MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Has anyone heard from Eileen? I know she lives in Washington DC. Nan ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 14:18:01 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Betty Cheng Subject: Re: New fic: September 11 In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Beautiful story, Cindy, very poignant. I think you've captured the ocean of emotions Clark would have felt, and what volunteers helping with the current tragedy must be feeling. I especially like the last sentence of your story: > A part of the country’s spirit had been stolen away, but for now, his was recharged, > and he could forget the scenes that, ultimately, nobody would ever forget, > nor should they. My sympathy and prayers to all our friends in the US, Simba ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 22:22:43 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: Eileen MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Eileen is safe and well. She was in #lanekent earlier. LabRat :) > Has anyone heard from Eileen? I know she lives in Washington DC. > > Nan ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 23:15:31 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nene Subject: Re: Eileen MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit She was on channel earlier, Nan. :) Elena ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 00:05:12 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ursula Bento Subject: OT tragedy in USA MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable This is to let the FoLcs in the USA know that we are shocked beyond = words and our hearts go out to all of you. We sincerely hope you have = not lost beloved ones in these terrible happenings or are involved = personally. I have a very dear friend living close by the disaster area = in New York and I am so very worried about her. It is impossible to use = the phone right now so we'll just have to sit tight and watch the news = on CNN. I don't really know what to say at a moment like this, just take = care, okay? Be well. Sincerely, Ursie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 18:15:45 -0400 Reply-To: msafrans@ix.netcom.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Mark Safransky Subject: Re: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I wish to add my well-wishes to all of us who watched in horror as henious acts of terrorism unfolded today. I am a DOD employee here in Northern Virginia so you can imagine my shock at what has happened. Also glad I had the day off today. Again we see events unfolding that are mind-boggling to anyone with a concious. That certain peoples around the world are rejoicing in the death and destruction coming in the wake of these cowardly acts is even more shocking. It's days like these that I truly wonder at the future of the human race. Mark ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 17:33:11 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Dennis Arendt Subject: email address change MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit New email address brenda_breeze@hotmail.com I'll keep the other for a few more weeks Brenda ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 08:17:37 +0930 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jill Kaye Subject: Re: OT tragedy in USA In-Reply-To: <007601c13b0f$39968ac0$b2044bd5@pbncomputer> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >This is to let the FoLcs in the USA know that we are shocked beyond words >and our hearts go out to all of you. We sincerely hope you have not lost >beloved ones in these terrible happenings or are involved personally. I >have a very dear friend living close by the disaster area in New York and >I am so very worried about her. It is impossible to use the phone right >now so we'll just have to sit tight and watch the news on CNN. I don't >really know what to say at a moment like this, just take care, okay? Be >well. > >Sincerely, >Ursie I'd like to second that. I saw it live on CNN last night and was completely shocked (for want of a better word) that this was happening. My heart goes out to all of you. ~Larissa~ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 18:08:52 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: New fic: September 11 That was beautiful, Cindy. Thank you. As we were saying on IRC this afternoon, even having a Superman wouldn't have helped prevent this horrifying tragedy. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 19:13:48 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: More NYC Folcs check in ... OT: New York City MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'm just going to forward Laura's emial to the nfic list ... Carolyn and Denise are fine! If anyone has any information about the following FoLCs from NY and DC area, please let us know if they are okay ... Hopefully they can let us know themselves: NearlyNoelNeill LadeeV Sandy McDermin Farah Chisham Anne ----------------- Forwarded Message: Subj: Re: [LCN Fanfic] OT: New York City Date: 9/11/2001 7:01:53 PM Eastern Daylight Time From: Larus2407@aol.com Reply-to: lcnfanfic@yahoogroups.com To: lcnfanfic@yahoogroups.com Carolyn Schnall is fine. She did not have internet access today--only internal at work. She was very touched that so many folcs thought to be concerned abotu her. She says that we probably have no need to worry about Denise. Denise works at NYU and lives in Queens so may well have had a long hot walk to get home. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 19:53:32 -0400 Reply-To: msafrans@ix.netcom.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Mark Safransky Subject: Re: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Forwarding this for Bethy: I would like to add my condolences and prayers to any who have been directly affected by this tragedy. And to those indirectly affected as well, I guess. This reminds me of when, after a big earthquake in San Francisco, we didn't know for hours whether or not our relatives survived. But this is so much worse, because some so-called 'human being' *planned* it. I just want to cry. And in fact, I have. One thing my sister pointed out was that today, on the American style of dating, is 911 (Sept 11, 2001 = 9-11-01), our emergency services number. Coincidence? With a heart full of sorrow, Bethy jextra42@hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 20:20:20 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: More NYC Folcs check in ... OT: New York City On Tue, 11 Sep 2001 19:13:48 EDT, Annette Ciotola wrote: >If anyone has any information about the following FoLCs from NY and DC area, >please let us know if they are okay ... > >Hopefully they can let us know themselves: > >NearlyNoelNeill >LadeeV >Sandy McDermin >Farah Chisham I just heard from Farah -- she is just fine. Her poor husband was home from work today and was worried sick. Since Anne posted this, she has heard from Sherry. And Laurie just told me she's heard from Sandy. Let's hope all the NYC/DC area FoLCs are safe and sound, even those lurkers we may not know by name. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 20:09:23 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: April Sycamore Subject: Re: World Trade Center Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed >I'm praying with all my heart for those involved Me too, I hope everything turns out okay. I can't believe it even happened. In my choir class we sang "America, the beautiful" and I almost started crying--my prayers are with all those involved as well. April >From: Erin Klingler >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: Re: World Trade Center >Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 10:16:16 -0700 > > > Please, Carolyn, Laurie, Denise, and anyone else in the are, check in if >you > > can ... lets us know that you are at least physically okay ... > > > > Anne > >And Kate, who's in Maryland. Kate, if you get a chance, check in with us, >as well. > >I'm praying with all my heart for those involved. > >Erin >__________________ >erink@ida.net >erink@lcfanfic.com >Visit my Lois & Clark/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek > ***** >"It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they >happen." >__________________ _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 22:06:17 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Cindy Leuch Subject: Fwd: September 11 / world trade center Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Forwarding for Elizabeth. I want to thank everyone for their comments about my new fic. It felt good to be able to write that, to get out the horror I felt. GO CYCLONES! Cindy Leuch isuleuch@hotmail.com >From: Elizabeth Olsson >To: isuleuch@HOTMAIL.COM >Subject: New Fic >Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 11:47:55 +0930 > >Cindy > >I can not access the list server from this email address but wanted to >comment on this. I would be most grateful if you could post this to the >list on my behalf. > >This was a beautiful and very moving fic. It captured all the emotional >turmoil and confused feelings so well. > >I have been watching in astonishment and horror as events unfold and >confess to feeling like I was watching a Die Hard movie - it was so unreal. > >I kept wishing for Clark to come in and save the day. We do need a >Superman! Indeed wasn't there a series of comics last year set where >Germany had won WWII and they had bombed Metropolis and crashed a plane on >the Capitol? These things should only happen in the safe realm of fiction. >Not real life. > >The callousness of these terrorists is unparallelled. That second plane was >designed to hurt the rescuers. The ordinary men and women who take on the >job of heroes, who don't have superpowers or high tech machines but who >selflessly risk their lives every day to help people in danger. > >My thoughts and prayers are with those FOLCs in the US and I hope that you >are all safe and coping as best you can. > >Liz O >Adelaide >South Australia > >Liz Olsson > 6414 866 952 _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 22:33:22 -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: email address change MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks Brenda and write more stories soon merry Dennis Arendt wrote: > New email address > brenda_breeze@hotmail.com > > I'll keep the other for a few more weeks > > Brenda ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 03:23:47 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: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/12/2001 3:18:30 AM Eastern Daylight Time, klesch@MIT.EDU writes: > From what I can tell, it wasn't written for anything in particular. It was > played on the teenager soap Dawson's Creek and can be found on the > soundtrack, but I don't think it was specifically written for that either. > No, it wasn't. There's a video out with Five-for-fighting, and there's no mention of Dawson's Creek. Yeah, it's on the second soundtrack too, though. I've loved the song for months... nice to hear someone else has heard of it now . I wrote the lyrics to IRC one night, and they about hoisted me off for being depressing. Oh well... such is life ;) See Anne, I'm not crazy ;) -Crys- ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 03:13:16 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jenny Stosser Subject: Re: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 I've tried to post this message three times, with NO attachments, but it keeps bouncing back with a message saying that it's rejected because once all attachments are taken out, it'd be blank. I have NO idea why it thinks there are attachments, but I'm now posting it via the website/archive instead. Hope it gets through! I=92ve been watching the news here all day, and listening on the serious (AB= C here) radio station whenever I=92ve had to go out=85 I=92m horrified and shocked by what happened, and just wanted to say that my= prayers and sympathies go out to any FoLCs and non-FoLCs who may have been affected by what=92s happened in NYC and Washington, and the families of the= late passengers on those aircraft. Jen jenerators@optushome.com.au -*- This message is umop ap!sdn -*- -*- Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM -*- Photos of David (9) and Megan (6) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://www.geocities.com/j_stosser -*-Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 09:07:04 +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: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit My prayers, too, go out to all those involved. Those who have lost people, those who haven't, but especialy those who aren't yet sure. Nic ----- Original Message ----- From: April Sycamore To: Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2001 3:09 AM Subject: Re: World Trade Center > >I'm praying with all my heart for those involved > > Me too, I hope everything turns out okay. I can't believe it even happened. > In my choir class we sang "America, the beautiful" and I almost started > crying--my prayers are with all those involved as well. > > April > > > > >From: Erin Klingler > >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > > > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU > >Subject: Re: World Trade Center > >Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 10:16:16 -0700 > > > > > Please, Carolyn, Laurie, Denise, and anyone else in the are, check in if > >you > > > can ... lets us know that you are at least physically okay ... > > > > > > Anne > > > >And Kate, who's in Maryland. Kate, if you get a chance, check in with us, > >as well. > > > >I'm praying with all my heart for those involved. > > > >Erin > >__________________ > >erink@ida.net > >erink@lcfanfic.com > >Visit my Lois & Clark/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek > > ***** > >"It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they > >happen." > >__________________ > > > _________________________________________________________________ > Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp > ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 09:19:43 +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: NEW: Imbalance Part 27 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ROTFL at Clark's double-entendre! And Lois' response. I'd love to know what she was thinking. Nic ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 04:18:07 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: More NYC Folcs check in ... OT: New York City I've had an email from Sandy too. She works in a building which looks across onto the Pentagon, and, while she didn't hear the first explosion, she saw the black smoke. And she heard a second explosion, which I believe is still unexplained. She also says that there were F16s flying over most of the day. She's had a few messages from FoLC friends, and is touched that people were thinking of her. Wendy (also hugely relieved to hear that Sherry's safe) ---------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 11:39:05 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: OT: US tragedy - UK Condolence book Comments: To: UKFoLCs@yahoogroups.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit For any UK-based FoLCs who want to put on record their shock and sympathy at this truly appalling act of terrorism, there is an electronic book of condolence available at the US Embassy (London) home page. I heard the US Ambassador interviewed on BBC Radio 4 this morning, and he says they are genuinely grateful for the thoughts being expressed. http://www.usembassy.org.uk/ The link to the book of condolence is on the front page. Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 06:56:03 -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: Re: email address change MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Welcome back, Brenda. Hope you're feeling better. Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam **note new address** "The EU is a noble attempt to fulfill the age-old dream of having a country of English cooks, German lovers, French defense forces and Italian efficiency experts." --P. J. O'Rourke ----- Original Message ----- From: "Dennis Arendt" To: Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 8:33 PM Subject: email address change > New email address > brenda_breeze@hotmail.com > > I'll keep the other for a few more weeks > > > Brenda > ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 07:22:35 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: OT: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 09/12/2001 3:22:24 AM Eastern Daylight Time, AMCiotola@AOL.COM writes: << Please, Carolyn, Laurie, Denise, and anyone else in the are, check in if you can ... lets us know that you are at least physically okay ... >> This is bizarre. I read both wendy's and annes' posts yesterday and responded to them. Last night both anne and I were noting that we hadn't received any mail from this list all day--even our own posts! This morning they not only are here--but some from yesterday which I've already read. Are we really in a time warp? Did HG Wells go back to set things right? --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 07:30:34 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: OT tragedy in USA MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 09/12/2001 3:28:52 AM Eastern Daylight Time, ursben@HETNET.NL writes: << I have a very dear friend living close by the disaster area in New York and I am so very worried about her. It is impossible to use the phone right now >> If any of you are unable to reach friends and family in NY, and want us local folks to try, please write privately and give us phone numbers and names. I had no trouble reaching Carolyn Schnall's answering machine yesterday afternoon and she had no trouble calling me back a couple hours later. Do keep in mind, that unless they were in that downtown area or were rescue workers, there's really no reason not to assume they are fine. Many suburban folks just had a hard time getting home and had to walk a long way--even over a bridge before they could get to a train that would bring them home. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 07:33:03 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: More NYC Folcs check in ... OT: New York City MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 09/12/2001 3:29:58 AM Eastern Daylight Time, AMCiotola@AOL.COM writes: << I'm just going to forward Laura's emial >> anne is so flummoxed that she's confusing me and Laura. OK, we do both live on Long Island... --LaurIE ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 07:47:17 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: Combination post OT: New York City & Cindy's Fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/12/2001 7:33:19 AM Eastern Daylight Time, Larus2407@AOL.COM writes: > anne is so flummoxed that she's confusing me and Laura. OK, we do both live > on Long Island... > I'm really sorry, Laurie. And I would swear that I did correct it, but I often have a habit of typing then deleting then retyping the wrong letters over and over until I have to pull my hands from the keyboard to stop and *think* about what I need to type before I can type it right! > ? If only that were true, then maybe this whole tragedy could have been righted. Cindy, that was very well written. It's sad to think, if there were a superman, even he can only do so much. I'm still watching the news while getting ready for work, and while we may not have a Superman (or even and HGWells) it's good to know that we have super men who are doing their best to do what they can, even at the cost of their own lives. Anne ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 22:05:49 +0930 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LizO Subject: Re: OT tragedy in USA MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Another list that I am on sent this address. Its a site where people are listing to say that they are OK. http://okay.prodigy.net/ Liz ----- Original Message ----- From: "No Name Available" To: Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2001 9:00 PM Subject: Re: OT tragedy in USA > In a message dated 09/12/2001 3:28:52 AM Eastern Daylight Time, > ursben@HETNET.NL writes: > > << I have a very dear friend living close by the disaster area in New York > and I am so very worried about her. It is impossible to use the phone right > now >> > > If any of you are unable to reach friends and family in NY, and want us local > folks to try, please write privately and give us phone numbers and names. I > had no trouble reaching Carolyn Schnall's answering machine yesterday > afternoon and she had no trouble calling me back a couple hours later. Do > keep in mind, that unless they were in that downtown area or were rescue > workers, there's really no reason not to assume they are fine. Many suburban > folks just had a hard time getting home and had to walk a long way--even over > a bridge before they could get to a train that would bring them home. > > --Laurie > ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 08:52:48 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kate Crane Subject: Re: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/12/01 3:22:35 AM Eastern Daylight Time, erink@IDA.NET writes: > And Kate, who's in Maryland. Kate, if you get a chance, check in with us, > as well Thanks Erin, Yes we're ok out here, although it was a bit unnerving being so close to Camp David as we are, with the rumors about an attack there. My daughter is at school at Penn State, fairly close to where the plane went down in PA. My husband was on a plane at National airport when the Pentagon was hit (he heard the explosion) and had to evacuate....everyone in the airport had to just walk away, leaving cars, baggage, etc. But at least they were ok. It is so heartbreaking to think of all the families who are struggling with the terrible grief of not knowing, or knowing their loved one is gone. Many thanks for all the well-wishes from our friends all over the world. This is so hard to understand, and like Jackie, I couldn't help thinking, we really need Superman. Kate the Maryland one ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 09:58:00 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jo March Subject: Re: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 [Cross posting...] It=92s more than 24 hours now and I=92m still in a state of shock. I can har= dly believe that something like this *could* happen... like almost everyone else, I was glued to the TV most of yesterday, and watching the scenes again today, hearing about those rescued and thinking about the many, many more still trapped under the rubble brought tears to my eyes all over again. :( My heart goes out to all those involved; families, friends, and the people of America. I=91m so relieved and glad that folcs in NYC and DC reported in. JoMarch ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 08:18:00 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Vicki Krell Subject: Re: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" MIME-version: 1.0 We have the CD and I have a really hard time understanding/deciphering all the words, even though I try each time I listen. Someone mentioned she'd posted the words on IRC recently (sorry I can't remember who!); if someone has them, would you be willing to e-mail me privately with them? Thanks. :) Vicki -----Original Message----- From: Kathy Brown [mailto:kathybrown91@HOME.COM] Sent: Monday, September 10, 2001 3:35 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" OK, this isn't exactly about fanfic, but I have to share. Has anyone else heard this song, "Superman (It's Not Easy)" by Five For Fighting? Does anyone else want to cry every time they hear it?? My God, what's happening to me ... I'm not even pregnant anymore! Was it written for the new Smallville series? Or for the never-happened Nicolas Cage movie? Or does the group just love Superman? Anyone know if there's a story behind this song? Kathy (who thinks she's been writing too many emotional fanfic scenes lately ... now I just need to hold onto this feeling so I can get into Lois's head for the next section. I seem to be able to get in Clark's head for angst with no problem, but Lois has been eluding me ...) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 11:29:27 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: Re: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit << Someone mentioned she'd posted the words on IRC recently (sorry I can't remember who!); if someone has them, would you be willing to e-mail me privately with them? >> I'm going to post this to the list as it maybe useful to everyone at one point or another. This site is one of the better lyric sites. If the song you are looking for is not listed, then you can view their MB and chances are it's there! http://www.lyricx.com/ I believe this song is listed there Hope this helps Anne ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 13:46:00 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kath Roden Subject: Re: OT: World Trade Center Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Along with my co-workers, I spent yesterday listening to the news reports in shock. Although my family and friends are physically ok, to say that we were not affected would be untrue. I don't think any of us will ever be the same again. My mom grew up in NYC and when we spoke last night, she was in tears. I still can't believe it's happened, even though I spent last evening watching the horrible, frightening truth of it. It was like watching the death of innocence. My prayers go to the victims and their families; you all have my deepest sympathies. KathR _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 14:08:02 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Combination post OT: New York City & Cindy's Fic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/12/01 7:48:01 AM Eastern Daylight Time, AMCiotola@AOL.COM writes: > I'm really sorry, Laurie. And I would swear that I did correct it, but I > often have a habit of typing then deleting then retyping the wrong letters > over and over until I have to pull my hands from the keyboard to stop and > *think* about what I need to type before I can type it right! Hey, I still think you're wonderful. Laura is an artist who adores Dean. Laurie never met Dean. Does that help? ;) --L ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 19:42:05 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Meredith Knight Subject: My son's first fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Shortly after I started writing my L&C story, I discovered my six-year- old son had followed suit: I found this on a piece of paper in his writing. I think he's got the basics covered... CLARK IS SUPERMAN Clark said "Somebody needs help." And he rushed to change. I hide watched him and soon found out he's Superman. "Supe- rman!" I gasped, "I've been waiting for you to appear someone needs help!" "I kno- w Clark told me." He took off, as I watched him fly away. THE END I hope it will serve to lighten some hearts at this sombre time. Meredith -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 15:25:57 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Marilyn L. Puett" Subject: Re: My son's first fanfic I agree with you Meredith. He's got the basics covered. And from there it's just a matter of adding bits and pieces and making the stories longer and longer. Tell him that Supermom says, "Good job! And keep writing!" Marilyn AKA Supermom ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 16:55:52 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: OT: Looking for Lori... MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I have lost the email address of this FOLC. Lori, if you're on the list, or if anyone knows her, please contact me. I know there are several ppl by this name in FOLCdom, but I know she used to be on IRC and was LNC2 I think. Her email address had the word packrat in it, maybe packratTV, and has helped distribute cast interviews and such in the past. My email addy is MPSL27@aol.com if anyone knows where I can get ahold of her. Thanks in advance, Molly ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 16:18:35 -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: World Trade Center MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I too hope and pray everyone in our fandom is well and safe. My thoughts and prayers go out to all the families who have lost love or hurt loved ones. merry ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 16:40:27 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Brenda's writing MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I've been contacted about encouraging Brenda to write. I'm sorry if people took this the wrong way. I've commented on the message boards and told her I was glad she was getting the help she needed, and that I was sorry she felt she had to deceive us. I also am assuming, maybe wrongly, that all of her writing is not plagerizing others. And with that in mind if writing will help her get well, I would encourage it. I certainly don't want her plagerizing again and hurting anyone again. I wish her well. merry ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 14:55:39 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma Subject: Re: OT: Looking for Lori... In-Reply-To: <39.1a7a39cc.28d125d8@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Sorry List, I tried Molly's address as she gave it, but I got a daemon failure notice... Lori's address is packratvcr@hotmail.com, Molly... Melisma At 04:55 PM 12/09/2001 EDT, you wrote: >I have lost the email address of this FOLC. Lori, if you're on the list, or >if anyone knows her, please contact me. I know there are several ppl by this >name in FOLCdom, but I know she used to be on IRC and was LNC2 I think. Her >email address had the word packrat in it, maybe packratTV, and has helped >distribute cast interviews and such in the past. My email addy is >MPSL27@aol.com if anyone knows where I can get ahold of her. >Thanks in advance, >Molly > > Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 15:12:55 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Eowyn Akra MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hello, I'm new here. I'm not even sure if this works yet or not for me, but I guess I'll find out. Eowyn Akra __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 15:05:57 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melisma In-Reply-To: <20010912221255.12217.qmail@web20810.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi Eowyn, I read you loud and clear :) Welcome to the list... Melisma (under her Rock, happy to meet a new friend) At 03:12 PM 12/09/2001 -0700, you wrote: >Hello, I'm new here. I'm not even sure if this works >yet or not for me, but I guess I'll find out. > >Eowyn Akra > >__________________________________________________ >Do You Yahoo!? >Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger >http://im.yahoo.com > > Visit my rock at http://www.intergate.ca/personal/melisma/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 17:29:22 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler In-Reply-To: <20010912221255.12217.qmail@web20810.mail.yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > Hello, I'm new here. I'm not even sure if this works > yet or not for me, but I guess I'll find out. > > Eowyn Akra > Welcome to the list, Eowyn. It's always nice to have new members around these parts. We hope you enjoy being here. :) Erin __________________ erink@ida.net erink@lcfanfic.com Visit my Lois & Clark/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 15:43:40 -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: WTC and Heroes MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Over the last 36 hours we have seen incredible bravery in the face of incomprehensible acts of evil. Several posters here have said that we need Superman. That brought to mind Superman's remarks as he prepared to leave for New Krypton in BGDF. I think they are particularly appropriate for us now. "I ask each one of you to look to yourselves for the strength, decency and compassion that I know each of you has inside. Emerson said self trust is the essence of courage. Inside each of you is a hero. And so I leave knowing that a world full of heroes has nothing to fear." Jude ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 17:58:03 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Marilyn L. Puett" Subject: Re: WTC and Heroes That is an appropriate quote, Jude. Some reports are indicating that several passengers on the flight that crashed in Pennsylvania took it upon themselves to try and overpower the hijackers. They knew they'd been hijacked and felt certain they were going to die. But they wanted to try and prevent further loss of innocent lives. That is what being a hero is all about. I'm sure as the rest of this whole story unfolds, more and more stories of heroes will come to the forefront. ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 15:58:23 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Eowyn Akra Subject: Re: WTC and Heroes In-Reply-To: <001e01c13bdc$60503e40$ecfbfd3f@v1t9j4> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii It is unbelievable that such a thing could happen. Most of my family lives in New Jersey, just 20 minutes away from the city and some of them work in NYC. Thank God they are all alright. Despite all the evil we have seen, it is good to realize how much good there is combatting it. We have all lost something yesterday, but we have also seen compasion and self sacrifice too. People pouring in to help, rushing to donate blood, aiding each other in any way possible. Its something I hold on to whenever it just seems like its too much... Eowyn --- Judith Williams wrote: > Over the last 36 hours we have seen incredible > bravery in the face of > incomprehensible acts of evil. Several posters here > have said that we need > Superman. That brought to mind Superman's remarks > as he prepared to leave > for New Krypton in BGDF. I think they are > particularly appropriate for us > now. > > "I ask each one of you to look to yourselves for the > strength, decency and > compassion that I know each of you has inside. > Emerson said self trust is > the essence of courage. Inside each of you is a > hero. And so I leave > knowing that a world full of heroes has nothing to > fear." > > Jude __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 19:32:08 -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: "Superman (It's Not Easy)" In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" If you haven't deleted your messages on this topic, I sent the words out on Saturday. I'd be happy to forward the email to you again if you need it. Kaylle At 08:18 AM 9/12/2001 -0700, you wrote: >We have the CD and I have a really hard time understanding/deciphering all >the words, even though I try each time I listen. > >Someone mentioned she'd posted the words on IRC recently (sorry I can't >remember who!); if someone has them, would you be willing to e-mail me >privately with them? > >Thanks. :) >Vicki * * * * Faith is the quality that enables you to eat blackberry jam on a picnic without looking to see if the seeds move. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 02:25:27 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ursula Bento Subject: Re: OT tragedy in USA MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks for the offer Laurie, I didn't call NYC last night because the authorities here asked us not to (via tv and radio), in order not to clog up the phone lines. This morning my sister in Florida contacted Ruthy at work and she's safe. She had already left for work before the tragedy happened. She lives on South End Ave, in one of the apartment buildings very close to the Twin Towers. She doesn't know if it is still standing though, the area is closed and she cannot go home. Staying with friends. So she's one of the lucky ones who got into the subway under the Trade Tower yesterday morning but was already out of it when the first plane dived in. I was so relieved to receive an email from her today! So great to read via the list that the FoLCs you all know so well have been accounted for. Ursie ----- Original Message ----- From: No Name Available To: Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2001 1:30 PM Subject: Re: OT tragedy in USA > In a message dated 09/12/2001 3:28:52 AM Eastern Daylight Time, > ursben@HETNET.NL writes: > > << I have a very dear friend living close by the disaster area in New York > and I am so very worried about her. It is impossible to use the phone right > now >> > > If any of you are unable to reach friends and family in NY, and want us local > folks to try, please write privately and give us phone numbers and names. I > had no trouble reaching Carolyn Schnall's answering machine yesterday > afternoon and she had no trouble calling me back a couple hours later. Do > keep in mind, that unless they were in that downtown area or were rescue > workers, there's really no reason not to assume they are fine. Many suburban > folks just had a hard time getting home and had to walk a long way--even over > a bridge before they could get to a train that would bring them home. > > --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 20:45:20 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: OT tragedy in USA MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/12/01 8:24:47 PM Eastern Daylight Time, ursben@HETNET.NL writes: > So she's one of the > lucky ones who got into the subway under the Trade Tower yesterday morning > but was already out of it when the first plane dived in. I was so relieved > to receive an email from her today! > Great to hear. Let's hope Kylie's friend turns out okay as well. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 19:12:13 -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: *no subject* In-Reply-To: <20010912221255.12217.qmail@web20810.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 03:12 PM 09/12/2001 -0700, you wrote: >Hello, I'm new here. I'm not even sure if this works >yet or not for me, but I guess I'll find out. > >Eowyn Akra It works. Always be sure to put a subject in the "subject" line, or people may think you are sending spam. Debby dls@thuntek.net ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 13:06:12 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: OT: WTC - Survivors List MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable A Survivors Database List can be found here:=20 http://www.ny.com/wtclist.html=20 Also, if you pull up Google and hit the link they've set up on their = front page for 'news and information about attacks' you'll get a page of = useful links for those trying to find out information about friends and = loved ones.=20 I'm hoping that good news will be found there for those still searching. = LabRat :) LabRat :) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 06:12:14 -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: Combination post OT: New York City & Cindy's Fic In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 02:08 PM 09/12/2001 -0400, you wrote: >In a message dated 9/12/01 7:48:01 AM Eastern Daylight Time, >AMCiotola@AOL.COM writes: > > >> I'm really sorry, Laurie. And I would swear that I did correct it, but I >> often have a habit of typing then deleting then retyping the wrong letters >> over and over until I have to pull my hands from the keyboard to stop and >> *think* about what I need to type before I can type it right! > >Hey, I still think you're wonderful. > >Laura is an artist who adores Dean. >Laurie never met Dean. >Does that help? ;) > >--L Ah, but you've *seen* Dean live :) Debby dls@thuntek.net who was with you at the time... ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 09:32:41 -0700 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: OT: WTC/Local Heroes MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Speaking of WTC and the heroes that come from it, something happened this morning in my community that was so incredibly special that I just had to share. Our local community (as well as many others everywhere, I'm sure) has been asking what they can do to help, and our Red Cross has said they have as much blood as they can handle right now (they even ran out of blood bags here yesterday ). But the Red Cross did say that they were collecting monetary donations, 100% of which would be sent to help the people in New York. So one of our local radio stations set up their mobile units at a centralized location where people could conveniently drop by to donate a dollar, five dollars, or whatever they could. So as he was out there, a mom walked past with her young kids on the way to taking them to the nearby elementary school, and the kids stopped to ask the man what he was doing. When he told them, the kids immediately turned to their mom and asked her to go home and get their jar of money. She seemed surprised, then hurried back to her house and returned shortly with a huge jar of coins. She told the man that her kids had been saving that money for the past three years for a trip to Disneyland, but in that moment's notice, without even the slightest hesitation, they offered up their savings to help people clear across the coutnry who they didn't even know. Needless to say, their selflessness brought tears to my eyes. So yes, I think there are many heroes that have come through this tragedy, even from tthe most unexpected places. Just had to share. :) Erin __________________ erink@ida.net erink@lcfanfic.com Visit my Lois & Clark/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek ***** "It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." __________________ ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 10:46:58 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kate Crane Subject: Re: OT: WTC/Local Heroes MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Erin, I have been brought to tears many times today already, and your story was the latest. I gave up reading the Washington Post this am as the heartrending accounts were just more than I could take at one sitting. There was a story of one man who had joined in anonymously in the rescue efforts at the Pentagon, working tirelessly round the clock, and it turned out that he was the husband of a woman trapped in the wreckage and he wanted to be the one that found her. He called her his Angel, they had been married for over twenty years. Broke my heart. I cried when I saw on tv, the crowds on the sidewalks of NY clapping and cheering the rescue workers and ambulance drivers as they drove by. So much to take in, how do we? How do we keep working at our everyday jobs when there is so much tragedy going on? Kate sending many prayers and good wishes for those who are suffering so unbearably ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 18:08:21 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Meredith Knight Subject: All Stirred Up, part 5b/10? In-Reply-To: <5Hr8eXAhPPn7QwSu@putwet.demon.co.uk> MIME-Version: 1.0 Cont'd from part 5a... Superman added the ham to the frying pan, and stirred the mixture contemplatively. "When did you -" He found he couldn't say the words "fall in love with him." "- start seeing each other?" he finished. Lois looked bewildered. "Seeing each other? We don't... we aren't... we're just friends," she stammered. It was Superman's turn to look surprised. "But you said you were partners?" "Oh! Not that sort of partner - working together partners. We investigate our stories and write them up together. We don't have any... romantic attachment." "Oh." That explained quite a few things which had been troubling him. He couldn't resist probing the hurt, though, like a child worrying a loose tooth. "Why not? You obviously like him a lot. Are you saying there's no romantic feeling there at all?" Even as Lois drew a breath to deliver a vehement denial, she was assailed by the memory of that kiss in the Honeymoon Suite at the Lexor Hotel. She had been startled when Clark had unceremoniously scooped her onto the bed and started kissing her, but within a few seconds she had been grappling with very different feelings. The sound of the maid entering the bedroom had come in time to prevent her losing her head completely, but even so she had returned the kiss with rather more enthusiasm than was strictly necessary. And when the maid had left and Clark had abruptly released her, evidently expecting her to let rip at him, all her shaken mind had come up with was a feeble complaint that the maid hadn't knocked. Lois realised that Superman was still waiting for an answer. Honesty, she reminded herself. "I don't really know," she said slowly. She looked down at the tablecloth. "It hasn't exactly come up. Well, I suppose it did once, actually. You remember I mentioned that love potion? Miranda squirted it all over the Planet newsroom, and everyone who was sprayed lost all their inhibitions. Well, I got some, and so did Clark. I spent the next two days fawning all over him." Her cheeks were burning, and she put her hands over them. "He was a perfect gentleman the whole time; he fended me off gently but very effectively. So, to answer your question... I guess I am attracted to him to some extent - but he isn't attracted to me." There was a silence, as Superman searched vainly for something to say to ease Lois's embarrassment. He concentrated on adding pasta shells to the pot of bubbling water on the stove, giving her time to recover her dignity. After a few moments Lois shrugged, and forced her voice to a matter-of- fact tone. "But it's probably just as well. Office romances are always a disaster. I had one once, years ago; it ended badly, and it made work hell for both of us for months, until he left to go to another paper. I swore I'd never do anything like that again. Clark and I are friends, and very good partners. It would be stupid to throw that away for a superficial fling." She studied the tablecloth, refusing to meet Superman's eyes. "Not all romances are a disaster, Lois. Sometimes people do fall in love and live happily ever after. You sound as though you're not prepared to take a chance to find out if it could happen to you." "I know more about the other kind of relationship. My father just walked out on my mother one day, and never came back. It nearly destroyed her." She traced the pattern on the tablecloth with one finger. "Anyway, I don't think I'm good happy-ever-after material. I'm an ambitious career woman - I'm better at trampling on men's egos than at stroking them. I can't even cook!" Superman put a lid on the pasta pot, and turned down the hot plate. "Cooking is overrated," he said, crossing to the table and sitting down opposite her. He stilled her restless fingers with one hand, and gently lifted her chin with the other until she met his eyes. "You're a very attractive woman, Lois. You're beautiful, and brilliant, and brave. Any man who can't see that must be blind. And any man who feels threatened by it doesn't deserve you." Tears were pricking at her eyelids, and she blinked them away. She could see the total sincerity in his eyes, and it awed her. "If someone had asked me a year ago, I'd have said I didn't believe in happy endings," she said huskily, and smiled tentatively. "But then, a year ago I didn't believe in men who could fly, either. I guess life can surprise you." She looked down at their linked hands on the table. "That's another reason it wouldn't work out with Clark," she said hesitantly. "The feelings I have for you. Ever since the first day I met you - when you saved my life by *eating* a bomb, of all things - I've felt... as if we were connected. As if there's something special between us." "I know you're special to me, Lois," he responded, but his eyes were guarded again. "You're the only person I can remember anything about right now. And back at the warehouse, when I didn't know what to do, I knew you would come and rescue me." He looked down at their hands. He seemed to be hesitating over what to say, and Lois's heart sank. He was trying to work out how to let her down gently. The sudden sound of the telephone ringing startled them both. Lois pulled her hand free, and got to her feet. "I'd better answer that," she said unnecessarily. By the time she returned, Superman was putting the finishing touches to two plates of mouth-watering pasta. He had also had time to remind himself of all the reasons why starting anything with Lois could prove disastrous. Not least among those was the reflection that, if it turned out he wasn't able to follow through a relationship with her for some reason beyond his control, her already low self-confidence would be shattered. To his relief, she didn't seem about to pick up where they had left off. "That was Clark's mother," she announced in conversational tones, as she sat down. "She seemed rather upset to hear that he wasn't at home. I do hope nothing's happened to him... Anyway, she said she had phoned to ask him if he had any news of you, so I told her you were here. She was very pleased, and sent her good wishes." Lois frowned slightly. "I hope she won't say anything to anyone before tomorrow morning, or we could lose our scoop. But she must be used to that, with Clark." She lifted her fork, and dug into the pasta. "Mmm," she sighed, leaning back with her eyes closed to savour the first mouthful. "This is heavenly!" She opened her eyes and grinned. "You know, if someone had told me six hours ago that I'd be sitting here eating pasta cooked for me by Superman, I'd have called the funny farm. Why aren't you eating?" He said the first thing that came into his head. "Are Clark and his mother very close?" He started eating; she was right, it was pretty good. "I've only met his parents once. They seem like a very close family... Clark is an only child, you know. It's odd, though - we went to Smallville last fall for a story, and that's the only time I can remember him going home in, what, eight months? You'd think he'd take a weekend off occasionally to see them, or at least Thanksgiving and Christmas." She shook her head. "But we keep talking about Clark, and about me. You must be anxious to know more about yourself." "You're right, I do have a lot of questions. But from the sound of it, you won't be able to answer many of them. You never answered my first question." "What was that?" "What's my name?" Lois grimaced. "It's true, I don't know. I christened you 'Superman' in the first article I wrote about you, because of that 'S' on your costume, and you said it was a good enough name. You wouldn't answer most personal questions, so you have only yourself to blame." She glowered at him, and he smiled ruefully. "Still, you may as well ask me the rest of your questions. I might be able to help some." She attacked the pasta again, with gusto. "Okay. I was wondering if I have a family who would like to know that I got home safely. Have I ever even met my family? Did I grow up on Krypton and then come here, or was I brought up on a space ship on the way here? It could take years, even generations, to get from Krypton to Earth. I could even have been raised in... in a tank, or something." "You're right, those are tough questions," she admitted. "But I do know one answer. On the day I first met you, a little girl admired your costume, and you said your mother made it for you. So you must be in contact with your mother, or at least it can't be all that long since you've seen her." He closed his eyes in relief. At least he wasn't that alien. "I wish I could remember her." "You will, soon. Don't doubt it." She laid a reassuring hand on his arm, and after a moment he met her eyes, smiling his appreciation. The feel of his warm skin and the soft hair under her fingers threatened her fragile equilibrium, however, and she drew her hand away and picked up her fork again. They ate in silence for a while. Then Superman began to muse aloud. "If I was brought up by Kryptonians, I ought to be able to speak some Kryptonian language. I can speak a few languages..." He paused for a moment, evidently going through them in his head. "A *lot* of languages, in fact; but they're all from Earth. I can't remember any Kryptonian languages." He looked puzzled; then he shrugged. "Never mind. Here's a question you should be able to answer. Who pays me to do this Superman job?" Lois blinked. "Pays you?" she echoed. "Yes, I assume I'm employed by the police or someone." He looked at her in surprise. "Are you saying it's a volunteer effort - that I'm just a vigilante?" "I wouldn't have called you a vigilante! But you don't answer to anyone, or at least not that I'm aware of. You just... come and help when someone needs you." "But what do I live on? She regarded him blankly. "Come on, Lois, I must get money somehow. I've presumably got an apartment somewhere in Metropolis, and I have to eat, and buy Spandex outfits. How do I pay for all that? Do I have another job? I suppose saving people can't be a full-time occupation, so I must do something with myself the rest of the time." Lois finally got her voice working again. "You don't have to eat. But you like to." She stared at her plate. "This is really embarrassing. Not only do I not know the answers, but in all the time I've known you, I've never even thought of the questions. Some reporter!" she finished, chagrined. "I guess you just don't have what it takes -" he said, and she looked up open-mouthed, "- to be a dirt-digger," he finished, and grinned impishly at her outraged glare. "Come on, Lois, don't be so hard on yourself. In the normal way of things, I'm sure I'm really glad that you respect my privacy. I know you're a great reporter." She looked daggers at him for a moment longer, before her sense of humour got the better of her and she laughed. "See, your memory's coming back already." She polished off the last of her food, and pushed the empty plate away with a sigh. "What we really need is for Clark to come home," she said. "He'd probably be able to answer some of your questions." "Clark? Why would Clark know?" he asked, puzzled. "He doesn't talk about it, but he's obviously a close friend of yours. For one thing, he always seems to be able to get hold of you when someone wants to talk to you." "Clark is a *friend* of mine?" Superman was looking dumbfounded. Lois stared at him, perplexed. "Yes. Why is that such a surprise?" "Well, I... I can't remember a thing about him. You'd think I could remember him if he was such a close friend." He reflected briefly, then picked his words with care. "I've been... envying him, you know. He has all the things I'd like to have. Memories of his childhood, growing up in Kansas. Concerned parents phoning him up. A comfortable apartment, filled with treasures that he's collected all over the world. A good job with," he smiled at her, "a great partner. I wonder if he knows just how lucky he is." -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 18:07:24 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Meredith Knight Subject: All Stirred Up, part 5a/10? In-Reply-To: <5Hr8eXAhPPn7QwSu@putwet.demon.co.uk> MIME-Version: 1.0 All Stirred Up Chapter 4 : Three's a Crowd Lois put the phone down. "That was Perry White, my editor at the Planet," she explained, and relayed his last words to Superman. "That was easier than I expected," she added. "I thought he would take a lot of persuading not to print the big story." Superman nodded. "Are there people constantly trying to kill me?" he enquired. The idea was distinctly unsettling. "We never found out who was setting traps for you," Lois replied. "Nobody's ever found a way to hurt you. They seemed to be trying to drive you away rather than kill you. The incidents stopped after you announced that you had come to Metropolis to stay." "Oh, so I live in the city? Not in a space ship somewhere? I should be going home, then, not trespassing on Clark's hospitality - especially when he's not here." "I don't know where you live, Superman. But you stayed here once before when you couldn't go home, so it counts as familiar surroundings for you. And I know Clark wouldn't mind." He looked unconvinced, but he didn't argue. "You said something on the phone about familiar surroundings. Will you tell me what you found out about amnesia?" "Yes, of course." Her voice took on a professional tone. "Amnesia is usually associated with head injuries, or with a traumatic event. You seem to have almost total amnesia about your identity and your past experiences, but you can remember everything that happened since the accident, which is a good sign. Can you remember the date?" "It's January 1994, but I don't know the exact date." She nodded, and asked a few more questions. He could remember general information such as the capital of France and the name of the President of America, but nothing of more personal significance. "It doesn't matter," she reassured him. "Unless you had serious brain damage, which you obviously haven't, your memory should return of its own accord within a day or two, at the most." she added privately, deciding not to voice that particular concern. "We can try to speed it up by establishing associations with past memories. That's why I thought the news footage might be a good idea. Familiar music and photographs, and of course people, can also help." He nodded slowly, taking it all in. "So what do you suggest I do?" "I'll tell you everything I can, and Clark will too, once he gets home. But the very first thing I suggest is something to eat. I'm starving!" Her stomach chose to underline this statement with a low growl, and she blushed. She got up from the couch and went over to the kitchen area. "I wonder if Clark has anything we can eat. Last time I looked, his kitchen was full of Twinkies and Ding-Dongs." She opened the fridge. "Plenty of milk - how does he get through that much? Eggs, cheese, cream... doesn't he even think about cholesterol? Some raw vegetables... ham... We might be able to make some sandwiches." She checked the bread bin. "No, no bread. What about something we can microwave?" She opened the freezer. "Lots of ice cream, but no frozen dinners. We'll just have to order take-out." She took two steps towards the phone, then stopped. "No, that's no good, either. I left my purse at home when I went out to the Slums." Superman cleared his throat. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, enjoying the miniature whirlwind effect Lois had been creating. "I might be able to help." Lois raised an eyebrow. "You mean, fly me over to my apartment to get some cash? I wish you could! But I don't think you'd better go anywhere dressed like that. You aren't instantly recognisable as Superman without the costume, but we shouldn't risk it." Superman looked faintly embarrassed. "No, what I meant was, I could cook something." After a moment Lois remembered to close her mouth. "I, uh, didn't realise you could cook," she said, feebly. "That would be very nice... that is, if you don't mind?" "It's good to know I can surprise you," Superman said, and grinned. Lois blinked; she had never seen him look so natural before. "I enjoy cooking, I think. It's relaxing." thought Lois. Somehow she found herself sitting at the table, as Superman gathered up some onions and garlic and located Clark's chopping board. "It's a good thing Clark has more than one knife," he remarked, as he closed the knife drawer. Despite the tease, he was looking serious again. "Would you mind answering some more questions while I work?" Lois pulled herself together. "Of course not. What do you want to know?" "Tell me about Clark," he requested. Lois was surprised again. "I didn't expect that to be your first question," she commented. "I'm standing in Clark's kitchen, cooking his food and wearing his clothes," Superman replied. "I feel I ought to know something about him." He started to chop the onions. Lois watched his hands moving confidently; he certainly seemed to know what he was doing. "Well, Clark's my partner," she began. The knife slipped, and sliced across Superman's fingers. Lois flinched and caught her breath involuntarily. "Ouch! Are you... of course you're all right," she tailed off. He checked his fingers cursorily, then tested the hapless knife on the onion. "I'm fine," he said, "but I've taken the edge off this knife." He pulled open the knife drawer and rummaged at the back, pulling out a whetstone. He closed the drawer and crossed to the sink, where he rinsed the knife and then ran some water over the stone. Standing with his back to Lois, he began to sharpen the knife with long, careful strokes. "You were telling me about Clark," he said. Lois had been gazing wide-eyed at this display of culinary proficiency. She had never seen a whetstone before, and certainly wouldn't have known how to use one. Once again, she collected her scattered thoughts. "Clark came to work at the Planet in about May last year. I thought he was just a small-town hack - Perry didn't even hire him at first. Then he came back with a mood piece he'd written, about an old theatre that was closing down. Such a nerve - Perry had given me that assignment, and Clark must have found out about it. The article was really good, though, and Perry hired him on the spot. Perry called it 'initiative'." Lois smiled wryly. "I was furious when he assigned Clark to work with me! That must have been shortly before you arrived in Metropolis, because it was the shuttle sabotage story we were working on. "Anyway, I soon realised that he wasn't quite the Mister Green Jeans that he looks. He grew up in Smalltown, Kansas, but he'd done a lot of travelling after he graduated, and he speaks several languages. He even reads Chinese, for heaven's sake. And he's a good journalist." She hesitated; this honesty she had promised herself was going to be more difficult than she had thought. "Very good, in fact. Maybe even nearly as good as I am. Our styles complement each other very well." Superman had finished sharpening the knife, and chopping the onions. He found a large frying pan and melted some butter on the stove, adding the onions. Lois watched as he used a small implement to crush some cloves of garlic into the pan. "I bet you could do that with your bare hands," she remarked idly. He shrugged. "Maybe I could," he admitted, and shot another heart- stopping grin at her. "But what would people say when Superman arrived to rescue them with his hands covered in garlic?" She laughed. "You have a point," she conceded. "Mmm, that smells wonderful. Where was I?" "You were telling me what Clark is like to work with. What's he like as a person?" He turned his attention to slicing mushrooms. "He's... really difficult to pin down. You think you have him all figured out, and then he does something that really surprises you. He comes across like a wide-eyed country boy most of the time, but nothing seems to faze him. Heck, even I don't intimidate him, and everybody else I know has the sense to run scared when I'm in a temper. Clark just stands there and lets me shout at him and work it all off, and then he grins at me and goes and gets me some coffee. It's not that he lets me walk all over him, either. I did something really mean to him, back when he first arrived, and he got his own back on me." She hesitated, and decided to leave it at that. Being honest didn't necessarily require all the gory details. "But he didn't rub my nose in it, and he doesn't seem to feel the need to prove he's better than me, like most other men I've met. "And there's another thing. He's fairly attractive..." she lost another brief struggle with her conscience, "... very attractive, in fact. The gossip columnist from the Planet, who eats men like him whole, made a bee-line for him the moment she saw him. I thought he'd fallen for her, hook, line and sinker; but she's still all over him any time she gets a chance, so maybe he evaded her clutches after all." she thought to herself. The unconscious note of jealousy in Lois's voice hadn't escaped Superman's notice. What sort of relationship did Lois have with her lover - no, her "partner", he amended - if she was still feeling threatened by someone from Clark's past? The coil of jealousy growing in the pit of his stomach was joined by a thread of anger at the absent Clark. He glared at the ham he was now chopping. "Anyway," Lois continued, "most men who are that good-looking are really full of themselves, but not Clark. He doesn't do things to draw attention to himself. You could call him mild-mannered, I suppose. But he's fun to be with, and he's got a great sense of humour. He cares about people, too, and cares about trying to help them. "And then, just when you think he's safe and predictable, he goes and pulls some weird stunt, like this one today. He'll just disappear off the face of the earth, as though he never existed. And ten minutes later, or maybe six hours later, he'll come strolling casually in as though nothing has happened, and tell you he went to pick up his dry- cleaning, or he left something in his car, even though he doesn't have a car. It's so frustrating! I don't know why Perry puts up with it, but he never seems to call Clark on it." Cont'd in part 5b... -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 13:53:53 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Combination post OT: New York City MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 09/13/2001 8:20:06 AM Eastern Daylight Time, dls@THUNTEK.NET writes: << Ah, but you've *seen* Dean live :) Debby dls@thuntek.net who was with you at the time... >> True, from a far distance amongst the destruction that the New Kryptonians left. And then barely the back of his head recently in NYC with Laura (and others). My local paper is offering a message board for those who want to say they are OK and those looking for people. Many Long Islanders commute to work in NYC. Kylie, you might want to post here... Newsday.com Scroll down to where it says "Reach Out" on teh right hand side. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 14:48:42 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Welcome to the List On Wed, 12 Sep 2001 15:12:55 -0700, Eowyn Akra wrote: >Hello, I'm new here. I'm not even sure if this works >yet or not for me, but I guess I'll find out. Hi Eowyn, Welcome to the list! I'm glad to see that you've already joined into some discussions -- I hope you enjoy it here. :) As for how it works, I'll point you in the direction of our FAQ -- you can find it at http://lcfanfic.com/faq_listserv.html We house it at the L&C Fanfic Archive, so be sure you read ours and not just the main one for the Archive itself. (Not that the Archive's FAQ isn't just as wonderful, it just wouldn't help much with this listserv.) If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. :) Kathy List Mom ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 13:29:26 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Eowyn Akra Subject: Re: Welcome to the List In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii > If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. > :) Actually, I have two questions. Zoomway's board. I've read about it but can't seem to find it. Also, I have RIC and I understand you meet over it. Where? Eowyn __________________________________________________ Terrorist Attacks on U.S. - How can you help? Donate cash, emergency relief information http://dailynews.yahoo.com/fc/US/Emergency_Information/ ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 16:46:19 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chris P Subject: Re: Welcome to the List MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/13/01housan13=, 1:34:35 PM Pacific Daylight Tim, eowyn_akra@YAHOO.COM writes: > Actually, I have two questions. Zoomway's board. > I've read about it but can't seem to find it. Also, I > have RIC and I understand you meet over it. Where? > > Zoom's board is at Lois and Clark Message Board : and we meet on IRC on the undernet in #lanekent. Here is the link to get the password. #lanekent FAQ Chris ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 15:35:15 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: April Sycamore Subject: Re: OT: WTC/Local Heroes Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed That was a very touching story. What our world could be like if everyone was as selfless as these children-- April >From: Erin Klingler >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: OT: WTC/Local Heroes >Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 09:32:41 -0700 > >Speaking of WTC and the heroes that come from it, something happened this >morning in >my community that was so incredibly special that I just had to share. > >Our local community (as well as many others everywhere, I'm sure) has been >asking >what they can do to help, and our Red Cross has said they have as much >blood as they >can handle right now (they even ran out of blood bags here yesterday ). >But the Red >Cross did say that they were collecting monetary donations, 100% of which >would be >sent to help the people in New York. So one of our local radio stations >set up >their mobile units at a centralized location where people could >conveniently drop by >to donate a dollar, five dollars, or whatever they could. So as he was out >there, a >mom walked past with her young kids on the way to taking them to the nearby >elementary school, and the kids stopped to ask the man what he was doing. >When he >told them, the kids immediately turned to their mom and asked her to go >home and get >their jar of money. She seemed surprised, then hurried back to her house >and >returned shortly with a huge jar of coins. She told the man that her kids >had been >saving that money for the past three years for a trip to Disneyland, but in >that >moment's notice, without even the slightest hesitation, they offered up >their >savings to help people clear across the coutnry who they didn't even know. >Needless >to say, their selflessness brought tears to my eyes. So yes, I think there >are many >heroes that have come through this tragedy, even from tthe most unexpected >places. > >Just had to share. :) > >Erin >__________________ >erink@ida.net >erink@lcfanfic.com >Visit my Lois & Clark/Kerth Website: www.ida.net/users/davek > ***** >"It's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they >happen." >__________________ _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 21:31:29 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Sister Switch, 3a/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Pam pointed out to me last time that I never mentioned what book I got the idea from - It was Grace Livingston Hill's Marcia Schyler. I picked it up to read the other night and thought - how could I make this into an LC plot? Modern Day just wasn't going to work, so soulmates seemed the obvious answer. I didn't actually read the book (again - I've read it a zillion times before) in an effort to avoid similarities, but some are seeming to be inevitable - for example Cal's an early reporter, which has nothing to do with David Spafford (who also happens to be a reporter - around the time that the first steam engine came to the States), but rather Lois and Clark. Anyway, I'm avoiding similarities as much as I can - on purpose in many cases for that very reason and I am in no way copying anything she wrote other than the basic concept. With all the plagarism hoopla lately, I desperatley want to avoid that at all costs. And there is definately no Langston Lennox *eg* in her book! With that said... Comments appreciated! CM ***** >From part 2: "Now, Leah, we must see if any of your things will work for a wedding dress and going away things." "Nonsense," Samuel said. "There are plenty of fine wedding things that have been prepared. They will not leave this house to Lara. From now on, she is no daughter of mine and no item or money will ever find it's way from this house to hers. She has made her bed, now let her lie in it. They are near enough of a size that her things will now be Leah's." And with that he turned and went back to his breakfast, satisfied that his wife and daughter could handle things from there. Leah felt her hand slip from Cal's as he moved his hands to his head, the picture of dejection. She let herself be led upstairs to begin preparation. ***** Outside, the snow began again, this time in earnest, ensuring that there would be at least some minor snags in this most important of days. ***** [b]Part 3[/b} Leah looked in the mirror and felt she had never been more beautiful. Of course, she knew it was the clothes, but it was a feeling she never wanted to forget. The dress was made of the finest material and had been her mother's own. The veil, to the relief of Elizabeth, was heavy enough that no one would notice the difference between the sisters. Leah's dark hair wouldn't be noticeable until the veil was moved back. With any luck, no one would notice that it wasn't the blond locks of Lara. It was better that no one knew until after the wedding started that it was Leah not Lara. It would postpone awkward questions and even the most upset friend or relative wouldn't make a fuss in the middle of a wedding. Throughout the preparations, Elizabeth gave her daughter quiet admonitions on how to be a good wife. Silently, she had prayed for several more years with Leah, hoping to improve her cooking skills, but Leah knew the basics and wouldn't kill anyone with her cooking. It wasn't saying much, but she was better at it than she had been several years before. There was rap on the door of the spare room where the wedding things had been stored. Samuel's gruff voice announced that Cal was already at the church and it was time to leave. It had been decided they would wait until the last possible moment so that not even Lara's friends who were serving as bridesmaids could become suspicious. Elizabeth smiled at her daughter. "It will be fine, Leah." Leah nodded bravely as she tried to hold back the tears. What she was doing was beginning to sink in. She was wearing Lara's clothes, marrying Lara's beloved, beginning to live Lara's life. Elizabeth looked out the window and was surprised at the heaviness of the snowfall. As they left, she mentioned to one of the women who had been hired to help before the wedding that all of the rooms needed to be made up. It was possible some of the guests, possibly even the wedding couple, would be required to stay the night, or longer. She gave instructions that the best guestroom be made up special for Cal and Leah, just in case. ***** The kind minister was appraised of the changes in the little room, just off of the main sanctuary as Elizabeth put finishing touches on Leah's ensemble. He didn't agree with the decision, but when Leah assured him that she was entering the marriage of her own free will, he had little choice but to acquiesce. Leah tried to remember everything that happened, but knew that she'd never be able to. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed that there were far fewer people than had been expected at the wedding. She didn't dare look to see who occupied the seats, but she did recognize the gray gloves of the minister's wife, the pearls of her Aunt Agnes, and the new shoes that her friend, Katherine, had shown her three short days before. Leah pushed the thoughts that she was leaving everything she had ever known to live a life that wasn't hers to the back of her mind. It wasn’t until her hand was being held securely by Cal's that she dared look at him. She saw the strain around his eyes and vowed to do all in her power to keep those lines from becoming permanent. She looked deep into the chocolate eyes and tried to concentrate on the words of the minister, but found herself drowning in the sad gaze of the man she was marrying. ***** Cal had kept to himself before the wedding began, not wanting to explain the situation to anyone. There was a heaviness in his heart that he didn't think would ever go away. He should have never agreed to this, but was going to see it through to completion now that he had agreed. He stood at the front of the little church, grateful that the weather had kept many of the guests from attending to see his embarrassment. She hadn't loved him enough to stay, but she loved him better than all the rest except for Langston, so she had said in her note. His breath caught in his throat when he first saw Leah. She was a vision of loveliness. He had thought so two nights before, but seeing her now was different. He would have to remember that she was young and that he should be gentle with her. She couldn't understand what she was giving up for him. He'd have to remember that she was making a big sacrifice, marrying a man who loved another woman, and do his best not to make any demands on her. When he took her hand, he couldn't help but look at her brown eyes. He had a hard time not thinking of Lara's big blue eyes, but pushed it out of his mind as he saw the compassion and the trust in the eyes of the woman he was marrying. They both managed to make the appropriate responses during the ceremony. Many in the audience did not even notice when the minister said "Leah" instead of "Lara" and those that did thought it was simply a slip of the tongue on the minister's part. It wasn't until the minister announced them husband and wife and told Cal that he could kiss his bride that the switch became known to all. Cal took a deep breath as he faced Leah. He reached out and raised the veil, doing his best to move it properly out of the way. He hesitated for just a second before he leaned in to kiss her. Leah had never been kissed before, except by members of her family. She had never even had a real suitor and hadn't expected one for some time to come. She felt apprehension rise in her chest as Cal leaned in, hoping that she wouldn’t embarrass him with her lack of experience. She didn't know what else to do so she closed her eyes and waited. Cal brushed her lips with the slightest of touches and then pulled away. The electricity crackled between them, as though it was a kiss that was meant for the two of them and not one that had been stolen from the one who had decided she loved another. Leah breathed a sigh of relief as he offered her his arm and they made their way out of the church. She hadn't messed up the kiss, for now, but from what her mother had told her, there would be more things later that she had no idea how to deal with. Her 'wifely duty' was what her mother had said. She pushed the thoughts aside and put on her brightest smile. She'd deal with that later. ***** Due to the inclement weather, no one stayed for the dinner that had been planned. Some of the food was sent with each family as they left into the ever-strengthening snowstorm. The few post-wedding activities were held inside and the carriage that was to have carried Cal and his bride to their new home was pulled up in front of the church. Cal and Leah painted on their brightest smiles as they ran to the carriage amidst the well wishes of their family and friends. Cal tucked some of the heavy furs around Leah and made sure that there was a warm brick at her feet. "Are you comfortable, Leah?" They were the first words that had passed between them since the ceremony. "I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Kent." Leah had never called him anything else. "I think you had better start calling me Caleb, or Cal. Most people call me Cal. You can, too, if you'd like." She nodded. "Thank you, *Cal*. I'm quite comfortable, but hadn't you better get under some of the furs yourself? You'll catch cold if you're not careful." Cal smiled a bit. "You already sound like a worried wife." And then, aware of the eyes watching them, he seated himself under the furs and placed his arm around Leah, pulling her closer to him. He noticed that she blushed at the display of affection, but also knew that she understood it was a part of the pretense. They couldn't let anyone suspect how deeply this had affected both of them. Leah closed her eyes and pretended that this was really for her, that he pulled her close because he wanted to be near her, not to keep up appearances. She allowed her head to rest on his shoulder as the driver began the short ride to her home. Her home. It would never really be her home again. All of her things from her room would have been packed up by now and likely it would be used for some of the guests that were sure to stay there due to the weather. Where would she sleep? It dawned on her that she would be expected to share a bed with Cal. There was no way that they would make it to his home in this storm, so they would, undoubtedly, stay here for at least one night, possibly more if the storm didn't let up soon. She closed her eyes and tried to mentally prepare herself for the changes that were coming into her life. "We're here." At the sound of Cal's voice, she opened her eyes and with a determination she didn't know she had, she set out to finish the day with dignity. ***** ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 21:31:49 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Sister Switch, 3b/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Several of the members of the extended Lincoln family traveled to the family home, planning on staying with them until the roads were clear enough for them to go to their own homes. The bridal carriage had been followed closely by the members of Leah's immediate family. As soon as the entered the house, Elizabeth took hold of Leah's arm and led her upstairs to change into the dress intended for the trip to Cal's home, but would now be used for entertaining in the Lincoln home. Leah and her mother entered the second largest bedroom in the house. "This will be the room for you and Cal as long as you stay," her mother announced. Leah nodded. "Your new things for today are laid out." Her mother explained to her the type of events that each outfit was appropriate for as she helped Leah change in to the blue dress for the rest of this day. Elizabeth scrutinized the final result as Leah stood in the middle of the room. Blue really wasn't her color, but it would do. The clothes were of the highest quality and there was no reason for them to go to waste. As soon as they were finished, they went downstairs. Cal held her chair for her as they readied for dinner. The table had been extended to allow for the extra guests. Leah and Cal both answered the questions put to them, but offered very little information to the prying members of the family. The rest of the day dragged on for all members of the family. Cal and Leah kept mainly to themselves, sitting on the love seat while the rest of the family mingled. Occasionally, one or the other would make a comment about something, but for the most part there was silence. Cal held her hand gently and hoped that no one would notice that things were awkward between the bride and groom. There were leftovers for the evening meal. After they finished Cal excused himself for a moment and the rest of the family continued their discussions, barely noticing that he was gone. Elizabeth began to worry when the bridegroom didn't reappear. Leah was deep in conversation with a cousin close to her age when Elizabeth went up the stairs in the direction she had last seen Cal. The door to the makeshift bridal chamber was slightly ajar and she saw Cal sound asleep on the bed. It wasn't surprising that he was worn out. Finding out that the woman he was to marry ran off with another man and then marrying her sister and trying keep up a brave face had to be hard on him. It had been a long day for all of them and it was time for the children to go to bed and for Leah to join her husband. Elizabeth knew that many women had an unpleasant wedding night, though she had been blessed with a kind, gentle man who did his best not to hurt her. She felt Cal would be the same way with her daughter, but she was grateful that it appeared Leah would have at least one more day to adjust to being married without any additional pressure. She went down the stairs and pulled Leah aside. After whispering for a moment, the two went upstairs with the rest of the family sharing knowing looks. ***** Tears shone in Leah's eyes. "Mother, I don't know anything about this." She lowered her head. "I didn't even know how to kiss him at the wedding." "It will be fine, daughter. Cal is sleeping, so you probably won't consummate your marriage tonight, anyway. Though," she admitted, "it is possible that he will wake up later and things will be different." Leah nodded glumly. "Mother..." "Shh. Everything will be fine." The room they were in adjoined the room that was now Cal and Leah's. "Just go in and lay down and go to sleep. Don't worry." Leah took a deep breath and nodded. She walked towards the door that led to her new room. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. She did look nice in the nightgown her sister had chosen for this night. Her dark hair hung in waves almost to her waist. She longed to run into her own bedroom and throw herself on the spread she had made herself, but she knew she could not. She opened the door to the other room, but was unable to stop herself from looking back at her mother. Her mother gave her a gentle smile and a little wave with her hand. Leah turned and entered the room she now shared with her husband. ***** There wasn't much light in the bridal chamber. The fire glowed along one wall, but there was no moonlight in the continuing storm. Leah started at a sound coming from the bed, but realized it was only the soft snoring of Cal. Today had to have been difficult on him, more so than her. He had been betrayed by someone he thought loved him more than she loved all others. Leah silently walked across the room and picked up a quilt off of one of the chairs that sat in front of the fireplace. She gently laid it over Cal's sleeping form. She reached out and brushed the hair off of his face. As he stirred slightly, she drew back, as though she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. But it couldn't be wrong for her to touch the face of her sleeping husband, could it? In sleep he looked so peaceful and so handsome. He was the man who had come to her in her dreams last night. The dreams couldn't be wrong, because she was now married to him. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of her mind and her heart, she knew what it would be like to love and be loved by this man and she knew that someday it would happen. Someday she would be the only one he wanted to be with, not her sister. She couldn't honestly say that she loved him because she barely knew him, but she wanted to. She wanted with all her heart and soul to love him the way a wife should love her husband. And she wanted him to love her. She reached out again, brushing away the hair that had fallen back over his forehead, running her hand along his cheek coming to rest next to his mouth. Leah noticed a small beauty mark just above his top lip. His dark features looked exciting and exotic in the glow of the fire. She turned away and moved to the other side of the bed. She pulled back the heavy covers and nestled down under them, careful to stay as far as possible from Cal. She lay there nervously, wondering if Cal would wake and what would happen if he did, until the pure exhaustion from the day sent her into a deep sleep. ***** Sometime in the middle of the night, Cal woke to find the fire had gone down and the room had taken on a chill. The storm had broken, at least for the moment and the moonlight shown through the window. He pushed back the quilt he was covered with and sat on the edge of the bed. He was still wearing his wedding clothes and if he didn't change out of them, he'd never get the wrinkles out. He undressed slowly standing front of what was left of the fire, recalling the events that had led him to be here, now, instead of curled up with his new bride to keep warm. His new bride. He was married, just not to Lara. He looked over at the bed and could make out a lump on the far side. Leah was here. It was to be expected. They could hardly have separate rooms. He sat dejectedly in the chair, oblivious to the cold and his shoulders began to shake as the enormity of everything began to overwhelm him. ***** Leah woke when Cal moved from the bed, but she stayed where she was, hoping to convince him she was still asleep. She heard him move quietly around the room and she heard when he started to sob. She tried to ignore it, but her compassionate soul wouldn't let her. She sat up in the bed, holding the covers close to her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him sitting there. She had seen some of the boys she went to school with without their shirts on as they worked in the fields or split wood, but Cal was obviously not one of the young boys she knew. His muscular arms were unlike any she had ever seen and thoughts of them around her two nights earlier came unbidden. "Cal?" she called softly. She could tell that she startled him and she saw him quickly wipe his face. "Leah. I didn't mean to wake you." "Are you okay, Cal?" He smiled as he stood. Leah's heart began to race as the perfect smile shone in the moonlight. She tried not to stare at the well-formed chest, but failed miserably. Fortunately, Cal didn't seem to notice. He pulled the covers back on his side of the bed and sat down. "I'm fine, Leah. Thank you for your concern." He knew he was lying to her, but he felt he had no right to burden her with his cares. She would have enough on her mind, adjusting to their sudden marriage, without worrying about him as well. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked with her face framed by her dark hair. Would that he had met and fallen in love with her before ever meeting Lara. Life would be so different and they wouldn't be here like this, awkward and practically strangers on their wedding night. "Cal, I don't mean to pry, but," Leah surprised both of them as she laid one hand on his arm, "please don't shut me out. The days will be too long and difficult as it is, without either one of us making things worse by keeping things from each other. I know we're practically strangers, but we are going to spend the rest of our lives together, so we better learn to trust each other." Cal nodded. She was right. Even Lara hadn't known his biggest secret - oddly enough, it seemed like even he hadn't until two days earlier, right before he saw Leah by the well that night. He had planned on telling Lara on the trip to his home, but, of course, that was not to be. He wouldn't call it a secret identity, really, but rather a secret occupation that many knew of, but few knew it was him. He would have to tell her sooner or later, and who knew? Maybe she could help him. He sighed just a bit as he saw the wedding ring on her finger. He shifted so he could look her in the face. "I know we are and there are things that I will need to tell you before long, but for now," he took a deep breath, "I will be fine. It has been a long, difficult day and I was momentarily overwhelmed. I don't wish for you to worry about me, Leah." He shivered just a bit as the cold night began to seep in. "Cal, you'll catch cold if you're not careful," Leah admonished. He smiled at her. "See, you're already worrying about me, and I don't want for you to have to do that." He reached over and did something that seemed very familiar to both of them, though it could never have happened before. He laid his hand on her cheek and brushed it lightly with his thumb. She blushed a bit and turned away from him. "I don't know much about being a wife, but I'll do my best and I do know that you shouldn't get sick." He swung his legs under the covers. "I think you know more than you realize, Leah." He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the side of her head. "Get some sleep. I have a feeling we won't be able to leave tomorrow either and we'll have to face the rest of the family again." Leah nodded. Her heart had stopped momentarily when he leaned over. She nodded when he suggested that they get some sleep and was grateful when he lay on his side, facing away from her. "Good night, Cal." "Good night, Leah." ***** ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 09:09:39 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Phillip Atcliffe Subject: NEW: Imbalance Part 28 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: QUOTED-PRINTABLE [Last time, the end blurb said: "Find out [...] how our favourite couple go to ground" Only thing is... when you're dealing with Superman, going to *ground*=20 is not the usual modus operandi -- particularly when the couple in=20 question have just floated out of the *top* of an elevator. So=20 let's go see where they *are* going, shall we? Now read on:] ***** Lois had been surprised to see the worried, almost fearful expression=20 in Clark's eyes when he began to speak about the possibility of Trask=20 watching them. What was the problem? Surely he couldn't be worried=20 about being followed -- with his powers, he could vanish in an instant,=20 and take her with him! Or would that give him away? She remembered him=20 looking around the newsroom earlier, visibly deciding whether or not to=20 reveal his secret in order to deal with Trask's armed thugs; he'd=20 decided to try to preserve his privacy, so the idea of being under=20 surveillance 24/7 could be worrying... No, she didn't believe that; it would be too easy for him to evade them=20 without giving any real clue to his double identity, so why was he so=20 concerned? Then she realised that he was looking at *her* -- was he=20 worried about her safety? It would be like him... But then, what must be the true cause of his apprehension hit her=20 metaphorically between the eyes with a loud mental 'Duh!' He was=20 nervous -- almost *afraid*, if she was reading his eyes right -- of her=20 reaction to what he'd said to Cat! For a moment, she couldn't believe=20 that he was being so silly -- especially not now, when they had other=20 things to worry about; but, on reflection, it would be as much what she=20 might expect from him as concern for her safety. She'd seen him get=20 angry with the guys in the office for bad-mouthing her; he'd squelched=20 any attempt to pump him for gossip about her (or anyone else); he'd cut=20 Everett, Ralph and co. down to size more than once with verbal zingers=20 that she'd have had a hard time bettering herself; and he'd looked like=20 he'd have cheerfully torn Lex Luthor limb from limb for hitting on her=20 -- okay, maybe that was more for the sabotage of the Prometheus, but=20 she still thought that his anger that night was at least in part the=20 product of her mentioning the louse's attempt to pick her up. Speaking of which, she noticed that Clark was unusually hesitant as=20 *he* picked her up -- physically, anyway; he'd been less tentative=20 about scooping her up on the night they'd met, when she'd been=20 half-certain that he was out to kill her! She made a mental note to=20 reassure him that she wasn't upset about what he'd said; she knew what=20 he meant, in principle if not in detail -- and she had to wonder where=20 he had in mind for them to base themselves while they went after Trask?=20 After all, the world was open to them with Superman to get them around. But that would have to wait. Right now, she was more interested in what=20 he was going to do to elude their pursuer-wannabes. He'd floated them=20 out of the elevator, closing the ceiling hatch behind them (using one=20 foot) just before the car reached ground level, and now they were=20 rising, slowly but steadily, up the shaft. He'd taken his glasses off=20 and, if she recognised the slight frown on his face, he was x-raying=20 each set of doors that they passed. Why, she wasn't sure. Finally, they reached the top of the shaft, in the machinery hut on the=20 roof of the building. Clark hovered for a few minutes, turning in a=20 circle as he scanned their surroundings before floating them both out=20 of the shaft on gently onto the floor of the hut. "Nobody around," he=20 said. "I was kinda worried that Trask might have posted men in the=20 building or on the roof, to keep a eye on us." "Really?" asked Lois. It didn't seem likely to her; the last she had=20 seen of Trask, he and his pack of brutes were leaving with their tails=20 between their legs; but then, being beaten would probably make them=20 nastier, so maybe he was right -- to check, at least. "Not really," Clark replied, echoing her thoughts, "but I didn't want=20 to take any chances. We'll have a lot more freedom-- *I'll* be able to=20 operate much more easily as Superman -- if we don't have to worry about=20 being spied on. And now we can 'vanish' with a minimum of fuss." Lois walked around a bit to stretch her legs, then went over to the hut=20 door. "Okay, I'm all for that," she agreed, jiggling it -- and finding=20 it locked. "But first, we have to get out of *here!*" "No problem." Clark stood beside her and placed one hand on the=20 door-frame. For a moment, she thought he was going to break the lock,=20 but instead, he just *pushed* on the frame... and the door opened. "It's usually easier that way," he said nonchalantly as they left the=20 hut. Once they and all their bags were outside, he repeated the action=20 and the door shut again, to all intents and purposes as if it had never=20 been opened. "And it's much better if you don't want anyone to know=20 that you've been there." Lois confined her response to nodding as Clark stepped away from the=20 door and looked around once more. "Do you need anything from your=20 place?" he asked. "No," she replied, "Not unless we're going to be gone for more than a=20 couple of days. I could do with my travel pack from the Jeep, though."=20 The "pack" was a rucksack containing assorted toiletries, sleepwear,=20 two complete changes of clothing -- not glamorous, but serviceable --=20 various odds and ends, and her passport; it, together with her purse=20 and laptop, was everything that Lois considered she needed to go=20 anywhere in the world at a moment's notice. "No problem," he replied, and asked for the keys. She handed them over,=20 whereupon he spun into the suit... and vanished! He was back about ten=20 seconds later with the keys and the travel pack, and Lois congratulated=20 herself on having the foresight to tell him about it and show him where=20 she kept it. He disappeared again, *whooshing* back into view after an even shorter=20 wait, a similar, but decidedly more battered rucksack in his hand. "I=20 thought your travel pack was a good idea, so I copied it... but,=20 without a car, I had to leave it at home." Lois' brows went up, but he=20 went on, "Don't worry; I checked the neighbourhood, and no-one was=20 watching the building. Besides, I was in and out so fast that not even=20 a high-speed camera could catch me, and nobody can see into the=20 apartment itself. We're still free and clear, so far." "Okay, so where is this 'somewhere private' that we're going to=20 'vanish' to?" She smiled and put on an obviously fake, slightly dreamy=20 expression. "Paris? Rome? Hawaii?" Clark looked slightly unnerved by this, and she guessed that he was=20 still uneasy about his earlier gaffe; but then he relaxed, apparently=20 figuring that if Lois was prepared to tease him about it, she couldn't=20 be too mad at him. "Um... would you settle for the Metro Monolith? I=20 didn't think we'd want to leave the city; it'd make it easier to use=20 Perry's special phone numbers, and we can always go out of town if we=20 want..." "Good thinking," she replied, snapping back to her usual self. "I've=20 never been there, but they say it's pretty comfortable as hotels go.=20 Any reason why you thought of the Monolith, and not, say, the Hilton?" Clark had also brought an old duffel bag with him when he came back=20 with his own travel pack, and he began to load it with her laptop and=20 the other, smaller bags containing notes, disks and the like, while=20 answering her question. "I guess because I thought about staying there=20 when I first came to Metropolis -- before I found my apartment -- but I=20 chose the Ramada instead." "You stayed at the *Ramada*? For what, nearly a week? I admire your=20 taste, but you've obviously got more money than I thought." "Yes and no," he said, slinging the packed duffel bag over one shoulder=20 and his rucksack over the other. "I didn't arrive here broke, but I did=20 need to get a job -- which I did, thanks to you. And you know how=20 expensive it is to set up a home from scratch; these days, I... have a=20 certain amount in reserve, but otherwise, I'm going to try to save what=20 I can from what I earn, just like everyone else." 'Just like everyone else...' Lois thought as he came over to scoop her=20 up, this time with more confidence than he'd had earlier. He warned her=20 to hang on to her pack and purse, because he was going to do another=20 rapid take-off just in case the building *was* being watched, after=20 all. The scenery blurred, and Lois found herself in the now-familiar=20 situation of being above the clouds over the city, comfortably resting=20 in Superman's arms. Clark seemed to be taking his time to go the short distance to the=20 hotel -- judging from his expression, he was continuing to look for=20 unwanted company -- so Lois relaxed and thought about something that=20 had occurred to her shortly before. 'Just like everyone else.' That seemed to be important to Clark; it had=20 to be, or why would he go to so much effort to hide what he truly was?=20 What she couldn't quite work out was why he bothered; after all, he=20 *wasn't* like everybody else. How could he be -- he was from another=20 planet! He was stronger, faster... *superior* to everyone else. Why did=20 he hide it? Why had he apparently *always* hidden what he could do=20 until he, or someone, had "invented" Superman? "You know, most of the time, being an 'alien' really doesn't bother me=20 in the least. I'm comfortable being who I am, and I like what I can do.=20 But it's other people's reactions which can sometimes hurt..." His=20 words from... heck, was it only a couple of days ago? -- came back to=20 her. Was *that* it? Did he hide his real self away from everyone=20 because he feared their reactions to him? That made sense, especially=20 when she remembered some of the comments he'd made about being in the=20 public eye; he still hadn't told her where or when that had been, and=20 she equally couldn't figure out how it could be true when no-one knew=20 anything about him, but, like his reaction to Cat Grant, this... need=20 he had to fit in could well result from bad experiences with people who=20 knew about him and couldn't cope with the idea of a being from another=20 world living among them. It would also explain his attitude to *her*, and to people like Everett=20 and Ralph. If he had suffered taunts and negative reactions because he=20 didn't fit in, he must know what it was like to have to put up with the=20 kind of things she had gone through as a teenager, and still had to=20 deal with as an adult. 'Wow...' she thought, suddenly overwhelmed. 'He=20 *understands*...' She turned her head just a little to look at him better. Somehow, in=20 spite of everything that he'd done and all that had gone between them=20 since they met, *that* thought made her feel more comfortable with=20 Clark than she'd ever been. There were still a lot of unanswered=20 questions about him, but now she was surer than ever that he really was=20 going to answer them. ***** Checking into the Monolith was straightforward enough -- and must have=20 been amusing to see, Lois thought later. Clark set her and their bags=20 down by the roof-top pool, which was deserted due to the cloudy weather=20 -- not to mention the brisk breeze that seemed to spring up out of=20 nowhere, the instant that he released her. She was shivering slightly=20 and wondering why she'd been quite comfortable a couple of thousand=20 feet up, but now was distinctly cold, when Clark murmured, "Back in a=20 few minutes," and disappeared again. She waited... and waited... and waited -- at least, that's the way it=20 seemed, but she suspected that she'd become somewhat spoiled when it=20 came to Clark; when someone can do things as quickly as he could, any=20 "delay" of more than a few seconds seems interminable. Besides, it was=20 chilly up here... She was looking out over the city, expecting to see the familiar flying=20 figure, or at least a brief blur that would coalesce into her partner,=20 so it was a surprise when the stairwell door opened behind her and a=20 man came out onto the roof. He was tall, with reddish-brown hair and a=20 neatly-trimmed beard, casually dressed and carrying a medium-sized=20 paper bag -- not that any of that mattered; what *mattered* was that=20 Lois didn't know him. Startled, and slightly on edge from the sudden transformation of an=20 ordinary working day into something from a spy movie, Lois was=20 decidedly wary of this stranger, and more than half-ready to attack him=20 if he made a wrong move -- always assuming that she got the chance, and=20 that she wasn't about to find herself at gun-point. Before she could=20 make her move, though -- whatever that was; she hadn't yet fully=20 decided -- he spoke, and she felt relief flood through her. It was=20 *Clark!* "Hi, Lois," he said, eyes alight with humour. "We're all checked in.=20 Meet 'Charles King' -- but you can call me Charlie." "Oh," she replied dryly. She was fairly certain that he wasn't laughing=20 at her, so she refrained from any of the cutting remarks that he might=20 possibly deserve. "Nice to meet you, *Chuck*." Clark winced at the=20 nickname, and she felt better. "Where you from?" He grinned. "Well, our supposed home address is in Iowa, but the wig=20 and beard come from a costumer's shop in Las Vegas, and the clothes=20 from a store just down the block from that. I thought a disguise was in=20 order, just in case someone we don't want to meet -- yet -- comes=20 looking. I've got a wig in here for you to wear, just until we get to=20 our rooms. You're my sister Wanda, by the way." Lois was about to tease him about going back to his roots in saying=20 that they came from the Corn Country, but then she heard her cover=20 name... "*Wanda?*" she exclaimed, instantly furious. "How did-- Who=20 told you? Have you been reading my personal files?" Clark looked baffled. "What? No!" He paused for a second, before asking=20 quietly, "What are you talking about, Lois? Who told me what?" The puzzled look on his face, obvious even through the disguise, made=20 her stop and think -- and remember what she had thought about him=20 earlier. "I'm... sorry, Clark. It's just that... oh, God, this is=20 embarrassing." She hung her head, breathing deeply, and eventually=20 regained enough self-control (and -confidence) to explain, "In my spare=20 time, I'm... writing a novel... and the heroine's name is Wanda. I...=20 about six months ago, some of the people in the newsroom--" She=20 carefully didn't say who, but Clark could make a good stab at a list of=20 suspects. "--found out, and I had to put up with a lot of smart-aleck=20 remarks. Thank God they never saw the *text*, or it'd have been a lot=20 worse. Anyway, when you said the name, I... it sent me back to that=20 time, and I over-reacted... Sorry." "Me, too, Lois. I assure you, I didn't even know you were writing a=20 novel, much less what the heroine's name was. As for 'Wanda', I just...=20 plucked it out of thin air at the reception desk. I wanted something=20 different from 'Lois'. I probably should have used a different name=20 myself -- as I'm sure you know, it's a mistake to keep the same=20 initials when you adopt an alias -- but I've used Charles King before,=20 and it came out from force of habit when the receptionist asked me. I=20 didn't want to be so obvious with *your* name... but I don't know where=20 'Wanda' came from." Lois was feeling happier now, and she dispelled any lingering=20 unpleasantness with a joke. "Yeah, well, just so long as you're not=20 saying that I'm anything like a *fish*, Chuckie..." Clark snorted with=20 laughter, and she held out her hand for the bag. "Let's see this wig,=20 'bro'." The hairpiece was long and luxuriant, and Lois wondered at his choice.=20 Did he like really long hair, or was it simply meant as a contrast to=20 her own shorter, practical hair-do? Not that she could ask, but it was=20 something she found that she'd like to know; why, she wasn't quite=20 prepared to think about. In any case, the wig fit her perfectly, and=20 the two disguised "siblings" strolled off the roof and into the=20 elevator to find their new "home away from home." ***** Once they were settled in their respective (and adjoining) rooms --=20 "comfortable and roomy" in Clark's opinion; "adequate", according to=20 Lois -- the first order of business was lunch. For all that Lois wasn't=20 quite certain how much of this cloak-and-dagger stuff -- wigs, aliases,=20 being constantly on guard for surveillance -- she was prepared to put=20 up with, Trask or no Trask, she had no particular wish to go out to eat=20 just at the moment; after the tension of the morning, she just wanted=20 to relax for a while. Clark offered to get take-out from anywhere she=20 wanted, but she took a look at the room service menu and decided that=20 there was no need for him to go to the trouble. Over a couple of above-average club sandwiches and some *good* iced=20 chocolate in Lois' room, they swapped stories of hotels -- or what=20 passed for them in some places, according to Clark. Lois was amazed to=20 learn of his travels and the variety and extent of the places that he'd=20 been. She quickly concluded that she had seen more of the US, but he=20 had been just about everywhere else. Tales of Europe, Asia, South=20 America, Oceania, Africa and even the Arctic came from him as simply as=20 though he was describing something that had happened in the=20 neighbourhood that he'd grown up in. Against that, her exchange trip to=20 Ireland seemed very small potatoes indeed, but Clark was really=20 interested to hear of it; he'd been to Great Britain, but somehow had=20 never made it across the Irish Sea. At first, she thought he must have used his powers to have seen and=20 done so much, but he denied it. It seemed that his roaming days had=20 been part of the time when he'd been hiding what he could do, and that=20 even extended to getting around -- which he'd usually done on foot or=20 by hitching rather than by flying. Lois also got the impression that=20 his "masquerade" (as an ordinary man) was as much at someone else's=20 request as by his own preference -- which sparked off another load of=20 questions that she could add to the hundreds that she already had=20 listed. But until he was prepared to answer them -- and weren't they=20 supposed to be having that conversation *tonight?* -- she'd have to=20 continue to be patient. Meanwhile, he told a good story; maybe she=20 should suggest that he think about writing a series of travel articles=20 -- or even a book. Before she realised it, their food was gone -- and so were two hours!=20 Clark looked somewhat sheepish when he checked his own watch, and she=20 thought he might be going to apologise, of all things, so she jumped in=20 first. "Well, *that* was one of the more entertaining lunches I've had=20 for a while -- and I still wanna hear about that Nigerian princess=20 sometime -- but I guess we better get to work." She grabbed her laptop and set it up next to the phone. Clark ducked=20 through the connecting door between the rooms and brought in the chair=20 from his room, sitting down next to her. Lois quickly dialled the=20 "special extension" number that she'd been given and connected with the=20 Planet's computer system; the familiar screen and prompts came up, and=20 she was off... By the time the afternoon was drawing into evening, the reporters had=20 tried every information source that they knew of and could get access=20 to (legally or otherwise) -- and had got almost nowhere when it came to=20 discovering any more about Jason Trask. The man was a ghost -- no=20 records of him anywhere. The most information that they had was from=20 Lois' own files of Lex Luthor's arms dealings; at least there, there=20 was a solid indication that the man *existed!* Of more importance was a=20 list of addresses that Luthor had been given for delivery of some=20 high-tech ordnance that Trask had ordered. The goods had never been=20 delivered -- Lois' expos=E9 having landed Luthor and his cronies in jail=20 before they could be -- and the addresses on the list had most likely=20 been abandoned long ago, but they were worth a look, especially with=20 super-powers to make the job easier. Lois got up to stretch, the hotel chairs not being the most comfortable=20 for long periods; unlike Clark, who'd had to fly off for a couple of=20 less-than-emergencies, she'd been sitting at the computer non-stop, and=20 she was more than happy for him to take over at the keyboard for a=20 while. Not that he had any more idea about where they went from here;=20 in fact, he was about to disconnect from the Planet network when an=20 unexpected window popped up on the screen, declaring, "You've Got Mail!" "What the--?" Clark blurted, causing Lois to turn round hurriedly. "How=20 the blazes can we have *mail?* No-one's even supposed to know that=20 we're able to use the system from here!" Lois was leaning over his shoulder now, staring at the screen intently.=20 "Jimmy!" she hissed. "It must be Jimmy; he's the one who set up the=20 connection, and he'd be the only one who knows how to send a message to=20 an address that isn't supposed to exist. "It must be important, too, because he's taking a big risk. The whole=20 point of us going underground was so that no-one could say where we=20 were or what we were doing; now, Jimmy's put himself in a position=20 where he'll be lying if he denies being able to contact us." Their eyes met, and they were so close that it was easy for each of=20 them to see that the other was thinking pretty much the same thing:=20 this could be nasty if Trask came back. Thoughts of lie detectors and=20 truth serums -- not to mention less pleasant alternatives -- flashed=20 through their minds. "Well, if it's *that* important," Clark said grimly, "we'd better see=20 what he wants." He clicked on the window and an e-mail message came up: From:=09=09JOSr To:=09=09??? Subject:=09A Mutual Acquaintance Greetings, O Lost and Lonely One. I hear that you have met a certain person and some of his friends. I=20 know the guy in question, and if you'd care to swap reminiscences, how=20 about lunch tomorrow? Usual place, usual time. Bring a friend if you=20 like. Clark looked bewildered. "What is *that* all about? Lois, by contrast, was smiling gently -- which was both un-nerving and=20 almost irresistible at such close range. "It means that we've got an=20 ally -- and maybe a lead." "Oh, really?" Clark raised one brow. "Okay, so who is this 'JOSr'=20 person, and why is he involved with Trask? I presume he's the 'mutual=20 acquaintance' that the message refers to." "Yeah... me, too. I don't know his connection with Trask, but 'JOSr' is=20 'J. Olsen, Senior' -- Inspector Jack Olsen of the FBI; Jimmy's dad." "Jimmy's dad is with the FBI?" "Yep. He's sort of a roving trouble-shooter; any time the Feds need a=20 case sorted out and the local Bureau guys are having trouble, Jack gets=20 sent in. He's good, and as honest as they come -- *and* he keeps his=20 ears open, so this could be the break we've been looking for." "Sounds promising -- almost *too* promising. And it sure turned up=20 conveniently... Can you be sure that this is really from Inspector=20 Olsen?" "Yeah, I can. Jack thought of that. See the 'O Lost and Lonely One'=20 bit? That's how; it's a reference to my high school nickname, an=20 in-joke from when we first met -- I'll tell you later -- and a code we=20 set up back then, that nobody knows but he and I. It means that=20 everything's okay; if this was a fake, he'd tell them to use another=20 phrase which I'd know meant that the message was phoney. So unless he's=20 working with Trask -- which I don't believe for a second; Jack wouldn't=20 -- this is legit. Which means that we want to meet him for lunch=20 tomorrow." "Yeah..." Clark agreed thoughtfully. "It also means that we might want=20 to hold off on paying a visit to those addresses of yours until after=20 we talk to him. I'd just as soon know more about Trask and what he=20 wants before we go looking for him -- because we might *find* him, and=20 I'd like some idea of what to expect." That made sense, Lois thought, but it did leave them with an unoccupied=20 evening stretching out in front of them. Well, that was okay; they=20 *had* had plans for the evening before Trask barged into their lives=20 and twisted them out of shape, however temporarily. "Well... if we're=20 not going to check out 'real estate', we could always talk about a few=20 things... you know, have that conversation that we were going to have=20 *last* night..." Clark frowned contemplatively. "That's a good idea..." he murmured,=20 then fell silent, staring into space. Lois held her peace, because he=20 was obviously deep in thought. Eventually, he snapped out of it,=20 abruptly getting to his feet as though someone had thrown a switch.=20 "Okay, let's do that," he said, pacing around the room. "But not *here*=20 -- the walls are too thin, and we might want a bit more room..." In view of this sudden burst of activity, Lois had to wonder if that=20 meant that *he* was going to need the room; he hadn't seemed to be the=20 type who needed to gesticulate when he talked, but something about what=20 he was going to tell her obviously had him worried, and maybe he needed=20 to move about when he was nervous, the way that he'd begun to babble=20 the day before. 'Or,' she thought with a certain self-mocking irony,=20 'maybe he thinks *I* might need the room...' "I think I know a good place to go to talk," Clark continued, "but=20 maybe we should have dinner somewhere first. Unless..." He peered at=20 her intently over the top of his glasses. "How do you feel about a=20 picnic on the beach?" ***** [Well, well, well... looks like L&C may finally be going to have That=20 Talk. After which... hoo, boy. Be here next time -- next *Friday*;=20 sorry, FoLCs, but with the new academic year about to start, we're=20 going back to weekly parts -- for the part that's been christened=20 "Beeblebrox Beach Blanket Bathos". ] Phil ---- Gravity is a Downer... So let's go flying! -- so sayeth Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 12:38:16 -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: OT: World Trade Center In-Reply-To: <155.d75d10.28cf78ee@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Thanks, Anne, for your post. My apologies to anyone who gets this post more than once, written the day before yesterday: Rest assured that I am totally fine (a new cold notwithstanding!) and that I am deeply touched by your concern... I heard from Laurie, and also from Denise and also various other friends, some of whom normally work in the WTC area. One pal, who used to work at the World Financial Center (across the street from the WTC) quit her job in the summer and the other was away on vacation (deep sigh of relief on both counts). My apartment and office, both on the upper east side of Manhattan, were not effected. Although we can never be sure, I believe I was not in any danger. However, my name is on the first page of a non-medical volunteers list for the hospital (Cornell-New York Hospital). I ended up leading a small group from my office to sign up, and when I turned around, there was a huge group behind me. I knew this would happen. Americans, not just New Yorkers, pitch in when the chips are down. A colleague of mine, an R.N., did help treat patients yesterday rescued from the tragedy. I also felt that it was very important not to repeat gossip, unsubstantiated facts and rumor. The actual devastation was more terrible than we can deal with and it served no purpose to make it worse. I admit that it has not hit me yet, emotionally, though I did wake in the middle of the night to watch more news. And there was news on nearly every channel, or a suspension of programming in deference, with a few notable exceptions (Disney!). NYC is strangely quiet, so little traffic, that the vehicles that do go by stand out. People were gathered together at any open restaurants, or just in small groups on street corners, etc., last night. Some people had trouble getting home or back to work (my brother also experienced a bomb threat in the subway station today). I have never seen it like this and I hope I never shall again. OTOH, many people seem to count themselves lucky, have devoted themselves to being of service to others and are trying to offer each other comfort as well as they can. Some people got lunch catered yesterday so that people would not have to worry about that too. A small army trooped over to the New York Blood Center (three blocks) from here and the center became swamped. I just hope that all those who were willing yesterday, will show up again next week, when they will still be needed. Sorry to go on so long. I cannot tell you how moved I was to find out that hundreds of my on line friends were worried about me. You are all just the best... Thanks Carolyn >Sorry for the cross posting ... > >I'm not really sure if this is appropriate to post, but I wanted to send out >wishes to >those FoLCs who live/work/and have family in both NYC and Washington. I truly >hope that you are all well and out of the path of destruction. I know there >are several that work *in* NYC. > >We were watching what has been going on, on CNN, in our cafeteria and saw the >collapse of one of the twin towers. The footage seen has been horrible ... > >Please, Carolyn, Laurie, Denise, and anyone else in the are, check in if you >can ... lets us know that you are at least physically okay ... > >Anne ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 11:36:49 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carol L Moncado Subject: Re: NEW: Imbalance Part 28 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > [Well, well, well... looks like L&C may finally be going to have > That > Talk. After which... hoo, boy. Be here next time -- next *Friday*; > sorry, FoLCs, but with the new academic year about to start, we're > going back to weekly parts -- for the part that's been christened > "Beeblebrox Beach Blanket Bathos". ] No no no Phil. We still need at least twice a week postings - especially when you leave us at a place like this! MOre sooner please!!! CM ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 11:02:47 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: StarKitty Subject: Fw: WE STAND UNITED Comments: To: Vanya Smith , tta_mecosta78@taketoauction.com, truitt22@flash.net, Terry Reale , Terry Ferullo , StarKitty , STAdultUniverse@egroups.com, "Smith, Chuck" , Robert Boese , Realitys_Edge@yahoogroups.com, RE_ScreenWriters@egroups.com, NBCi Support Team , Natascha Kortum , Nancy , musicpony@yahoo.com, mmeade@palomar.edu, Michael@m3corp.com, Katie , Kara & co , Kara , JaT , Jason Williams , Jase , JAED , Ishie , Hathor SG1 , Fred Tulleners , firstw@interlog.com, "Felix E. Sung" , Emily Crawford , Elizabeth Knight , Elisabeth Tull , developerworks-subscribe-conf-350768269.7482180@topica.com, Chuck , Chris Hammell , C J Fleming , Amanda Avechuco , ajlewis2@intac.com, Adam MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Ok, I normally don't forward things in this manner, but I figured this was more important than the usual mass forwarding. Apologies if you get this more than once. Tara Smith ----- Original Message ----- From: "Terry Reale" To: ; "'D'Adamo, Nicholas'" Sent: Thursday, September 13, 2001 12:05 Subject: WE STAND UNITED > > Friday Night at 7:00 p.m. step out your door, stop your > > > car, or step out of your establishment and light a candle. > > > We will show the world that Americans are strong and > > > united together against terrorism. > > > Please pass this to everyone on your e-mail list. We > > > need to reach everyone across the United States quickly. > > > The message: > > > > > > WE STAND UNITED - WE WILL NOT TOLERATE TERRORISM! > > > > > > Thank you. > > > > > > We need press to cover this - we need the world to see. > > ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 13:05:30 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Welcome to the List On Thu, 13 Sep 2001 13:29:26 -0700, Eowyn Akra wrote: >Actually, I have two questions. Zoomway's board. >I've read about it but can't seem to find it. Also, I >have RIC and I understand you meet over it. Where? Chris gave you the basics already, so I'll just repeat my suggestion of checking out the FAQ. All of this is in there. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 13:11:11 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Fw: WE STAND UNITED On Fri, 14 Sep 2001 11:02:47 -0700, StarKitty wrote: >Ok, I normally don't forward things in this manner, but I figured this was >more important than the usual mass forwarding. Apologies if you get this >more than once. More than once? How about 27 times? :P Yes, I know the cause is a good one, but this thing is worse than any virus warning I've seen. I just posted about mass distribution emails -- please ask next time! Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 13:39:29 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Fw: WE STAND UNITED It's only appeared once on the Archive... Yes, the sentiment is definitely appropriate. But one thing I'd ask, when people are forwarding emails from elsewhere, is: please edit them first. By that I mean removing the cc list from the top, the details of the original sender, and all the >>> which creep in when something's been forwarded. They just make the text more difficult to read, and increase the likelihood that people will delete it unread. Wendy ------------ Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 16:40:34 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Fw: WE STAND UNITED On Fri, 14 Sep 2001 13:39:29 -0500, Wendy Richards < wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK> wrote: >It's only appeared once on the Archive... I'm sorry, I should have clarified. Yes, it's only been sent once to this list, and I know that I probably came off as being really insensitive; what happened is a terrible tragedy. What I should have said is that I've lost count of the number of copies I've received of this thing in private email, and I know others have as well, because I've gotten those emails too. Since I'm posting anyway, I will add that the latest version I've received says that the time should have read 7 pm *Pacific Time*. The person who sent me the info asked permission to post, but I think the message has been well received all ready, so I'll just take the opportunity to add it onto my current post. (And thank you for asking permission. :)) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 18:42:45 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: Fw: WE STAND UNITED MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Kathy Thank you for the clarification. I had assumed it was 7pm Eastern time, but since I have two matches and two candles, I intend to light one at 7pm Eastern and one at 7pm Pacific which should be 10pm Eastern. In between I will listen to Ten tenors at prayer and write. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 18:46:01 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: Fw: WE STAND UNITED MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/14/2001 2:15:18 PM Eastern Daylight Time, kathybrown91@HOME.COM writes: > More than once? How about 27 times? :P > > Yes, I know the cause is a good one, but this thing is worse than any virus > warning I've seen. I just posted about mass distribution emails -- please > ask next time! > If one more person who wants to participate was reached, I'd say it was worth receiving a dozen more times. Little things like this are all we have right now... I'll be out there with my candle. -Crys- ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 21:59:20 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sarah Murray Subject: Re: OT: World Trade Center In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" I haven't posted on this list in a long, long time, though I know some of you from editing for the Archive and from occasional visits to IRC. I just wanted to say, because this is about the only place I can do it directly, thank you to all of the FoLCs and people in general overseas who have expressed so much sorrow and kindness for America in the past few days. I live in the Midwest, far away from any physical evidence of the attacks, and I haven't met anyone so far personally who lost anyone. I'm the managing editor for my student newspaper and so I've been working nearly nonstop on coverage and putting out the paper, plus trying to go to class, since Tuesday morning, and so I've missed most of the stories outside of the main facts and haven't really had a chance to absorb much, but one of things that has touched me most is the outpouring from other countries. I know that many people from overseas were most likely killed or injured as well, and so other countries are feeling their own sense of loss . My thoughts are with everyone who knew any victims of the attacks. I know there are a lot of uncertainties right now for everyone, but I think such a sense of community as I have seen here and elsewhere can only help. I'm still having a lot of trouble comprehending the hate that could lead to such attacks, but the aftermath has certainly shown a lot of the reverse throughout the world, and with that there's always hope for something better, even in a world without Superman :) Sorry if this is a little overboard...the writer in me needs to express some of my feelings and I'm still finding the right balance these days. Sarah Sarah Murray General Editor, Lois and Clark Fanfic Archive scmurra1@students.wisc.edu CatG on IRC