From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG0109D" ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 23:16:11 +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: OT:America Mourns MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable I wonder if I might bring this very worthy project to your attention. David McLauchlan is a personal friend of mine. He is a young Aussie=20 ex-pat living in Seattle and working for Microsoft. He is a decent thoughtful guy - and an excellent pianist. He has put=20 this project together to raise money for the victims of September 11. Knowing David, his honesty and sincerity, I heartily endorse this=20 fundraising effort.=20 Thank you Liz O Adelaide, South Australia The message is as follows: Folks: Following the tragedy in New York and Washington DC on the 11th of=20 September, last week I put together and launched a compilation CD=20 project aimed at raising money which I will donate to the American=20 Red Cross for their humanitarian effort. Through an employee benefit=20 with Microsoft, they'll be matching dollar for dollar all monies=20 raised. I put out a call in the independent music community for donations of=20 music for the album, and was swamped with over 500 submissions.I've=20 selected 14 tracks to go on an album which I've called "America=20 Mourns". There are several ways you can help - and enjoy some new=20 music at the same time. Firstly, visit: http://www.mp3.com/americamourns You can buy a regular audio CD of the album for $11.99, a NetCD of=20 the album for $8, or you can simply make a "Back the Band" donation=20 for whatever dollar figure you'd like. All details explaining how=20 these work are on the site. The music on the album ranges from=20 instrumental piano (err, that'd be me!) to "soft rock" male and=20 female vocals. All songs are original, and I've personally selected=20 all the tracks. I'm thrilled with the talent that is on this album,=20 and I'm sure you will be too. =20 If you don't want to purchase an album, just listening to the tracks=20 online does enable us to earn royalties (all artists are donating=20 100% of their proceeds however) so that too is helping. It is possible = to stream the entire album through Windows Media Player. I have had some correspondence from two people concerned that this is=20 a heartless hoax. Please rest assured that this is a project I have=20 personally instigated, it is completely legitimate, and anyone with=20 concerns can phone me directly (24/7) on (425) 705-7119 in the United=20 States. Please do me a favour and forward this email to your friends and=20 family who might also be interested in this unique way to contribute=20 to the effort out east. Thankyou all for your time and generosity. Regards, David. ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 09:27:44 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Smith Subject: Message boards MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Agh! I haven't been able to get into Zoom's boards all morning! I'm in withdrawal here! Nan ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 18:55:50 +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: FFQ: Editions and deadlines at the Planet? MIME-Version: 1.0 Another fanfic question. I seem to recall that the Daily Planet has more than one edition a day. There's certainly a morning one, for which the deadline seems to be early the previous evening - stretched to about 8:30 p.m. in special circumstances. What would the other edition(s) be, and what about the deadline(s)? If, as a purely random example , Lois knows that Superman is going off in the morning (about 9 a.m.) to deal with a bit of incoming asteroid, but she won't be able to get official confirmation immediately, by what time would she have to have all the facts confirmed in order to put an article into the afternoon (evening?) edition? Thanks for any help, Meredith -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 14:08:32 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: Message boards MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/22/01 12:26:01 PM Eastern Daylight Time, deimos1@EARTHLINK.NET writes: > > Agh! I haven't been able to get into Zoom's boards all morning! I'm > Ah, a perfect opportunity for you to write more on the stories you're working on. --Laurie (a fan) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 16:43:35 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Comments: RFC822 error: Incorrect or incomplete address field found and ignored. From: Eugene Ellison Subject: OT: Nitpicking about 'Virtually Destroyed' MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Hello everyone,=20 I was recently watching some of my L&C tapes, and I decided to = watch 'Virtually Destroyed'. Something struck me during the ep that I = hadn't noticed until recently. In the scene where Jimmy busts in on Lois = and the fake 'Clark' it was funny that Jimmy didn't notice that the fake = 'Clark' wasn't wearing glasses. Wouldn't that have clued Jimmy in that = Clark was Superman? Maybe not since Superman was outside? I don't know. = I still woulda been confused if I had been Jimmy. Maybe this can be a = fic challenge, but I'm not going to try, b/c my attempts at fic haven't = gotten very positive responses. Oh well. Have a good day everyone. :-) Love, Misty=20 ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 17:22:55 -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: FFQ: Editions and deadlines at the Planet? On Sat, 22 Sep 2001 18:55:50 +0100, Meredith Knight < meredith@PUTWET.DEMON.CO.UK> wrote: > What would the other edition(s) be, and what about the >deadline(s)? I believe we have some newspaper people on this list, so they hopefully will be able to get you good information. But from memory of their earlier posts on the subject, I think that the show played 'fast and loose' with the real world here. >From pesonal experience, I seem to remember the Detroit papers being able to get sports scores in the next morning if the games were over by 9 or 10 pm, but not if they went later. I would guess that late breaking news might be the same way? That an early evening deadline (6 pm maybe?) would apply for most morning edition stories, but in the case of important news, they could stay late and rewrite things until the night hours. In addition, I believe afternoon/evening deadlines are normally around noon in the real world, but L&C always made it look like late evening -- more like normal business hours. You get a story in by 4 or 5 pm to make the evening edition on L&C, but that's not how it works in the real newspaper game. Again, that's what I remember as an 'outsider' -- hopefully some of our newspaper experts will weigh in. But the bottom line is really that you can be flexible with your fanfic -- the show sure was. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 18:39:35 -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 21 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hi FoLCs! A new story, several new parts, a couple of completed stories, a new toc, and some new additions 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: BLACKMAIL MATERIAL COMPLETE VIGNETTE ELISABETH TULL New part(s) posted: ALL STIRRED UP: MEREDITH KNIGHT DUET: SHAYNE TERRY IMBALANCE: PHIL ATCLIFFE AND WENDY RICHARDS IN CAT'S CORNER: IRENE DUTCHAK PURPLE CHAOS II: EMILY HANSON SECOND THOUGHTS: WENDY RICHARDS SHADES OF GREY: CINDY LEUCH SISTER SWITCH: CAROL MONCADO UNDERCOVER AT BUREAU 39: SARAHLDY UNFORESEEN CONSEQUENCES: NAN SMITH Completed stories this week: LOIS AND THE PSYCHIC: RILEY NO REAL CHOICE: TANK WILSON New TOC's PHOENIX REBORN, THE: JILL Added to the Archive this week: Clark Letters, The by Various (posted under To Whom It May Concern) Facing the Pain by Bethy For Better or for Worse by Jessi Mounts Heritage by Nan Smith Phonecalls From the Edge by nerdgirl September 11 by C. Leuch 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, 22 Sep 2001 23:10:51 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: Editions and deadlines at the Planet? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'll give it a stab, based on my long ago years as a paper carrier and journalism student and what I hear from friends who work at the paper here. I imagine that there would be some differences from paper to paper, no matter what. For an afternoon paper, a normal deadline would be around noon. A late-breaking story might make it into the paper if the article got written and edited by two, but the normal deadline is around noon. Afternoon papers, in cities which still have them, typically have a "city" or "early" edition that hits the downtown newstands around 2:30 PM. The "home" edition is on the trucks by 3:00 to 3:30. Carriers are expected to have them off the street corner by 4:00 and to people's houses by 5:00 - 5:30. For a morning paper, or morning edition of a paper that has both, the deadline is usually the end of the normal business day -- 5:30 - 6:00 PM in most locales. Again, a late-breaking story could wind up making the morning edition if it were really important even if it didn't happen until early to mid evening. Sports deadlines here are around 11:00 pm, and scores can get in even later. I imagine that they put in the teams' names and just wait for the details. Stories about the games, however, have to be in around 11:00. (Periodically, a music or play reviewer will put a disclaimer in a review along these lines: "I didn't get to see the last act due to the length of the concert and my 11:00 deadline." ) Again, a really important story probably could happen until around 2 or 3 in the morning and the skeleton night staff could get it in. The papers are at the drop-off points for the carriers to pick them up by 4:00 am and must be being delivered by 5:00. And again, there is a "city" edition that comes to the newstands a bit earlier. So, it makes sense that Lois and Clark would be working till 6 most nights. There is a local radio station that advertises, "Read about it tomorrow, see it tonight, or hear about it now on ....." One last tidbit -- Papers that are owned by conglomerates such as Gannett seem to have earlier deadlines than papers that are still locally owned. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 13:40:31 +1000 Reply-To: jenerators@optushome.com.au Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jen Stosser Subject: Re: FFQ: Editions and deadlines at the Planet? In-Reply-To: <127.488e4d8.28deacbb@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Our lawnmower man has a night-job of setting the printing presses at Melbourne's Herald-Sun newspaper. He came to do our lawn on the morning of Sept 12, and complained to Joe that he'd been up all night, because their presses had been "ready to roll" with the news of Ansett (one of Australia's two domestic airlines) going belly-up, but at 10:45pm they started getting news of what was happening in NYC and then Washington. I wonder if anyone yelled out "Stop the Presses!" 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! -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU] On Behalf Of Ann E. McBride Sent: Sunday, September 23, 2001 1:11 PM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: FFQ: Editions and deadlines at the Planet? I'll give it a stab, based on my long ago years as a paper carrier and journalism student and what I hear from friends who work at the paper here. I imagine that there would be some differences from paper to paper, no matter what. For an afternoon paper, a normal deadline would be around noon. A late-breaking story might make it into the paper if the article got written and edited by two, but the normal deadline is around noon. Afternoon papers, in cities which still have them, typically have a "city" or "early" edition that hits the downtown newstands around 2:30 PM. The "home" edition is on the trucks by 3:00 to 3:30. Carriers are expected to have them off the street corner by 4:00 and to people's houses by 5:00 - 5:30. For a morning paper, or morning edition of a paper that has both, the deadline is usually the end of the normal business day -- 5:30 - 6:00 PM in most locales. Again, a late-breaking story could wind up making the morning edition if it were really important even if it didn't happen until early to mid evening. Sports deadlines here are around 11:00 pm, and scores can get in even later. I imagine that they put in the teams' names and just wait for the details. Stories about the games, however, have to be in around 11:00. (Periodically, a music or play reviewer will put a disclaimer in a review along these lines: "I didn't get to see the last act due to the length of the concert and my 11:00 deadline." ) Again, a really important story probably could happen until around 2 or 3 in the morning and the skeleton night staff could get it in. The papers are at the drop-off points for the carriers to pick them up by 4:00 am and must be being delivered by 5:00. And again, there is a "city" edition that comes to the newstands a bit earlier. So, it makes sense that Lois and Clark would be working till 6 most nights. There is a local radio station that advertises, "Read about it tomorrow, see it tonight, or hear about it now on ....." One last tidbit -- Papers that are owned by conglomerates such as Gannett seem to have earlier deadlines than papers that are still locally owned. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 23:02:02 -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: OT: Nitpicking about 'Virtually Destroyed' On Sat, 22 Sep 2001 16:43:35 -0700, Eugene Ellison < supergirl28@WORLDNET.ATT.NET> wrote: > In the scene where Jimmy busts in on Lois and the fake 'Clark' it was funny >that Jimmy didn't notice that the fake 'Clark' wasn't wearing glasses. >Wouldn't that have clued Jimmy in that Clark was Superman? I think the concensus at the time was that Jimmy wouldn't think Clark was Superman because they were both there at the same time -- it wasn't until later that Superman told Jimmy that man wasn't Clark. Now if he thought about things later at home, who knows, but at the time, he probably just was too busy being thrown around the room to care. Also, it's not just the glasses that makes Clark look like Clark -- the hair makes a huge difference, as do the clothes. I think people seeing Clark without glasses would probably think "Clark looks really different without his glasses" rather than "Clark looks like Superman without his glasses." Clark without glasses looks different from both "Clark" and "Superman". As you can see, though, you weren't alone in wondering! We used to have a lot of conversations just like this after the episodes would air. Those were the days. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 23:04:07 -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: OT: Nitpicking about 'Virtually Destroyed' On Sat, 22 Sep 2001 23:02:02 -0500, Kathy Brown wrote: it wasn't until >later that Superman told Jimmy that man wasn't Clark. Responding to my own post ... Now that I think about it, maybe Superman did tell Jimmy right away that it wasn't Clark in there, even if he looked like him. But I still think the other stuff is true -- that it's more than the glasses that makes Clark look different. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 10:54:08 +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: FFQ: Editions and deadlines at the Planet? In-Reply-To: <127.488e4d8.28deacbb@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Thanks, Ann - also Kathy and Jen. Exactly what I needed to know! :) Meredith In article <127.488e4d8.28deacbb@aol.com>, Ann E. McBride writes >For an afternoon paper, a normal deadline would be around noon. A >late-breaking story might make it into the paper if the article got written >and edited by two, but the normal deadline is around noon. -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 15:32:11 +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 29 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > Interested readers (any of those here? ) Simple answer: Yes. * spoiler * space * The Talk was (or is, since they're not done yet) good. I liked the strange being that was created when they hugged. There was some... interesting imagery there. Nic ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 18:54:40 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Bethy Em Subject: Alien Gift Apology Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed For those of you who were reading Alien Gift before I (temporarily, I hope) stopped posting, I would like to apologize. I had to move my sister and myself into the dorms, school started, and then September 11th happened, and I just haven't been able to write. I hope to get started on it again soon, and will post as quickly as I can. Feel free to nag if you want, it can't make me do any worse than I have been. ;) Bethy _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 14:58:33 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chris Carr Subject: Fanfic questions re juries This is one for any lawyer-type people out there. :) If a journalist were to discover, through not entirely legitimate means, that a jury had been paid off in a criminal trial, what could he or she do? (I'm assuming here that the jury-rigging would come to light early on in the trial.) Would the evidence she / he has be adequate to get the trial stopped, or would it be inadmissable? Who should the evidence be given to? And finally, what would happen? Would the case get thrown out? Would there be a mistrial? Or would alternate jurors be brought in? Sorry if this seems like a lot, but as you can tell I'm extremely ignorant about such things! :) If anyone can help with this, I'd be incredibly grateful! Thanks, Chris ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 14:40:31 -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: Fanfic questions re juries In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii --- Chris Carr wrote: > This is one for any lawyer-type people out there. :) > > If a journalist were to discover, through not > entirely legitimate means, > that a jury had been paid off in a criminal trial, > what could he or she do? I'm not sure about the lawyer-type stuff, but I do that by publishing the article about jury tampering, would certainly accomplish something if legal action doesn't work. Once the article's published and read, they couldn't just go on with it as if there's nothing wrong. Of course the journalist might get in trouble for discovering something in 'not entirely legitimate means.' ~Eowyn __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 23:49:20 +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: Alien Gift apology MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Bethy, no need to apologize. All of us are still feeling numb after that = dreadful day I suppose. Hope your creative juices get flowing real soon. = I liked Alien Gift so far and will be happy to see another submission = soon.=20 Ursie=20 ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 21:47:22 -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: Fanfic questions re juries On Sun, 23 Sep 2001 14:58:33 -0500, Chris Carr wrote: >If a journalist were to discover, through not entirely legitimate means, >that a jury had been paid off in a criminal trial, what could he or she do? > (I'm assuming here that the jury-rigging would come to light early on in >the trial.) Would the evidence she / he has be adequate to get the trial >stopped, or would it be inadmissable? Who should the evidence be given to? It depends which side was doing the tampering -- I think you would go to whichever lawyer is on the "losing" side. So if the defense is tampering, you would go to the district attorney. You could also go to the judge directly. As for the evidence being admissable or not, that's a good question ... if the evidence was good (obviously not made up), then the judge might use it to stop the trial, but the reporter could then also be subject to prosecution for the "not entirely legitimate means" by which it was obtained. One way around this could be for the reporter to claim that "a source" provided the documents, but there is still the risk that the judge/prosecutor would demand to know the source's identity. I suppose the reporter could lie and say they were sent the documentation annoymously, but that would mean lying about it. > And finally, what would happen? Would the case get thrown out? Would >there be a mistrial? Or would alternate jurors be brought in? My guess is that the judge would declare a mistrial and everything would start over. New jurors would be picked and additional charges could be brought against the defendent if they were found to be responsible of the original tampering. If the prosecuter was guilty of the tampering, I suppose the case could be thrown out all together, but probably only if the original charges were cast in doubt as well. The defense would surely request the charges to be dropped if the prosecutor was found to be tampering, but I'm not sure what the judge would be obligated to do if there was still enough evidence to convict even without the tampering. Oh, and just so you know, I'm not a laywer -- I just watch a lot of "The Practice". Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 21:52:31 -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: Fanfic questions re juries In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > As for the evidence being admissable or not, that's a good question ... if > the evidence was good (obviously not made up), then the judge might use it to > stop the trial, but the reporter could then also be subject to prosecution > for the "not entirely legitimate means" by which it was obtained. One way > around this could be for the reporter to claim that "a source" provided the > documents, but there is still the risk that the judge/prosecutor would demand > to know the source's identity. I suppose the reporter could lie and say they > were sent the documentation annoymously, but that would mean lying about it. If the reporter were to admit in court to using illegitmate means of obtaining the evidence, isn't there a law that protects witnesses from being incriminated by the evidence they provide while in the witness stand? I'm not sure but somehow I got the impression that witnesses were encouraged to speak freely while on the stand by having a law that prevents them from being incriminated by their own testimonies. They can still be accused of the crime, but the evidence they produce while on the witness stand is not admissible in a trial against themselves. > ... If the prosecuter was guilty of the tampering, I suppose > the case could be thrown out all together, but probably only if the original > charges were cast in doubt as well. The defense would surely request the > charges to be dropped if the prosecutor was found to be tampering, but I'm > not sure what the judge would be obligated to do if there was still enough > evidence to convict even without the tampering. Depending on how the prosecuter tampered the case, I think the Defense may be able to call it off as a "technicality". Major note, I am not a lawyer. This is simply from watching too much tv and a high school law course from 3 years ago :p Cheers, Simba ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 03:45:01 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chris Carr Subject: Re: Fanfic questions re juries Thanks very much to those people who've replied! Definitely appreciated! I have the feeling that I was / am probably on the right track with the direction I was / am going in, but it is good to have some kind of confirmation of that. I guess I can reveal that it is the people on the defense team (or their associates) who are responsible for knobbling this jury; the prosecutor is a fine, upstanding kind of guy (:)). Does that make it any easier for anyone to give me more specific answers? (I'm sure that I can work with what I've got, if not.) Thanks again, you guys! :) Chris ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 08:36:41 -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: Fanfic questions re juries MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > If the reporter were to admit in court to using illegitmate means of > obtaining the evidence, isn't there a law that protects witnesses from being > incriminated by the evidence they provide while in the witness stand? I'm > not sure but somehow I got the impression that witnesses were encouraged to > speak freely while on the stand by having a law that prevents them from > being incriminated by their own testimonies. They can still be accused of > the crime, but the evidence they produce while on the witness stand is not > admissible in a trial against themselves. Um, no. The Fifth Amendment (taking the Fifth) states that a person cannot be forced to testify against himself, so a witness can refuse to answer questions. However, if they choose to incriminate themselves, what they say is considered evidence and can be used to convict them ("you have the right to remain silent. However, if you choose to give up this right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law"). I think you're thinking of plea-bargaining, wherin a witness and the prosecutor agree that in exchange for their testimony, they will not be charged, or will be charged with a lesser offense. I believe that's similar to turning state's evidence -- lower level crooks can be granted immunity in an effort to convict the ringleader. In your particular case, Chris, I'm not sure how it would all play out, but I wanted to clear up the self-incrimination issue. Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam In God We Trust United We Stand ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 11:19:10 -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: Fanfic questions re juries On Mon, 24 Sep 2001 08:36:41 -0400, Pam Jernigan wrote: >I think you're thinking of plea-bargaining, wherin a witness and the >prosecutor agree that in exchange for their testimony, they will not be >charged, or will be charged with a lesser offense. I think Simba might have been thinking about being granted immunity in exchange for testifying. In those rare cases, the prosecutor can promise that, if a witness or potential co-defendent tell what they know, they won't be charged for their part in it. This can also be called, as Pam put it, "turning State's evidence". But it is definitely the exception rather than the rule. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 18:30:49 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Bethy Em Subject: FFQ: Funny one liners? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed I'm looking for some funny one-liners for a fic, like the ones people have used for signatures and/or forwarded jokes. Some examples (so you know what I'm looking for) are: Smile! It confuses people. What if the Hokey Pokey is *really* what it's all about? If at first you don't succeed...sky diving's not for you. Any and all contributions welcomed (except those that are too vulgar -- it's a G rated fic), public (list) or private (jextra42@hotmail.com) Bethy _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 11:49:10 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: FFQ: Funny one liners? In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Try this search out. http://google.yahoo.com/bin/query?p=%22One+liners%22+clean&hc=0&hs=0 This is the first few that popped up. http://www.joker.org/archive/One_Liners/ http://jokes.glowport.com/oneline.html http://dailey1.tripod.com/hu.html (You will need to page down for the one-liners) http://www.cleanjokespage.com/iu.html (You will need to page down for the one-liners) This is a good one. http://www.americasjoke.com/joke/oneliners/joke1.htm Hope this doesn't overload you. James --- Bethy Em wrote: > I'm looking for some funny one-liners for a > fic, like the ones people have > used for signatures and/or forwarded jokes. > > Some examples (so you know what I'm looking > for) are: > > Smile! It confuses people. > > What if the Hokey Pokey is *really* what it's > all about? > > If at first you don't succeed...sky diving's > not for you. > > Any and all contributions welcomed (except > those that are too vulgar -- it's > a G rated fic), public (list) or private > (jextra42@hotmail.com) > > Bethy > > > _________________________________________________________________ > Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ===== The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools[morally deficient people] despise wisdom and discipline. Proverbs 1:7 For the time will come when [people] will not put up with sound [teaching]. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. 2 Timothy 4:3-4 __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 21:06:38 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Bethy Em Subject: NEW: Gotcha! (1/2) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed ************************************ Gotcha! By Bethy Rated G Comments welcome, public or private. ************************************ Thanks to ShivaSaavik and ChristyL for their editing and advice. Also thanks to James for that list of one-liners. I wrote this a while ago, based on some of my experiences this summer with my cousins in California, and thought that the lighter subject matter might be appreciated right about now. :) This is just a little too long to send as one part, but it is finished, so the second part will be up in just a few minutes. On with the show! ******* Gotcha! ******* Lois exited the Daily Planet building and headed for the peaceful privacy of her Jeep. After dealing with annoying incompetents all day, most of whom didn't deserve their jobs, she was glad for a chance to be alone. As she neared the silver Cherokee, she noticed a slip of paper under the windshield wiper and stifled a groan. How could she have gotten a ticket? She was parked in the area reserved for Daily Planet employees with her Daily Planet parking pass displayed prominently on her dashboard. She grabbed the paper and angrily opened it. "Smile! It confuses people." Beside the type-written words she saw a hand drawn smiley face. Reluctantly, she allowed a slight smile to emerge. Soon she was grinning. She didn't know who put this there, but she'd be willing to bet her next Kerth that it had been Clark. The only problem was how...They'd worked together all day, and the only times they'd been apart was when they were chasing separate leads -- but they had both left and returned in her jeep, and the note hadn't been there then. And Clark was still upstairs, finishing up a sidebar on one of his articles. No matter, she'd find out soon. And then it was payback time. She grinned as she got in the jeep and headed home. * * * The next day, she found another note. "If at first you don't succeed, skydiving's not for you. And remember to smile -- it confuses people." Again, it had a hand drawn smiley face after the type-written words. For the next week, Lois found a note on her windshield almost every day. "If a man speaks in a forest, and there's no woman around, is he still wrong?" "The three major food groups: Drive-Thru, Take-Out, and Delivery." "Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?" "Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups." "What if the Hokey-Pokey really *is* what it's all about?" “If at first you don’t succeed...sky diving’s not for you.” And with each one, she was told to smile -- it confuses people. She did have to admit, she grinned when she read them, and found herself smiling even more than usual during her workdays and even when alone. Finally, one day, she caught Clark printing out a note. He wasn't obvious about it, but he made sure not to let her see it. However, before he could cover it up, she caught a glimpse of "-- it confuses peop-" A grin tried to erupt, but she fought it back. This would be no fun if he knew that she knew. As soon as Clark disappeared -- to return a video or pick up dry cleaning or some other banal task; she was in such a good mood she didn't even question his flimsy excuse -- Lois called Jimmy over. "Have you ever toilet papered someone's house?" He looked at her askance, obviously wondering where this was going. "Is this for a story?" "No." Shoot, maybe she should have told him that it was. No, then he'd be likely to mention something to Clark or Perry and she'd be found out. "No, I want to play a prank on Clark, but I've never toilet-papered anyone before. I've always wanted to try, but never got the chance, and now I want to get Clark, and I don't want to do anything destructive, or dangerous, just something funny." "Um..." Jimmy was hesitant. "Come on, Jimmy. Do you know how? You can even help me, if you want." "Are you sure Clark won't be mad?" "Of course not." She hoped. "It's just a harmless prank. He'll laugh." "Okay. First, we need a time when he's guaranteed to be out of the apartment for a long stretch of time. And we need toilet paper, obviously. And then we'll need to be able to get into the apartment before we can do anything. Do you still remember how to pick locks?" "Of course I do," she replied indignantly. "But we won't need that skill for Clark. I know where he hides his spare key. But getting him out of the place for a while... That could be a problem." "Olsen!" Perry's voice pierced their mini-conference. "I'll think about it, Lois, and get back to you later, okay?" he asked as he ran off. "Okay, Jimmy." She sat down and tried to work, but her mind kept running away, coming up with insane ideas of how to get Clark away from home. Her resolve was only strengthened when she reached her car that evening to be told to "Remember, you're unique, just like everybody else." She had no trouble obeying the order to smile -- but this time it was in anticipation. * * * Clark unlocked his apartment door Sunday night after a weekend in Kansas and thought how good it was to go home. He'd been planning to go see his parents for a while now, but Super activities kept getting in the way. Not to mention the stress of Lois's perpetually grouchy moods. He'd come up with the idea of leaving anonymous 'happy' notes on her car and was thrilled with how her attitude had brightened. He loved making her happy, but he did have to admit he was also glad that she was a little easier to work with when in a good mood. He opened the door and stepped straight into a wall of toilet paper. He broke through it easily and then stared agape at his apartment. There was toilet paper *everywhere!* Draped over furniture, taped to the ceiling and floating down, woven through tiny gaps like the lampshade. What--? Who--? Lois. He grinned. It had to be Lois. She must have discovered that he was the one leaving the notes. She couldn't be truly angry, or he would have gotten a lecture by now. Or the silent treatment. No, she was having fun with him. He began plowing through the whiteness toward the kitchen as his mind began formulating a plan to get back at her. Because of course, she had to realize that this meant war. * * * Lois decided to be 'nice' and pick Clark up the next morning for work. She knocked on his door, eagerly anticipating the sight of his toilet papered apartment and the playful frustration she'd see on his face. She was disappointed. Clark opened the door with a cheery grin on his face -- and a perfectly clean apartment behind him. How had he managed to do that? Her thoughts were indignant -- she and Jimmy had taken almost three hours to do their work, and she knew he hadn't returned until late the night before. Cleaning up was always harder than making the mess; how had he found the time to clean it already? She looked at him suspiciously. He didn't mention the scene he'd found at all, and acted as if nothing were wrong. "You want to come in for a minute?" "Uh...no, no thanks. We'd better get going." Something was going on, but she couldn't figure out what just now. If she didn't know better, she'd think Clark hadn't even seen the toilet papering. But she and Jimmy were the only ones who'd known about it, and he'd gone out for ice cream in celebration with her afterwards. There was no time for him to have cleaned up the mess. And she certainly hadn't. A light bulb went off. He knew it had been her! And so he was denying her the pleasure of seeing his reaction! She grinned in pleasure. She had got him, but good! * * * Clark waited three days to get Lois back. It was worth the torture of waiting just to see Lois in her paranoia. She was careful opening drawers, cautious turning on her computer, and wary whenever she approached her car. He wanted to wait until she fully let down her guard, but knew his patience wouldn't last that long. So after three days, he cornered Jimmy while she was busy. "Jimmy, I need you to do me a favor." "Sure, CK. What do you need?" He looked back toward their desk space to make sure Lois was still occupied. "Lois pulled a prank on me and now I want to get her back." Was it his imagination, or did Jimmy look uncomfortable? He wouldn't have thought Jimmy would be the type to be uncomfortable with pranks. Maybe he was worried it would get out of hand. "Don't worry, I don't want to do anything dangerous. Just funny and maybe slightly annoying." By now Jimmy was grinning and nodding his head. "Okay, what do you have in mind?" Quickly, Clark outlined his plan and then they both smothered their laughter. "When do you want to do this?" "This afternoon, before she leaves work." * * * Three days. It had been three days and still no retribution from Clark. Lois was beginning to think something had gone wrong and he hadn't found the toilet papering after all. Then, Wednesday evening when she exited the Planet, she knew he'd struck. Her mouth dropped open as she saw her jeep. She stopped in her tracks and simply laughed. *Well, I guess I have to admit, he did a good job,* she thought to herself. Her jeep was covered in Saran wrap. Criss-crossed, back and forth, it wove around the entire car. And underneath the Saran wrap were balloons. As she got closer, she realized the balloons had writing on them. "GOTCHA!" the one closest to her proclaimed. *Yes, Clark, you did. But you just wait, I'll get you back, and even better.* Still grinning, she set about uncovering her car so that she could go home and plan her attack. * * * Lois decided that since Clark seemed to have had fun with the Saran wrap, one good turn deserved another. She made a quick trip to the grocery store on the way home and picked up a few rolls. The next morning, she grabbed Jimmy. "I need you to help me again." "With what?" She gave him a withering look and he started almost imperceptibly. "Oh, that. Okay," he sighed, "What are you planning?" She summed up her plan, similar to toilet papering, but much more subtle, and finished with, "Clark's covering Superman's speech tonight. It'll be the perfect time to get him. Meet me at his apartment at 7:15, okay?" She didn't even wait for an answer before heading back to work. * * * Clark sighed with relief as he finally headed home. He hated making speeches, especially as Superman. And he really hated accepting awards. He had to appear properly humble and grateful, without seeming false. He decided to use the front door tonight, not even thinking about the current prank war between him and Lois. He assumed that she, like him, would want to wait a few days in order to let the tension build. He was wrong. The first thing he saw was a large, multi-colored sign hanging on the door. "Darling, please reconsider your decision. If you don't marry me, I'll just *DIE!!!* XOXOXOXO Forever Your Dearest Love, Beulah" He grinned as pulled it off. This was Lois's idea of retaliation? He had to admit it was funny, but he expected so much more from her. Still laughing, he opened the door. And walked into an invisible wall that conformed to his body and moved with him, but refused to let him through. Saran wrap! Now this was more like it! Lois was obviously using his own methods against him. He poked a finger through to make a hole and quickly tore the rest of the obstruction away. Once inside he found that the cling wrap had been taped above the doorjamb, then stretched tightly to the floor, where it was again taped. *Pretty good trick,* he thought. *Now, what can I do to top that?* He saw the message light blinking near the phone and pushed play. "Mr. Kent? This is Mrs. Billings, your neighbor." He knew her. Sweet old woman, living alone after her husband died and her children established their own lives. Sometimes he saw her when getting mail, and they would stop to chat. "I just wanted you to know, I saw that note on your door. Don't you know it's not nice to leave a lady hanging like that? I'm very disappointed in you. I thought you were made of better stuff." He saved the message -- he was sure Lois would get a laugh out of it, too. He lost himself in thought as he headed toward the bedroom, only to walk into another invisible wall. This time he laughed out loud before he forced his way through. Since she had used the Saran wrap against him, he would play along with the wedding plans. This time it was his turn to use her own tactic against her. He'd just have to talk to Jimmy tomorrow and they'd be all set to go. * * * TBC in part 2 _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 21:15:42 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Bethy Em Subject: NEW: Gotcha! (2/2) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed ************************************ Gotcha! By Bethy Rated G Comments welcome, public or private. ************************************ Previously: He lost himself in thought as he headed toward the bedroom, only to walk into another invisible wall. This time he laughed out loud before he forced his way through. Since she had used the Saran wrap against him, he would play along with the wedding plans. This time it was his turn to use her own tactic against her. He'd just have to talk to Jimmy tomorrow and they'd be all set to go. * * * Part Two: Lois got frustrated as Jimmy refused to shut up. Clark had just left for the day and she was ready to go home, too. "So I really don't know what to do now, Lois," he said, finishing up an incredibly long narrative about his latest girlfriend problems. "I mean, I think I really like her this time, but she's really pushing for commitment and I'm not positive I'm ready for the steps she's hinting at. What do you think I should do?" She tried to be sympathetic, really she did. It was just that Jimmy thought he 'really liked' half the girls he met. What could she say in the face of that? "I'd say to take it slow. If you really love each other, it will endure the test of time. I know that sounds clichéd, and maybe it is, but that's the best advice I can offer. And now," she gathered her papers and grabbed her coat, "I've really got to go. I'll see you tomorrow!" she called over her shoulder as she made her getaway. She was sure it wouldn't be too long before Clark retaliated, and she wanted to have her next prank planned and ready to go. But, with the way he waited last time, she figured she had a few days at least. Nope. She had to laugh as she saw her jeep. She guessed it was only fair that, since she was being consistent with getting his apartment, it made sense that he was consistent with her jeep. Soap writing was across the front windshield, side windows, and back. Balloons had been tied to the rearview mirrors, and a string of soda pop cans trailed behind the back bumper. A sign posted above the bumper proclaimed "JUST MARRIED!" and she found a tiny note written across the bottom. "Your note convinced me and now the answer's yes." She found a piece of tissue in order to clear the front enough to drive and then headed home, laughing at the odd looks she kept getting from other drivers. * * * "Jimmy, I really need your help this time." She didn't even wait until he had taken off his coat to catch Jimmy. He looked uncomfortable, but she ignored it. "Clark got me back Friday night and I want to get him today. No waiting. Can you manage to come up with an excuse to leave today? If Perry gets mad, I'll take the blame, but I want to do this so it's ready when Clark goes home tonight." She worked at her desk for a while, then made the excuse of needing to meet a source in order to leave. She caught Jimmy's eye and indicated the elevator. "My jeep, now," she mouthed. This was going to be too easy. * * * This time when Clark opened the door, he was cautious as he entered. The weekend had been calm, but Lois had disappeared for a long stretch that day, and when she returned she had seemed absolutely exhausted. She said she was meeting a source, but he'd never seen her that worn out from a simple meeting before. No, he had a sneaking suspicion that he would find something...out of place. Door checked out fine. Stairs were okay. And then his gaze traveled up to the view of the main room. Holy cow. He walked slowly around to survey her handiwork. It was no surprise that she had been so tired, because it didn't look like she had left even one piece of furniture untouched. The TV was in the kitchen, his bed in the living room, his couch in the bedroom. Not to mention the pictures that were upside down, the dishes in his closet and the trophies underneath the bathroom sink. And instead of his favorite picture of Lois, a grinning ape with a chocolate smeared mouth had been carefully placed in the frame. Naturally, Lois would pick a picture with chocolate. He'd have to think a while to figure out how to retaliate this time. Since Lois had put so much time and effort into this project, he didn't want to let her down in return. He'd have to come up with a doozy of a plan. * * * Lois was happy. She was having a blast with this prank war, she was still getting happy notes on her car, and it was Friday and Clark still hadn't come up with a response to her latest job! She was the champion! "Morning, Clark," she chirped as he entered the newsroom. "Good morning, Lois," he replied and she grinned at his wary tone. He never knew which way to take it when she was in such a good mood. Good; keep him on his toes. She tried to think of a way to subtly get him to concede defeat, but didn't want to force it. She wanted him to admit it on his own. It was more gratifying that way. A few hours later she noticed Clark pull Jimmy aside and speak with the younger man discreetly. She wondered what that was all about. Was Clark trying to scoop her? No, her mind immediately decided, Clark would never do that to her. There was a day when she would have expected it, because she would have expected it of anyone. But now she knew better than that. Clark would never intentionally hurt her or anyone else. She settled in to her work and resolved to hound Clark later about his 'secret meeting.' But by the end of the day, she'd forgotten. She went home, had a nice, relaxed evening (for once), and even got some work done on her novel. She knew that if she were serious about writing, she needed a set schedule of when to write, not just when inspiration struck, but with writing all day at work, she often didn't feel like it at home. Not to mention her usual load of...distractions. So the next morning she was rested and eager to face the day. Maybe today she could get Clark to admit defeat. Then she remembered it was Saturday. She wouldn't see Clark again until Monday. Barring any emergencies at work, of course. Oh, well, she desperately needed to go grocery shopping and pick up her dry cleaning. She could do that, and then maybe *casually* stop over at Clark's and subtly gloat. Unfortunately, she left her apartment to find her beloved jeep jacked up. Literally. All four tires had been removed (and neatly stacked underneath), the front sitting on blocks and the back still on jacks. *Ooh, Clark, I'm gonna get you!* was her happily angered thought. She was happy because now the war would go on. And she'd have another chance to best Clark. Unfortunately, she still had the immediate problem to deal with. While she was perfectly capable of putting the tires back on, it would be a time consuming process. Since Clark had been the one 'smart' enough to take them off, she'd just have to make him help her put them back on. It wasn't too long of a walk to his apartment. She'd just drop by there first. * * * She knocked on his door and smiled a cheery grin when he answered. "Good morning, Clark! How are you doing on this beautiful day?" She barged past him without waiting for an invitation and headed toward the kitchen, where she could smell something delicious. "Ooh, what are you cooking? And can I have some?" Lois barely heard his, 'Sure, help yourself," before she plunged on. They served themselves and sat down as she talked. "Guess what I found this morning?" Clark put forth an innocent face and she nodded in satisfaction. "That's right, I found my car jacked up. Literally!" He smothered a laugh. "Now, I could put the tires back on myself." She practically dared him to argue. "But, I decided that it would make a nice, fun project for us to do *together.* What do you think? After all," she dropped the bomb, "I'm sure you had so much fun taking them off that you would have just as much putting them on." She smiled sweetly. His eyebrows went up. "Does this mean you're admitting defeat?" She snorted. "Heck, no. Just you wait. I'll come up with a wonderful plan and Jimmy and I will get you better than ever." "Jimmy?" "Yeah, Jimmy. You know, the guy we work with? What, you think I moved all your furniture by myself?" *Not that I couldn't,* Lois thought to herself in defense. *It was just faster with Jimmy.* "No, I guess I didn't really think about it. But..." "But what?" "Well," he hesitated, "Jimmy's kind of been helping me, too. I didn't know he was helping you when I asked him and I guess..." "You mean that Jimmy's been helping both sides? That traitor! Ooh, just wait 'till I get my hands on him. That punk! That jerk!" Clark just sat there and let her rant. When she reached a breaking point, he cut in. "I have an idea." Startled, Lois looked at him questioningly. She'd almost forgotten that Jimmy had been a traitor to both of them. "What?" "What do you say we get him back?" Clark grinned mischievously. "Oh?" She liked this idea. "What did you have in mind?" "Well, first we go put the tires back on your jeep. Then," he leaned forward and detailed his idea. Lois made a few suggestions, they coordinated their watches, and set off to get Jimmy back. * * * "Hey, Jimmy," Clark said into the phone. "Hey, CK, what's up?" "I was just wondering if you'd like to come over and watch the game. From what I've heard, it should be a close one, and it's more fun to watch those with a friend." He and Jimmy had been getting closer during this prank war, so Clark figured it wouldn't seem too out of the blue for him to invite Jimmy over like this. "Yeah, give me a minute and I'll be right over." Jimmy sounded pleasantly surprised. "Want me to bring anything?" "Nah," Clark answered. "Just yourself." *And your car,* he thought to himself with a grin. When Jimmy arrived, he found chips, colas and freshly made brownies. "Man, I'm coming to your place to watch the game more often!" he joked. "Sure," Clark replied, watching carefully as Jimmy shed his jacket, complete with keys in a pocket. "Why don't I hang that up for you?" He hung it up, discreetly pocketing the keys. The game started and soon both men were engrossed. At one point, during a commercial break, Clark got up to refill the chip bowl. "Want anything while I'm up?" he called from the kitchen. He heard Jimmy's negative even as he snuck over to the window to slip the keys to Lois. "Phase One complete. Now the fate of the mission rests on you." They grinned at each other before Lois slipped away and Clark returned to the game. A while later, Jimmy's pager went off. Both Clark and Jimmy looked up, startled. "What was that?" Clark asked, knowing full well the answer. "My pager," Jimmy sighed. "Just a sec. Can I use your phone?" "Sure." Clark watched as Jimmy dug the pager from his jacket pocket, frowned at the unfamiliar number, and then punched it into the phone. "Jimmy Olsen. You paged me?" A pause. "The what?" Another pause, and then incredulity. "I don't know what you're talking about! My car is definitely *not* for sale!" He listened again. "Look, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but it's no longer for sale." This time, his tone was apologetic, even kind. "That's all right, I'm sorry for your trouble. Thanks. Good-bye." Before Jimmy could hang up, Clark developed a sudden, pressing need to go to the bathroom. Almost as soon as Jimmy was off the phone, Clark heard his pager go off again. *This is almost better than we planned!* After a few minutes, he came back out and casually asked Jimmy who had paged him, all the while smothering his grin. "You won't believe this, CK! Some wacko took my car and put a for sale sign on it! Now I'm getting all these pages of people wanting to buy it!" Clark wanted to laugh out loud. Jimmy didn't even suspect him! "I'm sorry. Do you want to go pick it up?" "I can't," Jimmy said morosely. "I don't know where it is." "What do you mean?" "Well, the first caller wanted the car on the corner of Stevenson and Main, the second wanted the car on the corner of Blakely and Spencer, and the third said it was in the parking lot of the CostMart off of I-75!" *Lois, you are a genius!* Poor Jimmy remained distracted through the rest of the game. He kept getting calls, and with each one, he found a new location for his car. Finally, it seemed Lois took pity on him. Jimmy got a page, and this time, the caller inquired about the car parked on Clinton Street. "Clark! This time it's on your street! Help me look for it, please?" "Sure." Clark grinned -- he knew exactly where it was. They walked out of Clark's apartment to see Jimmy's car, parked exactly where he left it. The top was down and Lois grinned over at the men. In unison, Lois and Clark chorused, "GOTCHA!" The End _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 16:56:38 -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: Gotcha! (2/2) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit LOL!!!!! Poor Jimmy - caught in the middle without really wanting to be and then getting it himself! Thanks Bethy! CM(Who would love more Alien Gift soon!) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 15:30:35 -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 7?/ MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Unforeseen Consequences Part 7/? by Nan Smith Perry looked around at the sound of a key in the front door. When Lois and Clark entered, he set his slice of pizza onto the saucer he had appropriated for the purpose and got to his feet. "Hi, kids." Clark glanced slowly around and raised his eyebrows. "Hi, Chief. Mind if we join the party?" Perry chuckled. "Help yourself. Sandi bought pizza for the kids and we're finishing off the leftovers." Clark glanced at Lois. "Do you mind, honey?" Lois shook her head, a surprised expression on her face. "No. Any of that pepperoni left?" "Right here." Sandi moved forward. "Would you like me to heat it up for you?" Sandi, Perry was aware, undoubtedly knew very well the problem Lois was having with her "afternoon morning sickness", in spite of the fact that Sandi was still on maternity leave. If she could handle pepperoni pizza, it was all to the good. "No, I think I'd like it better cold." Lois accepted a slice and took a large bite. "Do you want to introduce us to your friend, Perry?" she asked through the mouthful, nodding at Linda. "Sure." Perry turned to her. The little girl was sitting quietly on the loveseat between CJ and Wyatt. The two boys somehow managed to give the impression of a pair of bodyguards so strongly that that he had to hide a smile. "Linda, these are Clark Kent and Lois Lane, CJ's mother and father. Clark, Lois, I'd like you to meet Linda Lennox. Linda was the person those two characters wanted. We haven't any idea why." Clark nodded. Perry saw him looking closely at the child's face, a slight frown on his. He walked slowly across the carpet to her. "Hello, Linda. I'm glad to meet you. I see you already know CJ." "Hi." Her voice was almost inaudible. Clark extended a hand and solemnly shook hers. "Jim already told me a little about what happened to you when he phoned me. We're going to try to find out what's going on. Superman has been doing some checking on those guys who were after you. He told me we need to find your mom so we can help protect her from them, too. Can you tell us her name?" Perry watched, marveling at Clark's ability to connect with Linda. She was smiling timidly at him. "Okay." She looked first at CJ, who smiled encouragingly and gave her a small nod. "Her name is Carolyn. Carolyn Abernathy." "And, what's your address?" Linda gave it. Perry looked at Jim and Henderson and shook his head. Henderson chuckled. "I wish we'd had you working for us when I was on the force, Clark." "Linda," Clark said, "why don't you and the guys here go to the kids' playroom, upstairs. Wyatt and CJ will show you where it is. We'll get hold of your mom and tell her where you are. We don't want those guys to find out you're here, so we're going to go about this very carefully. Okay?" "Okay," she said. CJ and Wyatt got up and CJ pulled her hand. "Come on, Linda. It's gonna be all right. My mom and dad will fix things." The three children headed for the stairs. Clark settled onto the loveseat they had occupied and tugged Lois down beside him. He murmured something to her, and Perry saw her nod. "How did the appointment go?" Jim asked. "Everything all right?" Lois swallowed a last mouthful of the pizza slice and began to unwind the bandage from her arm. "If you consider the fact that they practically drained me of blood, yeah, I guess so." She examined the bruised mark on her arm. "The technician missed the vein twice. When this is all over, I intend to have a few words with Bernie Klein." Perry saw Clark make a face. "I'm sorry, honey." "Why? It wasn't your fault." She sighed. "I guess we might as well come clean. There's more than one baby." "Twins?" Perry was honestly delighted. "That's great!" "No," Clark said. "Triplets." There was a moment's silence. "Three?" Jim said at last. "Wow. Way to go, CK...and Lois," he added after a moment. Henderson gave one of his sardonic grins. "It figures, Lois. I've never once known you and Clark to do anything the easy way. Congratulations." "Yeah," Lois said. "Well, be that as it may, we'll worry about it later. Right now, we have another problem. Do you guys remember Bureau 39?" The name sounded familiar. Perry wrinkled his brow, trying to recall. "Bureau 39--not that bunch of crazies that thought Superman was an invader?" "That's the bunch," Clark said. "They're back. According to Superman, the two guys chasing you were from that lot--he recognized them." "Oh, man!" Jim said. "I thought they'd disappeared when their boss, Trask, was killed." "They've got a new boss," Clark said. "None other than Colonel Cash, formerly of the U.S. Army. From what Superman overheard, he's been involved with Bureau 39 for quite a while--at least since the New Kryptonian invasion. He may even have tried to kill Superman along with Nor--at least that's what he seemed to be hinting at." "Well, at least it's nice to know all the nuts are in one package," Henderson said, dryly. "Cash was court-martialed and given a dishonorable discharge. I made it a point to be present at his trial. I wonder if the Army knows where he is, now?" "Might be worth making a few inquiries," Perry said. "It never hurts to let the bosses in Washington know what their field agents are doing--if he's even with the government anymore. Trask was a renegade and the boys upstairs didn't realize it until he killed Johnson, after Trask's bunch invaded the Planet that day. I wonder if they have any idea what Cash is up to, now?" "I've still got plenty of friends in the MPD," Henderson said. "I can probably get them to make a few inquiries. What did they want little Linda for, Clark?" "That's a good question," Clark said. "They were talking about aliens and Linda being part of an invasion force. Superman said he thinks they've gone completely around the bend, but they're after her mother, so we need to warn her. They apparently are waiting for us to return Linda to her so they can grab her again. Also, Chief, they recognized you as one of the two who helped Linda get away, and they got your license, Jim. They'll know who you are soon, if they don't already. I already called Alice to let her know what happened, but it might not be a bad idea if you two were to stay alert until we can figure this out. Superman said he was going to keep an eye on you, but he can't be everywhere." Perry nodded. "You're right about that. I better get home as soon as I can." Henderson got to his feet, limping slightly. The damage to his leg that had tied him to a desk at the department was never really a severe hindrance to him, but rules were rules. He'd retired voluntarily at thirty years, gone from there to a spot on the Metropolis City Council, and now, as the Deputy Mayor, was looking for the top billing in the next election campaign when the current mayor announced his retirement. Personally, Perry thought the citizens of Metropolis didn't know how fortunate they would be if William Henderson became the Mayor and fully intended for the Daily Planet to soundly endorse his campaign. "I think I'd better take you, Perry," Henderson said. "If anyone tries to stop you, it might make them think twice if I'm there. Just let me make a call to some friends of mine." While Henderson made his call, Perry turned to Jim and Sandi. "You two better be careful, too. Jim can tell you about these Bureau 39 nutcases, Sandi. They're obsessed with the idea that they're here to protect Earth from little green men from Mars. You better have a good story for them, if any of them come calling." "What did you say? Repeat that, please...." Henderson's voice was suddenly sharp, interrupting their conversation. He listened for a few seconds and then spoke. "I'll be over there shortly, Pete. I know a few things about the situation that you don't. Right. See you." He put down the receiver carefully. "What's the matter?" Lois asked after a startled moment. "If the Bureau 39 guys come around asking questions, you can tell them you turned her over to the MPD, who are investigating her kidnapping by her stepfather," Henderson said, looking a little grim. "Her mother's at headquarters now, in hysterics. Apparently the stepfather was found floating in the river half an hour ago. He'd been shot. They've arrested the mother on suspicion of murder." ********** CJ and Wyatt escorted Linda Lennox up the stairs to the Kent kids' playroom. CJ could still hear the adults talking downstairs, and was just as happy that Linda couldn't hear them. What they were talking about was scary. There was a group that might work for the government that thought Superman was an invader, and thought Linda was, too? What kind of nuts could they possibly be? He looked at Linda, and something in his gut clenched up at the thought of anyone trying to hurt her. He still wasn't sure what had happened when he walked into the kitchen and saw her. She was thin and delicate, with red hair and freckles, and had looked scared to death. Then she'd looked up and met his eyes with her big, blue ones, and it was as if some invisible fist had hit him a sharp clip in the stomach. He'd realized suddenly that he was looking at the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. Normally, CJ regarded girls as one of those unavoidable annoyances that he had to put up with, but in that instant, he'd only wanted to stop her being scared, and to help protect her any way he could. He hadn't been able to do much, but she'd seemed to trust him, and that made him want to do more to help her. He'd been awfully glad when his mother and father walked in. He had a lot of faith in his mom and dad--not just because Dad was Superman, but because they were Lane and Kent of the Daily Planet. In the last few weeks, because of his new knowledge of who Superman really was, he'd done a little research on the Internet about the things his parents had done over the years. It had been a revelation to him. He'd always thought of them as just Mom and Dad; he'd been stunned at all the things he'd found out about them. He'd heard in school about how Superman had fought Lord Nor hand-to-hand for the people of Earth. It was a new sensation to realize that it had been his dad who had done that and that he had risked his life to save all of Earth from the New Kryptonians. His mom and dad together had almost single-handedly brought down Intergang five years ago and the list went on. He'd just about decided he wanted to be an investigative reporter like them when he grew up--and maybe a superhero like Dad as well. In the meantime, though, he was going to help Linda as much as he could, even if that was just by staying with her until Mom and Dad sorted this mess out. The children's playroom was actually the half of the attic near the back of the townhouse that his parents--actually, mostly Dad--had rigged up for them to use a couple of years ago. Mom had complained that she couldn't hear herself think when the three older kids were fighting over the computer in the den and Jimmy had a videotape going in the living room. They now had the small television that Dad had formerly kept in the kitchen in the corner of the playroom, and the four different game systems were hooked to it. He and Uncle Jim had put it together one Saturday, CJ recalled. Uncle Jim sure knew a lot about that kind of thing. There were a couple of bookcases with all the kids' books, lots of board games, and Dad had promised that in a couple of months, when he and Mom replaced the family computer with a new one, they would let the kids have the old one for games and homework. Marta was already there and so were Jonny and Jimmy, when Linda, Wyatt and CJ arrived. She was playing Tetris VI, which took speed, coordination and tight concentration. CJ had beaten it last year and hadn't understood what many of his friends thought was so hard about it, although now he wondered if the beginnings of his super powers might not explain the ease with which he had beaten it. Marta was on level 21 and still going strong. "Not bad," he remarked casually, in passing. Marta didn't even turn her head. CJ knew better than to bother her right now, if he didn't want her to make his life miserable later. His sister was a major pain a lot of the time, but he had to give her credit for one thing; he'd back her against any guy in the world who tried to make trouble for her. Marta knew how to take care of herself. Dad said she reminded him of Lois when he'd first met her, and CJ had no trouble at all believing him. The only thing that puzzled him was why Wyatt thought she was so cool. Most of the time, he had no more use for girls than CJ did. Linda stopped to watch Marta play, not making a sound. After several minutes, with only the cheerful music of the game to break the silence, Marta hit pause and turned her head. "Hi," she said. "Want to play after me?" Linda hesitated. "I've never played it," she said, clearly longing to try. "I'll show you how," Marta said, prosaically. "Just watch me some more. After I miss, you can start on a lower level." "Okay." Linda turned to look at CJ, who found himself nodding encouragingly. "Watch her," he said, surprising himself. "She's good." Wyatt was already settling down on the floor to watch as well. CJ stood for a moment, then drifted quietly over to the door again and leaned over the railing, listening to the adults, two floors below. "I guess we better get over there and try to straighten things out," Uncle Perry was saying. "It wouldn't hurt to have Superman tell them what he knows, too." "You can bet those goons know where she is," his mom was saying. "They might have even set it up. You better leave Linda here with Sandi and me while you three go. Clark, you find Superman and send him over, too." Henderson's voice broke in. "Keep Linda out of sight, whatever you do, Lois. I'll work things out with the guys at the precinct. You know," he added, "I figured that once I was off the force, I wouldn't get mixed up in this kind of thing anymore. I guess I was wrong. It's good to get back on the job again, even if it's just for a little while." "No problem, Bill." CJ thought his dad sounded amused. "We'll be glad to get you into trouble any time you like. We always seem to be able to find it pretty easily." "I always said the two of you were trouble magnets..." The sentence was punctuated by the closing of the front door. ********** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 18:43:43 -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 7?/ MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Excellent as always Nan, though it seems that *my* theory on the CJ/Linda connection was wrong :(. Oh well! Glad Henderson's around to help! More soon! CM ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 20:27:51 -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: Gotcha! (2/2) Very, very cute, Bethy!! This was a wonderful diversion. I kept laughing harder with each prank -- moving Clark's furniture and the "just married" decorations were especially hilarious! Keep it up -- I'm really enjoying these fun stories from you. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 21:34:04 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Natascha Kortum Subject: Re: NEW: Gotcha! (2/2) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed LOL, Bethy! Thank you so much for sharing! That was hilarious! :)))))) Natascha (still chuckling) _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 21:33:25 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: NEW: Gotcha! (2/2) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I liked this a lot. What we all needed Bethy. merry ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 05:19:29 -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: Gotcha! (1/2) In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii This was a lot of fun to read this morning! Thanks for sharing. I LOL'ed as I read it. Irene :) ===== sirenegold@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 06:34:48 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Karen Jury Subject: Re: Tempus Fugitive MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hey Everyone... I've been busy, etc. and am almost caught up with L and C posts, but I had to stop and reply to part of this message when I saw that no one else had. Kathy, Tempus Fugitive wasn't shown out of order. It's the 18th episode of the 2nd season (it helps having my handy list of episode titles in old messages in my mailbox). That explains why Whine Whine Whine was on today. I just had to clear that up. I hope to participate more as I get caught up with all the posts. :) Karen Jury __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 08:47:12 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Marilyn Puett Subject: Re: Tempus Fugitive Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Something was shown out of order -- or at least something was skipped because we didn't get to see Lucky Leon or Resurrection. I use TV Now to keep track of what's going to be on for Dean and Teri. And their schedule through October 31 shows something entirely different from what TNT's schedule shows (TV now has the eps listed in order -- TNT's schedule is what's actually going on). Marilyn AKA Supermom >From: Karen Jury >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: Re: Tempus Fugitive >Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 06:34:48 -0700 > >Hey Everyone... > >I've been busy, etc. and am almost caught up with L >and C posts, but I had to stop and reply to part of >this message when I saw that no one else had. Kathy, >Tempus Fugitive wasn't shown out of order. It's the >18th episode of the 2nd season (it helps having my >handy list of episode titles in old messages in my >mailbox). That explains why Whine Whine Whine was on >today. > >I just had to clear that up. I hope to participate >more as I get caught up with all the posts. :) > >Karen Jury > > >__________________________________________________ >Do You Yahoo!? >Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! >Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 09:54:56 -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: Tempus Fugitive On Tue, 25 Sep 2001 06:34:48 -0700, Karen Jury wrote: >Kathy, >Tempus Fugitive wasn't shown out of order. It's the >18th episode of the 2nd season (it helps having my >handy list of episode titles in old messages in my >mailbox). That explains why Whine Whine Whine was on >today. Thanks, Karen. But actually, it was shown out of order -- TNT skipped Return of the Prankster, Lucky Leon, and Resurrection because they felt they all had terrorist/bombing plots which would be inappropriate given what's going on in the world right now. They also skipped Target Jimmy Olsen which normally comes between Tempus Fugitive and Whine Whine Whine. Next time, I would imagine they'll run things in order again, but for now, there were, in fact, several episodes missing. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 10:52:52 -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: Fanfic Question: Flying MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi all :) Does anyone remember when it was that Clark started to fly? I can't remember. And what age was it that Martha told Lois (in 'WHALTTA') that Clark was beginning to get "really, really strong"? Thanks! 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, 25 Sep 2001 09:02:23 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: Fanfic Question: Flying In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Flying:18 Really strong: 15 +/- 1 year (maybe) James --- Erin Klingler wrote: > Hi all :) > > Does anyone remember when it was that Clark > started to fly? I can't > remember. And what age was it that Martha told > Lois (in 'WHALTTA') that > Clark was beginning to get "really, really > strong"? > > Thanks! > > 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." > __________________ ===== The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools[morally deficient people] despise wisdom and discipline. Proverbs 1:7 For the time will come when [people] will not put up with sound [teaching]. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. 2 Timothy 4:3-4 __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 11:05:38 -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: Re: Fanfic Question: Flying Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed In Just Say Noah, Clark says that he started flying in high school. That could fall anywhere between ages 15 and 18, though, so.... I don't remember any other references to when he started to fly (tho they did talk about other powers developing in Chip off the Old Clark). Hope that helps some. GO CYCLONES! Cindy Leuch isuleuch@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 11:09:10 -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: Fanfic Question: Flying In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thanks James and Cindy! I appreciate it. :) A thought, though: >>Flying:18 >>Really strong: 15 +/- 1 year (maybe) >>James Hmmm, for some reason, I was thinking Martha said "13," but I could be wrong. It wouldn't be the first time. Can anyone remember her speech? I guess I could pull out my tape to verify... Cindy answered: > In Just Say Noah, Clark says that he started flying in high school. That > could fall anywhere between ages 15 and 18, though, so.... I > don't remember > any other references to when he started to fly (tho they did talk about > other powers developing in Chip off the Old Clark). > > Hope that helps some. It helps a lot, thanks! :) I was hoping that when Clark, in the ep "JSN," said "he'd been flying since high school" it didn't mean 18, or my story won't work. :P Between 15 and 18 would work great. 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, 25 Sep 2001 09:16:25 -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: Re: Fanfic Question: Flying MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Martha told Lois in WHALTTA that he'd made up his mind not to tell anyone about himself when he was 13 "when he started to get strong--really, *really* strong", as near as I remember the quote. Nan Cindy Leuch wrote: > In Just Say Noah, Clark says that he started flying in high school. That > could fall anywhere between ages 15 and 18, though, so.... I don't remember > any other references to when he started to fly (tho they did talk about > other powers developing in Chip off the Old Clark). > > Hope that helps some. > > GO CYCLONES! > Cindy Leuch > isuleuch@hotmail.com > > _________________________________________________________________ > Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 12:15:52 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: Re: Fanfic Question: Flying MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/25/01 12:04:01 PM Eastern Daylight Time, mr_d8a@YAHOO.COM writes: > Flying:18 > Yes to the flying. I think the really strong was more like 13... -Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 17:59:30 +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 8/10? In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 All Stirred Up Chapter 7 : Two Plus Two Plus Two Equals... Lois snapped all the locks on her front door shut and fastened the chain. Then she dropped her bag on the floor, cast herself face down on the couch, closed her eyes, and finally let herself relive that kiss. That glorious, amazing, soul-shattering kiss. The mere memory made her tingle all over, left her breathing heavily and her heart beating fast. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and sat up. She doubled her legs up and hugged her knees, resting her chin on them as she sorted through the events and discoveries of the last day. Superman had demonstrated conclusively that he was attracted to her. But that didn't necessarily mean that he wasn't having some sort of relationship with Clark. He could be bisexual. It could even be normal for Kryptonians - who could say? If he and Clark were... lovers... and at the same time he was attracted to Lois, he could be feeling very guilty about it. That could explain why he was repressing his memories of Clark. And she of all people ought to be able to sympathise with him... It was time to face up to the fact she had been refusing to think about ever since she had admitted it to Superman last night. She was attracted to Clark. In love with Clark? No, that couldn't be true, because she was equally strongly attracted to Superman, and she couldn't be in love with two men at the same time... could she? Turbulent emotions - confusion, guilt, panic - came bubbling to the surface, and Lois leapt to her feet and started to pace. How long had she been harbouring these feelings for Clark? Well, to be honest, the physical attraction had been there since the very start. (Once again the image of a lean, muscular body clad only in a towel obtruded, and once again she thrust it away.) But it had been easy to ignore. Lois Lane, dedicated careerwoman, well on the way to the top of her chosen profession, didn't trust men and didn't need them in her life. Only somehow, in the intervening months, Clark had snuck past her carefully-constructed defences. She did trust him, both as a partner and as a friend; and although she wouldn't go so far as to say she needed him, she had discovered how enjoyable it was to work with him. The few leisure hours they had spent together had been equally pleasurable. Clark had seen some of her least endearing qualities - her competitiveness, her sharp tongue, her bad temper - and they didn't seem to worry him. He was intelligent, witty, charming and, to quote Cat Grant, a "really cute guy". By any normal standards, if you left Superman out of the equation, Clark would come close to being her ideal man. Lois sighed. She couldn't leave Superman out of the equation. Even if Martha was right, and there was no relationship between Clark and Superman - and mothers, even if they were as loving and concerned as Martha, didn't necessarily know everything about their children - that still left Lois's own feelings for Superman. And his feelings for her, whatever they might be. Her shoulders were knotting up, and Lois decided she needed a good soak in a hot tub. It would relax her and help her to think. She poured a generous amount of bath salts under the running water and sat watching the bath fill, letting her mind empty. Then she undressed and sank gratefully into the hot water, letting it soothe some of the tension away. What would it be like to date Superman, the "god in a cape"? Between her job's long hours and his job's unpredictable demands, she didn't know how much time they would be able to find together, but what would happen if they decided to try it? She couldn't imagine going to a movie with him. Even going out for a meal would be fraught with difficulty. She imagined the stares, the whispers, the flashes of the paparazzi's cameras. The headlines: 'Man of Steel meets his match'. 'Top reporter snares Superhero'. She grimaced. The gossip columns would have a field day every time he rescued another woman, or gave an exclusive to another journalist. Her face would be plastered all over the tabloids, and it would affect her ability to do her job. And every criminal who wanted to get to Superman would target her, just as Martha had said. No, they would have to stay out of sight. They would spend time alone together, at her place or at his, wherever that was. Or he could fly them to romantic and out-of-the-way spots. But they would have to conceal their feelings for each other in public, and they would be constantly fearful of being found out. Lois frowned: it sounded like a miserable way of life. The hot tub was starting to soothe the knots out of her neck. Lois sighed and rolled her head back amid the bubbles. She didn't take the time for this sort of relaxation nearly often enough. Why, the last time she'd had a long hot soak had been... in the honeymoon suite at the Lexor Hotel. And it had led to three days holed up there with Clark. Clark Jerome Kent. What would it be like to date Clark? Assume they could manage to extend their easy working relationship into their private lives. Well, *they* wouldn't have any trouble going out to a movie, or for a meal. They had had a surprising amount of fun together at the Smallville Corn Festival, and equally so when they had been stuck together on stake-out in the Lexor. Lois smiled - a romantic relationship would certainly add interest to future stake-outs, and to long evenings spent working together. They wouldn't have a problem finding enough time to be together. Of course, she would have to break Clark of his habit of running off at odd times, or at least find out where he went to... True, a relationship with Clark wouldn't have the added excitement of knowing she was dating the world's most powerful man, a superhero who spent his time rescuing people from deadly danger, battling natural disasters and criminal masterminds. Nor could Clark take her flying, swooping and diving amidst the clouds, or hovering spellbound in the night sky above the lights of Metropolis. But those were superficial considerations compared with being able to share your life with someone. The last twenty-four hours had proved how very little she really knew of Superman, however much she admired him. Besides, Clark did his fair share of fighting corruption and injustice in his job, just as she did. She even had to concede some reluctant admiration for his boy-scout sense of ethics, however inconvenient it was at times. Lois groaned and covered her face with her hands. She was being forced to the unwelcome conclusion that she had spent the last few months making a complete idiot of herself over the wrong man. But even if Clark was as wonderful as her imagination was painting him, she was still weaving daydreams out of moonshine; he had made it perfectly clear that he simply wasn't interested in her. He couldn't possibly have faked his lack of response to her after he had been sprayed with the pheromone compound. On the other hand, when Superman was in his right mind he had never given her the slightest encouragement either, in spite of her blatant pursuit of him - so where did that leave her? her inner voice whispered. She quashed it angrily, and got out of the rapidly-cooling bath. She got dressed in sensible flannel pyjamas and belted her robe around her, then headed for the kitchen for some additional therapy. Some minutes later, she was sitting with a cup of coffee and a bowl of Rocky Road in front of her, and a renewed sense of determination. She had managed to get clarity - too much clarity, in fact - about her own feelings, but she had no answers to the choices she faced. It was time to stop worrying about her emotional life, and turn her mind to the questions that Superman had raised last night: the questions she should have been asking months ago. The kind of questions she answered for a living. Who was Superman? Where did he come from, and who had sent him? He spoke perfect American English, and himself had pointed out that he knew a large number of other Earth languages; but he couldn't remember any Kryptonian language. Yet he must have been in contact with his mother recently. Being sent to Earth to "help" sounded like an official military or diplomatic mission; but if so, why would his mother be making a costume for him? What other information had she gleaned from him over the past twenty- four hours? He was terrified of hospitals. That didn't make any sense at all; what would an invulnerable alien have to fear from a hospital? Another strange thing was his reaction last night, when she had told him he wasn't human. He had been shocked and horrified. Why would a Kryptonian, whose physiology was so obviously superior to that of humans, mind being non-human? He had also used the term "alien" with marked distaste: a very human attitude, but surprising for someone who had been brought up on another planet. Unless... he hadn't been brought up on another planet. What if he had been brought up right here, on Earth, trying to blend in with everyone else? That would fit... He would have had his entire childhood to learn languages, and perhaps when he was small he would have been taught to stay away from hospitals, so that they didn't find out there was something strange about him. In that case, he had been right - he did have an anxious family somewhere, who would want to know how he was. But why hadn't they tried to contact him? They would doubtless know that he spent time with Clark, but Martha was the only person who had phoned Clark. Lois slowly put down her spoon in the empty bowl and wrapped her hands around her coffee mug. Martha was the only person who had phoned Clark. Martha and Jonathan had dropped everything and rushed to Metropolis, but instead of heading for their friend's bedside, they had spent the evening looking after Superman. Jonathan had spent hours coaching him in the use of his heat vision. What if Superman hadn't been brought up by his real parents, but adopted by a human couple? He would grow up wanting to be just like them, and be upset at the thought of being an alien. When he decided to go public and start helping people, his adoptive mother - Martha - would make him an outlandish costume so that he seemed exotic and alien, and nobody questioned where he had been brought up. That would make him Clark's brother. Of course! It finally explained their close relationship, and why Martha had been so flabbergasted when Lois had suggested they were a gay couple. And why she had talked about supporting one's children's decisions. Lois sipped her coffee thoughtfully. It even explained why Clark and Superman looked alike. Then she winced - that had to be the stupidest thought she'd ever had. Superman was an alien from Krypton, and Clark... Clark really did look remarkably like Superman, except for his glasses and his hairstyle. No, it was ludicrous! She'd seen Clark get a paper cut, and he'd exerted all his strength to win her a teddy bear at the Smallville Corn Festival. She still had that teddy. She'd named him Jerome. Lois stood up and walked through to her bedroom, picking up the little bear from the shelf beside her bed and staring at him. They had gone to Smallville to investigate a case of bureaucratic bungling, and they had come back with a story about Jason Trask and a mythical mineral called kryptonite. Only, Superman had said it wasn't mythical, it was real. It had made him "weak and ill." The first evening in Smallville, Lois had come downstairs to find Clark's parents hovering around him, and Clark himself looking as sick as a dog. He had said it was allergies, but he had never suffered from allergies before or since. He hadn't even had a cold all winter. Lois sank onto the bed, still staring unseeingly at Jerome. Her mind was whirling. Nobody in Smallville, not Sheriff Rachel "tush-push" Harris, not even that nosy waitress at the cafeteria - what was her name? - who had known all about Lois's romance novel, had ever mentioned Clark having a brother. Lois herself had slept in Clark's old bedroom, a tiny room with just enough space for a single bed. The farmhouse had no third bedroom. Clark's clothes fitted Superman perfectly. Clark had been unaffected by the pheromone compound. Clark had been unaffected by the heatwave in November. Clark had left the Daily Planet the night before Superman had to leave Metropolis. Clark was always disappearing at a moment's notice, generally just before Lois needed him to help her on a big story... involving Superman. Clark Kent, her highly esteemed partner, the only person she trusted enough to get this close to - this *attached* to, damn him - had been laughing up his sleeve at her, ever since he first met her. Lois glared at the teddy in her hand with sudden loathing, and flung him to the floor with all her might. "You... you slimeball!" she snarled. She got up, walked over to him, and kicked him from her bedroom clear out into the kitchen. "Ratfink!" she shouted. She stalked out after him, and kicked him into the living room. "Low-down, rotten pond-scum!" she yelled. That one hurt her throat. She kicked Jerome all the way back into the bedroom, muttering imprecations under her breath and savagely planning what she was going to do to Clark when she got hold of him. Finally she picked Jerome up and deposited him unceremoniously in the bin. Then she collapsed face-down on the bed. She couldn't do anything to Clark. He was invulnerable. Lois had spent nearly eight months working side-by-side with Superman, and she hadn't noticed. He put on a pair of glasses and restyled his hair, and she was completely fooled. She had just spent most of the last twenty-four hours with Clark, in Clark's apartment, wearing Clark's clothes, and she hadn't recognised him even then. Words she had said to Clark, back when he first started working with her, came floating back to her. "I think I've got you figured out... That's my business, looking beyond the external." And "Clark is the 'before', Superman is the 'after'... make that the 'way, way after'." Lois groaned bitterly. She had certainly given him plenty to laugh about. No doubt he'd be laughing some more when he regained his memory, and thought about the things she had said to him last night. "Mister Green Jeans." "Wide-eyed country boy." She had said he was very good- looking, and even admitted that she was attracted to him. And then, this afternoon, she had kissed him... Lois moaned in an agony of humiliation. After a few minutes of vain self-recrimination, she rolled over and sat up with sudden decision. Any self-respecting planet would have opened and swallowed her up, but since this one obviously wasn't going to oblige, there was only one thing to do. She marched through to the kitchen, picked up her ice cream bowl and dumped it in the sink. Then she collected her spoon, opened the freezer and removed the ice cream carton, sat down at the counter and tucked in. Clark had kissed her this afternoon, so he was attracted to her after all. He must have faked Superman's response to the pheromone, meaning he'd wanted to kiss her then, too. But he had obviously decided that he wasn't going to do anything about it, either as Clark or as Superman. He must know he had only to crook his little finger and she'd come running, so the only logical conclusion was that he simply wasn't interested in a relationship with her. Her character flaws must have put him off after all. What had she said to him last night - "I don't think I'm good happy-ever-after material"? He'd denied it then, but it was obviously true. And he didn't trust her with his secret. Perhaps he was scared that Mad Dog Lane would publish it to get herself a Pulitzer. She would have liked to think he knew her better than that! Perhaps he would reconsider after the way she'd protected him yesterday. What kind of friendship could they have if he was lying to her? Her heart contracted: so many lies. Lies about fake errands that he needed to run, fake interviews with Superman, fake reasons for knowing little bits of information that he'd doubtless found out with his superpowers. The lies hurt even more than knowing he wasn't interested in her as a woman. Martha and Jonathan had lied to her, too. Lois waited for the anger and hurt to well up anew, but it didn't. Martha had obviously hated lying to her. Lois understood her words now: she had to support Clark's decision to hide his identity, even if she would rather be honest. It comforted Lois enormously to know that Martha, at least, trusted her. It was a pity Lois would never be able to tell her that. Because, much as she would have liked to confront Clark and tell him exactly what she thought of him, she knew she wouldn't. If Clark didn't trust her enough to tell her himself, then there wasn't any point. She would keep Superman's secret, even though she'd discovered her idol's feet of clay. Dejectedly, Lois inspected the empty ice cream carton. She had cleaned it out; a bloodhound would have had a hard time telling what the contents had been. She tossed the carton in the bin and set about getting ready for bed. As she climbed under the covers, it suddenly occurred to her to wonder what it would be like dating Clark "Superman" Kent. The best of both worlds? They would have the fun, the camaraderie, the ability to be together in public. They would also have the secret excitement and adventure, the ability to fly together. But, at the same time, she would constantly be concerned about protecting his secret identity, covering up for his inexplicable absences, concealing her fear when she saw the latest danger he was facing broadcast on the newsroom television. She would have to comfort him when he came back from a rescue sick at heart because he hadn't been able to get to everyone in time. She would always be worried lest some madman find a chunk of kryptonite and kill him. She shook her head: it wouldn't be easy. Still, it would almost certainly be more rewarding than going to bed alone for the rest of her days. But she was daydreaming again, to no purpose. She was never going to have the opportunity to find out. She switched off the light. Ten minutes later, Lois sat up and switched on the light again. She took a tissue from the box beside her bed, dried her cheeks, and blew her nose defiantly. As she leaned over to drop the tissue into the bin, she caught sight of Jerome gazing forlornly up at her. She got out of bed and retrieved him, dusting him off carefully. Then she got back into bed. As she switched the light off again, it occurred to her that there was one small crumb of cold comfort to be gleaned. At least she wasn't in love with two men. She lay down once more, holding Jerome close. This time, she went straight to sleep. -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 10:41:14 -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: All Stirred Up, part 8/10? MIME-version: 1.0 S P O I L E R S P A C E Meredith, I REALLY liked this part a lot, but I was also hoping to get to "hear" Clark's talk with Martha and Jonathan...maybe in Part 9? ;) Vicki ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 10:48:36 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Re: Fanfic Question: Flying MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi Erin: Others have answered the question with specifics from the eps. It seemed to me that Clark's Super powers began with the onset of his puberty, and flying, which would require delicate control, was the last skill to show up. Just a thought. :) Jude ----- Original Message ----- From: "Erin Klingler" To: Sent: Tuesday, September 25, 2001 10:52 AM Subject: Fanfic Question: Flying > Hi all :) > > Does anyone remember when it was that Clark started to fly? I can't > remember. And what age was it that Martha told Lois (in 'WHALTTA') that > Clark was beginning to get "really, really strong"? > > Thanks! > > 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, 25 Sep 2001 18:31:32 +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: Fanfic Question: Flying Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed In All Shook Up IIRC when they're trying to get Clark to fly he says they told him he didn't begin to fly until he was 18, so how could it be so easy to relearn. That's not a quote or anything but it's along those lines ;). _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 14:24:55 -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: NEW: Glimpses of Tomorrow MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Glimpses of Tomorrow Author: Erin Klingler Rated: G Part: 1/1 Feedback: Any and all welcomed, private or public. ********** Author's note: Okay, so I've just gone ahead and assumed it was sometime in late high school that Clark started flying. :) This was inspired by the ending of the episode "We Have a Lot to Talk About" when Clark tells Lois, "I used to come up here a lot by myself and just...drift. Not part of the stars, not part of the earth...not really knowing where I fit in...until I met you." I had the thought to write about one of those stints in the clouds. ********** "Life is so unfair!" I found myself yelling at the brilliant full moon and the sprinkling of distant stars as I finally broke through the clouds and was surrounded by the black, velvety night sky. But the moon continued to gleam brightly and the stars just seemed to twinkle back merrily, completely unconcerned with my recent plight. I sighed. Why would they care? Why would *anyone* care? Besides my parents, of course. They cared, they were supportive. They were my lifeline in an otherwise bleak existence, where I felt otherwise completely alone and different. But was it enough? If my parents were the only ones in this world who understood, would it be enough to make me happy for the rest of my life? I frowned. Somehow, selfishly, I doubted it. Doing a barrel roll so that I was lying on my back, I folded my arms behind my head, using them as a pillow against the cushion of air beneath me, and stared up into the night sky. I always came here when I was troubled. Sometimes the clouds billowing around me and the moon and stars winking down at me made me feel better, but sometimes they didn't. Tonight, I suspected, it would be the latter. For the millionth time, I found myself wondering, 'Why can't I be like everyone else? Why do I have to be so different?' 'Special,' my parents called it. That's not what *I* would call it. More like scary, frustrating, astonishing...and lonely. Yes, lonely. It wasn't like I could just rush out and talk to my friends about my daily frustrations with flying, with lifting things no one else on earth could, with seeing through walls and other objects, or having to give myself hair cuts and shaves because my hair was too strong for any earthly scissors or razors to cut. How would they possibly understand? True, I'd felt like this for a long time now, but somehow, today was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. The day had started out as any other one. I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, caught the bus to school, and went to my classes. But then in third period P.E., everything started to take a turn for the worse. Me and the guys had been playing an impromptu game of football as we waited for our P.E. teacher to join us on the field. But then, as I found myself getting caught up in my favorite sport, I went to block one of my friends as he tried to come through the line, and he hit me with a sickening thud and toppled to the ground, clutching his shoulder and moaning. Thankfully, I found out later, he'd only bruised his collarbone, but still, I felt horrible. And if that weren't enough, there'd been the eye test after lunch. As my class assembled in the nurse's office for our annual eye test, I stepped to where I was directed to stand by the nurse and followed her instructions to read the smallest letters I could on the eye chart. Feeling confident, I was concentrating on the very last line when I heard a sudden gasp from the nurse as the eye chart suddenly, inexplicably, began to smolder, and the corners of the paper began to turn black and curl in on themselves. No one knew the truth about what started that fire, but as she and another nurse hurried to put out the fire amid the gasps and exclamations of surprise from my classmates, I found myself wishing that the earth would open up at my feet and swallow me whole. A few minutes later, when the fire was out and the excitement had died down, I repeated the eye test as the nurse instructed me to. But this time, I purposely refused to let myself concentrate on the letters on the eye chart--therefore getting most of the letters wrong--and was promptly written a prescription for glasses. 'Who knows?' I thought darkly. 'Maybe I'll just get that prescription filled and wear those glasses as a constant reminder of what I could do if I wasn't careful.' And then, to top the day off, there'd been the incident at home after dinner. I'd been out in the field when I'd heard my father calling to me from the barn, telling me he needed some help. His voice sounded harried, so I broke into a run in an effort to get to him more quickly. But then suddenly, by no intention of my own, I found my surroundings becoming a flashing blur as I crossed the hundred yards or so in less than a second flat, and found myself crashing through the side of the barn. I'll never forget the look of surprise and dismay on my father's face as he stood there, a piece of milking equipment in one hand and a long, black hose coiled up in the other as he stared at me as I stood just a few feet inside the wall of the barn, the long pieces of shattered wood scattered on the ground around my feet. Of course, he hurriedly assured me (probably after seeing the look of horror on my face at the destruction I'd just unintentionally caused) that it was no problem, that it was something easily fixed. But his reassurances had fallen on deaf ears. I didn't want to be reassured. I wanted to be normal! I didn't want to constantly worry about hurting my friends, incinerating eye charts, and crashing through walls. I wanted to be able to talk openly with my friends, without worrying about letting secrets escape. I wanted to have normal teenage worries, like acne and voice changes. I wanted to go out on dates like my friends, and not have to worry about watching my every step, careful not to ever let anything about the things I could do slip out. But it seemed that meant I was going to be destined to a life of solidarity, a life without what I truly wanted: someone who loved and understood me. True, my parents loved and understood me, but for some selfish reason, that didn't seem to be enough. I wanted more. I wanted to know that I would be able to live a normal life, and, more importantly, that I wouldn't have to suffer through it alone. I wanted to have someone to love, someone who would love me back, in spite of my freakish qualities. But even as the notion seeped into my soul, I knew that was never going to be possible. I lived in a world where, in spite of what people said, being different meant being damaged goods. Sinking further into depression, I glared up at the heavens as another heavy sigh escaped my lips. 'Life just isn't fair,' I thought, 'especially to me.' Feeling mentally exhausted, I closed my eyes and let myself drift along the billowy clouds surrounding me. I deliberately slowed my breathing, hoping to encourage sleep to come so I might lose myself, for a little while, at least, in the comfort of my dreams. It wasn't long before the familiar, comforting darkness crept across my mind, and before I knew it, I was asleep. Well, almost. In that mysterious state between awareness and sleep, I found myself surrounded by half-conscious, half-understood thoughts and images. I let them flit across the darkness, content to fall deeper into my sleep. But then suddenly, I caught a glimpse of something in the darkened recesses of my mind that I couldn't dismiss. It was the image, just a glimpse, really, of a woman, with dark brown hair and flashing brown eyes. For some reason, I got the impression that I knew her, that she was someone important in my life. As I concentrated on the image, willing it to become clearer in my mind, a handful of scenes flashed through my head: us conflicting over a scrabble game word, us arguing over a conference table, us debating over the ethics of breaking into a building. From the images, I got the impression we argued a lot. And what was even weirder, it seemed that I liked it. Eager to see more, I let the images continue. I saw myself reaching out to her, brushing a strand of her silky, dark hair back from her face and tucking it lovingly behind her ear. I saw myself squeezing her shoulder sympathetically, welcoming her into my arms...kissing her. An unexpected tingle swept through me as I narrowed in on the scene. In my dream-like state, I could practically feel her breath warming my face as I lowered my mouth towards hers, eagerly anticipating the touch of her lips on mine. The images continued, and I saw a myriad of scattered scenes: jumping out of an airplane after her, flying up from below to rescue her from where she dangled from a building's flag pole, flying across a sky drenched in golden sunset hues of oranges, reds, and yellows, with her cradled lovingly in my arms. I caught a glimpse of white and realized, with a start, that she was wearing a wedding dress. My eyes flew open and I lost a little altitude. When I'd recovered, I tried to make sense of what I'd just seen. A wedding dress! Did that mean...? I quickly replayed the last image in my mind, and as I did, a warm, comforting feeling washed over me. In that instant, I knew. The woman with the dark hair, beautiful brown eyes and fiery temper was supposed to be mine! I don't know how I knew, I just knew. Someone had meant for us to be together, and we were both growing and learning and moving toward that day when we would meet. Was it destiny that was marking our paths, moving us forward towards each other with every passing day? Suddenly, everything I was going through seemed bearable, now that I knew I wasn't going to be alone my entire life. I had someone incredible waiting for me. I didn't know her name, or where she was from, or how we would meet. I just knew that when I did, I would know she was the one. Everything in my life would fall into place, and things would be perfect. Until that day, I would forever hold the images I'd just seen close to my heart. They'd given me the strength to go on, and suddenly I felt ready to face tomorrow, now that I'd had a glimpse of what tomorrow held. Feeling better than I had in months, I looked up at the full moon hanging in the velvety night sky and noticed that the stars around it seemed to be winking at me. I felt an excited grin stretch across my face. With my special glimpse of what my future held, I knew that tomorrow was going to be beautiful indeed. With a full heart and a renewed sense of hope, I stretched out my arms and headed for home. The End. :) ********** 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, 25 Sep 2001 20:37:31 +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: FFQ: Lex's "Ark" occupants MIME-Version: 1.0 When Lex planned his "Ark" in ASU, who would he have taken/invited along? Lots of muscle, obviously, for a private army / instant farming community. Would he have invited any VIPs? Businessmen... political leaders... ? -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 16:12:26 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: Fanfic Question: Flying MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Martha said Clark started to get "really, really strong" in junior high school-- when he was 13. Someone, I forget who, said he started flying at 18, but in JSN, Clark said, "I've been flying since high school." If he started at 18, in high school, it would have been the spring of his senior year. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 16:20:59 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: NEW: Glimpses of Tomorrow MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Nice, Erin. :) --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 15:19:44 -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: Fanfic Question: Flying In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > Martha said Clark started to get "really, really strong" in junior high > school-- when he was 13. Someone, I forget who, said he > started flying at > 18, but in JSN, Clark said, "I've been flying since high school." If he > started at 18, in high school, it would have been the spring of > his senior > year. > > Ann > Thanks for the math, Ann! I appreciate it. And it's a real relief to hear I'm not bending canon. :) And thanks to everyone who helped answer this. :) 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, 25 Sep 2001 22:49:28 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: New fanfic: Point of No Return - Part 1/3 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Point of No Return Author: Kaethel Rated: PG 13 Part 1/3 ______________________ Forgot to post this to the list last night, so I'm posting the whole vignette now. :) Don't expect anything more than fluff in this one; I let my waffy mind take over, and here's the result. Many thanks go out to the #lanekent crowd for encouraging me to share this story, and to my wonderful beta-readers Wendy Richards, LabRat, JoMarch and Tracey, without whom I'd never have dared posting...um...this. Feedback is of course very welcome. :) ______________________ - Point of No Return - Two months. Two months of uncertainties, two months of discreet glances when they thought the other wasn't looking, two months of unspoken reproach for fear they would spoil what little balance their relationship now held. It hadn't been so bad before their first, real date, but now, the tension between them was palpable across a room, and Lois couldn't help but immediately think back to her fears whenever he approached her. Because she was afraid. So very much afraid. Their dinner together had been more than a success; it had been...magic. That was the term she'd used, and it perfectly reflected her memory of the evening. Never had she imagined that she and Clark could spend such a great time together, in a romantic environment. Sure, it had already happened more than once that they'd ended up sprawled on the couch at either one of their apartments, watching the latest movie and eating popcorn, but that was very different. A date with Clark implicitly meant that any of his usual physical demonstrations of affection held a new dimension and could eventually escalate into something she might not be ready for. The one and so far only kiss they'd shared had left her conflicted about how much time she'd need to get used to the new state of their relationship. When his lips had touched hers, the bare brush had left her weak at the knees, and she'd realised afterwards that she'd have done anything he asked after that first kiss. For the first time in years, Lois Lane had felt very much vulnerable to a man. A shiver ran down her spine whenever he laid his eyes on her. It invaded her heart with its paralysing tendrils whenever he touched her. And if he did kiss her again, she thought she would die of desire for this man. How could her feelings towards him have changed so drastically in the space of a few months? She was perfectly happy with the status quo of their friendship, and Clark had to play havoc on her life with his idea of asking her out. And now, here she was, out on the street at two in the morning, walking to his place because she couldn't bear to spend the night without him. She had the sudden need to feel him close to her, to hear his voice, to lock her eyes with his and drown in their depths. Calling him had only got her a busy phone line, but her frustration had won, and she'd quickly dressed and gone out. Her first intention, to stroll aimlessly through the almost deserted streets, had quickly turned into the reaching of a clear goal: seeing Clark. Now. Her heart started to beat faster as she approached his apartment building. She recognised the last few blocks preceding the entry to the small, square yard that protected his place from the noise of the street, and apprehension gripped at her. What if he didn't want to see her? After all, the last time she'd seen him, they hadn't been on very friendly terms. Well, *he* had, but then he'd suddenly left just as she was broaching the topic of his continual disappearing act, and she hadn't waited for him to come back. It was clear enough that he didn't want to talk about it, and that commitment wasn't something he wanted to offer her. He should have known, though, that she was as scared as he was. That falling in love with him was something she'd resisted for so long before she'd finally come to her senses and realised she had little choice but to face the consequences of her deep emotions. But Clark visibly wasn't *just* afraid. He was reluctant. Reluctant to have a real, meaningful relationship with her. Or with any woman, for that matter. Of all the women who had crossed paths with him - Cat Grant, Toni Taylor, and Mayson Drake among them - none of them had managed to make him settle. All right, so Cat had probably invented her night of passion with him, although there was still a lingering doubt as to the truth of Clark's version; he'd let Cat invite him to have dinner with her, at *her* place, so he must have had a pretty good idea of what she'd had in mind. Not to mention he hadn't exactly pushed her away when she'd kissed him rather blatantly in front of the whole newsroom, and that at least a couple of times. Toni Taylor was more of a mystery, as Clark had claimed it was just a technique to get her to confide in him about the organisation ruling over the South Side. All right. Maybe that was true. Maybe. However with Mayson Drake Clark couldn't pretend that nothing had happened. They'd had several official dates and Mayson had even invited him on a weekend once. He hadn't seemed to realise how head-over-heels in love she was with him, but it had been obvious to everyone else, and Clark had really looked like a complete, insensitive, arrogant male when he'd stood her up without any explanation. As a potential rival she didn't even know she was back then, Lois had felt a great deal of satisfaction that Mayson hadn't managed to get Clark the way she wanted, but now that she was finding herself in the same kind of situation as the now deceased Assistant D.A., she couldn't help but wonder what exactly was wrong with her partner. Why was he running away from any relationship with a person of the opposite sex? She remembered how he'd once told her that he'd never lived full time with a woman, and she wondered now how come she'd been surprised by the revelation. Sure, Clark was a very handsome and pleasant man, but it seemed he *did* have a problem where relationships were concerned. When she thought about it, he'd looked almost...uncomfortable with talking about it with her, even back then. And yet *he* had been the one to take the first step with her. For the first time since she'd known him, he'd made a move on a woman, and this woman had been none other than herself. Surely that had to mean something. He was scared, there was no other possible reason for his behaviour. And Lois Lane would make sure he lost his fear of intimacy, even if it meant she had to forget her own concerns about relationships with men. ******************** Clark sighed in frustration when his second attempt at calling Lois was as unfruitful as the first one. What was she doing, on the phone at two in the morning and then gone at two fifteen? Unless she'd turned in and had fallen asleep? But then, who would leave their answering machine pick up a call in the middle of the night, if they were there? Surely, they would realise that the person who needed so badly to talk to them had something urgent to say! The only thing that could drive Lois out of her apartment at this late hour was a breaking story, and the thought that she was out sniffing around at this time of the night was making his stomach churn. For an instant, he was tempted to spin into the suit and make a quick check over the city - just a small patrol to make sure she was all right. But maybe he was jumping to conclusions too fast. Maybe she had simply gone to the bathroom or something. But it was precisely the 'or something' that worried him the most. A knock on the door disturbed his thoughts, and he frowned, rising from the couch and jogging up the stairs. It didn't even cross his mind to take a quick X-ray check at whoever it was visiting him at this time of the night. So he was utterly unprepared when he opened the door blind and found himself face to face with... ...Lois. He caught his breath as he saw her. She'd been on his mind all night long, and there she was, appearing at his threshold as if on cue. "Hi," she said nervously, fiddling with her hands in the same way she used when she was beating around the bush and didn't dare express her exact thoughts. Once he came back from his initial stupor, he nodded back in greeting and motioned for her to come in, without a word. He didn't trust himself to speak when what he wanted to say wasn't what Lois was ready to hear. But the need to take her in his arms and show her how much she meant to him was almost overwhelming, and he steered his gaze away from her as she made her way to the living-room. She looked quite restless herself, as she sat on the sofa for a mere second before she was standing again and walking to the kitchen counter. "Coffee?" she suggested, her gaze avoiding his. "Sure," he mumbled back and surreptitiously watched her as she fetched the mugs and prepared the beverage. She knew her way around his apartment almost as well as if she lived there and for a minute Clark let himself fantasise about what sharing his existence with her could be like. Fighting over who'd get to use the shower first in the morning, driving to work together, going back home to dinner and a movie, before they both decided to turn in for the night... Other images immediately filled his mind, and he closed his eyes, trying to escape from the too vivid pictures of Lois and him sharing so much more than a chaste and so far unique kiss. Falling asleep as she snuggled against him and waking up with his arms still wrapped around her was something he'd always dreamt of. But it was nothing more than a dream, and it didn't look like it would ever be more than that, if he considered the current state of their relationship - or what little remained of it. Still. Lois was here, in his home, in the middle of the night. She couldn't have had the sudden idea to visit him only to share coffee and make small talk. Taking his courage in both hands, Clark walked to the kitchen area, though still careful to keep some physical distance between them before he cleared his throat and spoke up. "Um...Lois?" She started, as if surprised at his interruption, and stared at him. "What?" Her reaction took him aback, and he hesitated. She was behaving as if it was the most natural thing for her to make coffee at his place at two thirty in the morning, and he was beginning to really worry about the reason for her visit. Her attitude spoke of more than simple nervousness, and it was influencing his own feelings of disquiet. "Here!" she exclaimed, thrusting the hot mug into his hands and busying herself with the cleaning of the coffee maker before he could even say a word. Whatever was on her mind, it was obviously worse than he could ever imagine. Leaving his mug on the counter behind him, Clark approached Lois and laid his hand on her arm, stopping her restlessness short. ******************** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kaethel Kaethel@wanadoo.fr I used to think, as birds take wing, They sing through life, so why can't we? We cling to this, and claim the best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain R.E.M. - I'll Take the Rain ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 22:49:41 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Point of No Return - Part 2/3 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Point of No Return Author: Kaethel Rated: PG 13 Part 2/3 ______________________ Making a resolution was one thing. Putting it into practice was entirely different, Lois thought as she snatched a dishtowel off its hook and wiped the beads of water off the coffeepot she'd just washed. As soon as she'd *seen* Clark, her conviction had flown out the window, and she'd found herself unable to look him in the eye. Even talking to him was an effort that required all of her courage. His voice was a caress to her ear, and she longed to hear him murmur sweet nothings to her, to revel in heated declarations and...and...and, well, all that mushy stuff she'd always rejected in the past. Somehow, with Clark, it was different. So when he touched her arm, her legs turned to jelly and she had to lean against the counter to keep herself upright. She was suddenly wishing that she'd stayed home and hadn't got the stupid idea to throw herself into this inextricable situation. Why had she let herself be enclosed within Clark's universe? And *willingly*, to top it all! His apartment. Was there any more dangerous place than that? The furniture that usually made her feel so cosy and at home was studying her intently, waiting for her to make her first faux pas and spoil what little hope remained among the ruins of her relationship with their owner. And then, she knew that if she only *hinted* at their critical situation, Clark would find an excuse, *any* excuse to leave. The fact that she was in his apartment wouldn't prevent him from running away, she knew it. "Lois, we need to - " "Drink coffee before it gets too cold, you're right," she blurted out, not allowing him to finish his thought. But determination held little value when a mere touch was melting her resolve, and when Clark took her mug and set it aside, she didn't offer any resistance. When he wrapped his fingers around hers and tugged her towards the living room, she let him, her steps following him as if she didn't have any will left. He sat on the couch without letting go of her hand, and she carefully took her place beside him, wondering how on earth he'd managed to turn the tables on her in such a surreptitious manner. *She* had been the one to visit him in the middle of the night, with the thought firmly planted in her mind that she needed to be the one taking the first step and saying the scary words, and yet here he was, in control, while she was desperately trying to keep her erratic heartbeat under check. >From beneath her lashes, she observed him and noticed that he looked just as troubled as she did. The fingers of his free hand came up to lift his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose in the same way as when he was tired or haunted by an issue, and Lois realised that her sudden and unexpected arrival at his place now had thrown them to the edge. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath and briefly closing her eyes, she decided to take advantage of his momentary silence. Letting the butterflies fluttering in her stomach rule her mind would only postpone a talk that had become unavoidable. "What are you afraid of?" she asked without any preamble, which she knew would only result in lengthy babble and give Clark a chance to take off before she could broach the topic currently occupying her thoughts. He did a double take, staring up at her and gaping in surprise, but her gaze didn't waver, and she kept it fixed on him intently. Her fingers curled a little tighter around his in a subconscious worry that he'd cut the physical connection he'd established; right now, it was the only thing she had left, and she wasn't ready to give it up. "I'm not afraid," he started warily, his tone defensive, and even a little hurt. But Lois insisted. "You are. Whatever it is that is keeping you away from me, it's eating at us, affecting not only our professional life, but also our personal relationship. Our friendship, Clark. I thought our friendship meant too much to you to want to spoil it." "I don't want to spoil anything. I don't - " "Then what makes you run away?" She scooted closer to him and noticed with satisfaction that he didn't flinch. However, the small sign of panic shining in his eyes, if just for a millisecond, wasn't lost on her. Her hands came up to frame his face, and she inched herself closer to him, ever so slowly. He didn't budge, although her fingers pressed to his skin perceived the increasing rhythm of his heartbeat, and she knew he was fighting for control. Well, that was a good sign, she decided. After all, her primary intention was to make him stop thinking and start acting, wasn't it? And if he was struggling to remain impassive before she'd even done anything, he was on a losing battle and would be handing over the white flag within seconds. The first brush of her lips against his was a mere feather-like caress, and she pulled away as quickly as she'd initiated the kiss, holding back her already intense desire when a very male groan answered the interruption. Keeping her own need in check, she closed the distance between them again, granting him permission to deepen the encounter, without realising that it was leading her to the crumbling of all her carefully constructed barriers. But, as with all well-thought out plans, nothing turned out in the expected manner. This rule didn't fail this time either, and she'd barely had time to form another coherent thought before Clark's arms were holding her against him, and he eagerly responded to her kiss, initiating a not-so-shy exploration of the feminine curves tightly pressed to him. She was melting against him, unable to get enough of his taste and the touch of his hands where they roamed up her back, disappearing in the mass of her hair as he kissed her, over and over, his mouth repeatedly plundering hers. She was quickly spinning out of control, and, she realised with almost a jolt of surprise, she wasn't scared. The exhilaration following her discovery enthused her next move, and she shifted to kneel on the couch, pushing him back against the cushions as she loomed up over him. Her fingers curled around the top buttons of his black shirt, and she bit her lip in concentration as her work revealed the first few inches of skin of his chest. Her face took on a predatory grin as she bent her head and grazed her lips on the newly exposed patch of skin, revelling in Clark's heavy breathing - the only sound troubling the almost too quiet atmosphere of the apartment. But as her fingers started to work their way down his shirt, Clark's hands came over hers to stop her. Thwarted in her intentions, she raised her head towards him interrogatively, fear gripping at her heart as she felt him withdraw from her. Fast. Too fast. She should have expected it, though - it was part of his usual pattern: let them settle in a comfortable relationship before he shut her off and ran away. "Wait," he said faintly, breathlessly. "If we're heading this way, we need to talk, first." Talk. Okay. Talk was good, assuming he stayed around long enough for them to have a real, serious conversation. His past attitude wasn't helping his case, here, she thought as she let go of him and withdrew to settle on the other side of the couch. At least he'd acknowledged the drastic change in a relationship that had remained platonic until tonight, and hadn't expressed any reluctance...at least, until things had really threatened to spin out of control, and he'd had to stop her. The old fear of intimacy was back, and she'd failed to make him forget about it. ******************** Clark slowly sat up, trying to get a hold on the gentle swaying of his surroundings. Boy, if he'd been confused when Lois had first entered his apartment, his level of wonderment was now reaching dizzying heights. She'd literally jumped his bones - well, okay, he could have pulled away...if he'd wanted to. Not that the thought had ever crossed his mind: kissing Lois without holding back had always been one of his dreams, and she'd made it come true. All of a sudden. Without warning. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. And if he hadn't stopped her, God knew how far she'd have carried on with her seduction! It had taken all of his willpower to pull away before he lost all sense of reality and let himself get drowned by the passion devouring him. Oh yes, he wanted her, so much that it hurt, so much that it had been painful for him to let reason have its claim on his actions, when his instincts were begging him to forget about the one remaining barrier between them. Yet he could *not* make love to her without letting her in on his secret. It wouldn't be fair to her, especially when their relationship had been spoiled by what she'd come to call his 'disappearing act'. Especially when she'd had such a close friendship with Superman and probably still harboured a crush on him, even if it had visibly lessened over the past few months. Especially when he loved her and wanted to share every aspect of his life with her. She had to know everything about him and make a conscious decision, not be faced with the truth after she'd been intimate with a man, who, after all, had been hiding something from her for almost two years. Clark was aware that what he said now would be the turning point in their relationship. If Lois wasn't able to forgive him for what she would consider a deceit, then a good part of his personal life was over, and he wasn't sure he could even stay in Metropolis if she decided to hate him. He sneaked a glance at her; she was huddled against the other side of his sofa, hugging her knees to her chest and playing with the hem of her loose flannel shirt. Her face looked flushed, her teeth were biting into her lower lip in concentration, and she was obviously hiding behind the curtain of her hair. She looked so vulnerable that he longed to gather her in his arms and let the newfound peacefulness of the moment envelop them in a wave of tenderness. "Is it gonna be this way between you and me?" she asked shakily, breaking the silence without glancing up at him. "Always holding back, never abandoning yourself to what's going on between us?" "I'm not - " "You *are*, Clark!" she interrupted his defence forcefully. "You're constantly running away from me. From *us*!" "It's not what you think, Lois." "I don't even know *what* I think, so don't assume you do! What I know for certain is that with you, Kent, it's one step forward for two steps back. What are you gonna say, now? What's gonna be your next excuse to interrupt this conversation? Or whatever it was before it became a conversation?" she pointed at him accusingly, her not so subtle reminder of their earlier activities making a slightly pink shade spread on Clark's cheeks. Tears had welled up in her eyes as she'd spoken, and she wiped them with the back of her sleeve in an irritated gesture. Clark couldn't bear to see her hurt, and knowing that he'd initiated her pain was more than he could take. And yet there was nothing he could do to make up for his past mistakes. It was now hitting him hard that his secret had left Lois not only in the dark, but also in a state of distress that had been unknown to him. Until now. Until she'd opened up to him and had had the courage to tell him upfront the effects of his attitude on her. On *them*. He tentatively reached a hand towards her, half-afraid that she'd reject him. But she didn't shrug off his touch, even as he cupped her cheek and forced her to look at him. Strong emotions were playing on her face as she met his gaze and he promised himself he wouldn't run away. Not this time. Not ever. "No more excuses, Lois," he whispered intensely. "No more running away." She shrugged half-heartedly and shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah. Like you haven't told me that one before." "And I'm sorry. I know apologising will never take away the hurt I inflicted on you, but I really am sorry." "I just want the truth, Clark. I'm not someone you can play with, whom you can be with one minute and reject the next." He gaped, appalled by her words. She certainly thought he was no better than any of the males she'd met in her past. "Oh my...Lois, don't tell me this is how I make you feel?" She stared pointedly at him, and he got his answer. It was devastating for him to realise how badly he'd hurt her feelings, and that only because he'd been too preoccupied in his desire to protect himself. Protect her, too, a part of his mind argued. But Lois was more than able to take care of herself, and anyway, her relationship with Superman was independent from the one she'd developed with Clark Kent. If she learned his secret, she would certainly understand the need for her to keep it to herself, and she would be clever enough not to show her connection to the superhero, especially if she was aware of his double identity. In her intention to keep Clark and Superman two distinct personas, she would make an extra effort in cutting short all obvious favours that the superhero used to grant her. "Tell me!" she insisted again. "Was I just another shadow passing through your life? Just another woman who fell for you?" He choked as he heard her barely subtle revelation. "Who...fell for me?" "Don't take advantage of the situation," she warned sourly, preventing any further question on what was, apparently, one heck of a slip of the tongue. Clark sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration, but decided not to push the matter, knowing it was pointless. Besides, Lois was right - what mattered right now was to tell her the complete truth and make her understand he'd never meant to hurt her. "There *is* a reason why I've been...well, running away is what you think I've been doing. But it's really not," he started, correcting an assumption which, he was sure, was ingrained deep within her. "It's mostly a matter of terrible timing, one that has been extremely frustrating for me, just as it's been for you." "Bad timing?" she asked, her voice turning thunderous. "Bad timing? You just pushed me away *again* and you tell me it's bad timing?" "No!" he exclaimed immediately. "Not this time. Lois, we can't...make love before you know everything about me." She lowered her head at his mention of the intimacy they'd almost reached tonight, but soon regained her confidence and spoke again. "You've been my best friend for two years. Don't you think we know each other enough? Don't you think we've *shared* enough to be sure that this," she laid her hand on his thigh in emphasis, "is real?" Clark tried to block the heat coursing through him at the contact she'd initiated and concentrated on her words. She thought she knew him. She was convinced he had no secret to tell her, and he was about to disappoint her, to let her know that he'd managed to keep a good part of his life a secret for as long as she'd known him. "This is very real," he replied, imprisoning her hand in his and entwining his fingers with hers. "Never doubt this, Lois. Our relationship means *everything* to me." "You have quite a way of showing it," she muttered resentfully. "I know," he admitted quietly. "It must look that way to you, and I don't see anything I could say to make you change your mind. Except the entire truth." Taking both of her hands in his, he turned towards her, taking in the solemnity of the moment. "Lois," he started, letting his feelings for her rule his next words, "I fell in love with you from the first minute I saw you. I never thought it was possible before to love someone as much as I love you, and yet it's the way I feel. When I think about you, I want to think about *us*. As a team, but not just like we are at the Planet. I want to believe that someday, we might be a permanent team. In every basis of our life. Forever." "Clark, I - " "No, let me finish, first," he almost pleaded, gathering what little courage he had left. "Please!" If she rejected him now, he'd never get another chance to reveal himself completely to her. She nodded shakily, and the imperceptible brush of her thumb against his hand was all the encouragement he needed. "There's a reason why I leave at a moment's notice. It's not something I want, nor something I control. And it tears me apart to see the wounded look on your face when I have to run, but it's precisely that: I *have* to. It's never my choice." "What is it?" He drew in a shaky breath and met her gaze as steadily as he could. "Lois, I'm...not just Clark Kent." Darnit, but he couldn't even bring himself to pronounce the dreaded name! "Huh? Don't tell me you're one of those wackos who have a split personality, some kind of Jeckyl and Hyde!" "Er...not exactly. Not in the way you think, anyway. I have only *one* personality, I can assure you. But I have another identity, one that I use whenever I want to help..." He trailed off, realising that Lois had suddenly stopped listening. Her eyes were fixed on him in extreme concentration, and he held back his urge to squirm. Then, before he'd had time to make a move, she lurched forward, swiftly taking hold of his glasses and taking them off. His first impulse was to avoid her move, but he finally let her do it and remained immobile as she continued her intent scrutiny of his face. She was visibly still not satisfied with the result, as she approached him again with a frown and smoothed his hair back. The final confirmation was here, and it was a matter of seconds before the storm hit him. "You...you..." she stuttered, turning pale. "I'm Superman," he stated the obvious, a sigh on his lips. "Look, I know it's a shock to you, Lois, that it's a lot to take in and that it's gonna be a long time before you can understand why I kept it from you for so long, but - " "You're Superman..." she interrupted stubbornly, her voice still very weak. He nodded, realising he needed to leave her enough time to process the revelation before he launched himself into an explanation that she'd probably wouldn't want to listen to, anyway. "How long have you been...him? And why? And how?" "Tw - " "Do you have your powers when you're Clark, too?" "Ye - " "Are you two completely different people, or are you still Clark when you're Superman, or still Superman when you're still Clark?" "I'm al - " "Why didn't you tell me before?" Her last question was one he'd expected, and yet he felt at a loss as to what to answer. Any of his reasons for keeping his secret from her for so long would look lame to her, and she'd certainly find a response for any of his excuses. The main one would be his apparent lack of trust in her, even though she would be wrong. /Wrong?/ The voice of his conscience protested, reminding him that one of his main reasons for keeping his secret from Lois was his selfish need to feel loved just for being Clark Kent. He'd implicitly accused Lois of being shallow by letting her crush on Superman prevent him from revealing the truth to her. And who was the most shallow of the two? The woman who was falling for a man whom she thought was a God in tights? Or the man in tights who wanted a woman to love the part of him he'd chosen? "My God, Clark...Superman...who are you, anyway?" "I'm Clark, Lois. I've always been Clark Kent, born and bred in Kansas. Well, bred there, anyway. I was born on Krypton." Lois took her head in her hands and started to massage her temples in slow, circular movements. "Are you okay?" he enquired tentatively after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. "Do I look like I'm *okay*?" she sniped angrily, darting a furious look at him. "Look, that's why I wanted you to know before we made lo - " "Don't!" she cut him off abruptly. "Don't pronounce that word. You have absolutely *no* right to even express such a thing when you spend your entire life pretending to be someone you're not!" "It's not about pretending! Okay, maybe it is a little," he amended more calmly. "But I never lied for any other purpose than protecting the lives of those I love. Protecting *my* life, too. It might seem a little selfish, but I do want to be normal. Go to a ballgame with Jimmy. Hear Perry bark at me because I'm late for deadline. Bounce ideas off you when we're working together on a story. Spend time with you out of work, on a date, and more if you want me. How could I have that if I was Superman full time?" He interrupted himself, feeling at a loss when she kept staring at him in silence, as if nothing of what he'd just opened up about mattered to her, as if there was only one remaining fact prevailing in her mind: his lies, and how he'd made her suffer. ******************** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kaethel Kaethel@wanadoo.fr I used to think, as birds take wing, They sing through life, so why can't we? We cling to this, and claim the best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain R.E.M. - I'll Take the Rain ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 22:49:50 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Point of No Return - Part 3/3 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Point of No Return Author: Kaethel Rated: PG 13 Part 3/3 ______________________ Lois had never felt so conflicted in her life. Clark was Superman. Superman was Clark. However she shuffled the words around, their meaning remained the same, and hit her hard, smacking her on the face and leaving her disoriented. Lost. Dizzy. Hurt. Deceived. Betrayed. The feeling of betrayal was the prevailing one, and her anger was driving her to hate the man she'd loved and admired for as long as she'd first seen him. It wasn't Clark towards whom her irritation was directed, but that superhero who'd fooled not just her, but also just about everyone since he'd arrived on the scene. By revealing that he was just Clark Kent, he'd destroyed a myth that had been built around his persona, and she felt like Superman had died. He was a liar. There was nothing worse than that, especially for a hero who claimed to stand for truth and justice. Talk about hypocrisy! She couldn't reconcile the fact that Superman was sitting beside her, that she'd been melting in his arms only minutes before and would now be making love with him if he'd let her. She assumed she ought to be grateful to Clark for stopping them before they stepped over the intimacy threshold, but somehow, her dearest wish was to go back in time and not give him the occasion to reveal anything to her. Ignorance was kind when the truth was too painful. She was burying her head in the sand. What would it change to be kept in the dark about something that was true and couldn't be changed? The pain stabbing her heart right now would have been ten times worse if he'd waited to be intimately involved with her before he told her about his being Superman. She darted a careful glance at him and met his pleading, almost frantic expression. She couldn't let that mollify her, not after the lies and deceit. "Were the kisses part of the pretence, too?" she heard herself ask harshly. She knew it wasn't fair to him, that she was only lashing out at him as a means of revenge. And as expected, a look of disbelieving hurt drew all blood from his face. But there was no remorse on her part, no regrets for words that went beyond her thoughts. Clark swiftly got up from the couch and silently walked to the kitchen area without a glance back at her. She'd only got a glimpse of his expression before he'd turned away, but it had been enough to tell her how upset and hurt he was by her assumption. But the ugly face of the guilt that welled up in her mind was overpowered by the truth that had been lying in her accusation. How was she to know that every little detail of their relationship wasn't part of Superman's master plan to fool everyone? And who was he anyway? Clark or Superman? Or some hybrid mix between the two? He claimed he was Clark Kent, but she knew that wasn't true. When he showed up at a disaster scene or saved a cat in distress, he was none other than the hero she'd christened some two years before, and whose name had been pronounced all around the world. He'd been given the keys to the city of Metropolis, he'd become an honorary citizen of the United States, he had met the heads of many states, and encouraged the signing of peace treaties between enemy nations. Superman sure wasn't *just* a pretence. He did believe in what he stood for, and in what good he brought to the world. Clark, on the other hand, was living in a calm area of Metropolis, worked in a major, national newspaper, and cooked organically-grown vegetables. He was your basic, run-of-the-mill, all-American guy, who could get passionate over the Superbowl or the NBA championship. Was *he* the pretence, despite what he was claiming? It was just so confusing to try and reconcile two people she'd always considered as very real, into one that was, after all, a mixture of two of her closest friends. One had been silently waiting for her to fall in love with him, while the other had rejected her. What kind of game had they - *he* - been playing, there? Suddenly needing more answers than her reflections were able to give her, Lois joined Clark where he'd taken refuge and planted herself in front of him, crossing her arms in a challenging and somewhat protective manner. "All right," she started when he made no effort to acknowledge her presence. "You're him. He's you. Whatever." He simply glared before returning his attention to the mugs he was washing and which seemed to hold a complete fascination for him all of a sudden. "Why reject me as Superman? And why ask me out as Clark? What kind of game were you playing?" "Superman isn't real, Lois. I told you already, the person you'd fallen in love with was a two-dimensional character, one that had no past, no present, and no future. Other than helping out with the disasters he'd be trying to avoid on a daily basis. He's no-one. Superman is only a disguise, nothing more." "Clark, Superman *is* real! He's *you*! Isn't it the person beneath the suit that matters?" "Precisely." He threw her an angry look, then as she raised her eyebrows in confusion, spoke up again. "Superman is the ordinary man you said you'd love just the same if he had no powers at all, Lois." Lois lowered her eyes, the weight of words she'd thoughtlessly pronounced a few months ago hitting her full-force. She remembered that painful moment of her life, her embarrassment at Clark's declaration of love in the park and the hurt she'd felt when Superman had turned her down on the same day. Everything made sense, all of a sudden, from the superhero's angry reaction to Clark's withdrawal after the whole mess of her wedding with Luthor had been called off. It was obvious that he couldn't let her believe he loved her as Clark when he was convinced she was only attracted to the powers. How shallow he must think she was! And yet, it had never crossed her mind before that Superman could be just a disguise. To her, he was just as real as Clark Kent, and...and he was being *unfair* to make such an accusation to her when he was aware of things she *wasn't*. "All right," she started, doing her best to keep her voice calm and even. "I'm sorry for how I made you feel, but try to see things from *my* point of view. I was in love with a man I thought was very real. I didn't have any idea that it was the same man I'd rejected a few hours before, and I couldn't have known!" Clark remained silent and still didn't look at her, but he stopped his restless activities around the kitchen to stand in a corner and lean against the counter. Lois took a few steps forward, carefully approaching him and afraid he'd refuse their closeness. She timidly reached out to take his hands in hers and heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't flinch or push her away. "To me, Clark and Superman sure had a number of common points, but they were both different entities. *You* were two different people," she murmured, getting desperate for a reaction, and losing the last of her hopes as he remained immobile and unresponsive. ******************** Clark felt Lois's fingers twine around his and swallowed the lump rising in his throat. If this woman had the power to make his anger rise in a mere second, she could soothe him just as quickly, and only with the power of her touch. The soft contact of her hands on his was too much of a reminder of what they'd shared before he'd told her the whole truth about himself, and he was feeling drawn to her despite his irritation at her initial reaction and apparent lack of understanding. /You were two different people./ He could see so clearly how it must have seemed to her. No question had been raised as to Superman's life outside the rescues he'd performed, and she'd never imagined that he could hide as someone perfectly normal. When he thought about it, it was precisely the point of his disguise in the first place. However, the original plan he'd set up to keep some kind of privacy had turned against him and made his existence a living hell as far as relationships were concerned. Especially with Lois. To her, it had seemed very simple until tonight. There was Clark, who was her best friend and partner at work, and whom she appreciated without having any remotely romantic feelings for, and there was Superman, who was an unattainable superhero gifted with powers, sure, but also with the security of someone who stood for truth and goodness. The image he projected to the outside world as Superman was shadowing the fact that it was still Clark who was wearing that flashy suit, and Lois was no exception to the crowd of bystanders. He'd wanted her to see something he'd put so much effort into hiding, and all of a sudden, he realised how unfair that sounded to her. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he finally whispered, "I suppose...you couldn't have known." Taking a deep breath, he clasped her hands more firmly into his, looking down at their entwined fingers and letting a shaky smile reach his face. "I always wanted you to see the...*normal* side of me. As in the Clark side of me." "But you're both Clark and Superman, Clark. You might go by the name you grew up with, you might be a reporter, and a pretty good one, at that," she added, letting out a playful chuckle when his eyes went round at the compliment, "but you're still *him*," she continued, her voice dropping a couple of notches and turning seductive, "even when you're wearing this...sexy black shirt of yours." She was right. Somehow, by hiding the truth from others, he'd also hid it from himself, and it was Lois, his Lois, who was reminding him that he was a complete person, and not just one half of his identities. Her last argument suddenly registered, and his eyebrows rose into his hairline. "Sexy?" he asked huskily, imperceptibly tugging her towards him and bending his face closer to hers without quite closing the distance, as if implicitly asking for her permission. Lois didn't reply, reaching up to plant a soft kiss on his lips instead. She withdrew her hands from his grasp to wrap them around his neck and pull him down to her. "Very," she murmured throatily, her fingers running a caress through his thick, black hair and enticing him for more of her delicate attentions. Clark's head was spinning. The soft touch of her mouth against his was enough to send him spiralling out of control, and he was having a hard time putting a straight thought in front of the other when she was standing so close to him that the heat of her skin was radiating on his. "Ah...we...ah...lost a lot of time...didn't we?" he finally stuttered half-coherently, relief washing over him as he realised that things were going to be okay, now. "How 'bout we make up for it?" she suggested with an inviting wink as she inched herself closer, ever so slowly. He could only nod before she launched herself at him with a kiss that sent all remaining thoughts out the window. Clark, Superman, and multiple identities faded to a remote, faraway world as he wrapped his arms around the woman he loved and rejoiced in their newfound bliss. "You know," she gasped, drawing away from him for a bare second before she joined her lips to his again in another sweet kiss, "Could be...ah...more comfortable...over there." She waved in the vague direction of what could be the living-room area just as much as the bedroom, before returning her fingers to the unbuttoning of his shirt, leaving him in no doubt of her naughty intentions. His first instinct was to cover her hand and stop her movements a second time, but he held himself back when he met the warning and somewhat insecure look on her face. "No more running away, Clark. You promised," she reminded him, her tone turning serious. He nodded, becoming aware as he did so of the weight of that silent approval, and as she took her hand in his and led him towards the archway to his bedroom, he understood that this time, there would be no secrets holding them back. "Lois..." he murmured hesitantly, darting a worried look at her, "Are you...sure?" "Clark!" she protested. "It's almost three in the morning; what do you think I came to your place for?" "Uh...coffee?" Her outraged growl was lost in his kiss as he finally complied with her demands, silencing her to lose himself in the love they were sharing...and many years of happiness to come. - The End - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kaethel Kaethel@wanadoo.fr I used to think, as birds take wing, They sing through life, so why can't we? We cling to this, and claim the best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain R.E.M. - I'll Take the Rain ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 18:35:26 -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: FFQ: Lex's "Ark" occupants On Tue, 25 Sep 2001 20:37:31 +0100, Meredith Knight < meredith@PUTWET.DEMON.CO.UK> wrote: >When Lex planned his "Ark" in ASU, who would he have taken/invited >along? Lots of muscle, obviously, for a private army / instant farming >community. Would he have invited any VIPs? Businessmen... political >leaders... ? That's a very interesting questions, Meredith. It's been awhile since I've seen the episode, so I can't quote the script. But just thinking about it, might he deliberately *not* invite current leaders, so that he himself would be the only one in charge? Lex might also consider himself an expert in business and the economy, so might not require anyone else to set up the banking industry in the "new world". I would imagine he would want some doctors along to treat the sick and injured. Maybe some chefs to prepare his meals? Experts in farming would be good, though I'm not sure that Lex wouldn't sneer at the "inferior" common man who works with his hands. (Exactly how he sees Clark, I bet.) It probably depends on how far ahead he was thinking -- on one hand, he might only invite those he felt were of high enough intellectual quality to populate the new world, but on the other, he would run the risk of having 'too many shepards and not enough sheep' if he only invited the ambitious. He would surely need laborers, but would he lower himself to invite them? I'll be interested to see what others have to say about this one! Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 19:40:25 -0500 Reply-To: truitt22@flash.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: timothy truitt Organization: tnt technical services Subject: Re: NEW: Glimpses of Tomorrow MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I enjoyed the story Erin keep writing merry ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 10:13:28 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicole Wolke Subject: NEW: Rumors (1/1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Hi, the following vignette is just a little gag. However I had fun writing it and maybe some of you guys have fun reading it :-). Story: Rumors PG 13 (for language maybe) Nicole Wolke Ckgroupie@gmx.net - Did ya hear? - No, what? - Lane and Kent have something going. - Who said that? - Eduardo. When he passed the Chief's office, he heard him talking to his wife on the phone and he told her that he had to pay for a bottle of Champagne and a broken lamp when Lane and Kent had their latest stakeout down at the harbor. - And you think…? - Well, what do *you* think? - Oh! Wow… *** - Heard the latest news yet? - Nah, what is it? - Eduardo passed the door of the chief's office and heard that Lane and Kent did it. - What do you mean "it"? - *it*! - You're kidding! - No, absolutely sure. He said they drank a bottle of champagne and broke a lamp. - Wow! - That's what I said. *** - You are not going to believe what I heard just now! - Why? What is it? - Lane and Kent had sex in the chief's office! - Never! - I tell you! They even broke a lamp when they were doing it. - Unbelievable! How did that happen? - Well, I think it probably was the alcohol. Makes you lose your inhibitions and such…. They drank a whole bottle of champagne first. - Who would have thought? Kent always seemed such a mild mannered guy. - Well… - Wow. - Indeed. *** - I *have* to tell you. I'm about to burst if I can't tell anyone! Did you hear the news?! - No. Shoot. - Kent got drunk and jumped Lane in the chief's office! - Come on! You're pulling me! - No, I swear it's true! He had had a whole bottle champagne. They even broke a lamp in the office. - But Kent? He would never do something like that! - It's always the quiet ones… - And what happens now? - I have no idea. - Wow… *** - You're not going to believe what happened! Kent is going to get fired! - Fired?! Kent? Never. He's the chief's favorite. - Not anymore. - Why? What did he do? - He was drunk and jumped Lane in the Chief's office. She beat a lamp over his head. - Ouch! That's indeed news! Is she going to the police? - I don't know, but I'm sure he'll get fired. - Yeah. Wow… - yeah. *** - Did you hear? Lane is going to sue Kent! - Why that? - Sexual harassment or even rape. I don't know. - Nah, that's bunk. Eduardo said she seemed happy yesterday and he *saw* it after all. - He *saw* it?! - Yeah, I heard he passed by the door of the chief's office. That's when he noticed. - Oh. So it's not true that Lane beat a bottle of champagne over Kent's head? - No. No, I didn't hear that. I heard they broke a lamp, but not that Lane beat it over Kent's head. Come on, Kent? Who would ever believe something like that about him? - Yeah, you're right. - So it probably was mutual, huh? Wowowow… *** - Hey, it's not true, you know, the story about Lane and Kent? That he "jumped" her. It was mutual. - Oh, really? But you're right. Didn't sound like Kent at all. - Exactly. If it had been told about Lane though… har har. - Yeah, har har. She's hot! - Absolutely. That chick is... WOW! *** - BTW it wasn't Kent who was drunk. It was Lane! - That's what *I* thought! Women who drink alcohol! Yikes! And what happens now? - No idea. But you know, Kent is after Lane for ages. That's no secret. - Yeah, you're right. So he probably is happy now. - If she remembers… - Oh, I'm sure she does. Come one, a guy like Kent?! Every woman here thinks that. - If you say so… - Oh yeah, trust me. A guy like Kent… WOW! *** - Hey, look! There are the two lovebirds stepping out of the elevator1 - Yeah, behaving as if nothing happened. - They think they can fool us. - Har har har. We know though! - Exactly. - Look at Kent. The smile Lane has for him… lucky guy! - And Lane. She's lucky! Look at the glances he's giving her. That guy adores her. Lucky girl! - Mhmmm, to be in love again… wow… - Oh yeah… THE END -- AKA CKgroupie on IRC/AIM NKWolke@t-online.de "The Dean Cain News Page" http://members.tripod.de/CKgroupie/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 06:13:58 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "C.C. Malo" Subject: Re: NEW: Rumors (1/1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Great fun, Nicole. still grinning over it. And it's all so probable -- that's exactly how office rumours can get started. thanks :) Carol ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 07:59:33 -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: Rumors (1/1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ROFL! That was brilliant, Nicky I don't usually like that style of formatting, but for this story it was perfect. Anything more would have only gotten in the way. Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam In God We Trust United We Stand ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 18:21:21 -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: FFQ: Lex's "Ark" occupants In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:37 PM 09/25/2001 +0100, you wrote: >When Lex planned his "Ark" in ASU, who would he have taken/invited >along? Lots of muscle, obviously, for a private army / instant farming >community. Would he have invited any VIPs? Businessmen... political >leaders... ? >-- >Meredith Knight Grape growers, wine makers, vintners, 5-star chefs, Rolls Royce mechanics, experienced old tailors, falcon keepers, a really good secretary (I mean, one who can type)... Debby dls@thuntek.net ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 18:22:51 -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: NEW: Gotcha! (1/2) In-Reply-To: <20010925121929.13246.qmail@web10903.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" A very clever little story that treated all characters with respect and fun. Debby dls@thuntek.net ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 08:23:16 -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: Point of No Return - Part 3/3 In-Reply-To: <00b401c14603$9ffa1ee0$dd40f9c1@oemcomputer> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Oh Kaethel, what a wonderful read. I enjoyed this so much. Thanks Gerry ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 08:20:56 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: NEW: Glimpses of Tomorrow MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/25/2001 3:32:01 PM, erink@IDA.NET writes: << With a full heart and a renewed sense of hope, I stretched out my arms and headed for home. >> Beautifully done, Erin. I loved it :) -Crys- ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 09:23:12 -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: Rumors (1/1) Absolutely wonderful, Nicole!! Very cute and funny. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 09:47:04 -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: Point of No Return - Part 3/3 This was great, Helene, thanks for posting it here. Long stories are nice when you want to settle in for the evening, but I really miss these short stories. :) s s s s s s s I especially liked this part, from part 2 ... >>>> "How long have you been...him? And why? And how?" "Tw - " "Do you have your powers when you're Clark, too?" "Ye - " "Are you two completely different people, or are you still Clark when you're Superman, or still Superman when you're still Clark?" "I'm al - " "Why didn't you tell me before?" <<<<<< I can totally see Lois and Clark here! Very well done. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 10:50:30 -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: OT: Premature Baby Resources? Kathy, How are your friend and her baby doing? Marilyn ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 16:22:13 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Missy Gallant Subject: Re: OT: Premature Baby Resources? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Yes, Kathy!! I'm interested also!! Missy >Kathy, > >How are your friend and her baby doing? > >Marilyn _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 13:06:13 -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: Tempus Fugitive In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Actually, TNT has been cutting some material that could be controversial. In addition to cleaning up curse words and deleting the word "G-d" whenever it is uttered as part of a curse, certain scenes involving bombing a middle-eastern country were cut from "An American President". So I guess I am not surprised that L&C eps were also re-arranged. Carolyn >On Tue, 25 Sep 2001 06:34:48 -0700, Karen Jury wrote: > >>Kathy, >>Tempus Fugitive wasn't shown out of order. It's the >>18th episode of the 2nd season (it helps having my >>handy list of episode titles in old messages in my >>mailbox). That explains why Whine Whine Whine was on >>today. > >Thanks, Karen. But actually, it was shown out of order -- >TNT skipped Return of the Prankster, Lucky Leon, and Resurrection >because they felt they all had terrorist/bombing plots which would >be inappropriate given what's going on in the world right now. They also >skipped Target Jimmy Olsen which normally comes between Tempus Fugitive >and Whine Whine Whine. Next time, I would imagine they'll run things >in order again, but for now, there were, in fact, several episodes missing. > >Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 10:11:12 -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: Fanfic Question - Blood and Vicious Attacks MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Okay, I have a few questions of the 'ooh, icky!' variety. If blood from two sources were mixed together at a crime scene, how much info would forensics be able to decipher back in 1993? Gender? Presence of things like birth control pills? Was there much done with DNA at that time and was it feasible to do the testing on mixed samples? Next icky question: If someone were to attack another person with a knife wanting to incapacitate him as quickly as possible, where would be the best place to stab him? Is it feasible in a frontal assault or should it only be done from behind? Thanks for any and all help. (Just hoping that the answers don't get too gruesome!) Irene ===== sirenegold@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 10:51:51 -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: Fanfic Question - Blood and Vicious Attacks In-Reply-To: <20010926171112.74515.qmail@web10904.mail.yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi Irene, Well, I have no idea about the first question. > Next icky question: If someone were to attack another > person with a knife wanting to incapacitate him as > quickly as possible, where would be the best place to > stab him? Is it feasible in a frontal assault or > should it only be done from behind? I would imagine like a gun, a knife wound to the stomache would be the most painful and would incapacitate the person the quickest. I don't know much about knifes, but hopefully some stuff I learn from karate class will help. In class, we are taught to always aim for a person's solar plexus around where the sternum is, because no matter what size is the opponent, that will knock the air out of him. Also a stomp to the instep of the foot incapacitates a person for sure because he won't be able to walk. We are also taught to aim roundhouse kicks at the kidneys because they are less protected than other organs and damage to them can be long lasting. (My grade 10 social studies teacher fell on a video camera during a ski trip and damaged his kidneys. 3 years later, he was still having problems and had to take a 6 months leave of absence.) Also, a punch to break the adam's apple is lethal. And if you punch someone in the nose, not directly in front but punching up from the bottom, you can easily push the nose bone right through the skull into the brain. Okay, I better run before cyber tomatoes start coming my way for being so gross :p Hope this helps, Simba ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 13:40:59 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: james Subject: L&C episodes? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit hi, mes a lurker.....just got a broadband connection so is there any place online where one can download all the episodes?thanks in advance. ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 19:15:03 +0100 Reply-To: Yvonne Connell Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: Fanfic Question - Blood and Vicious Attacks MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Irene, I can't answer the first question. Extensive reading of thrillers in my teens tells me that the answer to the first one is that you'd stab upwards from the front, thus making sure you get past the ribcage to all the soft vulnerable bits underneath... Yvonne (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 16:07:37 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: Point of No Return - Part 3/3 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/26/01 10:47:35 AM Eastern Daylight Time, kathybrown91@HOME.COM writes: > This was great, Helene, thanks for posting it here. Long stories are nice > when you want to settle in for the evening, but I really miss these short > stories. :) > Yes, thanks for remembering this list for those of us who don't read the mbs. :) But unlike Kathy, I prefer the long stories so GET CRACKING on your long one! --Laurie (wondering if she shoudl be thinking about stealing---um, borrowing--Helene's shears) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 15:33:54 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chris Carr Subject: Re: Fanfic questions re juries Thanks again to all concerned for the help. Chris ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 23:21:24 +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: Rumors MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Nicole, this made me have the best laugh I've had in days. Working for = an airline these days is no laughing matter I can tell you that. I = really needed a pick me up when I came home, glad I tuned in. Thanks! Ursie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 19:19:43 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: OT: Looking for... Comments: To: afolcslife@yahoogroups.com, DeanCainFans@yahoogroups.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I want to apologize to those of you who get this post more than once! I'm basically looking for someone who'd be interested int doing some online newsletter/magazine designing for me...on a fairly regular basis. More information will be provided to the people who email me. Speaking of email, you can reach me at LoisLane9397@aol.com Thanks! Alexis ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 20:57:53 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: Football players with glasses? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/12/01 3:21:52 AM Eastern Daylight Time, AMCiotola@AOL.COM writes: > . (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!) > Just catching up, at long last. Anne, I cannot for the life of me imagine how this can be. I am very sure that I was out of high school before you were born, and I and many people wore contacts back in the 60's. I even wrote a feature story for my high school newspaper about contacts and what kind of student wore them. Granted, there were no *soft* contact lenses back then, so you had to have eyelids of steel (or at least a certain level of tolerance to irritation), but most of the athletes I knew wore contacts. There was even an All-American swimmer at my high school who swam in contacts -- the really old ones that pretty much covered your eye. He was so nearsighted that if he didn't, he wouldn't see the end of the pool coming and would run right into it. Basketball games were frequently stopped for someone to find a lost contact. (Now that I think back, we even staged a lost contact photo op at the bottom of the main staircase for the article.) So if the question is about Clark, he could have worn contacts or as Adam pointed out, sports goggles -- which is what my son wore when he played soccer. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 20:01:09 -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: boards MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Is anyone else having trouble or is it just me?:( CM ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 19:39:58 -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: boards In-Reply-To: <20010926.200128.-271165.3.cmoncado@juno.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii --- Carol L Moncado wrote: > Is anyone else having trouble or is it just me?:( > > CM You're not the only one, Carol. My access has been uneven and slow when I can get in. Frustrating! :( Irene ===== sirenegold@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Listen to your Yahoo! Mail messages from any phone. http://phone.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 22:53:24 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Becky Bain Subject: Re: Fanfic Question - Blood and Vicious Attacks In-Reply-To: <20010926171112.74515.qmail@web10904.mail.yahoo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed >If blood from two sources were mixed together at a >crime scene, how much info would forensics be able to >decipher back in 1993? Gender? Presence of things >like birth control pills? Was there much done with >DNA at that time and was it feasible to do the testing >on mixed samples? All I can cite with certainty is the O.J. Simpson murder trial - Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman were killed in June 1994, and the prosecution certainly used blood evidence and DNA testing during that! And from what I read about that particular crime scene, there must have been many "mixed" samples. I think I read someplace that the testing they did back then (sheesh, seven years ago is "back then"!) needed a lot more blood than the tests they do now. I'd think they could determine gender, if the sample was large enough. Birth control pills, I don't know. Do those show up in the bloodstream at all? In testing, I mean? Clearly, you don't want to consider me an expert on this. But I hope it helps at least a little! Becky rbain@qwest.net "Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty." - President John F. Kennedy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 04:50:20 -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: NEW: Glimpses of Tomorrow MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi Erin, I'd just like to second Crys' comments. I loved how this story went from= sadness to hope. You have a very sensitive touch with emotions... beautifully written! Yours Jenni ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 04:50:36 -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: NEW: Rumors (1/1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi Nicole, This was a great piece of fun and I know I needed something to make me laugh. Thanks for sharing this with us. Yours Jenni ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 04:50:58 -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: Point of No Return MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi Helene, I thoroughly enjoyed your vignette. Very romantic... very waffy. And Lo= is didn't stay mad for long! :)) Anger is such a waste of time when there are other much more satisfying things to do. Now, Helene, please get back to writing NWH2. Yours Jenni ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 12:06:44 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: boards MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit They seem to be down - again - for me this morning too. I've just about gotten out of the habit of checking them these days as the frustration is getting bad for my blood pressure. LabRat :) > > You're not the only one, Carol. My access has been > uneven and slow when I can get in. Frustrating! :( > > Irene > > ===== > sirenegold@yahoo.com > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Listen to your Yahoo! Mail messages from any phone. > http://phone.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 09:18:43 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 In a message dated 9/26/01 9:53:27 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Aerm1@AOL.COM writes: > Just catching up, at long last. Anne, I cannot for the life of me imagine > how this can be. I am very sure that I was out of high school before you > were born, and I and many people wore contacts back in the 60's. I guess it just depended then, becuase I know my own sister didn't even try getting them until I was senior in high school, she was a college junior, and even then she couldn't at the time because she has astigmatism. I never said they didn't exist, just that in my school, it wasn't common and I played sports from middle school on up so I knew what friends who wore glasses did while playing at least Basketball or Softball. Anne ;) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 09:29:04 -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: NEW: Glimpses of Tomorrow In-Reply-To: <200109270450_MC3-E15C-252A@compuserve.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > I'd just like to second Crys' comments. I loved how this story > went from > sadness to hope. You have a very sensitive touch with emotions... > beautifully written! > > Yours Jenni > Thanks, Jenni! And thanks to everyone else for the kind words for this short little story. I'm glad you enjoyed it. :) 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, 27 Sep 2001 20:11:38 +0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gay Devlin Subject: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed Hi Everyone, Sorry folks, my first post came back to me looking dead peculiar, so I'll try again. As some of you will know, I'm doing PhD research on the Lois & Clark online fan community, specifically looking at what has led to its establishment, what factors sustain it and what factors threaten its continuation. Nine months ago I posed a couple of questions to fans and got lots of insightful responses which have been very valuable to me. I was wondering if people would like to discuss my next question either on the List or by e-mailing me privately if preferred. I've been reading a lot of theory about online identity and I am interested to know: *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - why/why not *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not Any thoughts people can give would be very much appreciated. If you don't want me to mention you in the published thesis that's fine - just say so. On the other hand if you are happy to be quoted under your real name or a pseudonym I will undertake to do that too. Many thanks in advance, Gay ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 19:03:15 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicole Wolke Subject: Re: NEW: Rumors (1/1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Thank you to everyone who wrote nice words about my "Rumors" (btw, is that rumors or rumours? My spell checker didn't know!). I'm glad you enjoyed it :-) Nicole -- AKA CKgroupie on IRC/AIM NKWolke@t-online.de "The Dean Cain News Page" http://members.tripod.de/CKgroupie/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 13:24:31 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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/27/01 12:12:14 PM Eastern Daylight Time, devlin@EMIRATES.NET.AE writes: > *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not no one > *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - > why/why not my mother was aware, but she died last December. > *whether your L& don't have any. ;) sorry, short answers. --Laurie (and since there quite a few Laurie's in FOLCdom, we can get pretty confusing) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 12:41:08 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Liz S Subject: Re: boards Me too! Constant problems! Which makes me sad :( because then it's harder for the writers to get in and post their new story segments, and harder for me to post the comments I'm catching up on! Liz S. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 18:52:32 +0100 Reply-To: Yvonne Connell Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: NEW: Rumors (1/1) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 'Rumors' is the US spelling, and 'rumours' is the UK spelling, Nicky. Can't help you with other English-speaking countries :) Yvonne (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 12:51:20 -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: boards MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This is a big part of why there is no new part of Sister Switch up (That and I realized this child could be here literally any day (even though s/he'd be early) and how much I need to do before the big arrival). I'll put it up on the list at least tonight and hopefully the boards too. CM (Whose yellow folders went onto the second page yesterday and the only thing she could open was the new Hearts Divided - which I loved BTW! - and nothing else! AHH!) On Thu, 27 Sep 2001 12:41:08 -0500 Liz S writes: > Me too! Constant problems! Which makes me sad :( because then it's > harder > for the writers to get in and post their new story segments, and > harder for > me to post the comments I'm catching up on! > > Liz S. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 19:33:48 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey :) > As some of you will know, I'm doing PhD research on the Lois & Clark online > fan community, specifically looking at what has led to its establishment, > what factors sustain it and what factors threaten its continuation. I remember, Gay, and I'm very interested in your PhD - I assume other FoLCs have already asked you this question, but I can't remember your answer: will you make your PhD available to the FoLC community once it'll be finished? > Nine months ago I posed a couple of questions to fans and got lots of > insightful responses which have been very valuable to me. I was wondering > if people would like to discuss my next question either on the List or by > e-mailing me privately if preferred. Well, personally I always enjoy such discussions on the list; seeing all the others' point of views is fascinating. :) > I've been reading a lot of theory about online identity and I am interested > to know: > > *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not > *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - > why/why not > *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not I'm what you could call a closet FoLC; namely, very few people know about my obsession to L&C, and even less people know about my writing fanfics. Back in highschool, I was in a class where many people watched L&C, so we discussed it together, and I didn't hide my obsession with it - I even wore a Superman t-shirt a couple of times, back there. The year after my "baccalaureat" (that's the French equivalent of the US graduation), I was in a school where people were very narrow-minded, and being a fan of a TV show wasn't well accepted among the students, there. On a side note, let's just say I left that school after a year, and without any regret. When I rejoined the university on the next year, it was a lot better and it wasn't a problem to say you enjoyed watching a TV show - people didn't stare at you as if you'd grown a second head, that is. However, I still kept a certain cautiousness around the confession that I was a FoLC. The main reason is that Lois & Clark has always been considered like a kiddie show over here (which I think is totally ridiculous, but well...), so I've always been concerned about getting weird looks if I said I was a Lois & Clark fan. Still, no-one ever laughed at me when I told them, back in the university, even if they didn't watch the show. Up until last year, I had a couple of Lois & Clark posters on the walls of my apartment, and also in my bedroom back at my parents' place, but I took them off when I redecorated everything. They're still around, but not obvious to anyone visiting me. Which actually makes me more comfortable. I'm not *ashamed* of being a FoLC, but I just don't want to be judged on that. It's like something very private to me, something that belongs to my little world and that I keep separate from the rest of my life. So in the end, very few of my friends know about the real extent of my obsession with Lois & Clark, although many of them know about my online friendships - and I'm sometimes getting weird looks for that, too. :P~~~~~~~~~~~~ As for fanfic writing, only my parents know about it, and they know I don't want them to read my work - my writing is even more of a private thing than my belonging to the FoLC community. I assume it's because you put so much of yourself into your stories that you'd feel kind of naked if people read it. Okay, of course, FoLCs do read it, and I don't have any problem with this, on the contrary. :)) But FoLCs share my obsession for those characters and their everlasting love, so it's not the same - we're on the same boat - many readers are also writers, or will become writers at some point. And those who don't want to write can understand just as well the need to invent stories about our favourite TV show. Actually, I *do* want to share my stories with them (even if I'm always scared like crazy before I post anything, but that's another problem entirely ). I know it's quite a paradox, and I don't really understand it myself - but I suppose it has to do with the fact that I'm sure FoLCs won't find it strange that someone is writing fanfiction, whereas you can get a curious (and even probbing, sometimes judgemental) "Oh?" from people who aren't fans of a TV show and belonging to an internet community. I never tell my friends (even my closest friends) that I write fanfiction, because I'd be too scared that they read it. I know it's silly, but it's just something that I feel is special to share with people who will want to read a story about Lois and Clark, and not people who will want to see what the heck that friend of theirs is doing in her spare time. I'm almost sure that at least a couple of my closest friends suspect that I'm writing, too - they know I'm reading fanfiction, so it's not a far step ahead to assume I'm writing it, too, especially considering they're aware of my obsession with the English language, too. But in a nutshell, as you can see, I'm really very much of a closet FoLC. ;) > Any thoughts people can give would be very much appreciated. If you don't > want me to mention you in the published thesis that's fine - just say so. > On the other hand if you are happy to be quoted under your real name or a > pseudonym I will undertake to do that too. I'm not sure you'll find anything useful for your PhD in my very long rambling (sorry about that!), but if you do and want to mention me, could you please use my pseudonym (Kaethel) and not my real name? I'd appreciate that. :)) (yet another obsession about that closet thing ). Helene (aka Kaethel) :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kaethel Kaethel@wanadoo.fr I used to think, as birds take wing, They sing through life, so why can't we? We cling to this, and claim the best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain R.E.M. - I'll Take the Rain ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 19:30:33 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kaethel Subject: Re: Point of No Return MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey guys :) Gerry, thank you so much for your comments - I'm happy you enjoyed this little fluffy piece. :) Kathy, thank you, too, and even more particularly for picking this piece of dialogue - I'm so glad it sounded like the Lois and Clark you remember from the show. :)) I really wasn't expecting Lois to react like that when I wrote this scene, but she sort of...um...took control of the conversation. ;) Laurie wrote > :) But unlike Kathy, I prefer the long stories so GET CRACKING on your long > one! > > --Laurie (wondering if she shoudl be thinking about stealing---um, > borrowing--Helene's shears) ROTFL! My next long one should get posted to the MBs within a few weeks, Laurie. As for the shears...um...should I duck and run? Unless...no, hang on, the shears wouldn't attack their owner, would they? Jenni, thank you, too. :) And yes, I agree, smoochies are much more satisfying than anger. ;) As for NWH II, believe it or not, I'm working on it! :) Thanks again for your feedback, you all! Helene :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kaethel Kaethel@wanadoo.fr I used to think, as birds take wing, They sing through life, so why can't we? We cling to this, and claim the best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain, I'll take the rain R.E.M. - I'll Take the Rain ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 14:41:52 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: James Tull Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? On Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:11:38 +0400, Gay Devlin wrote: I will be happy to have you include me, but use my Mr. D8a pseudonym, my wife came up with it and I like to make her happy.(That should give you plenty to work with right there ;-) ) >*who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not< I don't particularly hide the fact or trumpet it from the mountain tops. It is part of who I am, just like I am a Christian and an American. I often discuss with off-line friends what I am discussing with my on-line friends. Sure I get the occasional odd look but most of my friends know that when I have a passion for something, I rarely hold back. >*if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - why/why not< Same as above. It's easier with my wife's family than mine. Most of my youth was spent in escapism reading and they are of the opinion that if it isn't real it isn't worthwhile. >*whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not< My wife told her mother what I would really like for Christmas, A Superman Shield tie. She grinned and I got it. (It's interesting that that same Christmas I got a Star Wars tie from the head of the Accounting department that I support. I guess that just proves my eclectic tastes!) I wear the Superman tie to work one day out of each month, the day of our first financal Close. It is a way for those around me to know that I am in the middle of closing and to leave me to my super-human efforts to get the data processed from 56 different divisions in one day. (I wear the Star Wars tie for the second Closing of the month which is not nearly so bad.) I have created a Lord Kal-El theme for my work computer and a Superman theme for the home computer, which my wife loves. I also have a Super-Dad hat that I wear infrequently. To me and Elisabeth, my wife, LnC is a fun thing to be a part of. We won't be part of it forever, but that is the way with everything, except Christ. James ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 15:56:45 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi Gay :) Nice to know you haven't gotten sick of us yet > Nine months ago I posed a couple of questions to fans and got lots of > insightful responses which have been very valuable to me. I was wondering > if people would like to discuss my next question either on the List or by > e-mailing me privately if preferred. You'll probably get some of each, but I like talking about myself to the widest possible audience And it's interesting to read other people's answers, too... > I've been reading a lot of theory about online identity and I am interested > to know: > > *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not Pretty much anybody, assuming the topic comes up. Back when I had an office job, I told my co-workers various anecdotes about my online stuff (some of them have even read one of my stories), now it occasionally comes up with my fellow stay-at-home moms. Some people are pretty uncomprehending, but I've not really ever had anyone look down on me for it. > *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - > why/why not Because it's part of my life, and I think it's a pretty cool part. I have friends and acquaintances all over the world now (and most of them have read my writing, which I'm very proud of), and if I want to talk about them, I kind of have to give a little context :) I've bored my mother so much that if I mention the Kerth Awards ... she understands :) And she wishes me luck! I'm also lucky enough to have some real live FOLCs in the area -- we're trying to get together this Saturday night, in fact. We're all deeply normal people (well, okay, maybe we're a little wacky ) and it's made me realize that you cannot judge people on appearances > *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not Right now a lot of it is stored, because it used to be on display in my cubical at work, and now that I don't work I don't have a cubical anymore I have a fair amount at home, though (along with my husband's Star Wars posters ) so my kids both know Lois & Clark on sight. My son has watched so many L&C videos he wants to do forehead touches with me now > Any thoughts people can give would be very much appreciated. If you don't > want me to mention you in the published thesis that's fine - just say so. > On the other hand if you are happy to be quoted under your real name or a > pseudonym I will undertake to do that too. If you find anything worth quoting, you have my permission to use it, and you may use my real name. Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam In God We Trust United We Stand ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 15:09:58 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? Hi Gay, First, good luck with your PhD! As some of us on this list know, it's very hard work and extremely time-consuming while you're doing it (and also, a little like discussing FoLCdom with non-FoLCs; it gets you funny looks from people who've asked you about it and then wonder why you're still talking about it five minutes later... ). But it's well worth it in the end! :) Especially when you can wave that 'Dr' title in front of annoying people who insist on asking whether you're Miss or Mrs! >*who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not Other than FoLCs? Only my husband - and it's kind of hard for him not to know! My closest non-FoLC friend knows that I have internet friends, and that it's all connected with the fact that I write stories which are on the internet somewhere, but I don't talk about anything else related to FoLCdom. Helene expressed it very well: people in RL just wouldn't understand, and I don't want to be looked at as if I have two heads! Plus, I can't see it going down very well in my work environment; I'm an academic, working with a weird bunch of other academics (yeah, I know; occupational hazard!) and I can just see all these guys, with books and articles to their names, and who - if they read fiction at all - read really esoteric stuff, and watch foreign-language films, looking completely appalled at the idea that I write fiction based on a US TV show. >*if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - >why/why not Well, I think I answered that above! >*whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not Well, my L&C videos are in the study, so anyone visiting them could see them if they look hard enough; having said that, we have loads of videos. I don't have anything else on display, and I confess that when my academic co- author visited my house a few months ago so that we could work on our book together, I cleaned up my PC (mail folders, browser favourites and so on) so that nothing L&C-related was visible! I do have copies of Kerth and nKerth certificates on my hard drive, but not printed out or anything. I use my lcfanfic.com email address as part of my signature - but if I'm emailing a non-FoLC I always remove it! Yes, I guess you could call me a *very* closet FoLC! Wendy ---------- Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 21:47:49 +0100 Reply-To: Yvonne Connell Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I, too, like talking about myself , so here you go: Firstly, I think ashamed is too strong a word for what I feel. It's just that I know none of my friends and family will have the remotest idea of what this all means - they would pigeonhole it as completely and totally wacky and probably rather immature if I told them. They'd probably also think (without saying) that it wasn't healthy; that it's a very insular, unsocial activity to spend many hours on a computer sending emails to people instead of picking up the phone and speaking to them in person. Furthermore, I suspect they'd think this is below my intellectual capacity - I should be reading Proust or something . That's a very snobbish attitude, I know, and they'd never actually say that, but there would be something hanging in the air, if you know what I mean. To my closest friend and my parents, I've admitted I'm part of an online community whose common interest is a Superman TV show. The waves of disapproval and pity coming off my friend whenever I mention it are so strong that I've never, and will never, tell her or my parents that I actually write fanfic. She, and they, simply wouldn't understand. To her, I've tried equating the emails to letter-writing, a respected, time-honoured tradition - I've even cited 84 Charing Cross Road as a prime example of the sort of relationship one can strike up through correspondence alone, but she still considers the written word superior in some way to the emailed word. I once told my friend the story of a work colleague whose wife left him for a man she met on IRC, and I think my friend worries that I might do a similar, ill-considered thing. The fact that she might try to phone me, and get the engaged tone for hours on end while I'm online, probably doesn't help! So the only people outside Folcdom who know that I write fanfic are people who aren't so close to me - work colleagues, and a friend from the choir I sing in. Memorabilia - I don't own any, other than two tasteful t-shirts with the El symbol on them . I usually get a jokey comment or two from friends and family when I wear them, but that's cool. Sorry that was so long, but I'm procrastinating . FoDIV is calling me, and I'm studiously ignoring it ;) Yvonne (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 15:51:40 -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 Wed, 26 Sep 2001 20:57:53 EDT, Ann E. McBride wrote: >Just catching up, at long last. Anne, I cannot for the life of me imagine >how this can be. I am very sure that I was out of high school before you >were born, and I and many people wore contacts back in the 60's. Certainly people had contacts in the 80's when I went to high school, even those with astigmatism. (I'm one of them.) But I definitely agree with Anne that it was a lot harder to fit them. I have an astigmatism and it took me several tries before I found a contact I could wear in high school -- soft ones were not possible for me at the time, only gas perms. It wasn't until the early 90's, I think, that soft lenses were perfected for people with an astigmatism. It's what I wear now, but I spent many years with gas perms, which are just not as comfortable. I wasn't aware, though, Ann, that they were this common in the 1960's -- in fact, it surprises me because my brother went to high school and college in the late 70's and it was a big deal when he got contacts. He had the hard kind, of course, and had all sorts of problems with them. So I guess Anne must be right when she says it depends on where you grew up; they definitely didn't become super-common in my area until the 80's. >So if the question is about Clark, he could have worn contacts or as Adam >pointed out, sports goggles -- which is what my son wore when he played >soccer. Indeed, my question was about Clark, but contacts obviously wouldn't have worked for him since he presumably was careful to keep his glasses on. These days, it would look unusual for him to want to keep playing sports with glasses but after the answers I got, I think it's safe to say that back in the 70's and 80's, people wouldn't have been surprised if Clark had played with glasses, especially if he could use the excuse of having an astigmatism and not being able to wear soft lenses. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 15:56:06 -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: L&C episodes? On Wed, 26 Sep 2001 13:40:59 -0400, james wrote: >hi, mes a lurker.....just got a broadband connection so is there any place >online where one can download all the episodes?thanks in advance. I don't know anyone who has uploaded all the episodes -- I know there were a few here and there, but I seem to remember those hardy souls who created the files saying that they took up an enourmous amount of room and they wouldn't be able to do more than a few. Tapes are frequently swapped, however, and if you are in the US, you can make your own first generation copies from the reruns being played on TNT every morning. They don't always run them in perfect order each time (Xmas episodes are often saved for late December, for example), but you can get a pretty good set that way, in only a few months. If you want a full set ASAP, I believe annesplace.net has message boards with a tape swapping area? I'm sure someone will correct me if I'm wrong, but it's worth checking out. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 15:52:11 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey there. I'm also a closet Folc. Except for one Folc who lives near me, no one I've actually met knows about this - and that includes my hubby. He knows I write some kind of fanfic (if he paid close enough attention to certain conversations we've had - but that's up for grabs) and that I have internet friends, though he's kinda suspicious about that - not sure why, except that it's something that's hard to understand unless you've BTDT. I mentioned to the person who is sometimes my best friend (she's awfully finicky and friendship is always on her terms and I'm getting sick of it) that I have a couple of friends that I met online and she looked at me like I was crazy. As for my hubby, there's another underlying reason why he doesn't know which fandom (if he even knows what that means), but I'm not going to go into that here. He knows I don't like people I know to read what I write. I'm not sure why that is. I don't mind posting stuff and hearing from all kinds of people on the boards or list - good or bad - but having someone I actually KNOW read it is something entirely different. I find myself starting to tell anecdotes (did I spell that right) and then stopping myself because I don't know how to attribute it to anything "acceptable" among people I know. I have a serious inferiority complex and I guess rejection/criticism is easier from people I don't see every day/week. As for LC stuff - don't have any except the tapes I'm trying to tape and those are hidden in the back of my video cabinet - well I do have an autographed Dean photo and that's in an envelope with a bunch of other pics (like me with Elizabeth Dole and wedding pics that aren't in our album) that is stuck inside the album, but it's a Ripley's promo photo so I'm not sure it counts. As for ashamed - I don't think so, but like I said I have rejection issues (comes from years of not being good enough for my father - see my "Lois and Sam" for my life with my dad) and it's more that I don't want to be ridiculed by people who don't understand. It's the same about anything I feel strongly about. With that best friend I mentioned, I keep my opinions on lots of things to myself, because I know that she doesn't agree with me and will belittle my opinion (I know best friend is kind of strong for someone you can't be yourself with, but best is also a relative term - a better friend than anyone else I know. The best dentist visit is still no fun, just better than all the others.) That's part of the reason my hubby doesn't give me a harder time about friends online because he knows how hard the last few years have been without any real friends - too busy working and going to school to make any real friendships - and he's glad that I have some people I can talk to - especially since my *real* best friend (for real) lives 1300 miles away and it's too expensive to call her as much as I'd like. If you want to use any of these ramblings you're welcome to, but please use carolm. It's probably more than you needed to know, but I hope some of that made sense and might help! CM ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 16:02:43 -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: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed I think I can aswer there question more or less together, since they're all related. I, too, am a closet FoLC. I've been a fan of the show since it first aired, but I only actively got involved in FoLC-dom proper about a year and a half ago. Anyone who knows me very well at all knows I like the show. I don't know if it's just something about this part of the coutry or what, but anyone you approach will be more than happy to tell you what their favorite show is and why, and there's never any shame in that. However, only one friend outside of FoLCdom has any idea how much into the show I am (and they found out by accident). I'm not shy about mentioning to people the fact that I write stories as a hobby, but I never tell people what the stories are about. I mention that they're on the internet, and I suppose that anyone could type my name into yahoo and find them (I did that one and found them easily). My friends know that I talk to people from all over the world online, but they don't know what brings us together. Even going to LAFF, I told everyone that I was going to LA to visit friends, which wasn't a lie at all. My boyfriend doesn't know about my being a FOLC, but he probably suspects. As for stuff, I have mt t-shirt, I have a screen saver, and my winamp skin (thanks to James for designing that). That's it. No posters, my tapes are in the entertainment center, my stories are shoved in a generic looking notebook in my bedroom. So from outward appearances, it would seem that I am, in fact, ashamed of being a FoLC. I guess in some ways that's true, but in other's it's not. For years I've looked down my nose at trekkies and the like, thinking it was silly how much they went out about some dumb TV show. I still have reservations about doing such a thing myself, but I really think that, as far as FoLCs go, I'm not the most rabid fan around, either. If I were to be involved in any fadom on the internet, I think this one is the best. The people are great, very considerate and nice and knowledgable, and they almost never make me fell the need to dissaccociate with them. So why don't I tell anyone? I think Helene said it best - it's part of my private little world, and I tend to be a fairly private person. I'm also a little shy, and maybe I'm afraid of what people would think. I also think there's more to myself than just being a fan of the show. So...I'm proud to be a FoLC, but I'm not going to go out of my way tell people. If that makes sense. Gay: just use my last name, please (Leuch). I know there's not a whole lot of Leuch's out there, but...I'd just feel better I guess. GO CYCLONES! Cindy Leuch isuleuch@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 16:05:48 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Fanfic Question - Blood and Vicious Attacks On Wed, 26 Sep 2001 22:53:24 -0600, Becky Bain wrote: >All I can cite with certainty is the O.J. Simpson murder trial - Nicole >Brown and Ron Goldman were killed in June 1994, and the prosecution >certainly used blood evidence and DNA testing during that! And from what I >read about that particular crime scene, there must have been many "mixed" >samples. I don't know about the blood, but Becky's mention of the OJ trial made me think of another famous celebrity case. I believe it was the Mike Tyson rape case (that was in the early 90's, wasn't it?) where they took semen samples from the hotel bedspread where he raped the young woman in question. The testing showed that there was semen from at least a few different men on the bedspread -- think about *that* next time you sprawl on a hotel bed. But the point is that they were obviously able to distinguish semem samples that were mixed around the time frame of your story, so presumably they could do the same with blood? Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 22:12:18 +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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? In-Reply-To: <5.0.0.25.1.20010927200949.02b80eb0@emirates.net.ae> MIME-Version: 1.0 Interesting topic! I have chosen to use a pseudonym for most of my on-line activities, because there are some pretty weird people that you can run across in cyberspace. It's a bit of extra insulation between those people and my family and working life. I'd probably use the same pseudonym if I did something "real-world" that I didn't want to be connected with my job - publishing a novel, for example. My family (husband and kids) know about my FoLChood, inevitably. It hasn't come up with my extended family or friends (it's a fairly recent interest), except with one friend who expressed an interest in what I was writing. A number of people know that I participate enthusiastically in the Dictionary Forum, and some of them think that's pretty weird. I suppose I would choose to let fewer people know about being a FoLC, basically because it's a more private and "romantic" interest and I'm a fairly private person. I don't have L&C memorabilia, but my L&C videos are lined up in the lounge, just under the Buffy/Angel tapes. I think my husband's embarrassed about the L&C ones, but I'm not. But both of us are a bit embarrassed when our sons run about all day humming the L&C Superman theme, staging "rescues" and calling each other "Lois" and "Clark"... Meredith -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 16:53:35 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? Boy, this is my day to post to the list. On Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:11:38 +0400, Gay Devlin wrote: >*who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not My husband is obviously aware of it -- he's not always super-keen on the time I spend doing it ;) but when I started getting heavily into it, we'd just moved several states away from my friends, my family and my career to a rural area where I only met one other college educated woman the two years we were there, all so he change careers ... so I think he was just grateful I wasn't plotting his murder. He is fully aware that I write fanfic and nfic, but does not read it -- I don't have any interest in sharing something like that with someone who wouldn't get it. If he would express genuine interest, then I might be tempted, but that's not going to happen, so it's off limits to him. My parents know a bit about it, my mom mainly. She was a fan of the show herself, and used to call me up to discuss episodes after they were over. She also used to ask me if I had any inside information on what was going to happen next "because I know you find out stuff on the internet". She's read a few of my PG fanfics (mainly my S5/6 episodes) but has no idea about nfic (not something you discuss with your mom). She keeps asking why I don't channel my talents into writing a real book that I can sell to make money ... my answer is always "because then it wouldn't be fun anymore". ;) My best friend also knows a little about it, though she doesn't share my obsession with being on-line -- she'd not one for communicating through email and she thought IRC was kind of boring when I showed it to her, but she has read a couple of my nfics and thinks it's a fun hobby. She, too, wonders why I'm not writing a novel, and gets the same answer. Some of my real life friends know I love the show and that I still watch it in reruns on TNT. It has also come up in conversation on occasion that the on-line chatting I do is with other people who like the show, but I doubt they really know what being a part of an on-line fandom is all about. It's more something that I may mention in passing rather than anything I go out of my way to talk about with them. >*if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - >why/why not Mainly I don't go around announcing it because I don't think people would understand. I'll mention things in passing if it comes up -- that I met such-and-such friend through the internet "of all places", or that I chat on- line with "people who like the same tv show that I do" -- but I don't generally go out of my way to educate people about it. As for fanfic, I think people would understand even less about that than general chatting (after all, even non-computer literate people know about AOL chat rooms or have seen "You've Got Mail" with instant messaging, so you can describe IRC to them in broad terms). The one exception to that is one of my husband's cousins -- she's heavily into anime fanfic, so we have discussed writing and fandoms at length. As a side issue, I think people who write nfic generally have to be more careful about mentioning it than people who write just gifc. Since my husband is a college professor, I have to be especially careful not to put him in an awkward position at work. For example, several years ago, there was a student at his former college who was a FoLC. She asked me several times for my nfic (back then, there was no archive -- you only could get it direct from the author) but I always ignored her emails. There was no *way* I could let her read those stories given where she attended school. "Non distribution clauses" are great, but all it would take would be one "hey look at what Dr. Brown's wife wrote!" and things could get very ugly. That said, I do use my real name on my stories (and you are welcome to do so in your dissertation, should you quote me on anything) because I have a very common name. Doing a search on "Kathy Brown" bring up many hundreds (if not thousands) of hits, and I've gone through several pages of links without seeing anything of myself. >*whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not I don't have a whole lot, but what I have is not generally out on display. I have an L&C coaster that a friend made for me that's on my desk, but my tapes are stored in a cabinet away from the kid tapes and my magazine clippings are in a binder on my bookshelf. I do have a few t-shirts, but I tend to wear them as nightshirts, not as day wear. OK, this is *way* longer than I intended; sorry! But I, too, have been enjoying other people's answers. :) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 18:09:04 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Alexis W." Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/27/01 9:12:14 AM Pacific Daylight Time, devlin@EMIRATES.NET.AE writes: > *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not > *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - > why/why not > *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not > > Feel free to use my name if you'd like. :) Let's see...I've been a fan of LnC since it began in 1993. I didn't have the internet back then, so I spent my time writing in my journal how each episode effected me and I also saved all TV Guide and news clippings. Lois and Clark started when I entered high school and it ended the day before I graduated! ;) Every Monday afternoon, I'd get together with a couple of friends during lunch to discuss the show. I brought my clippings and my journal with me..I usually looked over that. Actually, Lois and Clark seemed to be one of the MAJOR focuses of my life back then. I remember an episode being the topic of discussion, until a new ep aired the following week. It wasn't until 1997, when I got the internet and Lois and Clark was unfortunately gone. That's when I spent my time and I still do, talking to people online about it. I mainly do that now.I keep my conversations about LnC focused on the online community. I never was really able to talk to my family about it, since they can't stand the show! The really ironic thing was that my parents started watching LnC a couple of weeks before I tuned into it. When I finally fell in love with it and the rest became history, my parents stopped watching, because they couldn't stand it! hehe I didn't actually start collecting real LnC merchandise, until the show was canceled. Part of me is disappointed that I waited so long. Like I said earlier, I collected news clippings and such,. but I never really put anything on display, until I went off to college. At that point, I really didn't care who knew that I still loved that show and I will forever love that show. I covered my walls of my dorm with Lois and Clark posters and pics. It kinda became the 8th wonder in my dorm suite! ;) I hope this helps! Alexis W. ;-.) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 18:44:33 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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/27/01 12:12:14 PM Eastern Daylight Time, devlin@EMIRATES.NET.AE writes: > *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not > I don't really discuss my online membership of FoLCdom with anyone. My children mock me for it (even though they do "weird" things too -- my almost 19 year old son is sitting here with 2 friends watching DragonballZ, so he has no room to talk.) It does strike me as odd that they tease me about my interest in Lois and Clark, because they are the ones who introduced me to the show back in 1998. And I am pretty sure that the older one is the one who suggested I search on the internet for related websites, etc. I tried telling my parents, who of course really didn't understand. When I wrote my first fanfic, they read it and commented, "That's really good. Why don't you write a real story?" *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - > why/why not I guess I just answered that question on the first one. > *whether your L& The only memorabilia that I have is a collection of tapes, which I keep in my bedroom -- not because I care if someone sees them so much as I don't want the kids to tape over them. Since I am pushing 50, I don't have posters of any sort. I have never been a memorabilia collector, so I don't have anything. I wouldn't say that I am "ashamed" to be a FoLC. It's more of a private thing. Maybe if I knew people locally who were also FoLCs, I would be more open about it. Hard to say. In a certain sense, it's nice to have a niche in the world where I am just me -- not the kids' mom, not my parents' daughter, not the teacher. I think I would prefer that you just use my first name and maybe last initial. On a side note, Gay -- your name seems very familiar to me. I know that I had a student at U Va back in 1976 named Gay. Are you she? Ann ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 17:50:33 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? Yvonne wrote: >>>I'm procrastinating . FoDIV is calling me, and I'm studiously ignoring it ;)<<< Get thee to thy keyboard and get writing! We want MORE FoDIV!! Wendy ------------ Wendy Richards wendy@lcfanfic.com ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 19:53:25 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: Fanfic Question - Blood and Vicious Attacks MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit << If blood from two sources were mixed together at a crime scene, how much info would forensics be able to decipher back in 1993? Gender? Presence of things like birth control pills? Was there much done with DNA at that time and was it feasible to do the testing on mixed samples? >> Gender can easily be determined from a blood sample. In my high school biology class (in the mid-90s) we looked at some blood cells under a microscope to detect Barr bodies, which are inactivated X chromosomes and are therefore only present in blood samples taken from women (since they are XX and men XY). So if you had some blood, you could determine whether the blood came from a male or female by checking for these. However, simply checking this could only tell whether or not any of the blood belongs to a woman; it couldn't tell you how whether it was one woman and one man, or two women, etc. However, even back in 1993, there were more sophisticated ways to analyze DNA. In your scenario, does the forensics team have any idea who the blood could belong to? If they do, they could check the DNA of the known people against the unknown sample, to determine whether the known person's blood is in the unknown sample. I'm also sure they could have tested for the presence of birth control pills. This would simply entail taking the sample of the blood and checking hormone levels, since that is what birth control pills affect. Mixed samples don't really create an added problem in DNA testing, since typically you test for the presence of several (sometimes very specific) genetic markers. If you need more specific info or a better explanation, Irene, let me know. I have plenty of molecular biology & genetics textbooks just sitting on my bookshelf, eager to be used again :) Christy attalanta@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 19:58:38 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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/27/01 6:50:47 PM Eastern Daylight Time, wendy@KINGSMEADOWCR.FREESERVE.CO.UK writes: > >>>I'm procrastinating . FoDIV is calling me, and I'm studiously > ignoring it ;)<<< > > > Get thee to thy keyboard and get writing! We want MORE FoDIV!! > What Wendy said! (Or I'll send the rodent with the disemboweling shears after you. ) Ann ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 18:56:30 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > What Wendy said! (Or I'll send the rodent with the disemboweling > shears > after you. ) And everyone thinks Folcs are such a nice group of people... :rolleyes: CM(who really has no room to talk!) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 18:48:52 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Hey, I don't care if you use my real name! >*who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not I tell anyone and everyone! Because it is so exciting to me to find all this online when I'm so interested in it, so I have to tell others even though they may not care! >*if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - >why/why not I tell my family because they know how much I love Lois and Clark related things, and understand that I always talk about it, and I do! My friends I tell but a few I don't tell everything because they think I'm retarded and get annoyed! >*whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not > Most of my L&C memorabilia is displayed on the door to my bedroom or on my wall! I have a collage of pictures and I love it! I have one picture framed, and then some other pictures that won't fit anywhere are in my L&C binder that has lots of pictures in it! April >From: Gay Devlin >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? >Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:11:38 +0400 > >Hi Everyone, > >Sorry folks, my first post came back to me looking dead peculiar, so I'll >try again. > >As some of you will know, I'm doing PhD research on the Lois & Clark online >fan community, specifically looking at what has led to its establishment, >what factors sustain it and what factors threaten its continuation. > >Nine months ago I posed a couple of questions to fans and got lots of >insightful responses which have been very valuable to me. I was wondering >if people would like to discuss my next question either on the List or by >e-mailing me privately if preferred. > >I've been reading a lot of theory about online identity and I am interested >to know: > >*who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not >*if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - >why/why not >*whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not > >Any thoughts people can give would be very much appreciated. If you don't >want me to mention you in the published thesis that's fine - just say so. >On the other hand if you are happy to be quoted under your real name or a >pseudonym I will undertake to do that too. > >Many thanks in advance, > >Gay _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 21:07:09 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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/27/2001 12:12:14 PM Eastern Daylight Time, devlin@EMIRATES.NET.AE writes: > *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not > *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - > why/why not > *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not > I don't discuss it very much... at least not outside of close friends and family. It just doesn't come up. It's too much a part of me to make a big deal of. Everyone knows I'm a Superman nut (the backpack, keychain, coffee mug, and 15 different shirts were giveaways), and they support that with christmas gifts and such. No one seems to mind... it's no stranger than my husband's Scooby Doo interest. We both have large plastic "lockers" with our stuff inside (and overflowing through the bedroom, as the collections are always growing), and I keep a few things at work (I'm a teacher). I also actually USE my stuff, so I'm rarely seen without at least one S-shield someplace on my body... socks, earrings, necklace, etc. Everyone seems to know I love Superman, and even total strangers comment on it. Yeah... I'm a FoLC... and I'm proud of it. It's not something you ever really get over... kind of like malaria . -Crys- ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 19:58:58 -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, 5/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit So sorry this didn't get out Monday. Was waiting to hear back on a certain section and didn't hear back until yesterday and then had board issues! This baby isn't coming any time soon I don't think (course soon is a relative term - month at the most, but probably less!) so I am going to get as much written as possible before then and post as regularly as possible. Comments appreciated! CM ***** >From part 4: Cal couldn’t believe the feelings that overwhelmed him as he kissed her and he felt her respond to his kiss in a way that Lara never had. Lara. The love of his life was Lara, not Leah. He pulled back and stared at her regretting what he had done. Perhaps given her false hope that someday he could love her like that. "I'm sorry, Leah. I shouldn't have done that." He stood and reached out to help her to her feet. He brushed the snow off of his clothing and watched as she did the same. "We better be getting back, Cal." She looked at him with her trusting brown eyes and knew that, somehow, things had changed. ***** Part 5 Leah was grateful that only her mother was in the kitchen when she and Cal returned. The ride back had been awkward, neither sure of what they should say. By the time they arrived, she was shivering from the cold. Her clothes were wet from the snowdrift and the temperature had dropped as clouds began to gather again. Elizabeth looked at her daughter, concerned. "Leah! What happened?" Cal was helping her into the warm home. "She, uh, took a spill into a snowdrift." Elizabeth reacted quickly. "Take her to your room, quickly." She took a basin and poured some cool water in it. She instructed another family member to warm some water and bring it up when it was done. She hurried up the back stairs. Cal had picked Leah up and carried her to their room. He set her gently in one of the large chairs and pulled it back from the fire. Too much warmth too fast would be a bad thing for her right now. He called softly for Elizabeth to come in when she knocked. "Cal, you're going to have to help me get her out of those wet things." Cal looked at her with wide-eyes. "She's your wife, Cal." "But..." "Help me." Her tone left no room for argument. He numbly followed her instructions, until Leah was dressed only in her undergarments. Elizabeth began to bathe Leah's arms, lower legs, and face in the cool water with a towel. Cal was careful not too look directly at Leah in her under things. Even though she was his wife, it somehow seemed wrong. Cal was also beginning to shake. "Cal, you're starting to steam. Get out of those things, now." "Yes, ma'am." Cal learned quickly not to argue with his new mother-in-law. He gathered a few things and went into the adjoining room to change his clothes. When he returned Samuel was there as well and Elizabeth had finished with the lukewarm water. Leah's color was starting to come back, though her temperature was still low. "Samuel, turn back the covers. Cal, carry her over to the bed." Cal nodded and bent to pick her up. She was light as a feather and still cold. He carried her to the bed and set her down gently. "Now, Cal, once we leave, you need to undress to your under things and get in there next to her. You're cold as well and that is the best way to warm both of you up. One of us will come check on you later and bring you some soup. Do you understand?" Cal nodded. Her voice softened. "I know this isn't how you had planned on spending the first few days after your wedding, and I know you probably aren't completely comfortable being in such a state of undress with Leah, but she is your wife and you are the only one who can help her now." Cal nodded again and slowly began to take off his clothing as Elizabeth closed the door behind her. When he was as closed to undressed as he could get without being completely exposed, he crawled in the bed next to Leah and wrapped his arms around her. She was still so cold. He pulled the covers up as far as he could and pulled Leah as close as he felt he could without hurting her. "Thank you." The words were barely a whisper. "Shh. Rest and warm up." "I'm so cold." "I know. I'm sorry. I never should have dropped you in the snow drift." "I never should have pushed you over." "Are you getting warmer?" "A little." "Why don't we try something else?" Leah nodded slightly. "Roll towards me." Cal rolled onto his back and Leah followed. "Put your head on my shoulder." Leah complied. Cal wrapped one arm around her and pulled her to him. One of her arms, almost of it's own volition, slid across his stomach until she was holding him as well. He laid his other arm across hers, aware of her gentle curves that were pressing into him and that her legs were now intertwined with his. He closed his eyes and tried not to imagine what it would be like if this were Lara instead of Leah. Leah was his wife and it wasn't right for him to be thinking of her sister instead, but he still didn't seem to put her out of her mind. Soon they were both asleep. ***** Cal was having another one of those dreams he'd had for the last couple of days. There was Leah, with short hair, lying next to him, apparently without *any* clothes on. And himself next to her, also undressed, and looking down at the bed? It seemed they were floating on the ceiling. He heard himself say. She seemed at a loss for words, something he somehow knew was very unlike her. He found himself at a loss for words as well. She sighed. They laid there for a moment and then she continued. And his own husky reply, Cal could feel himself begin to kiss Leah again. It almost seemed real. He rolled so he was half-lying on top of her, kissing her like he needed her. One hand stroked her arm and her side. He couldn't let himself think. He had to just go with what he was feeling. ***** Leah slowly realized that she wasn't dreaming. Cal was kissing her. Her. Not Lara, but Leah. It certainly seemed like it, anyway. The kiss began to deepen. Leah had no experience kissing men, save the two she had shared with Cal - one at the wedding and one in the snow - but she seemed to know what to do instinctively. One of her hands rested on Cal's strong, washboard stomach and the other reached around to pull him even closer to her. She didn't protest as he began to undo the laces that held her garments on. It wasn’t until she felt his hand slide under the clothing onto the soft skin beneath that she gasped. And even then it wasn't because she objected, but because of the sensations it sent coursing through her. She pulled him closer still until he began to kiss the side of her face and then her neck. The feelings that were so new, and yet so right and so comfortable, continued to grow until she could be silent no longer. "Oh, Cal." ***** The sound of his name woke him. He had been in the most pleasant dream, kissing that other Leah and caressing her on the ceiling. He woke to find his head buried in the side of her neck and her whispering his name. And his hand! What was he doing? He quickly pulled back and rolled over. He closed his eyes and avoided looking at the young woman who lay next to him. "Cal? What is it?" "I'm sorry, Leah. I had no right. I was dreaming... and I must have... I'm sorry. Forgive me." So he didn't want to kiss her like that. He must have been dreaming of Lara. Of kissing Lara and touching her. What a fool she was! Cal would never want her like that. He would spend the rest of his life pining away for Lara and if she ever had to perform her "wifely duty", as her mother called it, it would only be for children or to satisfy his desires and not have anything to do with loving her. "It's fine, Cal. I was..." She took a deep breath. "I was dreaming, too." Cal almost turned to look at her. She had been calling his name, he was sure of that, but he wasn't going to ask what she had been dreaming about. A knock at the door interrupted any further conversation they may have had. Cal sighed as he sat up. "Coming." He pulled a shirt on over his head and tossed another to Leah without looking at her. "You might want to put this on." Leah picked it up from where it had landed on the bed. She really should have retied her laces, but she didn't have time and didn't really care either. She pulled the shirt on over her head, breathing deeply and noticing that it decidedly smelled like Cal. It was so big that it practically swallowed her. Cal turned back, praying that Leah had put the shirt on already. "Are you ready for your mother to come in? She has supper." Leah nodded and pushed herself back so that she was sitting against the headboard. Elizabeth smiled to herself as she noticed her daughter in one of Cal's shirts. Things must have gone well. "Are you feeling better, Leah?" "Much better. Thank you, Mother." "And you Cal?" "I feel much better as well, Mrs. Lincoln." "Nonsense, Cal. We're family now. Elizabeth or Mother, whichever you prefer. Did either of you get any rest?" Leah nodded, while Cal answered. "We both did, Mother." He added the last almost shyly. "I didn't want to give either of you too much until you are completely well, so here is some chicken soup. It's mostly broth, but it will be good for you. Would you like to eat there, Leah?" Leah nodded. She really didn't want to get out of the bed in front of either her mother or Cal. "Are you going to join her, Cal?" Cal shook his head. "I tend to spill when I eat in bed. Not that I do often, but on the rare occasions that I'm sick, there tends to be more soup in the bed than in my stomach." Elizabeth nodded as she set the tray in front of Leah and took the other bowl to the little table by the fireplace. "Samuel thinks you should be able to get home without any trouble by morning. I'll make sure all of your new things are packed up, Leah - most of them already are - and take care of packing the wedding gifts. You just feel better. Cal, would you like me to make sure your things are packed as well?" "No, ma'am. I'll take care of it. ***** They ate in silence. When they were finished, Cal pulled on a pair of pants and took both of their dishes down to the kitchen. Leah took the time while he was gone to redress herself and put on a warm nightgown and robe from the next room. She tucked Cal's shirt in her trunk, underneath some of her other things. She wanted to keep it, for some reason she couldn't quite explain. She heard him call her name from the next room. "I'm in here." "Leah, you're really not strong enough to be getting around by yourself yet. May I come in?" "Yes." Leah closed the trunk and turned to him. "Your mother wants to know if you want to come down and sit with your family for the rest of the evening. We are the only guests left. The rest went home this afternoon while we were gone." "I'd like that. I'd love to spend some time with my little brothers and sisters before we leave." "You're to sit on the couch and not tire yourself, or you'll never get fully well." Leah nodded and was surprised when Cal swept her into his arms. "I don't want to take any chances with you." "I'm a grown woman, Cal, not a child." "I know, but you are still weak, aren't you?" Reluctantly, Leah nodded and allowed him to carry her downstairs. ***** It was several hours later when Cal carried her back to their shared room. He placed her gently on the bed and tucked her in, promising to be there in a minute. He claimed he forgot to ask her father a question, but he really just wasn't ready to lie next to her again, not after what happened the last time. Intellectually, he knew that he was married to Leah and so kissing her was acceptable, as were other things, but he loved Lara and he felt that he was cheating on both of them. Lara because she was the one he loved and Leah because he loved someone else. Ten minutes later, he returned, hoping to find Leah asleep. He undressed quietly and slipped under his side of the covers. He was startled by the soft voice from the other side of the bed. "Good night, Cal." She was still awake. There was something he needed to do. "Leah, there's something I need to do. I must apologize to you." "For what?" Leah rolled so that she could see him. Cal tore his eyes from her face. Framed as it was in the moonlight, she looked like an angel straight from heaven. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier and," he paused to take a deep breath, "that I don't love you as a man should love his wife, but I promise to be good to you and to do everything in my power to not hurt you." Leah nodded and turned away from Cal so he couldn't see the tear that stole silently down her cheek. He couldn't love her, but she knew that she was falling in love with him. ***** TBC ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 21:19:36 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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/27/2001 5:54:38 PM Eastern Daylight Time, kathybrown91@HOME.COM writes: > As a side issue, I think people who write nfic generally have to be more > careful about mentioning it than people who write just gifc. Since my > husband is a college professor, I have to be especially careful not to put > him in an awkward position at work. Hmmm... interesting. As an elementary school teacher, you'd think I'd be in the same situation. Perhaps I should be, but I'm just not embarrassed by anything I've written. It's no stronger than most mainstream fiction, and I doubt Nora Roberts is concerned about what anyone thinks. Interestingly, I used my fanfic site as my school "Website" project, so anyone in the district can see what's there. Most of my church friends have the url as well, although I doubt any of them read. No, I don't give the url to kids, but neither do I hide it from them. If they want to wade through 250 pages of story to find the snippets of sex... hell, they've earned it . Further, I'll have the honor of having made them read 250 pages (a feat that is SUPER in itself). I've actually been surprised at seeing all the "closet" fans. No one has ever given me a hard time about my interest - other than hubby griping about the online time I spend, and that's to a minimum nowadays. It's really not that big of a deal. Most everyone is hooked on something, and L&C is no different. Frankly, I'd be more embarrassed if I was hooked on a soap! -Crys- (who doesn't mind being quoted... Crystal Wimmer if you want the official name) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:22:53 -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: OT: Premature Baby Resources? On Wed, 26 Sep 2001 10:50:30 -0500, Marilyn L. Puett < no1supermom@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote: >How are your friend and her baby doing? Thanks, Missy and Marilyn, for asking. :) So far, so good ... the baby was only on oxygen for 3 days, which is amazing for a baby so small (2 lbs, 1 oz). What's more, even for those three days, he was breathing regular room air (21% oxygen) unlike most premies who require 50% oxygen levels. He also started eating within a few days (through a feeding tube, I assume) which is great -- they told my friend that it usually takes a week before they are capable of digesting anything beyond sugar water. Right now, he's under the bili-lights 24/7 to try to get rid of his jaundice, but all in all, everyone is telling her the baby is doing *extremely* well. Unfortunately, my friend is still in the hospital -- aside from the really rough c-section, she developed some type of infection which sent her temperature sky high -- 103, 104, for days. Major anti-biotics but they still can't get control of it. It's finally starting to come down now, after a week. She actually feels OK, considering, but they won't let her see the baby until she's fever-free for 24 hours, which means she's been able to go up to the NICU exactly once to see him, and then only through the window. She's pretty desperate to go home ... aside from not being able to sleep because the nurses are coming into her room every half hour all day and night, they actually keep giving her roommates who have their babies rooming in with them. She keeps saying it's not that bad, but I think that's just cruel. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:27:20 -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: Tempus Fugitive On Wed, 26 Sep 2001 13:06:13 -0400, Carolyn Schnall < cschnall@MED.CORNELL.EDU> wrote: >Actually, TNT has been cutting some material that could be >controversial. In addition to cleaning up curse words and deleting >the word "G-d" whenever it is uttered as part of a curse, Carolyn, are you saying that TNT is removing such things from L&C? Or from other programming? I've been watching the episodes and nothing has been obviously missing, at least not that struck me as odd at the time. Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:35:03 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? On Thu, 27 Sep 2001 21:19:36 EDT, Crystal Wimmer wrote: >Most everyone is hooked on something, and L&C is no >different. Frankly, I'd be more embarrassed if I was hooked on a soap! Good point, Crys. Amy missed the beginning of WHALTTA this morning so she asked if I'd put in the tape for her this evening. Jim said later, "So you're rotting Amy's brain now, too, huh?" I told him that he didn't have anything to say about it considering he sneaks off to the bedroom to watch Andromeda and StarGate and other such SciFi shows. At least L&C is a show we can watch together (aside from a few episodes which I plan to screen, given that Amy's only six). Of course, the irony of his statement was that, despite his grumblings, Jim sat on the couch and watched the entire L&C episode with us. ;) Kathy ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 21:27:04 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Marilyn Puett Subject: Re: OT: Premature Baby Resources? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Kathy, I'm so glad to hear that the baby is doing so well. Does he have a name yet? Sorry though that Mom is fighting an infection. I hope she gets to go home soon; she'll rest much better in her own bed. I remember how rough it was to be in a room with three women and their new babies when mine was in the NICU (I delivered in an Army hospital where there were no private rooms). The second time around, because of the rist of early delivery, I signed up for a private room. When he was born, they had no private rooms available, so I said okay to a semi-private. The baby's Apgar scores were 8 and 10, so I figured we were okay. Unfortunately, he started having breathing difficulties a few hours later. He had breathed coming thru the birth canal and developed aspiration pneumonia. I still remember that night: I was hurting like h*** from afterbirth pains, I was nauseous from the medicine they had given me for the pain, they'd just told me my baby was in NICU, and my roommate had afterhours visitors who insisted on watching the "A Team" at ultra-high volume (the first and only time I've ever seen that program). I gritted my teeth and told my husband to call the doc and tell him to find me a private room even if it was on the brain surgery floor! What I found out was that the OB-GYN floor had no vacant private OB rooms, but they had vacant private GYN rooms -- I got one of those on doctor's orders. I'm just surprised they would put a rooming-in newborn in her room. Aside from the mental cruelty factor, if she's too sick to see her own baby, why isn't she too sick to be around somebody else's? Even if they aren't preemies, they don't need to be around someone with an infection and high fever. DUH!!! Please give your friend our best wishes and tell her we're thinking about her and her new little one. Please keep us posted. He's part of the "family" now! :-) Marilyn AKA Supermom >From: Kathy Brown >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU >Subject: Re: OT: Premature Baby Resources? >Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:22:53 -0500 > >On Wed, 26 Sep 2001 10:50:30 -0500, Marilyn L. Puett < >no1supermom@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote: > > >How are your friend and her baby doing? > >Thanks, Missy and Marilyn, for asking. :) So far, so good ... the baby was >only on oxygen for 3 days, which is amazing for a baby so small (2 lbs, 1 >oz). What's more, even for those three days, he was breathing regular room >air (21% oxygen) unlike most premies who require 50% oxygen levels. He >also >started eating within a few days (through a feeding tube, I assume) which >is >great -- they told my friend that it usually takes a week before they are >capable of digesting anything beyond sugar water. Right now, he's under >the >bili-lights 24/7 to try to get rid of his jaundice, but all in all, >everyone >is telling her the baby is doing *extremely* well. > >Unfortunately, my friend is still in the hospital -- aside from the really >rough c-section, she developed some type of infection which sent her >temperature sky high -- 103, 104, for days. Major anti-biotics but they >still can't get control of it. It's finally starting to come down now, >after >a week. She actually feels OK, considering, but they won't let her see the >baby until she's fever-free for 24 hours, which means she's been able to go >up to the NICU exactly once to see him, and then only through the window. > >She's pretty desperate to go home ... aside from not being able to sleep >because the nurses are coming into her room every half hour all day and >night, they actually keep giving her roommates who have their babies >rooming >in with them. She keeps saying it's not that bad, but I think that's just >cruel. > >Kathy _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 19:34:44 -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: Part 8/? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Unforeseen Consequences: Part 8/? by Nan Smith Lois sank down on the living room sofa and reached for the last, remaining slice of pizza. Sandi Olsen slowly gathered up the boxes for disposal in the trash while Lois chewed on the now-tough slice. "Mom?" Lois looked around at the sound of her oldest son's voice. CJ was standing at the foot of the stairs, looking unusually solemn. "What is it, honey?" she asked. "Those guys that were after Linda. Who are they?" "Oh." Lois took another bite and patted the place next to her. CJ obediently came to sit beside her and waited patiently while she chewed and swallowed. Sandi re-entered the room and was about to take a seat, when the characteristic wail of a new baby broke the silence. She sighed. "I guess the nap is over. I better go get him." Turning, she hurried toward the den where five-week old Perry Olsen had been sleeping. Moments later she returned with a red-faced and cranky baby. "He needs to be changed," she explained. "I'll be back in a minute." "Okay. I'll wait until you get back, then. You need to know about these lunatics, too." Lois popped the last bite of pizza into her mouth. It was amazing how good cold pepperoni pizza tasted, after four weeks of sweet and sour pork, green salad and iced tea. Not that the other items were bad, but she was glad to find something else that didn't turn her stomach in the afternoon. Come to think of it, those pickled kumquats Clark had brought home from that trip to wherever he'd been a couple of days before were beginning to sound awfully good. Belatedly she wondered if there were any green onions left in the refrigerator. CJ didn't say anything, but she could tell he was upset. Her oldest child never had been much of a worrier; in that way, he was different than his father had been as a boy, according to Martha Kent. Clark had worried about a lot of things, which made sense, as he'd had a lot of things to worry about. But CJ, in spite of his identical genetic makeup to that of his dad, was the exact opposite. Perhaps that was because she and Clark had been able to answer his questions in a way that Martha and Jonathan hadn't been able to answer Clark's, as much as they might have wanted to. Clark still tended to obsess over problems; CJ, at least so far, didn't. Sandi returned to the room, carrying a newly changed and much happier baby. She sank down into the rocking chair and arranged him on her lap. "Okay, I'm ready." Lois had been taking the time to organize her thoughts. Misleading CJ was the last thing she wanted to do, but it went against the grain to scare her ten-year-old son. On the other hand, since these nuts had resurfaced he needed to know the exact truth, and so did Sandi--suitably edited, of course. "Clark and I ran into Bureau 39 a couple of weeks after Superman appeared in Metropolis," she began, abruptly. "They barged into the Daily Planet newsroom with a fake warrant and tried to get Clark and me to tell them how to get hold of Superman. I guess they thought that since we'd been the ones to write the first articles about him that we must know how to contact him." "You're kidding," Sandi said. "Nope. It turned out that they were this ultra-secret group that had been formed to protect the Earth from an alien invasion. Jason Trask had worked for Project Blue Book way back in the sixties. Somewhere along the line, I guess he just went completely over the edge because he was out to kill Superman. Anyway, they tried to lure Superman in by throwing Clark and me out of a plane. Superman showed up, all right, and they fired a missile at him, with predictable results." She smiled slightly. "After that, they vanished for a while, only to resurface again, out in Kansas a few months later. They were looking for Kryptonite, which no one knew about at the time. Apparently, Jonathan and Martha's neighbor, Wayne Irig, had found a piece in his field and sent it to a lab to find out what it was. The next thing he knew, Bureau 39 showed up. Clark and I went out to investigate what we thought was an EPA cleanup, and Trask decided that Clark was in mental communication with Superman. Believe me, the man was a complete psycho. He tried to force Clark to call Superman for help by threatening Jonathan, Martha and Wayne." Sandi shook her head. "What happened?" "Well, Clark managed to get out of the truck where they'd tied him up and tackled Trask. They had quite a fight--they even ended up in the pond there in the back yard of the house. Clark won, and then Trask tried to shoot him in the back. Rachel Brown--she was Rachel Harris back then--shot Trask and saved Clark's life. But, when we tried to track down the others in the group, they had vanished and the government officials swore that Bureau 39 had been closed down months before. We've never seen a trace of them since--until now." "And now they're after Linda for some strange reason," Sandi said, thoughtfully. "Why would they decide a ten-year-old girl is an alien invader? Even if they're all crazy, they must have some kind of logic they're working under--no matter how twisted it is." "I don't know," Lois said. "As you say, there must be a reason, but--" Sandi continued to rock her baby, a scowl of concentration on her pretty face. "I have a kind of wild idea. I'm probably way off base, but see what you think. The New Kryptonians invaded back in the summer of 1996. What if they think Linda is a result of the invasion? She'd be just about the right age." She shrugged. "I told you it was really wild. Kryptonians look like us, but they aren't from Earth. They probably couldn't even have children with humans--but you know what has happened to the--um--female population of countries here on Earth whenever one group invaded another one. It wouldn't be surprising if the New Kryptonians--" She glanced at CJ and her voice trailed off. Lois stared at her, appalled. The idea had never occurred to her--and *she* knew very well that humans and Kryptonians could have children. There were three solid pieces of evidence upstairs in the playroom and three more on the way. "I guess you don't think--" Sandi began. Lois held up a hand. "Actually, I think you're brilliant," she said. "It doesn't matter if it's possible or not. If Bureau 39's bosses think it's possible, then it is as far as they're concerned and they're going to act as if it is." CJ hadn't said anything, but the look he gave Lois told her what he was thinking. She glanced at the window. Outside, the sun had set and a check of her watch confirmed that it was later than she had realized. She hoped Clark and the other men wouldn't be too long. This whole situation scared her in a way she hadn't been scared in a long time. Criminals she could cope with, but a bunch of people who thought their mission was to save humanity from the evil invaders, no matter what the cost, was another matter. If they figured out that Linda was here, they wouldn't let a little thing like law or respect for life stop them. And this bunch of lunatics had a chunk of Kryptonite in their possession, which meant that they probably had lethal designs on Superman as well. No, not probably. They certainly had them. If Cash had tried to kill Superman during his fight with Lord Nor, and successfully covered the deed as an attempt to neutralize Nor and his minions, then he would try again when the opportunity offered. "Mom?" CJ said. "What's the matter?" "Nothing, honey," Lois said. "Are any of you guys still hungry? I could heat up some frozen finger snacks for you." "No, we're all full," CJ said. "Are you afraid those crazy guys will come after Linda, here?" Lois gave a small laugh. "Sometimes, I think you can read minds. Yes, I guess I am." "If they do, will they hurt us?" "They might," Lois said. "They don't know she's here, though, so I think we're pretty safe." "I hope Dad gets back soon," CJ remarked, after an uneasy pause. "You and me both," Lois said. ********** After speaking to Police Chief Dobbs, Superman headed toward home, leaving Perry, Jim and Henderson to sort out the details of the story with Dobbs and Assistant D.A. Peter Llwelling, who had been hastily summoned. He had taken longer than he liked to be away from his family, given what had happened this afternoon. He couldn't help a certain amount of uneasiness about their safety and he wanted to check on them before he went to the warehouse once more. Dobbs hadn't been particularly happy at the information given to him by Superman and the other three men, but he reluctantly agreed to release Carolyn Abernathy. The thought of a bunch of vigilantes with a cause running around the city hadn't exactly thrilled Assistant D.A. Llwelling, either, but both had agreed that it looked as if Ms. Abernathy was an innocent victim rather than a murderer. He hovered in the air, high over the townhouse and scanned it with his x-ray vision, checking, out of habit, to see that things were all right before he entered. What he saw, sent him through the back bedroom window faster than the traditional speeding bullet. Lois lay sprawled across the couch and Sandi lay on the rug. Baby Perry, in his baby seat in the den, was wailing, unheard by his mother. Of the six older children, there was no sign whatsoever. Lois's heart was beating strongly and so was Sandi's, and upon tuning his hearing to detect it, he could hear the rapid heartbeats of the three unborn babies as well. With that immediate concern alleviated, he trained his hearing once more, striving to detect any other sounds. Above him, he could hear the scurrying of some small rodent, and faint squeaks in the region of the attic told him that there was a mouse's nest somewhere, but there was no sign of anything else. He sniffed, trying to discern any odor, and at once detected a scent. Faint traces of some sort of anesthetic gas hovered in the living room. The fact that the door between the living room and the den had been pulled to had probably prevented more than a tiny amount of the substance from reaching the baby, he reasoned with the part of his mind that wasn't gibbering in blind panic. He knelt beside his wife, trying hard to control his fear. "Lois! Wake up!" She moaned faintly, but didn't open her eyes. Without a pause, he threw open the living room windows, letting in the crisp, cold December air. In an instant, he had acquired a wet washrag and proceeded to slop water onto first Lois's and then Sandi's faces. The baby's wails were becoming frantic. He whisked into the den, picked up the screaming infant and returned to the living room. "Lois! Sandi! Wake up!" he pleaded again. Lois coughed slightly and opened her eyes. She stared at him blankly for a moment, then a look of horror crossed her face. "Clar--Superman! They--the kids! Are they all right?" Sandi moaned and opened her eyes, blinking at them, then she pushed herself up slowly onto her elbows. "What--" Her eyes focussed on Superman, holding Perry in one arm. "What happened? Is he all right?" He turned to give her a hand into the nearest chair. Lois struggled to a sitting position, a strained expression on her face. "The kids!" she repeated. "Are they all right?" "They aren't here," Superman said, trying to keep his voice level. "They've disappeared." ********** (to be continued) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:05:01 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Judith Williams Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Well, I'm amazed that so many of us have the same experiences to relate. Like some, I don't talk with any of my friends about L&C because none of them would understand. I move in a world of people imagine themselves either too intellectual for trivial little TV shows or are busy 'doing' things: volunteer projects, traveling, reading books, going to the theatre. Some of them don't even own TV sets. They could never discuss L&C with me and would never understand why I, who have never been a zealous fan of anything, am so besotted with a defunct television program that I actually write fanfic for it. Trying to explain to them that I find wisdom, truth, philosophy and hope in the episodes would only make me seem more weird. My husband, like some, doesn't understand why I am not writing for publication and money, and sweetheart that he is, he really thinks I write that well. I wouldn't want to wreck that idea. Mostly, he's happy that writing and knowing other folcs on-line makes me happy and gives me something to do since I can no longer do a lot of things I love. I don't own any memorabilia unless you count my complete L&C tape collection. I keep them on a bookshelf in my office where I write. (When your children grow up and move away, you get to have your own playroom.) Perhaps I could count as memorabilia some of the wonderful folcs I have met on-line. Those I keep in my heart. Hope this helps and isn't too boring. :) Jude aka Judith Williams ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 01:06:39 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? In-Reply-To: <5.0.0.25.1.20010927200949.02b80eb0@emirates.net.ae> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Wow, it's been fascinating to read through all of the responses to these. It seems we're all pretty similar in our approaches to this, but I thought I'd add my own thoughts on the matter anyway. Like everyone said, it's fun to talk about yourself once in a while. ;-p Plus, I think it's been kind of cathartic just to put this all on paper and think through my feelings on all of it. >*who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not >*if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - >why/why not Before L&C, there were a few other shows/movies I read fanfic for, so almost all of my friends know I'm involved in online fandoms, but none of them really know what that means. I think it's easy for me to talk about "the girls online" (I realize it's a sexist term, but it's a hold-over from an old all-female Star Wars mailing list I was on once) in generic terms and gloss over the more "fanatical" elements of it all. Most of my friends probably do think I'm weird, but they're too scared of me to say it to my face. ;-) Anyway, as I've gotten older, it's gotten harder and harder to talk about; many have mentioned the fear of being rejected or ridiculed. Once you realize you're talking and talking about something the other person doesn't care about, you decide maybe it's best not to talk about it at all. And I never speak of it as L&C unless someone asks specifically; usually I just call it Superman. Somehow that's a more acceptable obsession to have. So when I posted my first fanfic, I told my mom and some of my friends about it because it was a momentous occasion for me. But I didn't let most of them read it. My boyfriend asked about it, I think out of obligation more than anything else, so I let him read a carefully edited version of the first two sections. (It's *very* difficult to contemplate letting a boyfriend read a "very-vaguely-nfic" you've written, especially when you know your relationship is never going to go that far and you don't want to give him any inappropriate ideas). He knew I was embarrassed about letting him read it, but he was pretty insistent so eventually I emailed them to him. Now, the first two sections of In Dreams are *very* tame, as far as nfic goes. But he sort of teased me about it, so after that I just conveniently forgot to keep sending them to him. He probably didn't mean to be cruel about it. But my writing is sort of a sore point for me, *especially* my few forays into nfic; I can take constructive criticism but I can't deal with ridicule. Writing is such a deeply personal thing, and it's hard to share something like that with someone who won't appreciate it (or the effort it took to create it). My parents know I write fanfic, but they don't read it. I have passwords on most of the files on my computer, and unless they took time to find out my screenname, it would be hard for them to look up my stories online. I did let my Mom read some of the comments folders, because she often asked about how my work was being received. But I'll probably never let her read it (especially not the N version; I can't remember who said it, but that's certainly not something you want to discuss with your mom!) So anyway, I guess fanfic gets tied into feelings of guilt or inadequacy for a lot of us. Kathy said, "She keeps asking why I don't channel my talents into writing a real book." While I know how hurtful it sounds, I can understand this entirely; I wonder the same thing about myself sometimes. But it's not for lack of trying that I haven't written a "real book." I've started and lost interest in several novel/novellas over the years. I don't usually write very quickly, and I can't stick with one project for very long. It took me four months to write and "perfect" part one of In Dreams (and that was only nine pages!) But in the last 4 months I've managed to write 70-odd more pages of it, and I attribute that entirely to the support and encouragement (and nagging!) of the wonderful FoLCs on these lists and Zoom's boards. The idea that someone out there (anyone!) might be interested in what you're working on, and waiting for the next part of your story, is an incredibly powerful motivator. Writing fanfic gives you a built-in feedback system, whereas writing a novel usually means you have to finish the entire thing and have it published before you get much feedback. But still, writing fanfic sometimes doesn't feel like "real" writing. You can't turn in fanfic for your short story class (although it was mentioned very briefly in mine this morning, much to my surprise and delight), or excitedly tell a friend about the new fanfic you printed off this morning. I often take printouts of favorite stories to lunch or dinner with me, but when people ask what I'm reading I'm always embarrassed and brush off the question. I always print them in Arial Narrow at 6 points or so; making it so small saves paper, but it also cuts down on people reading over your shoulder. Also, Yvonne said "Furthermore, I suspect they'd think this is below my intellectual capacity," and Wendy expressed a similar worry about being belittled by her workmates. At my school, almost everyone is reading something deep and intellectual, or studying/experimenting with something new and technological and cutting-edge; I feel sort of silly devoting my time to reading and writing romantic fanfic. >*whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not Well, I don't have much to display. My tapes are on my shelf, in clear view if someone was looking, and I carry my keys on a Superman 'S' keychain. And last year people wandered by my open door all the time and asked what I was always watching on television! Other than that, I don't have much L&C/Superman memorabilia. If I've said something useful, you can certainly use it, and you can use my real name. Anyway, that's enough from me for *quite* a long while. Que la Fuerza, Kaylle ;-p ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 16:37:50 +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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? In-Reply-To: <5.0.0.25.1.20010927200949.02b80eb0@emirates.net.ae> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Hi Everyone, > >Sorry folks, my first post came back to me looking dead peculiar, so I'll >try again. > >As some of you will know, I'm doing PhD research on the Lois & Clark online >fan community, specifically looking at what has led to its establishment, >what factors sustain it and what factors threaten its continuation. > >Nine months ago I posed a couple of questions to fans and got lots of >insightful responses which have been very valuable to me. I was wondering >if people would like to discuss my next question either on the List or by >e-mailing me privately if preferred. > >I've been reading a lot of theory about online identity and I am interested >to know: > >*who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not My friends know about the afolcslife list. It occasionally comes up in my conversation :) >*if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - >why/why not Anyone who knows me knows I'm obsessed with LnC because I talk about it constantly and they don't like it :) >*whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not My LnC memorabilia is all over my room because I like people know that I love it. It gives my room a uniqueness (probably not a word :), it's my "thing". Thanks for making me think about this, I never really had before :) ~Larissa~ > >Any thoughts people can give would be very much appreciated. If you don't >want me to mention you in the published thesis that's fine - just say so. >On the other hand if you are happy to be quoted under your real name or a >pseudonym I will undertake to do that too. > >Many thanks in advance, > >Gay ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 09:18:52 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicole Wolke Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi there, Gay :-) great to hear you're still working on your thesis. Feel free to mention my name, if you want to :-) > *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not > *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - > why/why not Actually I seem to be in the minority here, because I tell everyone who wants to hear or doesn't want to hear about my little (okay big) obsession. Even my husband's colleagues know about it, as do all my singing-pupils, my friends, my relatives, everyone. I wouldn't say that I'm especially proud of my hobby. I'm just bad in hiding things. And too lazy to pretend being interested in more "intellectual" or more "acceptable" things, too. If they don't like the way I am it is their loss. Sometimes I laugh about my Dean obsession myself. That doesn't change though that the joy I get out of my adoration for him and LnC isn't very real and very important to me. I think I'm okay, L&C (and even Dean) and all . Most people react very surprised first, but they're not looking at me as if I had two heads. I don't mind their surprise, btw, since it *is* an unusual hobby and instead tell them about all the great things I associate with FoLCdom and with the series. I tell them about my online friends all over the world and that I talk online everyday with people from America, for example. I tell them that I learned English pretty well over the years and that I went to Los Angeles two times already to meet my international friends and what a great time I had. I tell them about our endless discussions about philosophical, psychological, religious, political, scientific questions, about writing, filming etc and that most of the time the point when they get to be a little envious . Because that is something I realized since I told people about my hobby. Most people don't have a hobby as wonderful as mine is and a lot of people would *love* to have something to occupy their mind with and to live out some of their creativity. Work, work and work is not enough to make you happy. So after the first curious looks actually most people tell me that they would like to have something similar, but don't know how to start. With fanfiction it is different though. I wouldn't let anyone read my nfiction attempts who is not a FoLC. All other stories are okay though. Everyone who askes can read them and some did so far. My Mom has read some of them, my best friend, who died last year, had read all of them. My husband has read one and a colleague has read one, too. Their remarks were mostly complementary, but my impression was that they didn't really understand the appeal fanfiction has for me. > *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not I have one room in the house that is my LnC and Dean room. It's where I have the computer. There I have a big poster, my pciture with Dean, my two Dean autographs and the autograph from Lane Davies hanging at the wall. Also a Dean Calendar that a fellow FoLC sent me two years ago. Most people laugh about my picture with Dean, but otherwise I've never heard a comment about that wall from anyone. My Computer also has an L&C Screen Wallpaper and I use a Dean screensaver. All my files are not password protected so whoever wants to look into them can. Over my piano I have a quote from Dean hanging on the wall. "You do whatever you have to do to get wherever you have to get. If you're not going after it full force it is not going to happen". It keeps me on track in my career. In my singing lessons, I sometimes use a picture of "electro Superman" (was that the name they gave him when he had the different powers in the comics a few years ago?) to explain some aspects of the breathing technique for singing. My videos and Dean-DVDs are seperated from the other videos and in a closet, so they're not visible to everyone, but that is just for practical reasons. Hope that was helpful :-) Good luck with the thesis! Nicole -- AKA CKgroupie on IRC/AIM NKWolke@t-online.de "The Dean Cain News Page" http://members.tripod.de/CKgroupie/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 03:53:20 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi Gay, Having talked with you at LAff 2000, I think you know already that I'm no= t a closet Folc, that a lot of my family actually read my fanfiction and encourage me to write. Though, lately they have suggested that I try writing something that might have a slim chance of being published. = = My husband is very supportive of my writing and often acts as my sounding= board for passages in my stories that I just don't seem to get right. My family also know about my online friends and accept it without looking= at me as if I was wacky. In fact, my husband, sister and mother were all= very happy and supportive for me to go to LAff 2000 and, this year, to visit a very close friend I've met through the L&C online community. I'v= e also travelled a few times to meet UK folcs and each time my family has been very interested to hear how things went. I do have a few RL friends who know about my love of the show and also about my writing - - a couple have even read one or two stories - - but o= n the whole I wouldn't talk to them much about the show. If it's not their= thing then I'd just end up boring them with my enthusiasm. Oh, and I have one picture of Lois and Clark above my computer, it's the only piece of memorabilia I have on display and that's not clearly visibl= e to visitors. The others are tucked away in albums and files. So, I'm no= t a closet folc but neither do I advertise the fact. Mind you, a couple of= things happened to me lately that made me realise I'd been 'outed' a litt= le more than I thought. Firstly, my nephew, who I don't see much off, tells me that he finally go= t round to reading one of my stories. Now usually I give my family a print= ed version because they don't have home computers... except for my nephew. = When I asked how, he told me he put my name into his computer and found t= he stories and read one... he also had a friend read it. Thankfully his ban= d of friends are into TV shows... Star Trek, Highlander, X-Files etc... so = I didn't feel so foolish, especially when told they enjoyed it. Then, a few weeks ago, my husband and I went on an outing with the 'Stro= ke Club' and we stopped off for luch in a country pub. I went up to the bar= to get a drink and the barman looks at me and says 'are you still writing= Lois and Clark stories?'. I didn't know him from Adam and I was gobsmacked. I just grinned and said yes. Eventually, he told me that he= 'd been a care worker and that he'd looked after John when I was away on my first folcfest. Now here he was working in a pub about 50 miles from my home... it's a small world isn't it? Gay, if you want to use any of this ramble, please just use my first name= or my initials or nick. Yours Jenni ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 11:11:24 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nicole Wolke Subject: Correction (was: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Oups, just noticed that I made a mistake here: >>That doesn't change though that the joy I get out of my adoration for him and LnC isn't very real and very important to me<<< That should of course have been: That doesn't change though that the joy I get out of my adoration for him and LnC *is* very real and very important to me. Nicole -- AKA CKgroupie on IRC/AIM NKWolke@t-online.de "The Dean Cain News Page" http://members.tripod.de/CKgroupie/index.html ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 10:43:22 +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 30 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII [It's just another ordinary day for Lois Lane. She's had to deal with an invasion of the Planet newsroom by a bunch of armed thugs trying to interrogate her about only they know what; and after that, she had to go undercover with her new(-ish) partner to investigate the aforementioned thugs; and now she's on a deserted beach somewhere, having just found out that her partner comes from another universe rather than from Guildford (?? Sorry... little H2G2 joke there) ...um, from Kansas. Oh, and he's met *another* Lois Lane, from yet another universe. Yep, just another day in the life of an award-winning journalist... ...or maybe not. Probably not, actually, because Lois' reaction to hearing of her counterpart(s) was a *little* unusual -- something along the lines of: "No, no, no..." was the determined reply. "No, you stay *right* there and tell me about this other Lois Lane. There's no way I'm gonna be able to sleep tonight if I don't get this sorted out in my head, so tell me!" Guess he'd better tell her... Now read on:] ***** "Okay..." Clark smiled at her. She really was something else; she'd been bombarded with incredible concepts that could confuse a top theoretical physicist -- not to mention everything else that had happened that evening -- and she still had to know more, so that she could "sort it out in her head." No wonder she was such a good reporter! "Well, the guy who kidnapped her brought her to my world-- my *old* world -- so that she would go looking for me, and... create Superman. And she did. You see, before I met her, I'd always hidden what I could do, and I only helped people in secret, making sure that no-one could see me. Lois-- the other Lois -- she was used to her own Clark doing super-stuff in 'the suit', as she called it, and she wanted my help to deal with her kidnapper and to get home, so she... convinced me to... go public, so to speak. "She made my first suit -- the one I was wearing the night we met, in fact -- out of a ski suit and some fabric and stuff she bought. I don't know *where* she got the boots from, but they weren't red until she boiled them with some kind of dye, right in my kitchen! She made the cape, the... the briefs, the belt... she did it *all*, complaining the whole time about how lousy she was at that sort of thing! The only thing I did was to give her the shield..." The shield! Something concrete at last! Lois tried her best to focus on that because, right now, she was having trouble thinking straight. What with all the other Loises, and now another *Clark*, if she'd understood Clark correctly-- that is, the guy standing in front of her, not the other one -- she was beginning to feel more than a little confused; in fact, it felt as though she would have to stop and think to be sure who *she* was... "The shield?" she asked, grasping at the idea almost desperately, needing an answer -- *any* answer -- to anchor her against this maelstrom of bewilderment. "You mean that S symbol you wear?" "Yeah, that's it. The Globe showed my parents wearing it, so I presume it's a sort of family emblem -- a kind of coat of arms, I guess." 'The Globe? What's *that?* Oh, wait -- must be that "device" he talked about, a while ago. I gotta see that thing.' "But it... looks like the letter S -- S for Superman!" "I think that's just a coincidence. Lo-- the other Lois told me that she gave that name to her Clark -- and, when she came to my world, to me, too." "Oh." Lois became silent again, until her mind, still searching for something solid to latch onto, dredged up a memory -- of something else he'd said about the person "very like her." "Was... was *she* the 'someone special' you mentioned once?" Clark's eyes softened, and she could see him remembering -- remembering *her*, she guessed. "Yeah, she was," he said fondly, "She was a very good friend to me, even if I wasn't so sure about that at the time." He grinned again -- the same grin that he'd had earlier when he'd told her of the other Lois' existence. "That's why I wanted *you* to be my first friend here: if you were like her -- and I was pretty sure that you were, both from what... my benefactor told me, and from reading your work -- then I knew that I could trust you, and that we could be friends." 'And more than that. -- a *lot* more -- but I can't tell you *that* yet.' "But... but I'm *not* her!" Lois protested, suddenly feeling hollow inside, and not really wanting to think about why. "Well, you are and you aren't..." he said, reflecting. "It depends on the version of quantum theory that you accept." Then, the unhappiness in her voice registered, and he dismissed the physics; she was obviously upset, and he hastened to reassure her. "Look, don't worry about that, Lois. It doesn't *matter*. I knew when I came here that you weren't the Lois that I'd met before, but I also knew that you were *like* her, and that was enough. "Think of it as... having been given a glowing reference by your identical twin sister, someone who knows you better than anyone else ever could. I know you're not the other Lois, I always knew it -- but I also knew that you were someone I wanted to get to know." She still didn't say anything, so he kept talking; it had suddenly become vital that she not think that she was an imitation of -- or, even worse, a *substitute* for -- someone else, however far away in both space and time. Besides, it wasn't true; there may have been some truth to it in the beginning, but not any more -- not now that he had come to know her. "I've... never had many close friends," he went on. "After my parents died... when my powers began to appear, I always had to keep most people at a distance, so that they wouldn't find out about me. And after my secret got out 'back home', almost everyone was too dazzled by my powers to pay any attention to *me*. That got old, real fast." He held out his hands to her, his posture and body language-- his whole *being* -- radiating openness. "But now..." he said softly, but so firmly, "Now I have you, and your friendship, and that's probably the most important thing in my life. You are *you*, Lois Lane, and I wouldn't want you any other way." Did she believe him? *Could* she believe him? Oh, she believed the other-universe stuff all right. It was almost too far-fetched not to be true, and anyway, she'd already accepted that he was an alien from another planet. No, it was the existence of this other Lois Lane that had shaken her most -- that, and the glaringly-obvious fact that Clark had cared for her. A great deal. That was apparent from what he'd said, and even more from what he hadn't said. His tone of voice, the softened, fond expression on his face, what she was positive was his careful choice of words -- all those had told her that this other Lois had been very special to him. This other Lois had some connection with another Clark Kent -- she clearly helped him in some way, that was obvious. And the way Clark had said 'her Clark' seemed to imply a greater level of intimacy -- just what were they to each other? And there was no Lois Lane in the universe Clark had come from. What *was* this...? Some sort of Great Universal Swap-Shop? And just why had he wanted her, anyway? Had he lied when he said he wanted to be her friend? He was holding out his hands towards her, and he was waiting for a response; she could see the concern and the warmth in his expression, but she wasn't ready to reciprocate. This was *big*; it was scary, and it was just far too much to take in at one time. She just couldn't smile at him and say, "Sure, Clark, I understand. The fact that you met another Lois Lane, who looks *exactly* like me and who you probably fell in love with, and who seems to belong in some way to another Clark Kent, *obviously* has nothing to do with why you wanted to get to know me!" That was no doubt what he wanted her to say, but the fact that he wanted it just wasn't good enough. Oh, he *sounded* sincere enough, but did he even know himself what his true motives were? Was he even aware that he was in love with this other Lois? He probably hadn't even admitted it to himself -- after all, he'd known she had some sort of relationship with this other Clark. One thing which was very clear about *this* Clark was that he had very high personal moral standards; he would not make a move on a woman who was involved with someone else. So he would have denied what he felt for her, pretended that she was just a friend; but now, he was in *her* world, where there was no other Clark Kent, just a Lois Lane who looked exactly like the woman he'd been in love with... Did it matter? After all, she didn't have to reciprocate, did she? But... but over the past few days, she'd been beginning to *feel* things for Clark; feelings she'd believed she just wasn't capable of experiencing. She enjoyed his company -- too much for her own good, perhaps. She'd wanted to take him in her arms just the previous day after the fire -- and she had held his hand, which had evoked very strange reactions within her. She'd found herself empathising with him last night; and just a short time ago, when he'd hugged her, she'd found herself wanting to beg him never to let her go. Something deep inside her was trying to tell her that this man was *important*, and... ...and the implications of that scared her. She was losing control of her emotions, something which had never happened to her before. And yet, in a way, it hadn't been too frightening, because this was *Clark*, a man she knew as she'd never known any man before, that she could trust. He wouldn't hurt her or let her down. And now she'd discovered that he was in love with... how had he put it? Her "identical twin", from another universe! But he'd told her that he liked her for herself. He'd said she was more important to him than anything else in the universe! 'And,' her conscience whispered to her, 'he has never yet lied to you.' 'Never *yet!*' she hissed back silently. There was a first time for everything. He was frowning now, taking a step closer to her. "Lois?" He'd dropped his hands, and he was looking concerned, his brown eyes shadowed. "Lois, you have to know I mean it. I care about *you*. Because you're you, not because you're a version of the other woman I knew." "So you say," Lois said tonelessly, taking an involuntary step backwards. Had he really handled this so appallingly badly? Clark wondered, not taking his gaze off her for one second. Lois was close to retreating completely from him; disappearing back into the hard, almost impenetrable shell she'd worn when he'd first met her. All his hard work and patience had been undone by one careless moment... *No!* He refused to contemplate that possibility. But how could he have let this happen? All his careful planning and thought, the care he'd taken in breaking the news that he was from an alternate universe to this one, where other versions of the people they knew and worked with existed... No, not *people*. Another *Lois*. That was what had really spooked her. 'And why should that surprise me?' he asked himself in wry amusement. Not much scared Lois: not being rescued by a flying man; certainly not being told she was talking to an alien from another planet; and not even that that particular alien had come from a parallel universe. The one thing which had caused her to retreat from him was his mention of the other Lois; the woman who, once, had seemed to mean everything to him, but who was now no more than a fond memory. Oh, he hoped she and her Clark were happy, and he would always be grateful to her, but that was all. And now, *his* Lois believed that he was only interested in her as a substitute; that had to be why she was rejecting him now. He made a swift decision and, in an instant, was right in front of her, his hands holding her shoulders, preventing her moving any further away or turning her back on him. "Lois, ever since we met, I have always either told you the absolute truth, or, if there was something I didn't want to explain at that moment, I made it clear that I couldn't explain then but would tell you when the time was right. *I have never lied to you, Lois!* And I'm asking you: look inside yourself and ask yourself whether you really think I'm lying about this. *You* are important to me. Not because you're this world's version of a woman I knew briefly -- for less time than I've known you -- but because you're *you*. "You are Lois Lane, a woman I admire more than I can say. And you are the only best friend I've ever had. You're not the first person to know about me -- about my powers -- but you're the first person I've *told* about myself who hasn't behaved like I'm some sort of a freak. Trust me, Lois, *you* are important to me -- not the memory of someone I haven't seen for over a year, and who I spent less time with than I have with you in the last week and a half." "You're in love with her," came the toneless reply. "And I'm *not* her, and I don't want to be her... and I don't want you imagining that because she has *her* Clark you can just... just zap yourself over here and have your Lois. I don't want that! I don't want *you!*" With a sudden movement, she twisted herself out of his arms. How had she figured that one out? He hadn't said anything to let her guess that... had he? But then, he reminded himself, Lois was highly intuitive; he hadn't needed to say anything about his feelings for the other Lois. But she was wrong, and he had to make her understand that. "Lois, I'm *not* in love with her." At her hugely sceptical glare, he continued, "Okay, there was a time when I *thought* I was -- but that's all it was. Lois, she was the first woman who knew everything about me and didn't think I was some sort of monster! She was the first person -- because my parents died before my powers started to fully develop -- who understood how I felt about wanting to use my powers to *help*, and she showed me how to do it, too. And she convinced me that being an *alien* wasn't something to be ashamed of." Lois, who had been about to turn away again, halted. There was something in the *way* he'd just said that, an undercurrent of pain long buried, which made her want to know more, to understand just what being Clark Kent had been like when this other Lois had first surfaced. Something told her that he hadn't been the confident, humorous, so *alive* man she had known for the past... was it really only eleven days? "What happened to you?" she asked, her voice little more than a whisper. This bit was much more difficult to explain, but Clark knew that he owed it to Lois to be completely open with her, even if it caused him pain in the process. Besides, he would have given her anything she wanted in response for that tiny chink in her armour, that whispered indication that she was still listening to him, that she *cared!* "I was engaged to someone else when I met Lois," Clark explained, his voice growing sad as he thought of that other friendship, which had once been so precious to him and which had turned so very sour. It had been going wrong for years, only he had never had the courage to face it. Lana's frequent assertion -- "No-one will ever love you as much as I do!" -- had always convinced him; after all, she knew the shameful truth about him, and she stayed with him. She stared at him. This was yet another shock, to find that Clark had been engaged to be married -- had this other Lois broken up his engagement, and then callously disappeared back to her own world, leaving him alone and bereft? "What happened? You... didn't marry her?" He shook his head. "We should never have become engaged in the first place, Lois. Lana was... Lana was my best friend when I was in high school. All the time we were growing up, after my folks died, she was the only person I could talk to about what was happening to me. She was the first person I told about my powers and, for a long time, I thought that her reaction to them, to who I was, was the only possible one any human could ever have." Lois stared at him. "How did she react?" "She was... disgusted. She hated me using my powers. She used to tell me that if anyone saw what I could do, I'd be put in a laboratory and be dissected like a frog." "Who could dissect *you?*" Lois gasped in disbelief. Clark smiled ruefully. "I know. And you'll never believe it, but I hardly even thought of that; Lana had me so convinced that I had to hide. I used to believe that it was because she loved me -- she wanted to protect me, so that I could have a normal life and that we could have a life together. I finally accepted that, although she did care about me, she hated the fact that I was an alien. She wanted me to be just an ordinary guy, no more and no less than Clark Kent, and she used every tactic at her disposal to persuade me to stop using my powers." "She bullied you," Lois stated flatly, suddenly filled with fury for what this unknown woman had done to the proud, strong man in front of her. This man could *fly!* He could lift aeroplanes with his bare hands; he could fly through fire and collapsing buildings to rescue people, and emerge unscathed. And this "Lana" had tried to *stop* him doing all these things? *This* was why he'd hidden himself away and roamed the world on foot, instead of in the sky, the way he was meant to! *She* was why he was so worried about other people's reactions... Was the woman mad? How could she expect him to be "no more and no less than Clark Kent", when Clark Kent -- the *real* Clark Kent -- was so much more than what she insisted that he restrict himself to? "She did what she thought was best," Clark replied gently, almost sadly. "We never should have been more than friends, Lois; that was my mistake with Lana. I did love her, but as a friend. I never felt for her the way I--" 'The way I felt when I first set eyes on *that* Lois, the way I feel every moment of every day I'm with you. I never felt as if I wanted to scoop her up and leave the rest of the world behind just so we could be together. I never wanted to kiss her until we were both dizzy. I never wanted to take her in my arms and love her until neither of us could move a muscle. I never *loved* her as a woman should be loved by the man she's going to marry... I never loved her like I love *you.*' He wanted to tell her all of this, but he knew that it was far too soon. Lois wasn't ready to hear anything like this from him in any case, and certainly not just after finding out about her other-universe counterpart. "And... and you broke your engagement because of the other Lois?" Lois asked him; he sensed that somehow the answer to that question was important. "No, though it wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for Lois." That was true, and Clark was glad of it. "Lois showed me what I could be -- that I didn't have to hide, that I could help people by wearing a disguise, and that my powers weren't anything to be ashamed of. But Lana couldn't accept me going public. She wanted me to choose between her and Superman." Lois gasped. "How could she do that and expect to hold on to you? Even if you'd agreed to her ultimatum, you'd always remember that she made you choose." "Exactly," Clark agreed, pleased that he had Lois' attention again. "And there wasn't even a choice, in the end. Lois got a phone call telling her that there was a bomb at the scene of the final mayoral debate and, quite apart from everyone else who was there, Perry White was in that studio. I wasn't going to let a good friend die when I could do something to stop it." "Did you... try to explain that to Lana?" Lois asked hesitantly. Clark shook his head. "There wasn't time. And anyway," he added slowly, now recognising this to be true, "even if I had, it wouldn't have made any difference. She wouldn't have wanted me to do it. She saw my being Superman as destroying any chance we had for a normal life." "But she was wrong!" Lois exclaimed. "You have a normal life here -- well, pretty much. I mean, you have a job, and an apartment, and apart from me, no-one knows you're Superman." "Actually, she *wasn't* wrong," Clark said, and Lois thought that his tone sounded sad again. "That guy who kidnapped Lois -- remember I mentioned him? -- well, he decided it would be *fun* to tell the world that Superman was really Clark Kent, to present me as some kind of alien invader, masquerading as a human being for evil purposes -- 'The Enemy.' And so Lana's prediction came true -- I didn't have a normal life." So that was what he'd meant when he'd told her that he had experience of being in the public eye! He hadn't just been referring to public clamour over Superman. "So... everyone knew who you were?" she asked almost rhetorically, as a series of images played themselves over in her mind: people stopping Clark anywhere he went and demanding autographs; women throwing themselves at him; people demanding that he help them; criminals threatening his friends and people he worked with; newspaper reporters -- and, yes, in different circumstances, that could have been *her!* -- door-stepping him and never allowing him one second of a private life. And that, no doubt, explained why he'd jumped at the chance to come here, to her world, and to start again. Here, no-one knew him as Superman. He could start again as Clark Kent, and moonlight as the super-hero on the side. Which brought her back to one of her original questions: "Why *me*, Clark? Why tell me? Why not keep the secret from everyone?" ***** [Why, indeed? Why would a slightly-mild-mannered reporter/super-hero tell his biggest secret to the woman he thinks and wants to be the love of his life? What *possible* reason could he have? Does anyone else think that this is a self-answering question? But then, Lois doesn't know that, does she? And Clark better be *very* careful how he phrases his answer. Unfortunately, you'll all have to wait till next time to see if he is... ] Phil ---- "I think... I think I am! Therefore I am... I think?" -- The Moody Blues I think _I_ am Phil Atcliffe (Phillip.Atcliffe@uwe.ac.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 21:31:30 +1000 Reply-To: jenerators@optushome.com.au Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jen Stosser Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? In-Reply-To: <5.0.0.25.1.20010927200949.02b80eb0@emirates.net.ae> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi Gay, I don't think I responded to your previous posts, but so many ppl have responded to this one, that I thought I might as well join the bandwagon... (baaaaaa!) *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not Well, in my last job, most of my co-workers knew that I was "into" Superman, if only because of the little Superman signs and dolls and stuff I had all over my desk. I've only been in my current job a month or so, and as it's part time, I never know who's going to be sitting at my desk when I'm not there, so I haven't been brave enough to bring in my Superman doodads yet. The whole place is a bit of mess at the moment, and I'd hate for someone to think "oh, this is rubbish" and throw it out! I haven't mentioned my Superman/L&C interest to the ppl I work most closely with yet, it just hasn't been appropriate! It'll have to come out sometime sooner or later though! As far as my online FoLCdom membership, well they know that I'm a "net junkie" but not what I spend my time online doing. Somehow I equate the person I work with most with my mother, who for years waited in vain for me to grow out of my childish interest in/obsession with comics and Superman, so I can't see myself telling her the details just now. *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - why/why not My family is certainly aware to some extent of my interest. My husband has "given me permission to drool over Dean in public" officially; the kids will watch L&C with me on occasion. My parents know that I wrote a fanfic, and I think maybe Dad has read it, don't think Mum would be interested, although when I told her of my plans to attend LAFF this year, she did ask if I'd be taking my story with me for other fans to read. Dad is also aware that I did some GE work for the archive briefly, and keeps trying to find me jobs where there's editing involved . My brother and sisters just think I'm obsessed and leave it at that . My best friend bought me last year for my birthday one of the L&C showbags that they were selling at the Royal Melbourne Show, not knowing that I'd been selling them in bulk to FoLCs for the past three years! (I know, how much of a best friend is she, if she didn't know that!? But anyway...) *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not My tapes are mostly away in the entertainment unit. I keep finding that I'm missing bits of eps though, when I pull them out to watch them! I have a couple of photos of D&T on the walls in the study, although I did discover that David had written "Superman SUx" at the bottom of one of them; and I have a whole Superman Desktop Theme on my laptop, including a very nice shot of Dean as the wallpaper. One time Joe had to take my computer to be repaired and got all embarrassed when they started it up to see Dean in the white sheets which was my wallpaper at the time! Other than that, I'm not really into L&C memorabilia... I have Superman keyrings and stuff like that, but very little L&C stuff specifically... Please freel fee to use my name if you like, 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! -----Original Message----- From: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic [mailto:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU] On Behalf Of Gay Devlin Sent: Friday, September 28, 2001 2:12 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? Hi Everyone, Sorry folks, my first post came back to me looking dead peculiar, so I'll try again. As some of you will know, I'm doing PhD research on the Lois & Clark online fan community, specifically looking at what has led to its establishment, what factors sustain it and what factors threaten its continuation. Nine months ago I posed a couple of questions to fans and got lots of insightful responses which have been very valuable to me. I was wondering if people would like to discuss my next question either on the List or by e-mailing me privately if preferred. I've been reading a lot of theory about online identity and I am interested to know: *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - why/why not *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not Any thoughts people can give would be very much appreciated. If you don't want me to mention you in the published thesis that's fine - just say so. On the other hand if you are happy to be quoted under your real name or a pseudonym I will undertake to do that too. Many thanks in advance, Gay ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 08:21:10 EDT Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rowan Fuller Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I haven't had chance to follow much in the world of L&C lately. However all I have to say to the above question is "No" I'm not. Rowan :) -- -- -- LaneKent@aol.com website homepage: http://members.aol.com/lanekent . ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 08:41:03 -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: OT: Premature Baby Resources? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Gee, maybe I should give my insurance company more credit ... both times I delivered, I had a private room -- just automatically, I assume, since I didn't ask for it. Of course, I never did manage to stay in the birthing center -- those rooms were always full, so both times, they moved me over to the main hospital, in the wing where they house the moms recovering from C-sections. I don't know if that made a difference or not. A FOLC friend of mine, with kids in college, had a hysterectomy a couple of years ago. They put her in the C-section wing, too, and one day a nurse came in on auto-pilot, asking about her baby, then was *totally* embarrassed that she'd asked that of a woman who'd just had her uterus removed Claire told her not to worry, she hadn't planned on any more kids anyway Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam In God We Trust United We Stand ----- Original Message ----- From: "Marilyn Puett" To: Sent: Thursday, September 27, 2001 10:27 PM Subject: Re: OT: Premature Baby Resources? > Kathy, > > I'm so glad to hear that the baby is doing so well. Does he have a name > yet? Sorry though that Mom is fighting an infection. I hope she gets to go > home soon; she'll rest much better in her own bed. > > I remember how rough it was to be in a room with three women and their new > babies when mine was in the NICU (I delivered in an Army hospital where > there were no private rooms). The second time around, because of the rist > of early delivery, I signed up for a private room. When he was born, they > had no private rooms available, so I said okay to a semi-private. The > baby's Apgar scores were 8 and 10, so I figured we were okay. > Unfortunately, he started having breathing difficulties a few hours later. > He had breathed coming thru the birth canal and developed aspiration > pneumonia. > > I still remember that night: I was hurting like h*** from afterbirth pains, > I was nauseous from the medicine they had given me for the pain, they'd just > told me my baby was in NICU, and my roommate had afterhours visitors who > insisted on watching the "A Team" at ultra-high volume (the first and only > time I've ever seen that program). I gritted my teeth and told my husband > to call the doc and tell him to find me a private room even if it was on the > brain surgery floor! What I found out was that the OB-GYN floor had no > vacant private OB rooms, but they had vacant private GYN rooms -- I got one > of those on doctor's orders. > > I'm just surprised they would put a rooming-in newborn in her room. Aside > from the mental cruelty factor, if she's too sick to see her own baby, why > isn't she too sick to be around somebody else's? Even if they aren't > preemies, they don't need to be around someone with an infection and high > fever. DUH!!! > > Please give your friend our best wishes and tell her we're thinking about > her and her new little one. Please keep us posted. He's part of the > "family" now! :-) > > Marilyn > AKA Supermom > > > > >From: Kathy Brown > >Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" > > > >To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU > >Subject: Re: OT: Premature Baby Resources? > >Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:22:53 -0500 > > > >On Wed, 26 Sep 2001 10:50:30 -0500, Marilyn L. Puett < > >no1supermom@HOTMAIL.COM> wrote: > > > > >How are your friend and her baby doing? > > > >Thanks, Missy and Marilyn, for asking. :) So far, so good ... the baby was > >only on oxygen for 3 days, which is amazing for a baby so small (2 lbs, 1 > >oz). What's more, even for those three days, he was breathing regular room > >air (21% oxygen) unlike most premies who require 50% oxygen levels. He > >also > >started eating within a few days (through a feeding tube, I assume) which > >is > >great -- they told my friend that it usually takes a week before they are > >capable of digesting anything beyond sugar water. Right now, he's under > >the > >bili-lights 24/7 to try to get rid of his jaundice, but all in all, > >everyone > >is telling her the baby is doing *extremely* well. > > > >Unfortunately, my friend is still in the hospital -- aside from the really > >rough c-section, she developed some type of infection which sent her > >temperature sky high -- 103, 104, for days. Major anti-biotics but they > >still can't get control of it. It's finally starting to come down now, > >after > >a week. She actually feels OK, considering, but they won't let her see the > >baby until she's fever-free for 24 hours, which means she's been able to go > >up to the NICU exactly once to see him, and then only through the window. > > > >She's pretty desperate to go home ... aside from not being able to sleep > >because the nurses are coming into her room every half hour all day and > >night, they actually keep giving her roommates who have their babies > >rooming > >in with them. She keeps saying it's not that bad, but I think that's just > >cruel. > > > >Kathy > > > _________________________________________________________________ > Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp > ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 09:13:39 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I'm glad so many people have responded on the list, it's been fascinating, and I find I have more to say... > Before L&C, there were a few other shows/movies I read fanfic for, so > almost all of my friends know I'm involved in online fandoms, I think that might make a difference in our personal comfort levels ... I've been a SF fan since I was 9, and I've been teased about my reading material since junior high. I once had an aunt ask me (re: romance novels) "how can someone who writes as well as you do read this trash?" I've been in real life fan clubs, and flown from PA to Chicago for a Dr Who convention. I was an online fan for several shows before finding L&C. So by now I'm too used to being 'weird' to really let it bother me I once had a button that read "If you think I'm weird, I know you're boring." But I can totally understand that it would be harder to be open about fandom if it's your first experience with it. Plus nobody I know expects me to read Proust > Most of my friends > probably do think I'm weird, but they're too scared of me to say it to my > face. ;-) LOL! You're my kinda girl, Kaylle! > Anyway, as I've gotten older, it's gotten harder and harder to talk about; > many have mentioned the fear of being rejected or ridiculed. Once you > realize you're talking and talking about something the other person doesn't > care about, you decide maybe it's best not to talk about it at all. Well, I do try not to bore people (unless they're my mother or husband, in which case they're expected to put up with me). That's only politeness, though; it's got nothing to do with being ashamed. I wouldn't go on for hours about my kids to people who aren't interested, either, but not because I'm ashamed of them. > And I > never speak of it as L&C unless someone asks specifically; usually I just > call it Superman. Somehow that's a more acceptable obsession to have. True. About half my t-shirts are only S-Sheild decorated, so it's easy to let people assume I'm just a Superman fan. Though they may wonder when they notice my Superman watch and keychain, too. And sometimes it's just easier to let them think that, rather than going into the whole "Do you remember, about five years ago, there was a show called Lois & Clark -- yeah, I'm a big fan of a cancelled show and I talk about it online and write stories about it" But that's at the most casual of casual acquaintance levels -- the woman who does child care at my gym doesn't really *need* to know all the details of my life. > So when I posted my first fanfic, I told my mom and some of my friends > about it because it was a momentous occasion for me. But I didn't let most > of them read it. I've made a lot of people read my President Kent story, because it's short and funny and you don't have to have seen the show. But generally they just don't care, which is fine. I'd let my husband read it if he cared; I do discuss plots with him sometimes. His attitude is that I'm having fun, and gaining practice, and might someday move up to novels. I would like to get paid for writing, and I do think I've improved over the years, but I'm not sure I'd have the discipline to write a whole novel without eager readers clamoring for more every week :) > My boyfriend asked about it, I think out of obligation > more than anything else, so I let him read a carefully edited version of > the first two sections. (It's *very* difficult to contemplate letting a > boyfriend read a "very-vaguely-nfic" you've written, especially when you > know your relationship is never going to go that far and you don't want to > give him any inappropriate ideas). He knew I was embarrassed about letting > him read it, but he was pretty insistent so eventually I emailed them to > him. Now, the first two sections of In Dreams are *very* tame, as far as > nfic goes. But he sort of teased me about it, so after that I just > conveniently forgot to keep sending them to him. Can't blame you for that, Kaylle, writing is *very* personal and you don't want to open your soul to someone who tramples on it. Let's hope he improves, or you might want to think about ditching him ;) > So anyway, I guess fanfic gets tied into feelings of guilt or inadequacy > for a lot of us. Not me, actually ... I've been writing for nearly 20 years now (hey, I started young ;) but on my own, I tended to just write "the good bits" and leave the rest undone. So writing for an audience has helped me -- I have to write the *whole* story, beginning to end. And I've definitely improved over the years, thanks to all the editors, beta-readers, and insightful readers who've corrected my many mistakes I see it as a learning process -- and while I hope to get published someday, that's *not* the only reason to write fanfic. Writing to amuse your friends is a pretty good goal in and of itself. I'm really greatful to all the writers who've entertained me, and I think we've got a very high proportion of really good writers in this fandom. > I don't usually write very quickly, and I can't stick with one > project for very long. It took me four months to write and "perfect" part > one of In Dreams (and that was only nine pages!) But in the last 4 months > I've managed to write 70-odd more pages of it, and I attribute that > entirely to the support and encouragement (and nagging!) of the wonderful > FoLCs on these lists and Zoom's boards. The idea that someone out there > (anyone!) might be interested in what you're working on, and waiting for > the next part of your story, is an incredibly powerful motivator. Writing > fanfic gives you a built-in feedback system, whereas writing a novel > usually means you have to finish the entire thing and have it published > before you get much feedback. Exactly. I wrote the first six or seven parts of Hearts Divided before I started posting, but even then, I was very motivated by the reactions I anticipated getting. And that's the reason I've kept writing it as fast as I have. Without that feedback, I'd probably have let it sit for months at a time. I'm rewriting "A Special Child" in hopes of selling it to a magazine -- but I haven't touched it in weeks, even though I could possibly get *money* for it, becuase it's so much more fun to write for feedback > But still, writing fanfic sometimes doesn't feel like "real" writing. Depends on how you define it, I think, but I guess I've already covered that. But then, I'm a bit prejudiced *against* "literature". To me, "literature" = BORING So I don't see that as a worthy goal, really... Genre fiction is where it's at. ;) > Kaylle ;-p Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam In God We Trust United We Stand ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 09:25:53 -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: Imbalance Part 30 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Fabulous as usual, Phil! (and Wendy) Keep it up ... and are you sure you can't post more often? My son is out of school next week, and I'm going to need large doses of fanfic to maintain my sanity... Pam Jernigan / ChiefPam / ChiefPam@nc.rr.com http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam In God We Trust United We Stand ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 13:46:28 +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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Well ok I guess I'll jump on and reply to this too ;). I tell a lot of people about it, having lived in the dorms recently it wasn't easy to keep a secret and besides, years ago I learned it was better to be proud and act proud of interestes then keep them secret, cause I found people more likely to make fun of you if they find out your a closet fan then an outright one. My roommate last year actually helped me edit my first fanfic, before I got beta readers and my parents and a few other friends also know about my writing it. I've made several attempts at writing an original sci fi or fantasy work to try and get published, but they always stall out. But fanfic has helped me hone my writing and keep from forgettign about my works in progress. You can use my name if you want, preferably first name only. Adam _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 07:09:21 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Reynolds, Raymond H." Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 20:11:38 +0400 From: Gay Devlin Subject: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? *who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not I really don't discuss my online activities with anyone. It is my hobby and not one my wife is interested in except in rare occasions when I can find out some information for her. I also don't participate in online chat, I find it extremely boring to type at someone and the slowness of the activity takes all the fun out of conversing. Besides that, the abbreviations and misspelling of words due to trying to speed up communication just drives me nuts! *if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - why/why not I guess, like a lot of others here, I too am a "closet FoLC". My wife and son know about my obsession and both of them just kind of ignore me when I start noticing old actors from the show or throw in the odd reference from the show. None of my family knows or, for that matter, would be interested in my interest in L&C. My in-laws know I'm a bit of a Superman fan, I've printed off fanfic and read it there while we visit on vacation sometimes, but specifics on L&C don't come up. *whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not I have very little L&C memorabilia, I have my collection of episodes on tape, which I keep in the living room near the TV and I have a couple of Superman shirts, but mostly I collect L&C related graphics, screen caps and stuff like that. I do have a Superman related theme on my computer at home and at work but that is about the only display I have. Please feel free to use my first name only. Ray ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 10:15:40 -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: Tempus Fugitive In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Hi Kathy:) >On Wed, 26 Sep 2001 13:06:13 -0400, Carolyn Schnall < >cschnall@MED.CORNELL.EDU> wrote: > >>Actually, TNT has been cutting some material that could be >>controversial. In addition to cleaning up curse words and deleting >>the word "G-d" whenever it is uttered as part of a curse, > >Carolyn, are you saying that TNT is removing such things from L&C? Or from >other programming? I've been watching the episodes and nothing has been >obviously missing, at least not that struck me as odd at the time. > >Kathy Sorry, I did not mean to imply that L&C content had been removed. I do not believe it has been, though I did not see the entire episodes I have taped since 9/11 except for yesterday's. I usually tape them since they are on from 8-9 am here in NYC. That is when I am getting ready to go to work, so I leave the tv off and listen to the news on the radio (for weather, etc.) I do not normally have time to review entire episodes these days. Since you have seen the eps, you would know better than I:) I do believe that some content has been removed from other programming, as per my comments about the film "An American President", a film I have probably seen a dozen times. So, when cuts were made, I noticed them and remembered their content, which could be sensitive at this time. Hope that helps, Carolyn ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 15:28:24 +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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Gay, I'm so jealous!!! When I was doing the fieldwork for my PhD, I had to struggle to find and contact potential respondents in the first place (homeworkers, if anyone's interested ), and then it was *very* difficult to actually get people to respond to my questionnaire. (No; homeworkers rarely have computers! And also, any spare time they have tends to go on knitting more rows in order to earn money sooner...). And here, you can send out an email to a list and get dozens of people all eager to talk about themselves! :D (I know; I bet it's not as simple as that, and there's the whole question of self-selection and representativeness to consider as well). One thing which occurs to me - keeping this on-topic - is whether age makes a difference in telling or not telling others what we do. In other words, are 'grown-ups' with careers and families and work-colleagues and adult friends less likely to talk about our interest in the fandom and the weird and wonderful things we do in connection with FoLCdom, than are people still at school or at undergraduate level at university? I don't know; but it's certainly an impressionistic conclusion formed from looking at the responses. I know it's not as simple as that; people are different, at whatever age. Kaylle seems to feel pretty much the same way as Helene and I and several others do, for example. But I wonder if this is an issue you might consider when evaluating responses, Gay? And I should have said earlier; yes, if by some remote chance I've said anything even vaguely of interest, do feel free to quote me! Perhaps as wendymr. Though why I should let that worry me, seeing as all my stories are on the Archive and Annesplace under my full name, and my earlier stories have my *work* email address on them, I don't know! Wendy -------------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 18:48:21 +0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gay Devlin Subject: Often reticent but definitely not ashamed MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed Hi Everyone, Many, many thanks for responding to my thread. To hear from over 20 different FoLCs online (and some of them twice!) and others privately in less than 24 hours has been just great. And to get such articulate and detailed responses was exactly what I'd hoped for. So now I am getting heaps of real life material to go with all that theory. This is terrific. Helene asked if I planned to make my research available to FoLCs. Well, my completed dissertation will be a long way down the track. I've only been working on this about 18 months so I have a ways to go. I've completed a couple of draft background chapters - one on changes to Superman since his debut in 1938 and another on Lois & Clark itself. The first of these is currently with my exceedingly tardy supervisor but I hope to hear back from him within a week or so. At some stage I would like to have some fans look at what I've written and I would be more than happy to send out parts. But I figure only a few people would be interested - it's nowhere near as entertaining as most fanfic! - so I certainly wouldn't send my work to the whole list. But if a few people would be interested in critiquing the chapters from a fan viewpoint that would be terrific. As to your question, Ann, no, I'm not a graduate of UVA. I'm actually a New Zealander and did all my tertiary study there. Coincidentally though my husband did his postgrad work at UVA. But to return to the matter at hand. Once again I have found FoLCs more than willing to oblige when I've asked for help. People I've contacted privately on other matters have responded fully and with promptness and in this instance I'm so glad people like talking about themselves and their experiences as this is making my work so much easier. So many FoLCs have helped me already that I've decided to make an appendix of their online nicks to acknowledge their assistance. The short acknowledgement section that usually accompanies an academic work would be insufficient to cover everyone I wish to thank. So thanks again people, and you all did so well with this question I will no doubt try another one in due course. Yours very gratefully, Gay ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 11:00:07 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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit << who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not >> A lot of those I know do know about it, and I've teased on end! But I'm kind of proud of it. I've made very many friends that I know will last a very long time. Although I am still quite active, but I don't really think it's about Lois & Clark anymore. While, yes I am still a fan of the show and i enjoy talking about it, reading fanfic and keeping up with the emails, I think I can honestly say that's not what keeps me coming back or hanging out on IRC, it's the friends I enjoying chatting with. And I even try to visit some - in person - every chance I get and probably will continue doing so until FoLCs kick me out and put the DO NOT TRESSPASS sign out! I just enjoy people! Let me add for all the fandoms I nbelong to, i've never met a bunch like FoLCs and I don't think I ever will. There's just something about being a FoLC that no one can ever duplicate. << if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - why/why not >> Well, I will confess that I am still living at home with mom and dad, and while they give me a hard time about my online time, they really don't mind it anymore. A part of the reason being because I love what I am doing and it has helped my take a huge step in my career. Many may not know, but my web site played a factor in getting my current job. I am an internet engineer and in a position where I help maintain webservers of some commercial sites. << whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not >> My room looks like it belongs to my 6 year old nephew. I have S-man action figures galore, each still in their boxes hung on the walls, my posters are all hung and I have shelves of ceramic collectible ... I have a few of my collectables at work as well, but not as many, just a few to show off where my interests are, Superman amoung them. A co-worker stopped by my desk once to ask if my Superman action figure would get jealous of my Branden Fraiser action figure (from The Mummy, of course ), which I had just purchased and placed right new to him. what we dedicated fans have to put up with. Anne ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 10:40:20 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JaT Subject: Re: Often reticent but definitely not ashamed In-Reply-To: <5.0.0.25.1.20010928175109.02a38360@emirates.net.ae> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii --- Gay Devlin wrote: >>I figure only a few people would be interested<< Are you nuts?! I know I would love to read it and I am betting that a good number of the netizens on this list would love to read it as well. James. ===== The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools[morally deficient people] despise wisdom and discipline. Proverbs 1:7 For the time will come when [people] will not put up with sound [teaching]. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. 2 Timothy 4:3-4 __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Listen to your Yahoo! Mail messages from any phone. http://phone.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 19:57:46 +0200 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Andrea Czech Subject: Re: Often reticent but definitely not ashamed MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > --- Gay Devlin wrote: > >>I figure only a few people would be > interested<< Then James wrote: > Are you nuts?! I know I would love to read it > and I am betting that a good number of the > netizens on this list would love to read it as > well. Yep. Dito, James! I'd love to read it, Gay. :-) Have a L&C-ful day! -Andrea- aka FoLCandi on IRC and ICQ ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 19:31:06 +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 9a/10? In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 This is only half of the next chapter. My muse has been intermittent for the last couple of weeks, and I've run out of buffer. :^) ***** All Stirred Up Chapter 8: Son of Nightfall Clark woke early, cramped from sleeping on the couch. Holding tightly onto his pillow, he levitated a few inches into the air and stretched the kinks out of his back. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt just to be Clark; to be his whole self again. As soon as his parents had broken the news to him last night, it was as though a dam had burst and his past had come flooding back. He hadn't needed the photographs they had brought along to convince him they were telling the truth. Everything had suddenly made sense: the memories of his "human" childhood that he had been holding at bay, the sense of familiarity with Clark's apartment that had been growing all day, the instinctive affection he had felt for this couple who, to the best of his knowledge, were mere acquaintances. As soon as he accepted that these things were his by right, and not the product of a disordered imagination, the pieces of his identity had started to fall into place. The relief had been indescribable. He had truly been lost without his past. It emphasised for him once again how shallow and two-dimensional the Superman persona was. All the things that gave his life meaning - his parents, his childhood, his career - belonged to Clark. He had envied those things when he had thought they were beyond his grasp, with a passionate longing that was painful even to remember; yet they had been his all along. That must make him one of the most fortunate people alive, he mused. In all aspects except one... Clark sighed and rolled onto his front, burying his face in his pillow. He could still detect traces of Lois's unique scent on it, from the night before. Lois. His relationship with her was the one aspect of his life where he seemed to be as far as ever from his goal. And yet, after his accident, things had started out so positively. Lois had found him and brought him home to the best possible place in which to regain his memory. By the most astonishing good fortune, she had failed to recognise him even when he was dressed in his own clothes. And then - Clark smiled wryly at the irony - his jealousy had led him to ask Lois about himself. He would never have dared do such an underhand thing under normal circumstances; indeed, he had the uneasy feeling that Lois, once she knew the truth, might find it hard to forgive. But the results had disproven the old adage that an eavesdropper never hears any good of himself. Not only had she been surprisingly complimentary about him, but - with far more honesty than she had shown to Clark or, he suspected, to herself - she had even gone so far as to admit she was attracted to him. Wistfully, Clark wondered how things could have been if his parents had turned up right then and there. Once the immediate problem of his memory had been dealt with, he would have been able to let his guard down slowly over time, letting Lois realise how very far from indifferent to her he really was. With no reason to think Superman might be romantically interested in her, there would have been every chance for her relationship with Clark to develop. Instead, he had spent many hours with her as Superman, giving her an opportunity to get to know the man beneath the suit, and feeding her fantasies about the illusory superhero. He had asked probing questions about his real identity, the kind of questions he had been amazed but relieved that Lois herself had never thought to ask. And then, to crown it all, he had kissed her... Hot and cold shivers chased each other up and down his spine at the memory, and his body yearned to feel Lois's touch again, even as he berated himself for his stupidity. Clark groaned, dropped the pillow onto the couch and rolled free of the blanket, then floated quietly over to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. To his surprise, Martha came through from the bedroom to join him, belting a brightly-patterned housecoat around herself. His parents always woke early on the farm, but normally appreciated sleeping in on their rare trips away. Martha hugged him briefly and kissed his cheek, but waited to speak until he had made two mugs of tea and they could move further away from the bedroom. As they sat down on the couch, Clark grinned and gestured with his mug. "New robe, Mom?" "I went to a fabric-dyeing workshop. Your father says I should call this 'Sunrise Surprise'." She leant over to give him another hug. "Oh, Clark, I'm so glad you're back with us!" "Me too. You have no idea how glad." He returned the hug. "And thank you for coming to the rescue. My memory was starting to come back, but I thought I was going crazy. What I could remember didn't fit with anything Lois had told me." He sipped his tea, frowning. Martha studied his face carefully. "Are you still worrying about Lois, honey?" He nodded glumly. "Yeah. I don't know what to do about it. Kissing her was just so stupid." "Clark, we went over this last night. You have to make up your mind - either you have to tell her that you're Superman, or Superman has to tell her that it was a mistake." "Mom, if I tell her I'm Superman, how am I ever going to know if she really loves me, or just the guy in the suit? But how can I tell her that it was a mistake? I can't tell her I don't love her. Even if I wanted to lie to her, it would hurt her so badly. She's been hurt before, and she doesn't think anyone really can love her. How could I do that to her?" Martha sipped her tea pensively. "You could tell her that you're not free to pursue a relationship with her. Maybe you could say that your family betrothed you to someone back on Krypton." Clark chuckled. "Oh, Mom, that's so far-fetched. Do you think she'd believe that? Still, I suppose it's a possibility. But I'm also worried about all those questions I asked her, about the real me. She's going to want to know the answers, and Superman can hardly say he doesn't trust her, especially after all she did to protect him. I guess he'll have to say that he can't tell her now, but he will tell her when he can - and hope that satisfies her curiosity for long enough. The last thing I need is for her to start interrogating me, or investigating our private lives. You did convince her that Superman and I aren't a gay couple, didn't you?" Martha nodded, frowning. "I think so. Clark, I do wish you wouldn't talk about yourself in the third person like that. Like it or not, honey, you *are* Superman." ***** Lois was staring morosely into her morning cup of coffee when the phone rang. She had tossed and turned all night, plagued with bizarre dreams about Superman and a blond Clark, inviting her to join a menage a trois. Now, weary and heavy-eyed, she wasn't sure she was ready to deal with what the day would bring. The emotional roller-coaster she had been on had dumped her in a deep pit of depression, and she had no idea how she was going to be able to face Clark again... in either of his identities. Hoping it was Martha, she picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Hello, Lois, it's Clark." Her foolish heart did a little dance of joy. He was all right! "Hi, Clark. So you got away from the hospital at last." To her relief, her voice was steady, but try as she might, she couldn't help the sarcastic tone that crept into the last sentence. She tried to pull herself together. "Does that mean I'm going to have my partner back today?" "I have to go back to the hospital this morning. George is having surgery - a bypass operation. I should be back at the Planet this afternoon, though." Lois's eyes stung. So much for her hopes that he might be honest with her after she had protected him. "Okay, I'll see you then. How's Superman?" "He's fine. We had a talk last night, and some things started coming back to him. His memory seems to be back to normal this morning. He's going to go to EPRAD as soon as we can get hold of Professor Daitch, and then he'll go and deal with that piece of asteroid." "That's great news, Clark!" Lois tried to inject enthusiasm into her voice, but it didn't seem to be working very well. "He asked me to pass on his thanks for everything you did for him. He'd like to thank you himself as soon as he gets back. He doesn't know what time it'll be, but he says he'll find you. He wants to know if you'd like the exclusive interview for the Planet." "Yes, I would, of course... that's very kind of him." Even to her own ears she didn't sound very convincing, and she hastened to end the call before she gave herself away. "I'll see you later. Bye." As she got ready for work, Lois tried to figure out how she was going to cope with Superman when she saw him again, and how she was going to manage working with Clark. She had to try to suppress the hurt and anger she felt at having been duped by them... by him, she corrected herself; she was still having difficulty thinking of them as being the same person. She couldn't let her personal feelings get in the way of her professional activities. Her Superman coverage had been a very good boost for her career so far, and she couldn't afford to let that go. As for her partnership with Clark... well, she was going to have a hard time trusting him again, but she had to admit that on the work front, she had no reason to think Clark had been less than fair to her. His special abilities would have enabled him to outdo her professionally with no trouble, had he chosen to compete with her instead of partnering her. Whatever his reason for wanting to work with her - and it could be as simple as the fact that they *did* write better as a team than either of them did individually - she would be wise to attempt to preserve what she could of their working relationship. As long as she never admitted to him directly that she thought of him as anything more than a partner and a friend (and she winced once again at the memory of what she had said to Superman), it should be possible to continue working together almost as though nothing had happened. As for yesterday's kiss... doubtless Superman would come up with some explanation for why it meant nothing. Clark must be dreading the prospect that she would take it as a declaration of his romantic interest, and become a clingy nuisance. Well, she'd be able to put his mind at rest about that soon enough, anyway. By the time she arrived at work, Lois had convinced herself that everything was going to be just fine. She took the time to bring Perry up to date on Superman's return to full health and his intention to deal with the last remnant of the Nightfall Asteroid that morning. Then she set a reminder for herself to contact Professor Daitch later to get information for an article in the evening edition, and started catching up on her in tray and e-mail. She was a little surprised to find a message from Lex, asking to see her ASAP. She had almost forgotten what Superman had had to say about Lex. Should she place any more reliance on it than she had on what Clark had said previously? Superman could have sources of information that ordinary reporters didn't. The sensible approach was to behave like a reporter: ask Superman for more information, and then investigate Lex. She resolved to have a word with Jimmy before she left to meet Lex. And what could Lex want with her now? Perhaps he had come up with some plan for dealing with the asteroid? He had significant resources at his disposal, and he had been silent on the subject of the asteroid so far. This might be a conclusive rebuttal of Clark's suspicions about him. ***** tbc, when I can... -- Meredith Knight "All the pebbles had fat smiling faces, and the anemones had mad bright eyes above their frills." ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 14:33:15 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi, Never thought about this before. I'm probably a closet FoLC. I don't hide it- but I don't talk to a lot of people about it. My family knows and a few friends. I don't have a lot of memorabilia. I have copies of all of the episodes. The tapes are with my movie tapes. I also have a number of stories downloaded to disk and a couple of file boxes of printed stories. I've met a couple of fans and correspond by email. merry ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 16:53:29 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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/28/01 10:10:19 AM Eastern Daylight Time, REYNORA@MAIL.NORTHGRUM.COM writes: > I have very little L&C memorabilia, I have my collection of episodes > Interesting as I hadn't considered tapes as memorabilia. I considered them essential to being a FOLC . --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 16:45:46 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Liz S Subject: It's doing it yet again, isn't it? I seem to be having problems getting onto the boards this afternoon. Anyone else, or is it me? Liz S. :( ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 22:53:00 +0100 Reply-To: Yvonne Connell Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Forgot to say, Gay, that you can quote me and use my name at will. (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 23:03:44 +0100 Reply-To: LabRat Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Organization: LabRat Subject: Re: It's doing it yet again, isn't it? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Nope, they appear to be down. Most of us on irc are currently getting a 500 server error. LabRat :) > I seem to be having problems getting onto the boards this afternoon. > Anyone else, or is it me? > > Liz S. :( ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 23:07:09 +0100 Reply-To: Yvonne Connell Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Yvonne Connell Subject: Re: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wendy said: > > Get thee to thy keyboard and get writing! We want MORE FoDIV!! > > and Ann said: > > What Wendy said! (Or I'll send the rodent with the disemboweling shears > after you. ) LOL, you too! Mind you, Ann - it's not the rodent who brandishes the shears, you know. She's usually on the receiving end, I believe ;) Thanks for the encouragement to write (I think ) Yvonne (yvonne@yconnell.fsnet.co.uk) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 18:39:11 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? In-Reply-To: <003701c1481f$63d56500$6501a8c0@nc.rr.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" Pam said: >...but on my own, I tended to just write "the good bits" and >leave the rest undone. So writing for an audience has helped me -- I have >to write the *whole* story, beginning to end. I could have written that, Pam! I did the same thing for years and years and years. Only when a buddy started editing the beginning of a story, and then asked for more, did I buckle down and start to fill in the gaps. (Not a LnC story, I'm afraid!) What I also found was that when I did start at the beginning and worked my way forward, the story changed. Additional layers of complexity got added and the characters grabbed hold of the plot so they could run off with it in new directions I'd never considered. While I still write out scenes as they occur to me, because I never ever want to lose an idea, I now do so with an awareness of how they may remain orphan scenes and never be in a story. OTOH, they can also be the start of NEW stories. Had that happen, too. This is such a neat discussion! -- Jacalyn S. Newman jacalynsue@earthlink.net ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 19:11:35 -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: Part 8/? In-Reply-To: <3BB3E1C3.CCEFF6F4@earthlink.net> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit No fair, Nan. You can't leave us with the children missing. Gerry ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 16:16:57 -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: Fanfic Question - Blood and Vicious Attacks In-Reply-To: <69.1b99f00b.28e515f5@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii I've lost track of everyone who answered these questions, but thanks a lot! I think I have more than enough information to proceed. It's much appreciated. Irene ===== sirenegold@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Listen to your Yahoo! Mail messages from any phone. http://phone.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 19:30:28 -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: NEW: Imbalance Part 30 In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit S P O I L E R S P A C E LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU writes: >[Why, indeed? Why would a slightly-mild-mannered reporter/super-hero >tell his biggest secret to the woman he thinks and wants to be the love >of his life? What *possible* reason could he have? Does anyone else >think that this is a self-answering question? > >But then, Lois doesn't know that, does she? And Clark better be *very* >careful how he phrases his answer. Unfortunately, you'll all have to >wait till next time to see if he is... ] Phil and Wendy, The answer better be a good one because I'm waiting impatiently. Gerry ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 19:35:04 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: OT: Premature Baby Resources? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit In a message dated 9/27/01 9:23:26 PM Eastern Daylight Time, kathybrown91@HOME.COM writes: Kathy, That's great about the baby. Sounds like he's a tough little fighter. As for the jaundice, the percentage of preemies who are jaundiced is somewhere close to 100%. I remember when our second son was born, my husband commented, "Wonder how long before they come to put him under the bili lights." > her room every half hour all day and night, they actually keep giving her > roommates who have their babies rooming in with them. She keeps saying > it's not that bad, but I think that's just cruel. > I agree. That is cruel. And if she's that sick, she probably shouldn't be around their babies anyway. (As my brother the infectious diseases doctor says, hospitals are no place for sick people) Ann ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 16:56:20 -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: Re: OT: Premature Baby Resources? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit That bit about jaundice and preemies is certainly true. My twins were four and a half weeks early. Mark, the larger baby, was slightly more developed than his twin and was a little yellow for about a day. Steven, the smaller twin, was described as "borderline premature" and had to go back to the hospital two days after coming home for another bililight treatment. And as for hospitals, they have more germs than just about anywhere else. There's a reason for all that handwashing, you know . In actuality, though, the germs in hospitals are often more virulent than their milder cousins outside the hospital. It's believed that hospital germs have become more ferocious versions of the others because only the toughest ones can survive all the antibacterials used in hospitals. Then the tough ones multiply and produce offspring that are just as tough. Hospital-acquired infections are a lot harder to cure than ordinary ones. Your brother is definitely right when he said hospitals are no place for sick people. :-) That's something to think about when you're buying cleaning products for your home. Breeding super-germs isn't something you want to do. Where do you think the flesh-eating bacteria came from? Nan Ann E. McBride wrote: > In a message dated 9/27/01 9:23:26 PM Eastern Daylight Time, > kathybrown91@HOME.COM writes: > > Kathy, > > That's great about the baby. Sounds like he's a tough little fighter. As > for the jaundice, the percentage of preemies who are jaundiced is somewhere > close to 100%. I remember when our second son was born, my husband > commented, "Wonder how long before they come to put him under the bili > lights." > > > her room every half hour all day and night, they actually keep giving her > > roommates who have their babies rooming in with them. She keeps saying > > it's not that bad, but I think that's just cruel. > > > I agree. That is cruel. And if she's that sick, she probably shouldn't be > around their babies anyway. (As my brother the infectious diseases doctor > says, hospitals are no place for sick people) > > Ann ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 20:17:18 -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: OT: Premature Baby Resources? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit >>That's something to think about when you're buying cleaning products for your home. Breeding super-germs isn't something you want to do. Where do you think the flesh-eating bacteria came from? So you mean that my long-standing policy of only cleaning the stuff that shows (every once in a while) is actually *healthy*?? Wow! And to think I cleaned my toilets today! Drat! I won't make that mistake again ;) PJ "But then of course so many people are silly about a man who doesn't do any fighting in a war. So stupid of them, because it's so much more sensible not to, don't you think? If we all just didn't, I mean, well where would people like Hitler have been?" "In Buckingham Palace and the White House, I imagine," grunted her husband. "Don't be silly, dear. How could he have been in two places at once?" --from Death in Kashmir, by M. M. Kaye ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 20:37:18 -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: Are you ashamed to be a FoLC? In-Reply-To: <5.0.0.25.1.20010927200949.02b80eb0@emirates.net.ae> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Hi Gay. I don't think I have anything new to add, but if you are taking a statistical count, then "count me in" > >*who you discuss your online membership of FoLCdom with - why/why not I discuss various aspects of stories, discussions and my own writing with my daughter who actually introduced me to fanfic. She's read my writing and has many excellent suggestions for me. She doesn't consider herself a FoLC at all, though we used to sit together and watch LnC Sunday nights when it was first on. I fill her in on what archive additions to read and whatever I find interesting on the msb and on the listserv. It's a great mother/daughter connection. She's also been quite instrumental in pushing me to write and to finish writing. My husband and my sons, on the other hand, aren't very interested (even though my youngest son was a Trekker and he helps me out with any computer jams). They think that LnC is frivilous and not worth their wife/mother's time. My husband actually read my most recent fanfic and he was surprised that it was a good story.. But he read it because we were on a very long flight and I was taking a copy of the fic to Hazel. He had nothing to do and I cajoled him into reading it. My two closest friends know that I'm a FoLC and one admitted that she felt the same way about Clan of the Cave Bear while my other friend told me about her obsession with Law & Order. But, neither are interested in discussing my interests (or reading my fanfic). > >*if your family, friends, acquaintances are aware of your interest - >why/why not Here come the "nots". No one else really knows although I tell my students that I'm involved with a group of people who write. I do this because of a poem I wrote that Jude Williams helped me with. I use it with my writer's craft class (senior high school) to show them how people can help edit other people's work and to get them to aim for collaboration and something higher. But as an English teacher, who has her students believing that she knew Shakespeare and Dickens personally, I don't want my students to be disappointed that their teacher is involved in what may be construed as a low-brow activity. That's pretty snobby of me, I know, but I can't help it. (My nighttable has a copy of Harold Bloom's study of Shakespeare on it and right beside that is the latest LnC fanfic story that I've printed up. You might say that I'm conflicted.) So, I keep it quiet. Am I ashamed? No. Embarassed? A little because the outside image that I try to maintain is not the same as who I really am -- an old romantic. > >*whether your L&C memorabilia are on display or stored - why/why not I don't have any memorablilia other than my tapes which are on the same bookshelves in my bedroom (where I watch them) as some of the most recent novels written by talented Canadians (and some Americans and Brits too). > > >Any thoughts people can give would be very much appreciated. If you don't >want me to mention you in the published thesis that's fine - just say so. >On the other hand if you are happy to be quoted under your real name or a >pseudonym I will undertake to do that too. > Just call me gerry even though my addy gives it all away. ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 19:45:56 -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 30 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I just want you to know that I have great disgust for authors who just leave people hanging! (that's for you too nan!). At least they're still talking - that's something at least! CM ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 18:10:35 -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: Re: OT: Premature Baby Resources? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lol! Well, probably moderation in all things isn't too bad an idea, but you should see what I go through to avoid buying those new antibacterial products. If I want to clean something, soap and water, detergent, and sometimes bleach, are good enough for me. Nan Pam Jernigan wrote: > >>That's something to think about when you're buying cleaning products for > your > home. Breeding super-germs isn't something you want to do. Where do you > think > the flesh-eating bacteria came from? > > So you mean that my long-standing policy of only cleaning the stuff that > shows (every once in a while) is actually *healthy*?? Wow! > > And to think I cleaned my toilets today! Drat! I won't make that mistake > again ;) > > PJ > > "But then of course so many people are silly about a man who doesn't do any > fighting in a war. So stupid of them, because it's so much more sensible > not to, don't you think? If we all just didn't, I mean, well where would > people like Hitler have been?" > "In Buckingham Palace and the White House, I imagine," grunted her husband. > "Don't be silly, dear. How could he have been in two places at once?" > --from Death in Kashmir, by M. M. Kaye