Season 1 Episode 1/1
I ached in places that I forgot existed, but I needed to bag this story and right at this moment I wasn't exactly the well dressed, pretty faced Lois Lane. I love the silence of the Daily Planet Newsroom in the early morning. I took advantage of the empty nest to shed the masculine disguise.
"Oh I like the beard," I heard cooed from behind me. I turned to flash Jimmy a bemused smile. "But the mustache isn't workin' for me. Want me to do it?"
I braced for the sudden rip. It stung a little, but not as much as the sting of Prison is going to be for the Con bust I've just made. "I got 'em cold," I announced handing my film to him for development.
Jimmy's eyes glowed in admiration, "Nice!" Not for the first time have I been grateful for Jimmy Olsen's dedication to impressing Perry, he's also one of the best techies we've got on staff. With his help I'll be able to make the early morning edition for sure. I might finally write that Pulitzer worthy piece.
Okay so maybe it isn't a Pulitzer but even Chief admitted it was good work, but in his own words, "This is a newspaper, not tea time at Buckingham Palace." Nose to the grindstone again, snooping out my next best story. Strangely enough this one found me.
I sat at my desk going numb from the research I'd been assigned to do on the Theater District desecration. I will admit that it is sad, but I only ever enjoyed the Theater when my dad tried to make up for multiple absences with father/daughter dates. Needless to say there was no motivation.
"Lois Lane," I thought I heard a hushed but harsh cry, it got louder as it called again. Once again I confirmed I hadn't lost my mind I stood to address the stranger. He hadn't quite reached me when he made his startling announcement, "The Messenger is going to explode!"
Okay now you have my attention. The man looked like one of those End-of -the-world Bible-Thumpers that lived on a street corner. His mud brown trench coat crusted with dirt and fish hooks, scarves covered every inch of his neck. His eyes were bloodshot with fear as if a drink or drug were still plaguing his system.
"These are my credentials," He shoved a bundle of crumpled papers. Before my eyes I watched security force the poor mad man out of the newsroom. "Please, you must tell my story!"
"Hey, wait a minute," but my pleads fell on deaf ears.
"We've had problems with him before," Norm, one of the guards, confirmed. Once the commotion ended there was a brief silence and then as if it never happened. The pile on my desk gave me a name and a new story, Dr. Samuel Platt.
Today wasn't as dull as I thought it be. If I were completely honest I'd have to admit that I was aware of his arrival. He emerged from the elevator with a look of awe and wonder. I remember having that look or awe in my eyes once too... well I never really lost it. Not noticing him would've been impossible, he stood at least four inches taller than anyone he passed, and he smiled at everyone whether or not they were looking at him. What caught my eye was how he walked straight to Perry's office as if he belonged. But I quickly turned back to my story, focusing solely on a story that could literally cause a huge blowout.
I shuffled through a mess off papers bundled into a grimy piece of cloth. Something about the fear I saw in the "Mad man's" eyes told me this had to be looked into, but the uneasiness in my journalist's gut is what got my mind working. I sat for a minute or two doing some preliminary research on Dr. Platt just to find some sort of angle. Dr. Platt proved to be a story by himself, a respected and revered scientist who was stripped of his reputation and dismissed. In that moment I knew Perry had to put me on this story.
I burst into the high-strung editor's office begging for permission to start looking into Dr. Platt's story, "... I really think we should check into-"
"Lois, can't you see I'm in the middle of something," He barked. He sighed and turned to the stranger, "Lois Lane meet Clark Kent."
I looked to the stranger's eyes and saw a spark of something; respect, intelligence... maybe intrigue. I suddenly noticed that he was actually on his feet. In those seconds I knew he wasn't from around here. "Oh hi, " turning to Perry I continued my arguement.
"Wait, what happened to the mood piece about the tear down of the Metro Theater?"
I smirked, "I wasn't in the mood."
"You weren't in the mood," he growled. "Lois, you can't just throw out an assignment for a hairbrained-"
Jimmy rappedon the window informing me of a phone call, it had to be Lex Corp. I've been bothering that secretary for an interview for months with no luck, but I'm Lois Lane.
"Hey sis," a chirpy voiced called out.
"Hey Luce," I sighed.
"I just wanted to remind you to go stopping before coming home. Oh and you're out of chocolate."
"Oh come on Lucy," I whined, "You wiped me out last time you come home too!"
"Stop whinning, Sis." I reluctantly agreed to do some shopping tonight. I dropped the phone a little harder than I should've. I looked back at Perry's office and saw the mysterious stranger stand to shake Perry's hand. Clark Kent came into the newsroom with a slight look of rejection. To my surprise he shook off the look of self pity and stood taller once again. I'm not sure why but I stared at him as he passed by my desk. He flashed me a wink and a smile, I felt my stomach flutter and a small blush flushed my cheeks. Who is this guy?
"Good day, Ms. Lane," he said. Okay... Soon enough the stranger disappered as quickly as he came about, but this time Perry White wasn't far behind. The Chief seemed to be nursing his hand.
"Who was that, Chief."
"Probably the world's last over grown boy scout," he winced as he added, "with a grip of steel."
I smiled, "Where did he come from?"
Chief smirked, "Hard to tell, for a boy from Smallville, Kansas he's well traveled." I rolled my eyes at the mention of a Nowheresville town and missed that last part. What was a small town boy trying to prove in the Metropolitan beauty that was Metropolis?
Author's Note:
I've always been interested in the thoughts of Lois Lane. I hope that you enjoyed it too. Let me know what you are thinking.
