The reality of being Lois Lane
• I do not have any ownership of Smallville, or the characters. I do however own my own words so may everything good in this world help you… if you use them without my permission.
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Lois Lane was sitting with one hip hitched on the ledge of her apartments largest window. He was late… which; in it of itself is not as surprising as how much it still made the knots in her stomach tighten. The evening lights of Metropolis were growing brighter, narrowing into colliding hues of light and shadow. Lois didn't want to think about the damn lights. They did not provide a significant enough distraction. The single minded thought that "he was late" reverberated in her head. Her mouth gave the slightest twitch of annoyance; no one would ever accuse Lois of having infinite patience.
Loving Clark was easy. Sharing him was not. Clark was her best friend. He became her one shining constant. Clark lit a fire in her, brighter than she had ever known possible with her own family. Clark had entered her life as the model of predictability and optimism. All apple pie and plaid, with a brain that could keep her on her toes. For all this things that he was to her, she understood what he was to the rest of the world…
he was Superman…
The sound of her cell phone vibrating on the table by the door startled her and sent her staggering off the window ledge. The voice on the other end was familiar but not the one she was expecting. Her thoughts skipped for the span of a heartbeat before she was able to place the voice. Why was Oliver Queen calling her?
Lois was running towards the awaiting plane. The call from Oliver had come almost thirty minutes ago; he had sent a plane for her…
It may have been more than five years since she and Ollie had dated, but she would always have a soft spot for him. No matter how much time had passed Oliver Queen was still Ollie, and she knew she could trust him.
Of course Ollie would have called her, he was one of the few Justice League members who knew Clark, knew her. The other members of the Justice League knew only of her professional relationship to Superman. Lois had been the first to interview the mysteries hero. Flinging herself into the leather seat she barked at the pilot that she was ready, as she struggled to make her hands stop shaking long enough to fasten her seat belt. Lois stared blankly forward, hearing the engines roar alive as she tried to stay focused and not panic.
Clark.
A tattered corner of a rag magazine peaked out of the pocket in front of her seat, half of Superman's face looking out benevolently. The first time she saw him fly down and land in front of her she knew she was in trouble. No nonsense, assertive, brash, sharped tongued Lois Lane… hand been rendered speechless at the sight of him.
With a wry smile, Lois came to her own self-defense… "How could he not dazzle me, the man could fly." The blue suit, the curling lock of black hair, for gods sake he had been wearing a cape that was flapping in the wind when she first met him. And then he smiled... Lois never had a chance. That same week she had started working with an old friend at the Planet, Clark Kent. It had been several years since she had seen him, but they had managed a few phone calls to stay in touch save the year he traveled after college. A year she knew now he had spent at a place his father had called Clark's "fortress of solitude." Seeing Clark in person again was a little surreal, he seemed older in more than years and wearing less plaid but adopting thick framed black glasses.
In the beginning they were friends again, sharing story assignments for the paper and movies on the weekends. But Superman became her dogged pursuit. Part infatuation and part admiration. An army base brat Lois had been around powerful men. She understood the game better than anyone, and she knew how men like these functioned. As she came to know Superman, she came to understand that for all his power…his intentions were never for himself. It had been Clark though she had fallen in love with. He was so many things she admired. It was probably her initial admiration that had sparked everything. So many things she had come to admire and now love. He was patient, kind, and understanding as well as lacking any capacity for cruelty. All of these things flitted threw Lois's head in rapid-fire succession.
The plans engines decreased in pitch, and Lois stomach cinched tighter. She forced her mind back to Clark. She thought of their first assignment together. There first all night project. She remembered describing what it was like to fly with Superman for the first time, while her head lay resting on Clarks shoulder as she fell asleep. The wheels of the plane touched the tarmac and Lois was unbuckling her seat belt as soon as the wheels began to slow…