"Do you love this man?"
"...yes."
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The yes choked with tears was still ringing in my head and it didn't help that 'Smallville' was with me at my nine to five job (twenty-four hour job is more like it) and from the very first week it seemed we were partners.
As I said it's very hard to think about the murder of the week when the man (boy, boy, boy!) you basically said 'I love you' to is sitting at the deck across from you.
"Are you okay Lois?"
No, double no, make that a triple no.
"I'm just fine and dandy, Smallville, shouldn't you be working on your story?"
"Don't you mean our story, Lois?"
The single most important fact about today seemed to slip my mind (all thanks to one Clark Kent who stopped looking like a boy years ago and I just started to notice it) today's front pager, my one and only dream come true and but of course Kent was my partner.
"Son of a bitch, I so do not need this."
"Lois?"
"Get your cape super-boy, we have a story to write."
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It smiled up at us (us, yes I mean me and Kent) from the very front page and all we could do was smile back at the work that we had done, hand and hand like two good little reporters (not without a small amount of snark to make it through the day).
"Good work Smallville, we did it and it wasn't half as bad as I though it would be. Anyway, since it's way past my bed time, I'll better be on my way, lets just hope the lovely couple is sleeping this time."
I would lying to myself if I said that the smile that came only seconds ago didn't make it's way up to my eyes and the reason for it's appearance wasn't a man (boy) named Clark Kent.
But of course I lie to myself more then anyone else in the whole freaking world.
'I was telling the truth when I said 'yes'
Now that was the first honest thing I've thought in days.
"Goodnight, Lane."
Sleep tight, Kent."