CHAPTER 10
The next evening…
LL: Hello.
CK: It's me.
LL: Clark, I can't talk right now. I'm meeting the Blur in less than an hour (sounds annoyed).
CK: I know you are and I was just making sure you were still meeting with him.
LL: I've given it a lot of thought since we talked last night and I agree with you. I trust his judgment.
CK: That's what I'm here for, Lois. One save at a time.
LL: Isn't that my line?
CK: You don't have the monopoly on that line you know (laughs).
LL: You are such a smart ass. I must be rubbing off on you.
CK: Haven't we had a conversation like this before?
LL: We've had lots of conversations.
CK: I think we have. I seem to recall my previously talking about rubbing you and-
LL: Not now, Smallville.
CK: What do you mean? (sounds confused)
LL: I don't need to be imagining you rubbing my body just before I'm about to meet the Blur.
CK: It sounds like you're already thinking about it.
LL: No, I'm not.
CK: Yes, you are.
LL: (sounds insistent) No, I'm not.
CK: (ignores comment) I'd start with your toes, then slowly work my way up to your ankles, then I would continue my journey up your long legs until I reach your inner thighs and-
LL: (interrupts) Will you please stop that?
CK: Ask me nicely and I will (smirks).
LL: (to self) He is so going to pay for that.
CK: Still there?
LL: Of course I am, Smallville.
CK: (to self) She's using her sweet voice. Am I in trouble?
LL: Will you please stop talking naughty to me?
CK: (to self) Yep, I'm in trouble all right.
LL: Clark?
CK: (short pause) Was that so bad?
LL: I guess not.
CK: I'll talk to you later because I don't want you to be late.
LL: I'm going to leave you with this thought.
CK: You don't want to keep the Blur waiting – do you?
LL: (ignores plea) Just picture me wearing only a smile as my hands rub you all over your body.
CK: (stunned silence)
LL: See you later, Smallville (laughs as she hangs up).
CK: She's gonna be the death of me.
One hour later…
LL: Hello?
TB: Lois?
LL: Where are you?
TB: I'm across the street. Don't turn around yet.
LL: Okay.
(Sound of footsteps approaching)
LL: Can I confess something?
TB: I thought I was the one with a big confession to make (chuckles).
(Footsteps coming closer)
LL: I'm being serious here, Kal.
TB: Sorry.
LL: I'm a little nervous.
TB: Me too.
LL: Really?
(Footsteps stop)
TB: You sound relieved. Why?
LL: I guess it's because I didn't want to be the only one who was a little nervous about us finally meeting face to face after all this time.
TB: (silence)
LL: Kal? Are you okay?
TB: I'm fine. I was processing what you just said.
LL: I meant every word of it.
TB: (silence again)
LL: Thinking again? (teasing tone)
TB: (chuckles) I was thinking about how much you remind me of a woman I've known for years.
LL: I do? (sounds curious)
TB: Yes.
LL: What is it about me that reminds you of her?
TB: I could talk about her for hours.
LL: Can you tell me just a little bit about her?
TB: I could do that.
LL: I'm listening.
TB: It's funny you say that because we watch Fraiser all the time (laughs).
LL: I'm a better listener than he is (smirks).
TB: (laughs again)
LL: We're getting off the subject here. You were about to tell me about her.
TB: (clears throat) I met her about four years ago in a cornfield…
LL: (interrupts) You met her in a cornfield? (raised brows)
TB: (smiles inwardly) Can we leave that story for other time?
LL: Of course we can.
TB: (continues) My life hasn't been the same since that moment.
LL: Is that a good thing?
TB: It's a wonderful thing.
LL: (silence)
TB: She makes me laugh when I'm feeling down. She knows when to use the tough love, but she also knows when to back off because she knows me better than anyone. Her smile lights up a room and I always feel stronger when she's around.
LL: (getting teary eyed)
TB: Lois, are you okay?
LL: I'm fine.
TB: Are you sure?
LL: Of course I'm sure. Can I turn around now? (sounds anxious)
TB: Yes (hangs up and puts phone away).
LL: (takes deep breath) Okay. (hangs up and turns around)
CK: It's me, Lois. I'm the Blur.
(Sounds of sniffling)
CK: Don't cry, Miss Lane. Don't cry (pulls out handkerchief and dabs her cheek).
LL: I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.
CK: I know, Lois, and I'm sorry I put you through all of this.
LL: You should be (steps back and punches his shoulder). I suppose it doesn't hurt when I do that.
CK: I do feel it but it doesn't hurt me. It would hurt you though.
LL: Is that why you always seem to lean back slightly whenever I punch you?
CK: (nods head) I didn't want you to hurt your hand.
LL: I remember hurting it that time we both went undercover at that underground fight club. By the way, you looked amazingly hot in those form fitting leather pants with the leather jacket (using sultry voice).
CK: Really? (sounds surprised)
LL: Oh, yeah (sighs). There was something dangerousabout you that night that I found very attractive. Of course back then I never would have told you in a million years.
CK: (smiles) I'll never forget how I felt when he threw you across the room. It ignited a fire in me that at the time I didn't understand. All I knew was that I wanted to kill him for what he did to you.
LL: I wondered why you didn't have a scratch on you when I saw you after the fight, but I didn't want to ask. I thought there might be something different about you, but I figured you would tell me when you were ready.
CK: I'm sorry you got hurt – not just that time but for all the other times too.
LL: Will you please stop blaming yourself for something that's not your fault? You know how relentless I can be when I go after a story.
CK: They don't call you Mad Dog Lane for nothing (smiles).
LL: Who calls me that? (frowns and puts hands on hips)
CK: You didn't know? (looks curiously at her)
LL: No (shakes head).
CK: I think you should take it as a compliment.
LL: (ignores comment) I'm going to find out who said it and-
CK: Lois (interrupts).
LL: (still rants) and when I do, they'll be so sorry and then-
CK: Lois (interrupts again).
LL: (continues ranting) and then I'll-
(Pulls her into his arms and kisses her passionately)
TO BE CONTINUED…