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There was one part in the movie where Lois asked, "How many F's are in catastrophic?". It turns out that Lois is a really bad speller so here's another incident in this chapter.
Clark's POV
Chapter Six: Identity
"Clark, you're safe!"
She swung her arms around me tight. Everyone looked at us. Perry White, Jimmy Olsen, even a glance from Richard.
I nervously gave her a pat on the back. "Er..."
Lois smiled. "Let's get back to work."
After a few minutes, she looked up. "Clark, how many J's are in original?"
I laughed. "One G, if that's what you want."
Lois blushed. "Thanks...hey, I sort of interviewed Superman last night. Lex is back."
I froze and robotically gasped. "Really?"
"Yeah, and he has more kryptonite. Superman is not safe. He has this gash on his right arm."
I tenderly grazed my gash inside my sleeves and winced.
"...stabbed with kryptonite, like before?" Lois gave me a questioning look. I cleared my throat anxiously.
"Swell!" I choked out.
"Clark, this is serious. When Superman came to my house to tell Jason a bedtime story-" Lois stopped and her face turned crimson.
"Bedtime story?" I asked, half-killing myself inside.
"They've sort of became friends. But anyway, Superman was telling him about one of his enemies...and he's back...someone named...Doomsday?"
My stomach twist itself into a knot. I regretted telling Jason and Lois about him. If I died, what would Jason say?
"Mmm..." I started to find the carpet very interesting. The conversation was tempting for me to blurt out my identity.
I can't keep it from her anymore.
"Lois-" I began.
"...Clark..." she leaned forward and gave me another hug.
"I just feel terrible for all the mistakes that I've done. I just...wanted to thank you for helping me through."
Her arms slid down my mine. I gulped nervously. "Lois..."
And then she felt the gash.
I turned away.
"Clark...you're...Super-" Her eyes welled up with tears.
"I think I have to go..." I tried to pull away from her. I knew what else she was thinking.
"Clark is a nerd! And yet, every night he goes out to save hundreds of lives..."
I walked down the hall, half-angry, half-relieved.
"Clark...wait." Lois raced up to me. She pulled me in fora kiss.
"That night, Clark, when you came as Superman, you told me that I would fall in love and find out who you are. And...I think I did just that."
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