*Chapter Seven*

POV: Lois Lane

I watched a wide display of emotions played over everyone's faces. "Who am I?" The man asked in obvious confusion. Before I could reply, someone squeezed my hand tightly. I slowly, and rather painfully, turned my head. "Daddy, you came?" I whispered. He nodded his head excitedly. "Do you recognize anyone else?" I slowly looked around the room. "Of course I do." I said as faces began to click with memories. "Mom and Lucy are here." Dad smiled. "Good sweetheart." The rather attractive man in the tight, spandex suit looked shocked. "Good? She doesn't know who I am?" He boomed in his deep voice. For some reason there was a rather odd S on his chest, like some kind of symbol.

Mom frowned. "Stay calm dear. We'll figure it out." The man in blue and red nodded and bit his lip anxiously. "Is this a new wing of the base?" I finally asked. "I don't remember the army hospital being this big." Lucy's face paled under her makeup. Why was she wearing so much makeup? I looked over at my mom's hand which was still grasping my hand tightly. "What happened to your wedding ring?" I asked suspiciously.

Mom gasped and dropped my hand as if it was on fire. "Sam." She cried. Dad backed away towards the door and stuck his head into the hallway. "Nurse, come in here quickly!" He hollered. A pretty African nurse rushed in. "Annabelle." The attractive man said. I took a second to exam him. He had large cerulean blue eyes, flawless skin and black blue hair with a slight curl. Totally sigh worthy. "What's the matter?" The nurse, Annabelle asked. Mom pulled her into the corner where they whispered with hushed voices and extravagant hand motions.

Lucy eyed me like I had the plague. "What are you looking at Lu?" I snapped. She jerked and turned away. I met eyes with the handsome stranger. "And you are?" I asked expectantly. He seemed surprised that I was talking to him. "Oh-uh- I'm Superman." That would explain the giant S I guess. "You call yourself Superman?" I repeated dumbly. He nodded. "Okay then." Before he could reply, Nurse Annabelle came over and commandeered my attention.

"How are you feeling Lois?" She asked gently. "Uh, fine I guess. My head is hurting like crazy." Annabelle nodded. "As to be expected." She smiled and grabbed a clipboard from the wall. "Mind if I ask you some questions?" Some questions turned out to be at least a hundred questions about my life and memory. Yet no one would say anything about my supposed accident. Superman left about half way through, saying that he had business to attend too.

When Nurse Annabelle was done she ran a hand through her perfectly sculpted hair and stood up to stretch her legs. "Thank you so much dear, if you would excuse me for a moment." She gestured for my parents to follow her into the hall. Lucy was collapsed in a chair, texting like crazy. "You got a cell phone?" I asked surprised. Lucy looked unsure. "Yeah, when the di-" "That'll be enough." Annabelle, who had reentered the room interjected.

"Lois, your accident left more of an issue than we thought." She said gently. I frowned. "Okay, so what's wrong?" She sighed. "It seems that you can't remember anything past when you were thirteen."

I thought for a second. "What do you mean?" She set her clipboard down. "You retain all the information of the world around you, but all facts after your thirteenth birthday about your life or the people you know is gone." I sat in stunned silence. It made sense, why Lucy was wearing more makeup and had a cellphone. Why the man in blue seemed shocked that I didn't remember him. "How much have I lost?" I whispered. The nurse gave a sad smile. "About 5 years hon. Your eighteen now." That made Lucy sixteen. My baby sister was freaking sixteen years old. "This isn't happening." I muttered.

"Where am I?" I asked. Dad gave a tight lipped smile. "As soon as your birthday rolled around you packed up and left the base. You've lived in Metropolis for five months, being an intern at the Daily Planet Newspaper." He explained. Not even the fact that I had achieved my life long goal was enough to make this moment any better. "And your wedding ring?" I asked Mom sadly. She looked away for a second. "It was a few months after you turned thirteen. It was a mutual decision and you and Lucy didn't take it well." Lucy snorted from her corner chair. "That's one way of putting it." She murmured. Dad sent her a look. "I'm sorry dear." Mom said in a fragile tone.

I looked away. "Whatever. I never expected you guys to become just another statistic though." I said venomously.

The look on Mom's face said what no words ever could.