A Life Less Ordinary
Originally posted to Zoomway's MsgBd April 2002
Clark looked at his partner's desk. For the fifth time in the last two weeks, Lois had left the office suddenly without an explanation. Today, they had been in the middle of a discussion about their current story when she had paused to look down at her watch. Her eyes had widened and he'd picked up a slight increase in her pulse. She'd moved to stand up, pushing her chair back into Clark's legs where he'd been leaning over her shoulder reading her computer screen.
"Sorry, I've gotta run. Can you finish this up and LAN it to Perry?" she'd asked, the tone of her voice making it more of a statement than a question. At his confused look, she'd patted his arm, grabbed her purse, and headed to the elevator while rummaging for her keys.
He knew he didn't have the right to question her disappearances when he was the master of them, but he didn't know if he should be worried or not. Not that not worrying about her was ever an option.
After she left, he'd sat at her desk and finished proofing their article before sending it to Perry. Now, he was at his desk, with a creased brow, wondering where his partner had run off to. The first couple of times she'd pulled the disappearing act, he'd attributed it to her having a meeting with a source. They normally shared all the information they gathered, so he'd decided to be patient and wait for her disclosure, but it never came. What was so frustrating about the whole situation was that she never supplied an explanation, and he didn't have the nerve to ask for one.
Clark looked over to the elevator as he felt her enter the newsroom. It was amazing to him that she had become so ingrained in his person with a sixth sense connection. He didn't think it had anything to do with superpowers, because this depth of awareness only worked with her. Sure, he could tell when people walked into a room, or when an appliance was on, but he normally didn't know who it was before looking.
Lois nodded curtly at the colleagues she passed on her way to her desk. Flipping her hair and taking a breath, she looked up toward him, smiling as she sat down. Unfortunately, her partner wasn't fooled by her false exuberance. He saw that her attitude was muted when he looked into her eyes. Lois softened as she saw the question creep onto Clark's face. He walked over and perched on the edge of her desk.
"You OK?" Clark asked expectantly.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lois replied as she entered the password into her computer to stop the screensaver. When he didn't move, she looked up at him.
"OK, better question," he said tilting his head. "I can see you're not fine. What's wrong?"
"I don't feel like talking about it now, but when I'm ready, I'll let you know."
"Promise?" He held up his pinkie and grinned at her.
Lois couldn't help but to laugh as she curled her own pinkie around his. "Promise," she said with a smirk.
Clark turned his palm upward. "Spit on it?"
Lois pushed him playfully, in response to which he stood up, holding both palms up to her in surrender. Smiling, he said, "Okay. Good enough."
Lois watched him saunter back to his desk, and sighed, leaning back into her chair. Even after a day like today, he was able to lighten her mood.
Two weeks later, the two partners were walking through Centennial Park after work. They had just completed a grueling investigation into the after-hours workings of the state senator. Long hours and worked weekends had uncovered the illegal use of state funds, which were being used in non-delegated private accounts. This afternoon, the police had seized the office, and Lois and Clark got their exclusive. The article was typed and sent just in time for a brief spot in the late edition. The Planet would use it to allude to to the series of stories that would begin the next day.
Now lazily strolling after a celebratory stop at the ice cream parlor, Lois slipped her arm around Clark's elbow and sighed happily.
"Hmmm, an award winning series of stories, chocolate ice cream, a beautiful clear evening when I'm actually outside and not in front of a computer... This is bliss!" She smiled up at her partner. "Did I mention the chocolate ice cream?"
They both laughed and continued walking. After passing the playground, Lois let go of Clark's arm and walked toward a nearby bench. Clark followed her, sat down, and leaned back on the bench to gaze up at the sky.
"Clark, I want to have a baby."