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14 Feb, Thurs. 1730 (5:30 p.m.) CST

She always liked watching the pink, orange, and red hues of the sunset that streamed in through the large bay window of the main newsroom. The thirty one year old news writer watched as the sunlight seemed to dance on her desk. She rubbed the back of her neck with her right hand as she watched the sunlight refract through the facets of the large five carat diamond that was set in the ring on her left ring finger.

She squeezed the back of her neck trying to relieve the tension. Long dark brown tendrils that escaped from the bun on the back of her head brushed against her fingers as she closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the look on the tall dark haired news man's face.


15 Jan, Tues. 1730 (5:30 p.m.) CST

Perry White, the no-holds-barred, gruff talking editor of the Daily Planet raised both his hands for quiet in the newsroom. The usual hustle and bustle, even at the end of a very long day, gave way to quiet.

Several copy clerks rolled in carts holding chilled Dom PĂ©rignon bottles and pre-filled champagne flutes. They began to hand the bubbly drinks out to the staff that gathered around their veteran editor.

"All right. All right, simmer down now," the southerner said as the crowd began to sip their drinks. "This celebration is twofold."

Clark Kent, the 6'6" former high school quarterback adjusted his spectacles as he looked across the room at his childhood friend. Lois Granger stood across the room talking with some of their fellow colleagues.

How he ever ended up as a news writer, it was beyond him. It was something he grew to like. She, on the other hand, was born to write. It was Lois who had gotten him interested in the business in the first place. If he would ever admit it aloud, he would have to credit her with keeping him interested.

He shook himself out of his daze as Perry continued. "Let's have a toast to our two Pulitzer Prize winners, Clark Kent and Lois Granger," the editor-in-chief said as the whole room clapped. "Lois, Clark, come on up for a moment."

Both news writers walked up to where their editor was addressing the crowd. They caught each other's eye for a moment before they both looked away. Perry put his arms around both of their shoulders.

"I want to congratulate these two young kids who've been with us the past six years," he said smiling at the two. "They've won three of the last five Pulitzers, with their amazing teamwork."

The staff clapped and hollered. Lois blushed, never used to the limelight. She glanced over at Clark who seemed to be enjoying the attention. She took in a deep breath.

"You two seem to be joined at the hip," Perry said as the crowd laughed. "But it looks like Lois is flying solo on this next endeavor."

Clark took a peek at Lois, wondering what Perry was getting at. He took in a breath as a glint of light caught his eye. Clark blanched.

"Lois will be the new Mrs. Lex Carter," Perry said almost halfheartedly.

The crowd went wild as they came up to congratulate her. Clark stepped backwards allowing his coworkers to 'ooh and ah' at the large ring Lois wore on her left ring finger. He hadn't noticed before.

He took a deep breath as he and Lois locked eyes. He nodded at her before he allowed himself to clear out of the way of his coworkers. He watched from the periphery, trying to digest what it all meant.

Lois was inundated with congratulations. She felt suffocated but she smiled nonetheless. She pictured Clark's face, how much he tried to hide the shock.


"Hey," Jimmy Olson, the top photo journalist at the paper, interrupted her thoughts. She nodded at him. "I'll see you and Lex at the Valentine's Benefit."

"Yeah," Lois said softly, giving him a weak smile as the photographer left. She looked around for Clark. He wasn't in the newsroom. 'I guess I'll see him there, too,' she thought to herself as she stood up to leave.