"The Metropolis Story…"

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Summary: Poet/Champion turned reporter/Champion (the vampire thing was involuntary) for the second least respectable news organization in Metropolis, William Soames Walthrop is assigned the job of uncovering the mysterious silence of a famed, deceased silent film star of the great film inspired by the greatest city on Earth. Both the other reporter/Champion and other reporter/seedy investigator of things mysterious in town hate his guts.

Part VII…

En route to London…First class compartment…

"This is my first trip abroad so I hope you two won't mind if I say I'm trembling with excitement…" Margaret smiled at her two companions…

"Heck, my knees are knocking, sweetheart…Lord knows it's my first by first class…" Kolchak grinned… "And by the way, I will take another martini when the young lady comes by again…"

"What?..." he eyed the somewhat troubled-looking Walthrop… "You forget something…?"

If this be about Maggie, nows not the time, kid…He regarded William carefully…

"No, it's nothing…Just…I have this feeling we're being…" Will began…

"Is that Lois Lane?..." Margaret stared at the figure peering into the first class cabin…

"Mr. White?...Clark Kent here, sir…No, sir, nothing major…Well, except…Yes, sir, get to the point, I understand you're a very busy…Yes, sir…Walthrop is definitely heading for London, sir…On British Airways…And Lois and I…" Kent paused from the phone to look where Lois had again gone to peer into the first class cabin…

"Uh, yes…Sorry, sir…Anyway I just wanted to be sure we had your approval…Yes, sir…If Walthrop is going to London it should be obvious I should be on his tail…Yes, sir…Especially if INS is footing the bill…Right, sir…Ummn, sir… Should I contact the accounting office since we didn't have time to clear this through the travel…Sir?...Tell the airline what, sir?…That we'll do an expose on the terrorist threat posed by their shoddy and corrupt bagging staff, sir?...But…Yes, sir…The airlines always have shoddy and corrupt bagging staff…Anyway, sir, do we need to get accounting's app…Sir?"

Hmmn…He eyed the dead phone…

Lois still trying to peek at the quarry…Uh-oh…His view through the bulkhead revealed Walthrop and the others eyeing her…

"So Kent and Lane in hot pursuit of us?..." Kolchak grinned… "Nice…Always enjoy seeing that blowhard Perry White move a little closer to that fatal coronary…And after the Planet gets the bills for this little excursion…And finds out they've kept two leading reporters on a little special interest piece…"

"Karl…" Margaret, reprovingly… Then smile… "But it is exciting…Are they really following after us?...Both of them?..."

"If Lane, then Kent has been the history…We're the hot item at INS, sweetheart…Or rather, your boy there is…And the Planet's panties are in a bind over his big story…Well, and here I was thinking I'd be bored on this trip…" satisfied grin…

"They'll likely be a pain, chasing us all over…" Will frowned… "Still, it will serve them right…"

"Don't you think this story is worth following, William?..." Margaret, a hair disappointed…

"It's a polite way of getting us out of the public eye, love…Though I will admit I am a bit intrigued by Ms. Helm and her fate…"

"I think it's romantic and mysterious…It should be just up your alleys…" she eyed the two men(?) seated across from her…

"Yeah, I'm a sucker for romance…" Kolchak noted, calmly…Smile…

A smile that turned perhaps just a hair sad as Margaret turned back to a Walthrop, engaged in watching for further signs of their pursuers…

Hmmn…Thought for sure the Planet would've put them in First with us…He noted…

"Well, White was always a cheap bastard…" Karl shrugged…

"Nice to see ya made it to the trenches, boss…" Lois grinned at Clark who'd crept up to her… "I was beginning to think you'd opted for the stately reclining posture of an old fudd editor…"

"Lois, I came to get you…There's no need for you to be up here…They've already spotted you…Us…" hasty correction as she glared…

"Not a…" she began, with frown…Which redoubled on seeing Kolchak now openly smiling at her…Quick friendly wave…

"Damn it, he's spotted you, you stupid oaf!...Eh, great…Just great…Well, come on…" she hissed, fuming, heading back for her seat…

"Sorry…" he whispered with shrug, following…

"Might've known you'd blow my cover, farmboy…" she glared, harsh whisper…

"Sorry…" he repeated, sighing…

"Wonder what the poor people are doing back in coach…?" Kolchak teased…To Margaret's reproving look…

Karl…

"Well, whatever you say, Will, if the two most famous Planet reporters are following us, there must be quite a story here…" she noted, firmly…

"They're just trying to catch a rising star, sweetheart…" Karl shook his head… "I doubt they've any idea what we're about…"

"Agreed…" William nodded… "I wonder if it's best just to go back and tell them and see if they'll give up the nonsense and leave us be…I'm not sure I want the bother of having them fussing round us all the time…"

"Oh…Come on, Walthrop…" Karl grinned… "Don't deprive me and Margaret of a little fun seeing Lois make eyes at you while Kent stumbles round after her…"

"You think she likes you, Will?..." Margaret, trying to be casual…Somewhat urgent tone…

"Me?...Lois Lane?...Please…I'm just a steppin' stone on the career path to her…" William rolled eyes…

"She is rather pretty…" Margaret, archly…

"If she's half the reporter she's trumped up to be, it's Karl who holds her fascination…" he noted…

"I do reel them in, don't I?..." Kolchak grinned…

"Though even the great Kolchak should beware that maneater…She'll pick everything she can on journalism out of your brain and leave you bleedin' on the pavement, Karl…And having been there…" Will noted, with sigh…

"Oh…" Margaret, frowning… "That's hardly gentlemanly, Will…She seems a very nice girl…When we met at that reception three months we talked and talked and got on…What?..." she eyed the two regarding her…

"Maggie…Lois Lane doesn't engage in chit chat without a goal of ferretting out anything she can…She was pumpin' you…" Will noted…

"I know that…I'm not a fool, Will…" she frowned… "But she was nice about it…And I didn't tell her a thing…Given you two never tell me anything…"

"Only because we treasure our Maggie's innocent nature…" Karl smiled…

"Ditto…" Will nodded…

"Just for that I ought to hook up with her and divide this one between us…" Margaret shook head… "You two…You'd think sometimes I was some sort of other-worldly creature who needed to be protected from a harsh world…"

"Our blood-and-guts Iron Maggie?...Never…" Will teased…

"I only wish we could…" Karl noted, rather wistfully…

"So, what do you want to do now?..." Clark eyed Lois, who'd taken her seat beside him…Still glaring…

"Try to get a little sleep and forget this fiasco…" she glared…

"Sounds good…I'll keep a lookout for the first watch…"

"You do that…" sarcastic tone…Lean back… "And don't play the movie too loud…" she put on a mask, covering her eyes…

"So she left you bleeding on the pavement?..." Margaret, clever look at Will…Taking advantage of Karl's combination bathroom and peer at the competition jaunt…

"Lois?..." William, innocently…

"You know who I mean…" reproving tone… "That one…"

"Which what?..." he asked…

"Fine, don't talk about her…" she shook head… "But one day you'll have to either face her or forget her, Will…And I don't mean to butt, but…I don't like to see you spending your whole life refusing to make the choice…"

"Well, if there had been a choice to be made…And such a person as you insist on believing in…I would say it's hers to make, not mine…"

"She might love you and not realized it when you were together…Nothing ventured…" she eyed him…

"It's not the gain I fear but a permanent loss…But love…" wan smile… "Lets leave it to the Fates, eh?...I promise when she shows up on my porch step, I'll make sure you get a telegram…"

"I'd prefer not to spend my life waiting for one…" she said, quietly…Hard stare…