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Lois Lane (reporterlois) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-02-13 22:04:00

Entry tags:

clark kent/superman, lois lane (movie)

Who: Clark Kent. Lois Lane.
What: You know what. THE TALK. The one they should've had in Superman 2 if he hadn't wiped her memories, and the one they should've had in Superman Returns, but didn't.
Where: London. Some nice little restaurant down the street from Lois' apartment. I don't know, that's Clark's description.
When: 6 pm. One week after Apocalypse was defeated.

Lois was running late.

It wasn't her fault, of course. She'd meant to leave early, go home, change, and make it to the restaurant a little early. But there'd been problems in the newsroom. The network had been down and the editors hadn't gotten copies of all the articles they needed. Then some political bigwig had decided to hold a press conference right at 5, which meant it didn't get started until at least 5:10, and it dragged on and on.

Lois had been required to stay, for some reason she couldn't fathom, and usually, she would've been the first one to volunteer to stay late. But now she was chomping at the bit. Her editor kept shooting her odd looks, it wasn't common for Lois Lane to want to get out of the newsroom. Finally, the press conference ended, and Lois practically ran out.

Her flat wasn't all that far from the newsroom, but it would take awhile in traffic. She considered walking home, that might be faster. Even in high heels. But who was she kidding? She wouldn't make it in time, even if she didn't go home to change.

Lois knew Clark didn't like cell phones, but she felt silly trying to get Superman's attention just for this. Dialing Clark's number on her cell phone as she rushed out of the building, Lois hailed a taxi. One happened to be dropping someone off and she hurried to claim it. As she was climbing in, Clark's phone went to voicemail. Great. "Clark, it's Lois. I'm going to be a little late. We had some problems in the newsroom and... well, you know how it is." Lois paused to give the driver directions. "I should be there, I should only be a few minutes late. Five. Maybe ten. I'll see you soon."

She closed her phone and glanced at her watch. It was pretty close to 6 already. She really hoped Clark got the message then. The last thing he needed was thinking she'd stood him up.

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nosecretid
2008-02-14 03:37 pm UTC (link)

He was there and had fumbled with his phone when he heard the call, but dropped it, skidded it across the restaurant, caught it up and pressed receive... just as it went to voice mail. He sighed as he waited for it to cycle through, and as he waited for Lois.

Late, again.

He was sure she was coming. She would not blow this off, right?

Right.

He thought.

He looked down at their table, where a small box sat, and he was not sure what to do, finally putting it in a suit jacket.

He had to do this right, figure this out.

Why was it that he had no clue what to do?

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reporterlois
2008-02-14 08:17 pm UTC (link)

She sort of hoped Clark hadn't answered his phone because he was out saving the world or rescuing a cat out of a tree or something. Maybe he wasn't already at the restaurant. Maybe he wasn't already waiting. She looked at her watch for the 10th time in 30 seconds, willing the horrible traffic to lighten up. Why couldn't she have superspeed?

Lois thought of calling him again, but if he was out saving the world, he wouldn't be able to answer yet. Or maybe her voicemail hadn't gotten through or his phone was turned off. Finally, traffic lightened enough so that her driver could zoom past a slow-moving car and get her half a block away from the restaurant. She hurriedly paid him and dashed out of the taxi and into the restaurant. She was only 7 minutes late. 7 minutes wasn't bad. Trying to control her breathing, she scanned the restaurant for Clark as she was approached by the hostess.

That's when she found out Clark was already here. Out of all the times he showed up late to things because he was saving someone, this was the one time he was on time and she was late. As the hostess led her back to the table, Lois had the sudden urge to check her hair and makeup one more time, but it was too late for that now.

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	nosecretid 2008-02-15 01:15 am UTC (link)
	He stood and smiled, seeing her, relieved. She was here, and okay! His x-ray vision flashed and he sighed in relief as he saw she was uninjured. Just work, then. Good. "Hello, Lois. Good to see you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	reporterlois 2008-02-15 01:25 am UTC (link)
	"Hi, Clark." She offered a somewhat crooked, apologetic smile as she was seated. "I'm sorry. We got held up at work and it was one problem after another with the network and then the last minute press conference..." she trailed off, trying to catch her breath. "I hope you haven't been waiting long." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nosecretid 2008-02-15 01:33 am UTC (link)
	He smiled wryly. "It's okay, Lois. You don't have to explain. I understand. Problems delaying someone is something I am familiar with." There was a wry lift to his eyebrows as he poured her water from a carafe. "Rest. No need to hurry tonight. It's all okay." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)