Lois Lane (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} reporterlois) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-02-13 22:04:00 |
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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.