|Lois Lane; Intrepid Reporter (thatlanewit) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-03-01 23:26:00
|Entry tags:||clark kent/superman, lois lane|
WHO: Lois and Clark
WHERE: around Lawrence
RATING: PG-13ish for probably violence because stakeouts never go smoothly for the two of them.
After months of looking into the mayor of Lawrence and his multiple shady business practices, Lois was certain that they would finally have the evidence to nail his ass to the ground. Or at least they would if they could manage to keep up with the henchman carrying the mayor’s briefcase and whatever was inside of it. She had her hunches--ranging from illegal funds to substances--but unless they got a decent photograph of the man and what was inside the damn case, all of the running around she’d been doing would be for nought. And like hell was she going to let news this juicy escape from her--their (she really needed to get better about including Clark)--clutches just because the street was full of people and maneuvering through the crowds was a headache.
Her partner had to give her some added advantages, right? Even if technically he probably shouldn’t use any of those senses of his out and about where anyone could see them. That only really mattered with the flying and strength though, right? No one should be able to notice heightened sight or hearing.
She cursed as the light changed to green, cars speeding by creating another obstacle to following the man for a few moments. She weaved through the crowd, forgetting for a moment that she wasn’t tracking the man on her own as she tried to glimpse the man’s back over the sea of bodies and the moving cars. Lois didn’t doubt that Clark would be able to keep up with her and if for some reason they were separated she didn’t doubt for a moment that he’d be able to pinpoint her location within seconds of realizing she wasn’t next to him anymore.
When she had first agreed to partner up with him it had been to get their editor off her back and finally allow her back out on the streets again to investigate real stories, but even Lois had to acknowledge that a small part of her had agreed in order to alleviate a little of the guilt she had been feeling over having been shot all those months ago. How many times had Clark brought it up that she needed to be careful, that she needed to find that line she wouldn’t cross and stick to it? And how many times had she ignored his advice and barreled onwards without any regard to her own life before that fateful afternoon? Maybe she wasn’t ready to find that line yet or even certain how far she would push herself in order to get the latest scoop, but she did feel like she’d marked off at least one point for herself in the careful column by agreeing to Clark working with her. Or maybe it would only make her more reckless. Only time would tell.
“Tell me we didn’t lose him because someone can’t leap tall buildings right now,” she grumbled, watching the cars zip by and hoping for a break in the traffic so she could dash across the street before the man was completely lost in the crowd.