Lois shuts the door behind her with a sigh, grumbling under her breath about officials using ridiculously transparent tactics to try to avoid having to be interviewed. Not like she doesn't have enough to do without chasing people down on what are supposed to be her off hours. God knows Clark doesn't have enough time to deal with the wedding; that ( Read more... )

Lois had been... okay, not avoiding Clark per se--she wasn't going out of her way to be where he wasn't or anything. A little less present by his side during the day, maybe. She decided to forgo her habit of stealing his coffee, and of sitting on his desk and keeping him from working until he'd agreed to proofread for her ( Read more... )

Lois pulled into the parking lot by the lake, and couldn’t help but smile wryly. She hadn’t been out here all summer-in a couple summers, really. Work just took so much time these days, after all ( Read more... )

It's been a hectic few days, between the weekly-supervillain-attack and the near end of the world descending on the earth. And Perry'd come into town, too--making all of Lois' days far more work-intensive, if only because she now has to put up with his yelling.

(She's thrilled to have him around again, but she'll be tortured before admitting that.)

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( The competing gravities and turbulence and everything made for a sharp couple of jerks... )

( For as long as she lived... )