All the usual disclaimers apply. Lois McMaster Bujold's "A Civil
Campaign" helped idea-wise. It's a continuation of "Man of Steel
Bars," because the original script had Clark give a letter to Lois, not
Clark had just taken the unread goodbye note off Lois' desk and put it
in his pocket...
"Hey, wait a minute! I didn't even get a chance to read it. What did it
say?" Lois asked.
"I guess you'll never know," Clark stated quietly.
Lois pondered this missed opportunity for a moment and decided it
wasn't fair. After all, he'd given her the letter once and it was
*hers*. She deserved to read what he had intended to say when he was
still planning on leaving her life for good.
A mischievous smile stole slowly over her face as she turned to face
her partner. If she could manage to distract him sufficiently, it would
be easy to steal the letter out of his pocket. Once she had it in her
possession, reading it wouldn't take very long. She pondered her idea
for a moment and reflected that it was a *really* good thing that she
knew how to pick pockets. 'How can I get that note,' she wondered.
She sauntered over to Clark and touched his arm lightly. "Clark," she
said seductively, "I'm sooo glad you decided to stay; I would have
missed you terribly." She favored him with a sudden up-glance
guaranteed to turn his knees to jelly.
Clark looked at Lois in shock. Her attitude had completely changed in a
manner of minutes. If he didn't know better, he'd think that she was
trying to seduce him. He saw her face come closer to his, and knew that
something he'd dreamed of for so long was about to happen. Lois was
going to kiss him--and he had no intention of resisting.
Lois smiled slowly, seductively, before pulling his head down to kiss
him. She put as much passion as she dared into the kiss and felt him
begin to respond. As Clark began to kiss her back, Lois ran one hand
around to his pocket and removed the letter. She held it behind her
back and let him kiss her a few moments longer before breaking the kiss
and walking back over to her desk.
She waited there for a few minutes before heading to the restroom with
the letter clutched tightly in her hand. There she could be alone to
read the all-important note. She walked into a stall and latched it
behind her. She would not be interrupted now. She opened the letter and
began to read.
I'm sorry, but I have to leave
Metropolis. What I told you before about going to Smallville isn't
true; I really don't know where I'm going. Please believe me when I say
that I don't want to leave you.
Lois, before I leave, I want you to
know that I love you. I have loved you from the moment I saw you in
Perry's office. I know that you probably want to know the real reason
that I have to leave. Here's my answer: I am Superman. If I stay, I put
the entire city in danger. More importantly, I put *you* in danger. I
can't stand the thought of somehow hurting you. So I'm leaving. I love
Lois looked at the letter in shock. She had known that he was attracted
to her, but this! She pondered the contents of the note again. He had
borne his soul to her--this letter was more than honest; it was brutal.
She now held in her hands the means to destroy his life and the lives
of his parents. she wondered to herself.
She began to think of the 'distraction' she had used to get the letter
from Clark. She smiled, walked out of the bathroom and over to her
partner, best friend, and possibly even more. "Clark," she said
quietly, laying her hand on his arm, "We have to talk..."
Clark turned to face Lois. "About what?" he asked softly.
'What can I say to him?' she thought frantically. After all, he
*had* taken the letter back and she wasn't suppose to have read
it. She smiled suddenly. She had it! "About this," Lois
said huskily, leaning over to kiss him again.
Clark put his arms carefully around her, his skin tingling from the
contact with hers. This was something that he didn't expect; Lois
was the love of his life, but he was sure that she didn't feel the same
way about him. 'I'm wrong,' he thought, 'Maybe she does love me.'
Lois molded her body against his, knowing that soon enough she would
have to tell him that she had read his letter and of her feelings
toward him. She brushed her tongue against his closed lips, requesting
entrance as she ran her free hand up his neck and into his hair.
Clark opened his mouth, granting her access and began to tentatively
explore her mouth in turn.
As they came up for air, Lois looked at Clark and said, "Clark, I have
a confession to make." She looked up at him shyly. Lois was not sure
she really wanted to tell him the truth, but she knew that it was the
right thing to do. "I--took your letter, Clark," she said
quietly. "I read it, and I want you to know that, well, I think I
love you too."
Clark looked at her in shock. 'So, that's what the first kiss was
about!' he thought. Lois thought she loved him.
Him! Clark Kent. For a moment, he didn't know what to make
of this development; then he decided not to care. "Would you like to go
to dinner Friday night?" he asked softly.
Lois looked up at Clark and gave him a dazzling smile. "Yes," she said
simply and laced her fingers through his.