By Mr. D8A <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Submitted February 2000
Summary: Superman is faced with a tough decision.
This is what happens when you get the stomach flu and are up until all hours of the night, suffering from sleep deprivation.
But it is a short, somewhat amusing story that would not have seen the light of day if I was not so stubborn and didn't believe that someone out there would appreciate it.
Please don't hold this story against me.
Public humiliation is not wanted. Make it private.
Standing atop a smaller than average skyscraper, Murry Brown leaned back and with a heartfelt bellow called for Superman. Seconds later, the Man of Steel arrived, prepared for the worst. As soon as he saw that it was his 'agent' and that there was no apparent emergency, his face changed from concern to annoyance.
"Murry, you have got to stop doing that! What if I had been handling a real emergency? I should leave right…"
"Jeez Supes, your really busting my hump here! Is it my fault you don't have a pager?"
"Okay. Now that you have my attention, what do you want?"
"I know you're really tight with Lois Lane and all, so I'd like it if you could do me a favor. I was approached by some movie producers that have taken a shine to Ms. Lane's photogenic personality. They would like her to be the next Bond woman in their next James Bond movie, 'The Girl With The Golden Lock Pick'. Do you think you could ask her and see what she thinks?"
Clark just stood there, dumbfounded. The first thing that came to mind was what Lois had told him on his first day of working 'for' her.
"And one other thing. You're not working with me. You're working for me. I call the shots. I ask the questions. You are the low man. I am top banana and that's the way I like it. Comprende?"
He still regretted his reaction to her attitude. It didn't go very far in showing how much he really liked her.
And recently, with their encounter with the Lakes, and coming to terms with their desires for each other and her understanding that the women in the Bond movies "…were hood ornaments", he had only one thing to say.
He turned to Murry and stated in no uncertain terms, "Not even if you threatened me with Kryptonite."
And with that took off into the sunset.