News Girls Do Fly By Cyad Rated: PG-13 Submitted: November 2002 Disclaimer: These characters are not mine; I just borrowed them for a while...and played with their past sometimes. Thankies: Thanks to all the people on the MBs for their comments. A special thanks to my GE, Erin Klingler, and LabRat. Also thanks to the AFP (French News Agency) and the Bon 2 restaurant for letting me use their establishments as settings for some NGDF's scenes. Note: In this story, Jimmy is a single and foster child, whose mother died in a car crash. He doesn't know about this spy dad of his... Not yet. <> denotes character's consciences pop in and chats. Dedication: To Saskia. Thanks for your amazing and superspeed BR, brainstorming and comments on this. Well, I so wanted it to be finished for your second year results. Still, congrats for it and make it a Happy Bday fanfic then. Well, seems it's gonna be more like a X-mas present fic actually... *** "I'm a genie. I can make all your wishes come true. What do you want?" "Can you revive my loved ones?" (Cyad) *** AFP, French News Agency, Paris (France) "Erin!" "Yes, Chief!?" "In my office...Et que ‡a saute!" "In a minute, Chief!" The petite brunette figure got her note pad and took a deep breath before heading to her editor-in-chief's office. Pierre Blanc wasn't exactly the patient type, but why d'you think he became head of the International News Department? She got her job at the AFP three years ago, after graduating from a French journalism school. She already had a US journalism degree, but that was another story, a story she'd buried deep in the back of her memory four years ago, hoping time would help her to heal and forget. Being a major had allowed her to choose what she thought was best for her. But right now, she missed the daily paper's newsroom she was used to when she took her classes. Being on a story, *live*, meeting people from various worlds and digging through the mud to get info, and a scoop, if necessary. Now all she was doing was collecting, checking, rewriting and giving fresh news to journalists so they had a lead to build a story on. All things considered, Pierre's roar had woken her up from her growing lethargy. "Wanted to see me, Chief?" "Yeah. Erin, you speak a good English, if I remember?" "Well, I grew up in the US and I'm in charge of the American and English speaking countries section..." "Right, right. And you have relatives in the US?" "Well...a cousin. It's been a while since I last saw her but...what's your point?" Erin suspiciously asked. "I've got an assignment for you." "What? In the US? But it's been four years since my last investigative story, and..." "Once an investigative reporter, always an investigative reporter," Pierre teasingly cut her. "Er...yeah! But...what's the scoop?" she wondered. Pierre handed her a pile of telex and various US daily, weekly and monthly newspapers front pages. "A friend of mine at Reuters sent me those. At first I thought he was just playing a late April fool's trick on me, but now..." He sighed. Erin's green and hazelnut eyes went from his face to the papers now scattered all over Pierre's desk. 'Not a bird, not a plane, a guy in spandex,' read the FX magazine cover. 'Superman: Metropolis designated guarding angel,' the Metropolis Star headline explained. 'Krypton flying style,' Fashion Week proposed. "Pierre, you can't be serious!" Erin joked. "This is just a guy trying to draw the media's attention to him. I'm sure he's got some circus attraction to promote or something..." she doubtfully added when suddenly another title caught her attention. It wasn't the title exactly, but the paper it was published in, and the name of the journalist who wrote it: 'a Superman interview, exclusive by Lois Lane.' "Lois..." Erin voiced aloud. "You know the reporter?" Pierre wondered. "Yeah, we went to University together," Erin replied before subtly changing the subject. "So lemme get this straight, you want me to..." "...Go to Metropolis and bring me back photos, plus anything there is to know about this Superman: who's he? Where's he from? Why Metropolis and not Gotham City, London, New York or Paris? What's his deal, etc," Pierre finished. "But...you've got all this explained in the bunch of US newspapers you just showed me!" Erin argued. "I want facts," Pierre shouted back. "Real facts. I want you to go out there and verify the information," he stressed. "But...who's gonna take care of my section while I'm gone?" she asked, a hint of fear in her voice. "Erin, I know you're dedicated, fast learning and hard working...probably the best and more hard working of my people. That's why I want you there. You, and no one else. Do I make myself clear?" he asked. "Crystal clear, sir, and I'm really honored you trust me so much, but still..." "I'll take care of your section, *Tiger*! I used to do it before you were even born," he laughed. "Our travel agency booked you on today's Paris-Metropolis international flight. Here's the ticket. Plane leaves from Roissy-Charles De Gaulle in four hours," he finished, handing her the documents. Erin gasped. It didn't gave her much time to finish her minor work, write a memo for Pierre about it, go back home and pack...not to mention the taxi calling thingy. "Thanks, Chief," she automatically replied before rushing out of his office. *** Erin checked her apartment one last time before closing the door behind her. She headed outside just in time to meet the taxi. She didn't have much luggage: a suitcase, her purse and her reporter bag stuffed with her focused-length camera, e-camera, voice recorder, films, batteries and loads of notepads and pencils. "Roissy-Charles de Gaulle airport, please." "Sure miss." "And..." "I know...step on it, as usual," the driver teased her. "Oh, Jean, I didn't recognize you!" Erin nervously smiled before they both continued their chat. "So, what's you destination today?" "USA," she said. "I thought you never went that far for business," he exclaimed. "Well, things change," Erin stated. "New York?" Jean asked. "Hum...not far..." "Touchy?" "Maybe...hey! Who's the reporter here?!" she joked. "Okay, okay..." "So, how's your family?" Erin went on. *** As the taxi stopped in front of the International Flights Terminal, Erin knew everything there was to know about the driver's family life, from his oldest boy's exam results to the first tooth of his baby girl. "Well, bon voyage, miss!" Jean wished her. "Thanks! And all the best for you," Erin replied as the car took the road back to Paris. *** ~~Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean~~ Erin promised herself after a discrete cross sign. Trains and cars were okay with her. With a little willpower, she could take a boat or a ferry...even a helicopter. Erin mentally stated as memories popped in her mind. she corrected, quickly wiping out a tear. But airplanes had always frightened her. The bunch of papers she'd written on the subject didn't help her fears. She knew it was the safest and fastest way of transportation on earth, but she couldn't help thinking that, if something bad happened up here, there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She would have felt more reassured if she could have seen earth or life-teeming towns underneath. Even the sight of whipped cream look-alike clouds would've worked fine. But this was a night journey and there wasn't much of a landscape to see, so Erin slept most of the flight. She didn't want to be too jetlagged. But from the moment the plane approached Metropolis and started its descent, positioning itself in the landing runway axis, she'd acted like a seven-year- old girl, sticking her nose to the porthole, marveling at every single thing her eyes fell onto. she sighed as the first floodlit buildings shown into New Troy's night. The touchdown and nearly deafening sound of the engine- reversing mode snapped her out of her reverie. As the airhostess finished her speech, all passengers unfastened their seat belts and left the plane to either catch their connection with domestic flights, greet their awaiting relatives, or sketch out a smile as they spotted their name displayed on a board. Erin took a deep breath and headed to the exit, looking for a taxi. After a few seconds, she spotted one and stepped in. The driver was obviously more interested in crosswords than in making a few bucks. She was about to step out, but decided to give it a second thought. The cab was the only one still available at this late hour, and she was too tired to argue. "Ahem!" she loudly coughed. "Hum...?" The taxi driver seemed to awake from a timeless sleep. "Lexor Hotel, please." Slowly folding his newspaper, the driver shot her a 'couldn't have let me finish this' look, and switched on the ignition. "...And step on it will you, darling?" Erin finished with an asserting tone. *** Twenty-five minutes later, the taxi left her in front of the Lexor Hotel. Stepping out, she looked up, trying to figure the building's height. Then, reaching the lobby, she headed to the reception and asked for her room number. "It's on the 30th floor, miss," the receptionist answered Erin's interrogative look. "And how do I..." "Second elevator on your left," the woman kindly explained. "Thanks." Erin thought, while inserting her magnetic key in the electronic lock. Dropping her luggage, purse and coat, she walked to the window and drew the curtains open to stare at the view. She was too sleepy to fully enjoy it. She wasn't the vertigo type, but right now she felt like flying, but also dangerously attracted to the ground. Closing the curtains, she collapsed onto the bed, snoring. The view would have to wait another day. *** ~~The next morning, Daily Planet Building~~ The elevator chimed and the doors opened to reveal Lois and Clark, tenderly kissing, oblivious to their surroundings. Jimmy met them at the end of the stairs leading to the news pool. His discrete cough caused the couple to reluctantly break their kisses. "Lois, CK! How's everything? How did the investigation go last night?" "We're fine, Jimmy," Clark replied. "Except we didn't find a single lead. Even Bobby Big Mouth couldn't give us one!" Lois disappointingly answered. "So Jimmy, anything new on the jewelry store robbery?" she wondered. "Well..." "We need to know what was stolen exactly," Clark completed. "Particular and rare stones or cuts...things like that," he went on as the trio headed to Lois' desk. "Well, gimme ten minutes," Jimmy said, ready to dash off to the archives. Lois sat at her desk, Clark handing her a cup of coffee. "Jimmy! Who's in with Perry?" she suddenly asked. Apart from big bosses, new recruits or...Clark's parents, Perry White was hardly receiving people in his office. "Don't know the name, but it's a stunning brunette, that's for sure!" "Jimmy!" Lois exclaimed while Clark was doing his best not to laugh. "Hey! Ask all the males in the newsroom and you'll get the same comments...except maybe from Clark here. Pretty face, gorgeous eyes matched to a mysterious look, amazing legs...a real glamorous style." Jimmy sighed. "This girl is the personalization of sensuality," he pointed out, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Hum, sounds familiar," Clark said, gazing at Lois. He was taken aback by her answer. "Yeah, same thing here..." she answered, an enigmatic look on her face. "New staff member?" "I don't think so," Jimmy replied. "More the 'I need info, and I'm not gonna leave without it' type. She asked if Perry White was here and headed directly to his office." "Honey, are you all right?" Clark asked, concerned. Lois seemed lost in thoughts. "I'm fine!" she chirped. Then she started making faces at him, tucking her hair behind her ears and tearing at an imaginary earring. Clark seemed to get the message, but as he was ready to eavesdrop, Perry flung his office door open. "Lois! Clark! My office, pronto!" *** "What's up, Perry?" "Clark! Allow me to introduce you to..." "Erin? Erin 'Tiger' Bradford!" Lois stated. "Hey 'Mad Dog' Lane! Or should I say 'Ace'?" "Omigod! It's so good to see you back!" Lois went on, hugging the woman. "How are you? When did you arrive? What are you doing here? Where are you staying? Perry, why didn't you tell me?" she ended, shooting him that 'you know me' look. "Didn't want to spoil the fun!" her editor-in-chief answered with a smile. Clark was completely stunned. He'd never seen Lois act like this. She seemed more open, so free, more passionate than he would ever have imagined. And who was this petite brunette, anyway? Lois seemed to read his mind. She tried to regain some composure as she caught a glimpse of Perry's amused look on her. "I'm fine, thanks. I arrived yesterday night and I'm staying at the Lexor Hotel. My, Lois! You're still the same: babbling mode and spitfire questions!" Erin softly laughed. "Glad to see you haven't lost your punch but, what are you...?" "Doing here? Well I..." "Erin's here on assignment, sent by the French News Agency to investigate on Superman," Perry explained. "Superman?" Lois asked. Feeling Clark's uneasiness, she quickly added, "What about him?" "Well, the Planet seems to have an exclusive with that guy, and Perry, here..." "I showed her some pictures and TV footages. I also told her what we knew, from Superman's first appearance in Metropolis to...your exclusive interview of last week," Perry finished. "But what's your point, Miss Bradford?" Clark popped in. "Well, now that I know about the 'when,' 'how,' and 'why', I'd like to find out Superman's real identity. The suit is obviously just a costume that's only purpose is to draw people's attention so they only focus on the symbol of truth and justice, instead of trying to figure out who the guy that wears it could really be," Erin stated. "You seem to be well aware of the subject," Clark went on. "Yeah," Lois added. "I think Clark and I could use some advice. Tiger?" Lois thought. Erin was staring at Clark. "I don't think I know you..." "Er, Erin, this is Clark Kent, my..." "Partner," Clark completed. "Clark, this is Erin Bradford, my cousin," Lois ended. *** Lois studied Erin's face carefully. A sparkle of sadness and fear passed in her cousin's eyes. The Planet's fiery reporter knew darn well why, so she didn't dwell on the subject. "What d'you want us to do Perry?" "Help Erin whenever she requires it." "But we've got to investigate the jewelry store robbery," Lois argued. "I can work solo. Besides, I've got some things to verify before I really start the investigation," Erin said. "Good! Now that we got a deal, could you just dash out of my office and get back to work? I've got a paper to edit!" Perry shouted. *** Lois, Clark, and Erin headed to the elevator. "T'was so nice to see you again, Lois," her cousin said, hugging her. "Pleasure's mine, Tiger. How long are you staying here? Maybe we could drop in at your hotel some time?" "Anytime! You could tell me more about this 'Savior in a suit'..." "Do you know where to dig in?" Lois asked. "It was a real pleasure to meet you, Clark," Erin said, shaking his extended hand. Then, keeping eye contact with him, and without letting his hand go, answered Lois, "No, but I think I have a lead," she replied, an enigmatic smile on her face. And with that, she took the elevator down and left the building. *** "Hey, Jimmy, you all right?" Lois asked the dreamy-eyed and out-of-space Olsen. She and Clark were back at their desks, wondering about Erin's last statement. "Huh? Yeah! Yeah. I got what you've asked for. All the stolen goods from Metropolis Jewelry Store.... Who's that girl? You know her?" "Actually, it's my cousin Erin. She just arrived from Paris," Lois replied. "Paris? On vacation?" "On assignment. She works for the French News Agency." "She's far away from France.... What's her deal?" "Superman," Lois replied, smiling as she saw a sparkle dancing in Clark's eyes. "Your cousin...seems quite a girl," Jimmy stressed admiringly. "Yep, reminds me of a brunette I know," Clark continued, gently teasing his girlfriend. "Well, we're alike in many ways. Our final year in journalism was the first when they had a tie. Two majors: Erin and I. She's more like a sister to me..." Lois's voice died as she suddenly realized she had an audience. "Lois, it's okay...you don't have to tell us if you don't feel like it," Clark started. "I want to...I mean, obviously Jimmy, here, is interested, and..." "What? No!" Jimmy denied. Then, catching a glimpse of Lois and Clark's dubious looks, continued, "Okay, maybe deep down inside me...but be realistic, she'll go home in what...two weeks? A month maybe? What kind of a future can we have together?" Jimmy wondered aloud, retreating to the archive. *** "He's hooked." "Definitely," Clark echoed. "Where's the Jimmy that asked a girl for her number? The one that used to say 'I'm young, life is short...Carpe Diem with babes'? Listen to him now..." Lois wondered. "Well, here's another thing you and Erin have in common," Clark stated, flashing that gorgeous and incredible smile of his. "What is it?" Lois smiled back at him, curiously. "You're able to sweep a guy off his feet at first sight," he told her seriously, his eyes filled with adoration. "Oh, Clark," Lois whispered before softly tugging at his tie for a tender, brushing kiss. "Truth is, Erin and I drifted apart after..." "Lois, you don't have to do this," Clark stopped her. He knew how hard it was for her to confide in someone when it concerned her personal life. Whatever happened with Erin still seemed to be too much for her to bear. Even if he wanted Lois to know that he'd be there if she was willing to let him share this time of her past, he didn't want to rush her and lose her for pushing his luck too far. "I want to...I want you to know. Jimmy sees you as the big brother he never had so, this could help you...help him understand," Lois told him. "Wanna get out of here?" Clark wondered. "You read my mind! Your place would be good, because I'm gonna need comfort and cuddling at some point..." "I'm all yours...I mean...er..." "I know what you meant, and I really appreciate it," Lois reassured him, secretly blushing at the thought. She slowly sneaked her arm around his waste as they headed to the elevator. *** Lois made herself comfortable on Clark's sofa while he filled two mugs with some hot white tea. He carefully studied Lois. She hadn't said a word in the car, and since they'd arrived, she seemed to take pains clutching her mug while sipping the hot beverage. When he sat down on the couch, she instinctively cuddled closer to him, as if she was seeking refuge in his embrace. "When we were kids, Erin and I used to do everything together," Lois began. "We went to school and college together. Most people thought we were twins, which always annoyed Lucy. Erin's parents had divorced a year before my parents did, and that also drew us closer. She was a single child and I think the situation was even more difficult for her to bear than for me and Lucy. Erin lived in Metropolis with her father...mom's brother. We graduated from the journalism school the same year, which earned us our professional nicknames..." "Mad Dog Lane?" "Yeah, and 'Tiger' for Erin. We then started at the Planet. After a while, Perry used to team us on assignment, and, well..." "Is this why you told me you didn't want a partner when Perry first teamed us?" Clark asked. "Yes...it was bringing back painful memories. Anyway, Erin was dating a reporter and war correspondent from the Metropolis Star, Chris Bradford. They were very much in love and got engaged a week before Perry sent us to the Congo on the arms dealing trade. Erin wasn't really happy to leave Chris behind, and neither was he to let her go...even if he knew it was part of the job, which also made their relationship so special: two reporters working for Metropolis' oldest and well-known rival newspapers, about to get married. We had good laughs with that and..." Her voice cracked. "And?" Clark softly asked, gently cradling her in his arms. "Told you I would need some cuddling," she tried to joke. "Well...the Congo was tough. We were dealing with death on a daily basis and Erin was missing Chris terribly. But she couldn't resist scooping him on this one and that thought prevented her from loosing her sanity. What she didn't know was that Chris had managed to be sent to Congo too. He arrived two weeks after us. Erin and him got married in a mission near Brazzaville. One of the doctors often visited secluded villages by helicopter and, as a wedding gift, he offered the newly weds a ride to Victoria Falls." Lois stopped again, hugging Clark closer as tears threatened to flow. "Chris got killed by rebels in an ambush near the Congo River. He'd told Erin he had a tip to verify, that it could prove big, if real. She'd wanted to go with him but he refused, arguing that it was surely nothing and that she'd be a better help if she stayed with me. But I could tell he didn't want to endanger her life. I knew she'd go anyway. She was too fiery to just drop it. So I suggested the three of us should go." At this point, Lois raised her head, desperately searching Clark's eyes as she went on. "He got killed trying to protect Erin. Shot in the back and in the head. She got badly wounded trying to shield her husband's body. I got hurt trying to tear her away from Chris...Erin didn't want to leave him there. We were with a UNO convoy. I don't even know how we managed to get out of that hell place, but after all these years, I can't help but blame myself for Chris Death." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Lois...it's not your fault; there's nothing to blame you for," Clark told her, caressing her hair. "The three of you knew this was part of the job, and Erin knew perfectly well what she could face when she married a reporter and war correspondent," he finished. He didn't know if he was convincing enough. The story just revived his worst nightmare: not being able to save Lois from an ugly death in time. Still, his argument seemed to work on his girlfriend. She lightly tilted her head as her face curved in a hesitant smile. She was breathtaking. Clark thought. He knew he probably wouldn't have enough of a lifetime to uncover the mystery Lois Lane was made of...but he was willing to give it a try. Lois's answer interrupted his train of thought. "I guess you're right. But I lost Erin after that. Four months later, we went back to Metropolis via Paris, where Erin stayed at her mother's and started a new life. She even had to pass the French journalism exams to be able to work as a French reporter. I'm sure she never healed, and it must be pretty hard for her to come back here," she stated. "What makes you so sure?" Clark asked. "We're alike." "Then, how about paying a visit to your look-a-like cousin?" Clark proposed. Lois leaned forward to tentatively capture his lips. Her move surprised him. At first, it was a soft and tender kiss, which rapidly took a more passionate and intimate turn. "Thank you," Lois murmured against his mouth. Barely aware of his surroundings, Clark seemed to reconnect to the world. "What for?" he whispered. "For being here...for being you," Lois timidly replied, almost afraid of her confession, but staring at him with adoration. Clark's heart melted. "Lois, it's the sweetest thing you've ever told me," he said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a protective embrace. It was amazing how right it felt when she was in his arms. She felt at home. She'd never experienced anything like it before. He had proposed to her a month ago, after Jason Mazik kidnapped his parents. She'd almost died there, but nothing would've stopped her from trying to save them, not even Clark's pleading. She envied him for having such wonderful folks. So they'd kissed as if they would never see each other again, conveying all the love, all the passion, all the feelings they held for each other in this embrace. Then Lois had asked him to freeze her with his breath and take her body to Mazik. As for Clark's proposal...Lois was scared. She didn't feel ready for a life-time commitment. She needed time. she remembered. He was so angry at her that she thought she'd lost him forever. He was acting so cold back then. Then seeing him purposely avoiding her was an everyday torture. Still, after a week, he'd quit being distant and told her he understood, that he was willing to give her all the time and space she needed. Then he'd assured her that his love for her was unconditional and that he'd wait for her, no matter what. She couldn't quite recall what kept her from throwing herself into his arms and telling him he meant the world to her, that she couldn't imagine her life without him. Anyway, they'd agreed not to bring this 'M' issue back in a conversation. Lois was sure her feelings for Clark would never change and could only grow stronger but... she corrected. Lois observed, laughing at her remark, which reminded her of the 'Angel and Spike' duet she played with Clark when they visited Big Buster Williams in jail, to pump him for information. "Since we're levitating, flying to the Lexor Hotel in super class would be nice," she gently teased Clark. "Your wish is my command." *** ~~Lexor Hotel, night, two minutes later~~ Erin looked doubtfully at the door. She hadn't ordered room service and wasn't expecting any visits. "One moment, please," she voiced aloud. Tightening her bathrobe around her, she grabbed her purse and started rummaging through it until she found what she was looking for. Clutching the tiny pepper spray, she cautiously made her way to the door and opened it. "Lois? What are you and..." "*Clark* doing here? We thought you could use some company," Lois went on a little too cheerfully. "Well, it's always nice to see friendly faces, especially when abroad," Erin admitted, stepping aside to let them in, while concealing her spicy weapon in her bathrobe pocket. "Though I thought you two were more of the flying style. Superman, isn't it?" she finished, turning to Clark. Clark wondered. He silently smiled before deciding to play it cool. "I prefer Clark, or Kent, or 'hack from Nowheresville' when I'm out of the suit," he replied. "What d'you need pepper spray for?" he asked, taking her off-guard. "Amazing breath freshener," she joked back, giving tit for tat. "I can't understand the inhabitants of Metropolis didn't figure you out by now," Erin went on. "I mean, a pair of glasses and some hair gel, come on! It took me five minutes to put two and two together. I'm sure Lois cracked you in, what..." "Two years. We decided to create Superman when I found out about Clark's special abilities...right after we started dating," Lois sheepishly admitted. "Two years! Lois, you used to be faster than that!" Erin teased her. "Well, I get real dependant and blind when in..." Lois joked back. She stopped when she felt Clark giving her a gentle pinch on her arm. Looking at him, stunned, she quickly noticed his look and...Erin's. "I..." "Lois really didn't meant to make you uncomfortable by bringing back memories," Clark intervened. "You told him?" Erin stared at Lois in disbelief. Then she reluctantly admitted, "Well, it's only fair considering..." "Erin, you're not mad?" "Well...I only wanted to keep my personal life private but, I guess, if it's all in the family..." "In the family?" Lois and Clark let out. Lois looked at her cousin, stunned. "Earth to flying reporters. You're engaged. You're gonna get married some day, aren't you?" Erin pointed. "Er...it's not that simple," Lois smirked. "Yes, we.... Look at us! We came here to cheer you up and tell you about Jimmy's.... And now we're the one sitting on the psychoanalyst's coach," Clark said in a laugh...and in a Lois's babbling mode style. "Who's Jimmy?" Erin suddenly asked. Lois was about to answer when she caught Clark's 'here's a job for Superman' familiar look. His hand-flying gesture made her last doubts vanish. "Go," she simply said. "But...this could take long and I'd feel a lot better if I could *walk* you home," he started. Erin looked at him, transfixed. The thought hit her like lightning. This caring, this kindness, this protectiveness...the whole demeanor instantly reminded her of Chris. Suddenly, all the events that took place near the Congo River made sense. Erin cursed herself. "She can stay here, no trouble at all," she reassured Clark. "See? I'll be fine, now go!" Lois stressed. As he quickly changed in the suit, ready to dash off, she called after him. "And Clark..." "Yes?" "Be careful," she finished. "You know me," he replied, giving her a light and furtive kiss on the lips. *** "Is he always that overprotective?" Erin wondered, blinking her silent tears away. "Well...yeah! But we're working on it," Lois replied. "So, what about this Jimmy, and why d'you always freak out each time you hear the 'M' word?" "You're nothing but persistent. I don't remember you being that punchy before," Lois eluded. "Don't try to avoid answering me Lois. We went to the same school, and I know all your tricks." "Okay, you win! Jimmy Olsen--Jimmy to us--is the Daily Planet's photographer and the most talented one I know. He could make a good reporter, too, if only Perry let him..." "That's not the subject I'm interested in," Erin cut her. "I know," Lois answered mischievously, "but you'll have to listen to this before I get to the second part of the question." Erin sighed in resignation. "Well, it seems Jimmy fell in love with you the moment he laid eyes on you...which, I think, must've been two seconds after you entered the newsroom this morning. It's really not his style to fall 'head over heels' for a girl. He's more the 'have a taste' kind of guy..." "Oooh! 'Beware women, here comes a playboy'?" Erin joked. Lois knew her tricks, too. Erin often used irony and her incredible sense of humor to hide the scars life had inflicted on her, or to shield her weaknesses, turning it into strength. Lois inwardly smiled before trying another tactic on. "Jimmy's like a brother to us. He's a single child. From what I know, his mother died when he was a kid. As for his father--he 'went for cigarettes'...a nice way to say he left Jimmy's mother. I don't think he ever knew about her pregnancy. I don't even know if the man's still alive. Anyway, he considers Clark as the big brother he never had and I know Clark feels the same way about him. He's always looking after him, one way or another. That's why I told him about Chris. As for Perry, well you know him..." Lois stated. "Yes, I think I get the picture," Erin winked. "What I'm trying to say, is that he's hooked and he's already convinced that you two can't have a future together. I don't want him to suffer, even if he may have a point, so promise me you'll talk to him," Lois pleaded. "You sure you don't work for a matrimonial agency?" her cousin teased. "I know you'll probably never get over Chris' death, and you can tell me to mind my own business but..." "Lois, I'll never love someone the way I loved Chris. He was the one, do you understand?" "That's not what I'm asking you to do. But it's been four years now. I'm sure Chris wouldn't want you to be miserable because of his loss. You're young. You can't possibly be willing to live a lonely life. One day you'll have to move on," Lois pointed. "Would you?" "I beg your pardon?" "Well, it's not likely to happen but, would you move on if Clark dies?" Erin asked her. Life seemed to drain off Lois' face. "I.... Gosh! I didn't realize it was so late! I really should go home now," Lois suddenly said, raising from the sofa and heading to the door. "What's the rush? It's only been ten minutes since Superman left, and Clark told you to wait for him to..." "He always says that...and I never listen!" Lois observed. "Lois Lane! You're not a coward, so don't you dare play the part!" Erin defied her. Lois stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face her cousin, arms folded on her chest. "Are you challenging me?" "No...not yet. But you've still got a question to answer." "I'll answer if you promise me you'll talk to Jimmy." "How about you answer and I'll think about it?" Erin tried. "How about I don't and ask Clark to have a nice little chat with Jimmy?" Lois blackmailed her, raising an eyebrow. "How about you sit down, we order dinner, chocolate cake...and we both spill the beans?" "Chocolate cake? With extra chocolate sauce?" Erin nodded. "What d'you say, 'Mad Dog'?" "Deal!" Lois laughed as Erin dialed the room service number. *** Clark was back from his "duties" earlier than he would have thought. The car accident in Florida was a mess, with many vehicles involved, but it was mostly material damage. A few people were injured, and the paramedics had it under control after Superman cleared the area. Now he was floating outside Erin's window. As much as he loved Lois, she could be so secretive. He silently smiled. Well, he couldn't resist eavesdropping a bit. He observed both cousins. Their resemblance was amazing, but Clark couldn't tear his gaze away from Lois. She was so caring with her cousin. This was a side of her she'd never let him see. He could swear Lois didn't expect Erin's question at all. Her 'always be prepared' instincts had failed her this time. "Would you?" "I beg your pardon?" "Well, it's not likely to happen, but would you move on if Clark died?" Erin had asked her. He'd seen Lois' face pale in shock at the question. He struggled not to whoosh in and hold her tight, but he couldn't resist listening to Lois' answer, so he waited, anxious about her next move. Then she'd bolted upright and rushed to the door, hardly hiding her distress. He then watched, amazed, as both women passed from nearly tears to laughter. "Help, Superman!" The call had become familiar to the superhero, but there were times where Clark just wished he could switch off his super hearing. He sighed before flying off into the night. *** "Hum..." Two sighs of pleasure filled the quietness of the room. "This was very good, you know...I mean, that was..." "Amazing. This was...heaven!" a second voice completed. "Comes naturally, with the right person. Not as good as Clark's but..." "Hey, this isn't something I usually share with anybody..." "I know, and I appreciate that. But you just have to taste Clark's chocolate cake before you went back to Paris. If this one was heaven, his will take you to the moon and back!" Lois assured her cousin. "Literally?" Erin teased. "Could be," Lois blinked. "So, where were we before we ate that tremendous dessert?" "I think you were gonna tell me why you're so frightened of the 'M' word," Erin replied. "No, *you* were gonna tell me about your constant avoidance of a relationship," Lois went on. "I'm not avoiding relationships. I dated a couple of guys after, but..." Her voice faded. "I tried, I really did, but I guess the reason I don't want to throw myself into a relationship is the same that makes you want to run away when a marriage-related subject comes over..." Erin continued. "What! I'm not running away! It's just that..." Lois took a deep breath before staring right at her cousin. "...I'm scared," both women admitted. *** "We're some tough girls, aren't we?" Lois joked. But as Erin didn't seem to recover from her confession, she dropped her joking style, worried. "Erin?" "Look, I'll talk to that Jimmy, but it's gonna be awkward, since I've never met him before. I can picture this: 'Hi, you're Jimmy? Erin Bradford, Lois's cousin. Well, Lois told me you had this crush on me, and she wanted me to talk to you. I'm really touched by your feelings but see, the last man I fell in love with, whom I married, ended kind of murdered so...I don't think we're gonna make it together. Besides, I'm flying back home soon, so how about pretending you never saw me and I don't even exist? By the way, it was nice meeting you.'" Erin's monologue stopped. "Okay, maybe it's better if Clark tells him first..." "Maybe. Now, you owe me an answer!" Erin stated, fixing her green and hazelnut eyes on Lois. "Okay, okay! It's not easy. Don't get me wrong, but I'm scared that if I marry Clark, we'll end up like my parents. I mean, I want this to last forever." "Forever's a long time, and this is not a fairy tale you're living in." "I'm also scared that our marriage ends up like yours. What if one of us gets killed?" Lois said. "Killed? Clark is Superman; nothing can possibly kill him!" "Well, you never know what a psychopath might do with Kryptonite..." "Kryptonite? You mean the stone really exists?" "Positive. Green killing glow from Krypton...and I said 'one of us.' You know I sort of..." "...Jump in first, and think second?" Erin finished. "Yup. Rings a bell?" "Lois, I think you're not asking the right questions here. You told me to move on with my life. I don't promise I will, but I'll give it a try. Now, let me give you some advice: nothing lasts forever--believe me, I know. But it's good while it lasts. So don't waste time in guessing or 'what ifs.' Just enjoy every moment you share with Clark. The guy loves you so much. It shows in the way he looks at you, in the way he treats you, in every gesture and move he makes when he's around you...and obviously you feel the same way about him. What couldn't you possibly face together?" "I don't know...you think I'm foolish?" The phrase was barely an audible whisper. Erin's look softened. "Not foolish, extra careful maybe...but certainly not foolish!" She smiled. "Speaking of togetherness...what could possibly keep Clark so busy? It's been more than an hour now since he left," Lois wondered, worried. *** Superman landed in front of Metropolis' largest jewelry store. It was the second robbery the owner had faced in a week, and Clark could feel the distress in his voice as the man recalled the scene, the same that took place a few days ago. "I was closing the store after making sure all the safes and alarms protecting expensive jewelry masterpieces were either properly closed or on. One of the thieves used a rocket launcher to blow up the main shop window. Then he held me at gun point, threatening me to death if I dared calling the police, while his partner went for the jewels. Which is why I screamed for super help...once they were gone," the owner apologized. "Perfectly understandable," Superman replied. "The strangest thing is that they seemed to focus only on small and low quality jewels. They could have gone for the expensive and renowned ones, but no..." "Small and low quality jewels?" Superman raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "I don't understand. They're taking huge risks, use high range weaponry and heavy logistics, only to steal earrings, rings or necklaces that are not even masterpieces?" he asked. "Exactly! This is beyond common sense," the jeweler finished as the first police cars arrived. *** Lois and Erin looked at each other with puzzled looks as a knock interrupted their conversation. Heading to the door, Erin soon returned with an even more astonished face. "There was no one th...how?" Lois hardly managed not to burst out laughing at the question. Clark was standing beside her in the Superman outfit. Then he spun back into civil clothes. "Okay," Erin recovered, "you got me!" "You just don't usually go to the window when you hear a knock, especially when your room is on the 30th floor," Lois pointed out. "So, what took you an hour?" Lois asked Clark as the three of them sat on the sofa. "Well, first a car crash in Florida. I was not far from the hotel when a robbery occurred in Metropolis largest jewelry store. This is the most interesting part..." "Front page material?" Lois asked, switching to reporting mode. "Maybe. Seems the thieves use big weaponry such as rocket launchers and high-powered rifles. They work in teams, usually waiting for closing time so there are hardly any witnesses." "Clever jewel thieves in Metropolis? Newsflash!" Lois smirked. "Well, there's nothing surprising here. I mean, even in Paris criminals use such technical means to attack banks." Clark turned to Erin. "To attack banks, not jewelry stores," he stressed. "You're right. Usually a gun is enough, especially if you carry out the robbery at night, or closing time," Erin thought aloud. Lois stared at her cousin, then at Clark. "So what's the interesting part?" she finally asked. "Well, it seems they only steal low cut articles instead of going for the expensive masterpieces." "But it doesn't make sense! Why..." "...Would they take such risks? Obviously, they don't want to sell expensive and rare stones on the black market," Erin said. "Are they made of gold?" Lois wondered. "Not only. Yellow, white and pink gold, silver, platinum..." "So they're not likely to melt them into gold bars," she pursued. "I don't get it!" the three of them spoke in unison. "Maybe it's not the gems but the setting they're interested in," Lois supposed. "Maybe they already have high ranking stolen gems, and they just want to dismantle the low quality stones of their newly stolen bounty and replace them with the one they already got in store," she ended. "It'll make their selling easier without raising any suspicions. But there's another thing I don't get," Erin went on. "Why steal rare and at least two-figures carat gems knowing you're gonna have to smash them in a thousand pieces to benefit from this gold mine without the police being aware of it? Why not go to underground dealers specializing in stolen expensive jewelry who can get in touch with billionaires and ready-to-buy-it-at-any-price art collectors in a snap?" she asked. "It's easier to cross borders and get the jewels out of the country?" Clark tried. "But there are easier ways to do that with the right contacts and networks, and without devaluating the merchandise," Lois put up. "Well, it's been a real long day," Erin yawned. "I don't wanna be rude, but I think I'm gonna sleep on it and..." "Oh, we understand..." "I didn't realize it was that late," Lois went on. "Well, see you all tomorrow at the Planet then," Erin said. "At the Planet? But I thought you had things to verify solo?" Clark asked. "That was for my Superman investigation, but now that I know..." She smiled. "Oh...right." "Then, new brainstorming on the robbery, tomorrow, in the conference room," Lois stated. Clark and Lois wished Erin a good night and left the hotel...by the window. *** Once Clark and Lois were gone, Erin unpacked her suitcase and changed into black leather pants and a turtleneck jacket. After she'd left the Planet this afternoon, she'd gone into Suicide Slum to reactivate her old informative networks, and get back in touch with old sources that even Lois didn't know about. A source of hers, knowing she was back in town, had left a message on her bedroom voicemail earlier this evening. "One AM, outside your hotel. Bring your sneak-in suit. Ruby," the message said. she thought. She'd put her mini Maglite, black silk gloves, pick-Lock set, pocket knife and pepper spray in a stylish backpack...without forgetting ropes and snap hooks. Grabbing her cashmere coat, she'd checked her appearance in the mirror and left the bedroom. At 1.00 AM a taxi met her outside the Lexor Hotel. "Come on, Tiger, it's no cocktail party here!" a male voice shouted at her from the passenger seat. "Harr...Ruby?" Erin quickly corrected, instinctively shielding his real name. "Would you please get in, and save the small talks for later?" *** "What is it with you and code names, Harry? I thought you hated it? And what are we doing here anyway?" Erin asked once the taxi left them in front of an abandoned factory near the docks. "We're awaiting our transportation," Harry answered. "Here we are," he continued as a helicopter came out of nowhere. "You'll never change, huh, 'The Gentleman'?" "Hey, beware! I'm wanted by the police under that name!" "But not in this country, am I right?" Erin teased. "So, how are you doing?" Harry went on as they both boarded the helicopter. "I'm fine; a bit tired...but fine. You?" "Better since you're here. It's so good to have you back!" he exclaimed, hugging her and kissing her on the cheeks. "Glad to be back, and it's also good to see you. But dad, it's been a long time since I've done this, and I'm not back in *this* business," Erin pointed out. "You're not?" "Nope. I mean, that was okay to pay the studies but even then it was a bit risky. You know I don't want to loose my press ID on this." "I know and I respect that. Just this one, then," Erin's dad pleaded. "Is it that serious?" "I can't do it alone," he admitted. "Fine, one last coup. So? Where are we going? What's the deal?" "Well, it seems one of Lex Luthor's heir-in-crime, let's call him 'Smarty,' is planning to steal some Kryptonite from STAR Labs. So we're gonna try to 'get the scoop first,' as journalists would say." "We're gonna steal it first, you mean? Are you out of your mind? What d'you think this guy will do once he discovers your trick? He'll come after you and kill you!" Erin shouted. "Sweetie, I appreciate that you care about me so much, but there are lots of people after me already." "Yeah, I know--French police and secret services. You were one of them; you know how they work. But I'm talking psycho killers, and it's the USA here!" Erin objected. "USA, Latin America or Caiman Islands, same dif'! Now, let's go back to what you're interested in. This guy bailed two brothers out of prison and hired them. You know the rest." "The Metropolis robberies? They did it?" Erin asked. "Yep. They're known as the Ace Brothers in the business. Not really smart but efficient, in a brutal kind of way..." "But, what's their deal? I mean, they stole ten-cent jewels.... It's the settings they're after?" "You got that right! The deal is to dismantle the original stones, replace them with Kryptonite and sell them for a penny on a dollar on the mass market," Harry explained. "I knew it was some farfetched thing. How d'you know about this?" "I know guys who know guys..." he enigmatically answered. *** ~~Metropolis, STAR Lab headquarters, night~~ The helicopter dropped them on STAR Labs' roof. Erin and Harry had stayed there for a while, making sure the noise hadn't alarmed the security guards. The zone seemed clear. Erin registered as they both prepared their climbing rope for abseiling. "Wait! How can they sell this on the mass market? I mean, the Planet was the first newspaper in Metropolis to describe Kryptonite as the only 'killing Superman' device." "It doesn't kill him, it weakens him...badly sometimes. Which is why 'Smarty,' an ancient arms dealer who owns emerald mines in Colombia, is going to sell this as a new sort of glowing emerald," Erin's father informed her. "This 'Smarty' doesn't happen to be a friend of yours, by any chance?" Erin jested. "Ex partner," her father confessed. "Secret services?" Her father nodded his agreement. "The dangerous kind." "Thanks for reading me the warning label!" she teased. Then she added, "But Metropolis inhabitants will know it's Kryptonite. I mean, Superman is the city's most famous 'flying resident'!" "Honey, are you naive or what? Apart from Superman, your cousin Lois, and STAR Labs' scientists, only some of the top Metropolis bad guys have seen Kryptonite and really know what it looks like. Most of New Troy average citizens don't even have a clue." "Omigod. We can't let them do this! Superman won't be able to fulfill his duty and..." "Crime will rule the world. Well, it's the worst case scenario. Nightmarish, isn't it?" Ruby joked. "Why would you bother? You make a living out of it!" his daughter replied. "Erin! You're hurting me! I'm an artist compared to some others. I work solo, I never use a gun, never kill people, I hate violence. I only relieve rich and corrupted people. All of that without leaving any traces...apart from my professional card. You know how this works; we used to be a darn good team at it when you were a teen!" "Yes, I'm Arsene Lupin's daughter...or should I say Robin Hood's?" she chuckled. "Not quite. I don't give to the poor...not always. I mean, even artists have to earn a living," he replied. "Those new criminals are business killers." "So, that's all this is about? Saving Superman so he can take care of your competitors while you're *working*?" Erin wondered. "Hey, it's a cruel world. But don't get me wrong, I like the guy. Can you imagine how easy this job would be if I could fly?" "Where did you say the Kryptonite safe was?" Erin asked. "Two floors down, fifth window on your left." "What shall I do?" she wondered. "Well, you cut the window. Here are the diamond stone cutter and the suction grips. Then, you enter Dr Klein's lab. Use the grips to 'walk on the ceiling'. They have infrared movement detection beams on the floor," he quickly went on as she shot him an angry look. "The Kryptonite safe stands opposite the door, two meters on your right once you're in. It only opens after Klein's fingerprints, vocals and iris have been checked out, in that order." "Sooo?" Erin suspiciously asked. "Put these lenses on. Make sure to use this fingerprinted tab once you're in and...here." "What is this?" Erin wondered, clutching what seemed to be a mint spray. "Altering voice spray. Come on, it won't hurt you and it only lasts thirty minutes," her father argued. "Where did you get those? Forget it, I don't even wanna know!" Erin replied as she swallowed the liquid Harry sprayed at her. "You only have 30 minutes, and you also need to use the voice, fingerprints and eye-scanning thingy to close the safe once you're done. One more thing: I'm covering you and backing you up if needed." "As usual. So it's still one tug for 'pull me up' and two for 'cut the rope and dash off, I'm in trouble'?" "Exactly. And sweetie?" "Don't call me that," Erin replied with a deep voice. "Don't forget to smile," he teased her as she started climbing down the building. *** After 29 minutes of waiting and watching, Harry wondered what could keep Erin down there. Then he felt a tug on the rope and he quickly rewound the cable, relieved as his daughter emerged and unclasped her snap hooks. "I was beginning to fear you'd lost your touch," her father welcomed her, packing the 'sneak-in material' in Erin's back pack. He froze when he noticed his daughter's sullen face. "What's wrong? The safe was empty?" "A security guard almost caught me, kind of slowed me down. Here's the Kryptonite," she said, handing him a leaded suitcase. "Still, what was this guard doing here? I thought they only shifted guards at two AM?" "I know you're jetlagged and all but, *it is* two AM hon'," Harry stated. They both stared at each other. "Omigod! Let's get out of here!" "When's transportation due?" Erin asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "The helicopter is not coming back," Harry said, fumbling into his own shoulder bag, getting two rolled windbreakers with loads of straps out of it. "What?! And just what are we supposed to do? Use the Batmobile?" "Well, not exactly. These are pocket-sized motorized parachutes," her father explained. "Excuse me?" "I don't have time for summer courses. Just put this on, jump and pull both straps. Use them as directional devices. The engine will turn on automatically," he urged her. "I'll meet you back at your hotel. Welcome back to Metropolis *pet*!" And with that, he jumped off the building. Erin glared at his shadowy form. "You elderly people! You can be so childish!" Erin sighed as she quickly imitated her father's gesture, letting the darkness of the night engulf her. *** ~~Lexor Hotel, three AM~~ Erin dropped her hotel magnetic key on the bedside table. Taking off her coat and clothes, she suddenly froze as the popping of a champagne cap surprised her. She turned to face her father, comfortably sitting on the couch, raising a glass at her. "Dad? How..." "Don't ask!" he silenced her. "Don't tell," she shot back. "What's the champagne for?" "We got the Kryptonite first and therefore saved Blue Suit Guy's butt before safely returning home. I say we celebrate!" Harry observed. "I landed at Metropolis International Airport twenty-eight hours ago. I'm jetlagged, I didn't sleep in 48 hours, but I still managed to perform a first class robbery. I say I go get some well deserved rest!" Erin mocked him. "Have champagne first. It's a sweet dreams bringer, plus there's one last favor I'd like to ask you," her father tried. Erin glanced at him, aware of the seriousness of his tone. Taking the glass, she sipped some champagne. "What is it?" she inquired. He handed her the leaded suitcase. "I'd like you to take care of this. Keep it locked somewhere safe, smash it, burn it, I don't care." "Dad, I can't do that..." "Erin, you're the only one I can possibly trust on this. I don't want 'Smarty' or any of his guys to come near it, and I don't want to have this if they find me..." "Daddy, they won't find you. I didn't sign..." "He'll know it's me. Do it for me, and please be careful sweetie," he told her, barely hiding his concern for her. "Dad, you're scaring me." "Hey! I can take care of myself! As a matter of fact, I've got a private jet flying me to a secret island of mine in...forty minutes now," he noticed, checking his watch. Erin sat herself down as his last statement sank in. She took her champagne glass again and finished it. Then, raising up, she paced the room, uneasy. "When will I see you again?" she finally asked. "Soon, I'll promise. I'll let you know," he softly replied, giving her a bear hug. "When will you stop playing runaway, dad? You'll always be a fugitive with this job of yours..." "I'm not the civil servant type. Besides, you hate everyday routines, too, don't you?" he teased her. "It's not me I'm talking about right now. I don't want you to get killed." "I won't, trust me," he told her, kissing her forehead. "I really must go now. I'm proud of you, Erin..." he started. Aware of his uneasiness, she flashed him an encouraging smile. "I love you, too, daddy," she replied, hugging him. He sighed in relief before releasing her and heading to the door. Opening it, he slowly turned at her, thoughtful. "You sure you don't wanna change your career?" he playfully offered. "Go!" she giggled. Then she called after him, "Dad!!" "Yes?" he hopefully asked. "Enjoy your flight." *** ~~Lois's apartment, Carter Avenue, 4.00 AM~~ It was a little after 4.00 AM when Henderson's phone call had woken up Lois. Carefully listening to the detective, she rapidly thanked him before hanging up and dialing Clark's number. When he didn't answer by the fifth ring, she started to get worried. Then his sleepy voice greeted her. "Hello?" "Clark? I just had a call from detective Henderson. It seems something happened at STAR Labs. Clark? Do you hear me?" she wondered when he didn't replied. "Always, sweetheart." She hung up and slowly turned as a gust of air played with her hair. "Clark! You almost scared me!" she confessed in an icy-cold tone. "What happened?" "Well, I thought Superman would already be there.... Seems two guys broke into Dr Klein's safe at STAR Labs and stole Kryptonite. Could you just tell me why one of STAR Lab's top scientists was keeping Kryptonite in a safe?" she went on, losing her temper. "You called me at 4.15 AM to make a scene?" "Yes! No. But I need an explanation. Why didn't you tell me about this?" "Lois, Dr Klein is my doctor. I mean, Superman's doctor..." "That still doesn't explain the Kryptonite," she pointed out. "Dr Klein's trying to find a vaccine using infinitesimal parts of Kryptonite..." "Parts of Kryptonite? Clark! What were you thinking! Willingly getting around this glowing stuff should be the last thing you should do!" Lois exploded. "Honey, Dr Klein is using it as a radiation therapy; maybe it's worth trying. I mean, if he succeeds, this stone won't be a problem anymore," he argued. "Well, right now it's a problem 'cause your dear Dr Klein hasn't any Kryptonite to help you, considering his only samples have mysteriously vanished and are probably taking a Metropolis Villain's Headquarters by-night tour now," Lois babbled, unaware of the silent tears running down her cheeks. Clark gently cupped her face in his palm, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "Lois, what's the matter?" he softly asked. She obstinately remained silent, hoping Clark would drop it or leave without asking questions. He didn't. "I don't want to lose you. I don't want any harm done to you only because a wacko wants to test his newly designed Kryptonite toy on you..." she started. "It wouldn't be the first time. We'll find them and we'll stop them, like we did last time," Clark reassured her. "And how would we do that if the bad guys use some green rock to keep Superman out of sight? You spoke about radiation as a therapy. What if they're already using it against you without you being aware of it? When Al Capone and his gang came back to life, and I thought you were dead, I blamed myself. Not only because you got killed trying to protect me, but because I'd denied my feelings for you for so long. It ached so much to realize...I'd lost the only man that meant everything to me. I don't want to live that a second time. I'd rather die than..." This time, he silenced her with a kiss. Surprised at his gesture, Lois quickly melted against him, her will and mind temporarily shut off. "You were saying?" Clark asked a rather unsteady Lois. "I...wow! Er..." Clearing her throat, she replied, "Henderson will meet us at the Planet at 9 AM." "Lo-is!" Lovingly gazing back at Clark, she stepped closer to him in an almost erotic way. Then, pulling his head closer to hers, she whispered, her lips almost touching his, "What's the matter, Farmboy? Can't read in between the lines?" She locked eyes with Clark before granting him with a deep and passionate kiss that set his world on fire. Then, gently kissing his bottom lips, she matter-of-factly told him, "I love you, Clark Kent. Was I too obvious?" "I'm not sure I got that right. Could you, er, *explain* it to me again?" he teased. She gladly obliged. *** ~~Daily Planet, 10.00 AM~~ Lois was furiously typing on her keyboard. Henderson should have met her and Clark an hour ago, but there was still no sign of him in the newsroom. She was furious. Every time the elevator chimed, they both turned to see who would come out of it, and usually went back to their task, waiting for the next 'ding' to be heard. As time passed by, Clark began to worry, rocking back and forth in his chair. Lois has asked him to have an Erin-focused chat with Jimmy. After they did, the Planet's photographer had locked himself in the archive, arguing he had some research stuff to do. Clark mentally noticed. Still engrossed in her work, Lois suddenly stopped. "Perry, I don't need someone watching my back while I'm working," she started. "Well, nice to see you, too, Ms Lane...Mr Kent." "Detective Henderson," Clark replied, quickly getting up, reaching Lois' desk. "Hey, guys! Ready for a brainstorming session? I brought some croissants," a cheery voice interrupted. "Erin, hi!" Lois greeted her. "I don't think I know you..." "Erin Bradford, a French journalist who happens to be my cousin," Lois explained to Henderson. "Erin, this is detective Henderson, from Metropolis PD." A shadow clouded Erin's face, but it instantly vanished. "Delighted," she replied, extending her hand. "Lois! CK!" "Jimmy, we're talking..." Lois tried. "Well, maybe you should consider using the conference room," he joked. "I've got Dr Klein's lab security videotape...you know, the one you asked for an hour ago. A friend of mine at STAR Labs just sent it to me. And Lois, I've got some news for..." The words died on his lips as he spotted Erin and Henderson. The young woman seemed unable to tear her gaze away from him. He could feel a silent plea in it, a silent plea mixed with a feeling he thought he'd never find there. And then he knew exactly what he had to do. "So, what can you tell us about STAR Labs' robbery, detective?" Clark asked. "Well..." he suspiciously eyed Erin. "I wanted to show you the photos taken by Dr Klein's own video surveillance system, but obviously you already have them. Did you know the burglars escaped thanks to parachutes?" "Parachutes?" Lois wondered. "Yeah, at least that's what the security guard told us." Henderson shoved a manila envelope onto Lois's desk. She opened it, carefully examining the pictures with Clark behind her. They both stared at each other before handing them to Erin. She studied the photos, speechless. "Okay, Miss Bradford, can you tell us what you were doing...I mean, where were you this morning at...say...two AM?" Henderson wondered. Erin looked at him uneasily. "I was..." "She was with me," Jimmy cut her. "What?!" Erin, Lois, and Clark exclaimed, turning their heads in unison to face Jimmy. "Well, I know you wanted to keep this private, honey," Jimmy went on, drawing Erin closer to him, "but this is an emergency," he finished. "Play my game," he whispered in her ear. She stared back at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and sparkling with... Jimmy silently prayed. "I guess you're right," she said, taking Jimmy's hand and kissing his lips lightly. "But don't expect me to tell him what I was doing there." She knowingly smiled. "Really? Why not?" he wondered. "Because...because..." she blushed. Sustaining Jimmy's look, she stepped closer to him, tilted her head and kissed him softly. He responded timidly at first, but soon got carried away as Erin slowly explored his mouth. He slipped an arm around her waist, holding her tight. she cursed herself, abruptly breaking the kiss. All thinking had ceased the moment Jimmy's arm had enveloped her. It felt so right, so perfect. Defenseless, she'd felt her body instinctively adjust and melt to Jimmy's. It was crazy...scary...gosh, this was unbelievable. Erin admonished herself. Sensing her hesitation, Jimmy tilted her chin with his free hand. Then, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, he gently cupped her face before capturing her lips, oblivious to the people around him. Erin's world was spinning faster and faster. The only tangible thing was Jimmy's mouth on hers. she thought, clinging to his shoulders in an effort to regain some equilibrium. she inwardly smiled. Henderson cleared his throat, embarrassed. Forehead to forehead, gasping for air, the couple finally seemed to notice the audience. "Well, seems you have a twin in town, Miss Bradford," he said, retreating to the elevators. "I know. Her name's Lois Lane!" she replied, running a hand through her tangled hair. *** "Geez! I thought this detective would never leave!" Jimmy sighed. Erin gazed back at him, startled. "I didn't mean..." "Nice to meet you, too, Jimmy," she joked. Then, she seriously added, "Thank you. I know it sounds banal, but I think I'll never be able to repay you..." "You already did," he tenderly replied, causing her face to turn purple red. "Yeah, nice performance, you two, you should try the Actor's Studio," Lois teased them. "Who told you we were pretending?" Erin replied in the same playful tone. Clark glanced at Lois, who nodded her agreement. "Jimmy! Erin! I think we need to talk. Conference room, now!" Clark intimated them. *** "You knew Erin was on those pictures?" Lois asked Jimmy while closing the conference room door behind her. "That's what I was about to tell you," he simply replied. "So Erin? How come you were at STAR Labs last night?" Clark wondered. "Industrial tourism?" she tried. "Drop your joking tone," Lois warned her. "I wanted to tell you during the brainstorming..." "Well, we'll never know now," her cousin pointed out. "We trusted you, Erin," Clark told her. "Look, you've every right to be mad at me. But believe me you got it all wrong! Okay, I had a good reason to steal the Kryptonite. As a matter of fact, I still have it." "Could you say that again?" Clark challenged her. "It's safely hidden. A source of mine told me an ancient arms dealer, who happens to own most of Colombia's emerald mines, had bailed the Ace Brothers out of prison. 'Smarty' is behind Metropolis' robberies. He was planning to use the stolen jewels as settings for Kryptonite...selling it as a new kind of glowing emerald on the mass market," she finished. "I knew it!" Lois started. "Soon everyone in the country would have bought them, and would be wearing them, and..." "Preventing Superman from saving people or arresting criminals," Clark completed. "What about the 'Gentleman'?" Jimmy wondered. "Who?" Lois and Clark chirped. "The Gentleman! Come on, guys! Don't tell me you don't remember this high-class robber! His MO is all over the STAR Labs sneak in! He's the Robin Hood kind, never killing people, never using violence. Only acting at night, sneaking in and out the most guarded buildings without leaving any traces...except for a professional card sometimes. He's wanted in almost every European country!" Jimmy explained them. "Oh, I remember!" Lois recalled. "Didn't he work for secret services or something?" "He did. But he quit after his ex-partner told his boss he was a triple agent, working for the KGB and the Mossad...which, of course, was all false," Erin replied. "Wh...how do you know all this?" Clark wondered. "Well...it's my father we're talking about." *** Silence momentary filled the newsroom. Jimmy recovered first. "You...your...your father?" "Don't look so shocked. You all know I wasn't watching the Flintstones reruns last night and 'the Gentleman' is a little too old to perform this kind of robbery. He's good at logistics but..." "He still jumped off a building with a parachute..." Jimmy cut her off. He instantly regretted his harsh tone, for he felt Erin closing up in a blink, draping herself in irony. "Well, he always was young at heart!" "You never told me you had a crook as a father," Lois let out, upset. Lois's last remark hurt, but Erin purposely ignored it. "Well...if I had, I also should also have told you that I was his partner in crime back then." "What??" "He wasn't doing the robberies solo in his golden age. I was also part of the team, and you might know how the Press ID commission gets freaky when it comes to journalist wannabe's judicial past." She turned to Lois. "I really wanted to tell you at University, but it could have lead to dad's arrest. As for me, journalism was my life, so I played low profile and never told anyone about my extra curricular activities," Erin admitted. "Okay...I thought Clark was the king of lame excuses, but you've definitely beaten him!" Lois sarcastically told her cousin. "Lois, I'm sorry. But I didn't expect somebody to discover the truth. I was really cautious." "Yeah, sounds familiar," the Planet reporter replied, doe- eying Clark. As the tension didn't seem willing to leave the room, Erin spoke again, heading to the door. "Maybe I should leave now. See you all later." "Erin, wait. It doesn't really matter. I mean, you had your reasons and we don't have the right to judge what you did in the past. It's your life," Jimmy told her in an attempt to smooth things out. "Past and present," she pointed out. "I don't think this Henderson guy will drop it. I don't know why, but I think he wants me behind bars." "You robbed STAR Labs for a good reason, and we'll make sure Henderson gets no grip on you," Clark reassured her. Then he heard Lois's warning cough and realized too late that Jimmy was here. "What good reason?" Jimmy asked. "Superman." "Lois? Can I talk to you?" Clark cut her off, while dragging her in the far corner of the conference room. "Are you gonna tell Jimmy about...you-know-who?" Lois wondered. "Well, I trust Jimmy like..." "A brother. I know. Jimmy feels the same way about you." "Maybe I should consider telling him about my abilities. It would make things easier for the four of us. And I could quit pretending Clark and Superman are two different people when he's around. I mean Jimmy's part of our team, too," Clark said. "Okay, then. Jimmy! Jimmy? Mothership to Jimmy?" Lois said, waving a hand before the young man's face. Jimmy and Erin were staring at each other with mooning eyes. While Lois and Clark's short 'debriefing,' he'd told her about his chat with Clark. Erin had let him know about Lois's indiscretion. He'd seemed startled at first, but considering what she'd gone through, and his previous philosophy of relationships... Life with Erin held a lot of promises and, for the first Time, Jimmy Olsen, the newsroom playboy--or at least, that's the public image he wanted to show--was experiencing the fear of losing someone he was already sure he couldn't live without. the young photographer thought, reluctantly breaking eye-contact with Erin. "Jimmy?!" Clark tried. "CK?" "Can I talk to you for a sec?" They both let out. As Lois and Erin cautiously headed to the door, Clark called after them. "Lois, please stay." "I'd rather not..." Jimmy started. "Look, we understand this is a man-to-man talk, so..." Erin cautiously stepped out. "Clark, everything's gonna be okay," she told him, lightly squeezing his hand. "Besides, Erin and I also need to talk. Don't you think so, Erin?" "We do?" "Definitely," Lois replied, dragging her out of the conference room. *** "Lois! Could you quit mothering me for at least five minutes?" Erin shrugged. "What is going on between you and Jimmy?" "Er...do you want me to spill it out here? Or do you prefer another overcrowded place?" "Okay." Lois calmed down. "It's almost noon. I suggest we go to the nearest Starbucks, buy some take out, and we can finish our discussion in Centennial Park while debriefing on this Kryptonite thing," she finished. "How about your Uncle Mike's restaurant? Does it still exist?" "Sure it does, you silly! And wait 'til you taste..." "His amazing Chocolate Bliss?! Aww...what are we waiting for?" Erin asked, rushing to the elevator. "Lois! Erin! Where d'you think you're going?" Perry shouted. "I've got a strong lead for my...er...investigation," Erin started with a convincing tone. "Yep, plus I've got to see Bobby Bigmouth and Dr Klein. The guys who stole STAR Labs' Kryptonite might be related to the Metropolis Jewels robberies," Lois lied. "Okay, then, just bring me a headline!" Perry told them. he silently wondered, before getting back into his office. *** ~~Mike's restaurant, Suicide Slum~~ "Lois playing hookie! I thought I'd never see this!" Erin teased her as they both entered Mike's restaurant. "Hey! I can have fun, too, you know!" "My, oh my! Tiger, is that you?" a voice interrupted them. "Mike!!" Erin shouted, throwing herself into his arms for a bear hug. "It's been a long time! You look good!" "You bet! How's everything, Erin? Pimpernel and you are back to old times?" "Not quite. This is an emergency visit," Erin admitted. Turning to his niece, he couldn't help but denote that unmistakable sparkle in her eyes. "I see," he replied, his tone suddenly serious. "Well, have a seat. I'll be right back," he mumbled, retreating to the kitchen. "I get worried when he gets that tone," Lois told her cousin. They were both having a hard time not rushing to the kitchen in anticipation. They knew what Mike was up to. The 'emergency visit' was Lois's, Erin's, and Mike's key words when both cousins where working as partners for the Daily Planet and that they needed comfort, or advice, or to spill their guts out after a hard day of work. "The conventional treatment recommended by Dr Mike when 'emergency visits' are paid to his restaurant is...Chocolate Bliss," Mike went on, with a theatrical pose, as he revealed a big chocolate cake from under a silver dome. At Erin's and Lois' total lack of reaction, he pursued, "But you ladies seem to be in a big emergency state, so extra chocolate sauce won't hurt you." He put the cake on the table and, making a spoon hole in it, he slowly poured hot melted chocolate in it. "Here you go," he finished with a grin, leaving them as more clients enter the restaurant. "So, what is exactly going on between you and Jimmy?" Lois asked once Mike was out of sight. "Honestly, I really don't know," Erin admitted. She had the feeling Lois wouldn't let her get away so easily. Her cousin proved her right. "You thought I would be satisfied with a 'no answer' type answer?" Lois argued. "Do you think I'm galactically stupid?" "Well, I never would have thought for a second I could fall for Jimmy. I mean..." "Wait a minute. 'Fall for Jimmy'? What about your icy-cold rejection speech?" Lois wondered. "When I saw Jimmy, I just...this was.... I know it doesn't make sense, but it was...yes, I guess it's love at first sight. He's just so kind and caring.... And he didn't freak out after I told you guys about my extra-curricular activities. That's a plus." "And that makes him Mr. Right?" "Look who's talking!! Lois, I really don't get you sometimes. You wanted me to talk to Jimmy. Well, I did, in a way. I even told him about our little chat in that short space of time." "What?!" Lois choked. "And he didn't even bother. True, Clark telling him about my matrimonial past surely helped but...I don't know. The way he looks at me, the way he holds me... and the way he kisses..." "My! It's even better than chocolate!" "Speaking of.... Your cake--you gonna finish it?" Lois asked, eying the cake like a starving cat would a mouse. Erin pushed her plate towards Lois before stopping at mid table. "Yes! But please, have a bite." *** ~~Daily Planet, conference room~~ While the chocolate addict cousins were enjoying their cake at Mike's, Clark's resolution to tell Jimmy about him being Superman had gradually vanished as the Planet's photographer told the mild-mannered reporter about his Erin dilemma. Their 'man-to-man' talk had changed into a 'listening to Jimmy's psycho babble' one. Clark was disappointed at first, but now he couldn't help but feel a certain form of empathy for Jimmy. Olsen, as Perry called him, was experiencing the same things he had with Lois. Clark thought as Jimmy's next question came out. His thirst for advise on the 'heart' field suddenly seemed impossible to quench. *** Both cousins exited Mike's restaurant two hours later. "I had a fantastic time. We should do this more often." Erin grinned. "What? Playing hookie?" "No! Chocolate cake and girl-to-girl talks!" "Well, I wonder what I'll tell Perry..." "Why tell him? You could ask your Bobby Bigmouth if he's got tips on this Smarty guy while I try to get some more information on him." "You think your father might get in trouble?" Lois asked. "That's what he thought. If Smarty finds him, or gets to him through me, he's dead." "What about you?" "Same thing. But Dad should be safe by now. Besides, he knows how Smarty works," Erin tried to reassure herself. her conscience popped in. "Still, I'll feel better if I could find out who this guy really is and stop him before he gets his hands on us." "Don't worry about it. We're on your side. If anything happens, just scream for help, okay?" "Lois, I don't need a nanny. I never had one!" Erin cheered up. "I'm worried about you, that's all." "And I'm worried about Jimmy. You wanna do something for me? Make sure nothing happens to him." "Erin, you're beginning to scare me." "Lois, these guys are no angels, believe me. It could be a good thing if you stayed at Clark's for a while." "I totally agree with her on this point," a voice interrupted. Lois jumped when she felt an arm smoothly clasping her shoulder. "Thanks, Clark," Erin replied. "Clark? What are you...?" "Warehouse on fire near the docks," he explained. "Oh." "And don't you worry about Jimmy," he told Erin. "He'll be fine, trust me." "You, on the other hand, should consider finding another place to stay at. The Lexor Hotel is much too obvious," Lois pointed out. "I can take care of myself. Just be careful, okay?" "I'll see to it," Clark assured her. "Really?" Lois wondered. "I can hardly wait," she finished, leaving him speechless. "See you tomorrow then," Erin stated. "I've got some research to do." "Why don't you come with us to the Planet? Jimmy could help you. He's a real nerd when it comes to computers and finding the info you can't get," Lois pointed out. "Tempting, but this isn't any ordinary research. Besides, I have my own leads," Erin replied while waving at a cab. Then, aware of Lois dubious look, she hastily added, "I really appreciate it, Lois, but this is personal." The Planet's hottest team watched as the taxi departed. *** ~~Lexor Hotel, afternoon~~ The elevator chimed as its doors opened, revealing the hall of the 30th floor. Erin stepped cautiously out, scanning at her left, then her right. No one. Her room was at the end of the actually deserted corridor. The thick and sound- muffling carpet didn't make her job easy. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax as she headed to her room. When the door refused to open, blinking a red light at her, all her burglar senses woke up, sending silent alarm messages to her...until she realized she'd inserted her magnetic key the wrong way. She let out a sigh of relief as she carefully opened the door. she thought. Stepping inside, she froze, contemplating her bedroom. It was turned completely upside-down, as if a tornado had just passed through it. The bed clothes and pillows were discarded, the feathers making the floor look like a snowflake-covered winter soil. Her luggage were open, and so were the closet's wooden doors and drawers. Her reporter bag was gone and her clothes were scattered on the floor. She checked her safe...all empty. The climbing rope along with her sneak-in suit and accessories had also vanished. Then she saw it, her stuffed black wolf with a party hat--a relic from her childhood that had followed her everywhere-- playing hanging man with her climbing rope, entwitted with the electric cables of the bedroom ceiling light. "Tiloo!" she gasped in a childish voice while setting the toy free. Holding it close to her heart, she suddenly caught glimpse of the phone's blinking light. She pressed the 'play' button and listened to the messages. "Erin, this is Jimmy. Er...well, Lois told me about your research stuff. I know it's personal, but if you need help just call. I'll be at Clark's." It was his way to tell her not to worry about him. But she could tell by his tone that he was worried enough for two. She gripped Tiloo tighter as the second message went on. "Hey, Gentleman. It's been a while. You know what I want, don't you? Well, I'll track you down until I find it. Let the party begin. Oh...one more thing: watch your back." The voice was deep but smooth, really calm with a light tone, like the one you use to great an old friend you lost touch with years ago. Erin shivered. The third message was from her father. "The martini's fine. No olives...perfect." she sighed, relieved to learn he was safe and unreachable in his retreat. "Okay, Smarty. You wanna play tough? I'll be prepared. But you're the one who'd better watch his back 'cause once I'm through with this research, you're a dead man," she voiced aloud. Her courage back to 150 per cent, she took the elevator down to the lobby. There, she went directly to the receptionist. "Good evening, miss. What can I do for you?" "I'm Erin Bradford, room 3019. I left some valuables in the hotel safe when I arrived. I'd like to have them back." "Sure. This way please," the woman replied, leading her to a simple wooden door. Stepping aside, Erin followed her as she went downstairs to what seemed a wall covered with letterboxes. "Here you go, miss, safe 3019. I'll wait upstairs. Just give me the keys back when you're done." Erin waited until her 'guide' was out of sight to open the safe. She withdrew the small leaded case and carefully opened it to make sure the Kryptonite was still there. she inwardly smiled. Then she closed the safe and went out, doing as instructed by the receptionist, before heading to the cashier desk. "Can I help you, miss?" "Yes. I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Could you prepare my bill, please?" "Sure. I just need your key back," the man explained. "Of course," Erin replied, handing him the squared plastic card. *** ~~Planet, newsroom~~ "I really don't get why she didn't want to come with us. I mean, research supplies are much handier here." Lois heavily sighed. "Lois, honey, she told you it was a personal thing," Clark reminded her. "But she's family. She's got friends here, and..." "You never give up, do you?" Clark smiled. "Look, I know you wanted to help her, but do you always tell your partner about the investigation you're working on? I recall you working solo sometimes, especially when it was 'family' related." "I don't know what you're talking about," Lois stubbornly said. "Well, for example, take your friend Sally at Menken's gym or your uncle Mike or..." "All right! You win!" she laughed, her hands up in a surrendering gesture. "How's Jimmy taking it?" "Same way you did, only I think he understands why she did this. He even called her and told her he'll stay at my place." "You eavesdropped on Jimmy?" "Well..." "Clark!!" "You looked as worried as Erin, so I just..." he went on, brushing his ear. "I'm glad you did," Lois replied, her eyes filled with warmth. *** The taxi left her in a deserted alley a block away from a old and abandoned hotel whose ghostly shape looked more like a gigantic dumpster...as did the whole area: homeless, cardboards, rummaged dust bins, empty bottles, and rats everywhere. Holding her wolf, Erin headed to the building, mentally registering every face she saw, every detail her eyes caught. The last owner who'd turned the hotel into apartments had died 12 years ago. she ironically wondered, pushing the old metal framed door. She went directly upstairs to apartment nine, where her father and her used to live when she was a kid. Harry never sold it. she remembered, closing the door behind her. She took the porcelain doorknob in her hand, slightly twisting it to the right, revealing a tiny calculator. She punched a few buttons, heard the familiar 'click' and put the porcelain cap back in its place. Heading to the dressing room, she shut the door and turned the light on, twice. The whole room moved, slowly going down, before coming to a stop. Erin shut the light off and exited the impromptu lift. The secret room was still there, intact. "Okay then, research mode!" she said, turning a computer on. she wondered, looking at what seemed like an old radio. Curious, she turned it on. "Unit 2 we have a 214 in sector 5!" "Unit 2, we're there in 5 minutes." Taking a closer look to the radio, she eventually found tiny labels with 17, 18, 15 and a few Greeks signs she was familiar with. Coming back to the computer, she connected and sneaked through restricted security sites, sites usually only spies or hackers had access too. She launched a search using her dad's login name and password--on the French national security site, as well as on the CIA and NSA ones-and she even tried the Mossad, narrowing it to the ten last years. Then she checked with Harry's story in the secret services. She knew most of her dad's code names and assumed identities. But Smarty was more difficult to nail. After two hours, she wasn't getting anywhere. She took the GSM, secured the line and punched a few numbers. "Allo?" a voice answered. "Denis? Hey, man, Erin here." "Erin! Long time no see! Qu'est-ce que tu deviens ma belle?" "Well, still a journalist at the AFP. And you, still in the Intelligence Service?" "Non, I'm in the DST now! Qu'est-ce qui t'amenes?" "I've got a favor to ask." "And I thought you just wanted to hear my sexy voice." "That too," she joked. "You're too kind. Okay, shoot!" "D'you remember the civil name of dad's operation partner?" "The one who falsely accused him and made him 'personna non gratta' in France tu veux dire?" "Ouais. Didn't he have the English nationality?" "No, American...but it's gonna take some time. D'you have a fax or a secured line number I could call you at?" "Well, I'm at the base. Still got the number?" "Sure! Okay, give me 30 minutes, 45 max." *** Erin was flipping through the printed papers from her Net search while waiting for Denis's phone call. Flipping through fake names was more appropriate. "James Osbourne, Australia." "Olivier Juteau, France." "Jurgen Oppenheimer, Germany." "Henry Neveu, France." "Nigel Hutchinson, England." "Hans Neuring, Germany." Erin mentally exclaimed. She barely heard the phone ring. "Erin?" "Denis? Alors. Whatcha got? I know the initials are J.O or O.J..." "First guess is right. The name is Jack Olsen, American. Worked for the CIA, infiltrated KGB agent...Erin? T'es toujours la?" "Qu'est-ce. What did you say the name was?" "Olsen. Jack Olsen." "Er...I..." Erin choked. "Does he...is he married? Does he have kids? Where does he live?" "No current address. Was married once, left his wife after eight months. She died a few years after, leaving a son..." her mind shouted. "Erin, what's up?" "He may be after dad...and me. So I wanted to be prepared, that's all. Merci pour tout Denis," she replied. "Je t'en prie voyons. It was the least I could do. See you in Paris then!" "Sure. Bye!" *** The news sank in Erin's mind. she wondered. her conscience proposed. her inner voice argued. *** Erin ordered herself. Ignoring the teasing tone of her inner voice, Erin went on. Erin sighed. she mentally replied with another heavy sigh. *** ~~Clark's apartment, evening~~ Clark and Lois were having dinner when someone knocked furiously at the door. They both look at each other, startled. 'It's Jimmy," Clark answered Lois interrogative look before finishing his glass of red wine. "It's open, Jimmy!" Lois shouted, amused at Clark's pleading eyes. "What?" she asked. "I thought we could have a quiet little dinner..." "Only dinner?" Lois seductively asked. "Well, yeah!" Clark replied with a grin. "What did you have in mind, Ms Lane?" "Hum...spicy..." "How did you guys know it was me?" Jimmy interrupted, joining them in the kitchen. Lois murmured so that only Clark could hear her. "It was just a guess," they both hastily answered. Jimmy was only half convinced, but he had other preoccupations on his mind. "Did you talk to Erin lately?" he abruptly asked. "No. But I know how she gets when in research mode," Lois started. "Is there something wrong?" Clark wondered. "Well, I...there's something I wanted to discuss with her and I just thought a dinner out would be a good start so I went to her hotel. Seems she asked for her bill and left." "What?" Lois gasped. "The best part is that her room was completely devastated-- a real mess you know; discarded clothes, bed and couch..." His voice trailed off. "And now you're worried about her?" Clark softly completed. "Yes." "I'm sure she's okay," Lois tried. Just then the phone rang. Clark went to the living room and picked it up. "Hello?" "Clark? This is..." "Erin! There's someone here who's worried sick about you," Clark informed her. "Can I talk to him?" "Sure! Hold on." He handed the receiver to Jimmy and joined Lois back in the kitchen. *** "Don't you dare eavesdrop on them, Clark Kent!" she teased him. "Lois! How could you possibly say that!" he replied. "I was just wondering..." "And what will you do to stop me?" "Well, I could start with this," she said, resting a hand on his chest and kissing him lightly on the lips. "I see," he replied in a fake, unconvincing tone. "But considering your *iron* willpower, I might as well do this." Her hand moved slowly down from his chest, caressing his hips before sneaking around his waste. Melting against him, she kissed him more firmly, her tongue softly teasing his bottom lip. "Lois..." he moaned. "How am I doing so far?" "A little too good," he managed, taking both her hands in his in an effort to slow things down. "Look, Jimmy just hung up. Don't you think we should make sure he's okay before..." But Lois didn't seem willing to stop. Instead, she drew his hands around her waist, entwined her fingers behind Clark's neck, drawing his face closer to hers. "CK!" "This guy sure has great timing." Lois smiled while reluctantly pulling away. "Lois..." "Jimmy," she replied with a nervous giggle. "Er...I just wanted you guys to know that I'll be with Erin...and that I don't need you to come with me or follow me like bodyguards, even if she asked you too," he informed them. "Is she all right?" Lois asked. "She's fine. There's just something she wants to tell me in private." He grinned, a smile stretching from one ear to the other. "Jimmy, you sure?" Clark tried. "I'll be okay," Jimmy cut him off. "And if I ever get in trouble, I'll just scream for Superman. See ya!" And with that, he dashed out of the apartment. Clark was stunned. But, giving it a second thought, he just laughed. "Clark...Clark! What's so funny?" Lois enquired. "Well, I hope everyone doesn't see Superman as a life preserver like Jimmy just did," he choked out. "You're in trouble, just scream for Superman. Sounds like a doctor's order," he added. "Well, as your personal doctor, I'll prescribe some relaxation," Lois said, stepping closer to him and leaning in for a kiss. "That would mean flying." "Among other things," she pointed out while capturing his lips again. *** He was so relieved to see her that he almost ran to her. She held out a hand and stopped him at mid distance. "Don't, Jimmy. Just listen to me." "Erin? What's wrong?" "It's not really easy.... I did a research on Smarty this afternoon. I wanted to learn a bit more about the guy: his real name, where he lived, if he had family in Metropolis or in the US...things like that," she started. "And you didn't find a thing. Why didn't you call me sooner? I would have been delighted to help you." "I found all the information I was looking for...and more," she stated. "You did? Wow! Maybe you should give me courses!" he admirably stressed. "Maybe." "That's why you wanted to see me?" "Yes." "I don't understand. What's with the 'not easy' part?" "Well...Smarty is an infiltrated KGB agent working for the CIA...or the other way around. This guy is so used to wearing masks that I couldn't really tell," Erin started. "But he's in Metropolis right now?" "Can't tell either. He's an American citizen, but he has no current address in the US." "What? No relatives, no parents, no wife...no kids?" "A son." "He has a son? Great! We'll pay him a visit tomorrow morning!" Jimmy replied, ecstatic. "Precisely. Wait. We? What's with the 'we' stuff?" "Well, like in 'you, me, Lois and Clark,'" Jimmy stated. "Look, I told you it was personal. There's another reason why I'll definitively work solo on this one." "What do you mean?" "Smarty's civilian name is Jack Olsen," she tried. "Jack O..." "Your father. That's why I wanted to see you," she pursued.