From Lois to Clark 
By Cristina <crisdccks@hotmail.com> 
Rated: G 
Submitted: November 2003

I wrote this story last Christmas, but, who knows why 
<g>, I never sent it to the archive. When I reread it 
a couple of weeks ago, I decided to make some 
changes. It turned out what I wanted was a complete 
make over, so I didn't do it. Maybe some day I will, 
but for now, I've only made a couple of small 
changes.

As usual, I'd like to thank Tricia, because this 
story,, just like the rest of my stories, wouldn't be 
the same without her help.. You're a great BR!!! 
(though that's probably no secret to you?). Also, a 
big thank you to the FOLCs who read this on Zoomway's 
MBs for the nice comments.

Diclaimer: You all know this, but as a reminder, I 
don't own the characters . They're property of DC 
comics and December 3rd productions.




FROM LOIS TO CLARK

It was very early on Christmas morning when Lois woke 
up. With a brief glance at the street, she realized 
it was still dark outside. Trying to make as little 
noise as she could, she reached for the doorknob and 
opened the door slightly, before heading downstairs. 
Once she reached the living room, she walked towards 
the Christmas tree and simply stared at it for a few 
minutes. Then, opening a drawer, she pulled out a 
notepad and a pen and began to write. When she was 
finished, she tore the page from the pad, folded it 
neatly and placed it in an envelope on which she 
wrote: `To Clark. Love, Lois'. Holding it carefully 
so she wouldn't smudge the writing, she placed it 
atop his presents.

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A few hours later, with the sun already high in the 
skies of Metropolis, Clark Kent woke to find his 
wife's side of the bed empty. Getting out of bed, he 
grabbed his robe and left to see where Lois was. It 
didn't take him long to find her, cuddled up in the 
couch, still asleep. He sat beside her and kissed her 
softly as he stroked her cheek. "Merry Christmas, 
honey," he said.

Slowly opening her eyes, she looked up at him and 
smiled. "Merry Christmas to you, too."

As she sat up, he asked her, "What were you doing 
sleeping on the couch?" And then, wearing one of 
those smiles that would always make her melt, he 
added, "Are you that tired of sharing a bed with me?"

With a grin that matched his, she replied, "Never. I 
just couldn't sleep, and I had to finish your 
present, so I came down."

"Finish my present? You made me something?"

"Not exactly. I've had your present for weeks. You 
can't imagine how hard keeping it a secret has been! 
But I felt there was something else I needed to share 
with you." With that, she stood up, reached for the 
envelope and gave it to him.

"You wrote me a letter?" he asked, with a puzzled 
expression on his face.

Her only reply was a sheepish grin, one she'd learnt 
from him.

Half teasing, half serious, he told her, "You're not 
leaving me, are you?"

She softly brushed her lips to his. "No, silly. Just 
read it."

He then opened the envelope and began going through 
her letter.

<<By now, you're probably more than wondering what 
this is all about. Well, I was looking back over the 
last few years, amazing myself at how my Christmas 
Days have changed. It's funny how, as you grow up, 
the things that mattered to you as a kid disappear 
from your list of priorities. Thinking about that 
excitement you felt on Christmas Eve, going to bed 
and staring at the dark surroundings for what felt 
like ages because you were far too nervous and 
excited to fall asleep. But with the passing of the 
years, the magic of the season began to fade. At 
first, the prospect of getting presents was enough to 
make you long for Christmas. Later, even that wasn't 
enough.

<<When I was a teenager, I found myself hoping for 
the holidays to come soon, months beforehand, naively 
wishing the spirit they generated among most people 
would reach my family and that I would be part of all 
that. But year after year, the anticipation grew 
weaker. As December came nearer, I would fall asleep 
wishing it was January already. My mood became 
unbearable for those around me. Hard to believe, 
isn't it? I couldn't even stand myself, though I'd 
never admit it.

<<The year before I met you, I woke up on Christmas 
morning wondering when it was that my life had become 
so senseless; a simple playing along, living out of 
habit. When was it that everything I had had stopped 
fulfilling me? I questioned myself about my 
priorities, trying to see where I'd gone wrong. I 
don't need to tell you that I was career-centered, 
nor must I remind you that I'd been repeatedly hurt 
and betrayed; but I'd always thought that being a 
reporter was all that I needed to feel complete. 
Chasing down stories, seeing my name on the byline of 
front- page exclusives...dreaming of the Pulitzer. 
And I had all that, yet felt lousy. What did it take 
for me to be happy? I kept thinking how unfair I was, 
how selfish and egocentric, just imagining the 
millions of people who could really define their 
lives as a true hell, yet wore smiles on their faces. 
And all the while, I couldn't even find a single 
reason to grin, surrounded by things they didn't 
allow themselves to even dream of. I was so lost, but 
hid it everyday when I faced the world, the Planet, 
the few friends I had... and, most of all, my family. 
I couldn't let any of them see behind the Mad Dog 
Lane attitude, though, at the time, it was nothing 
but a mere facade.

<<One day, however, this country boy arrived at the 
newsroom. Coming out of nowhere, he somehow made his 
way through my defenses. He taught me how to trust. I 
ignored him quite a bit for sometime, took him for 
granted, but fortunately, one day I realized just how 
amazing he was. He changed my life. And though 
there's no way I can forget what I went through, I'm 
not even sure I want to, I could never thank him 
enough for what he has done for me. I owe him 
everything I am today, from my smile to my attitude. 
He helped me see what those priorities I'd 
misunderstood truly were. Do you think I could ever 
love him enough? I know I'll spend my life trying. >>


Unable to speak, he simply stared at her, seeing in 
her eyes the same emotions he felt in his heart. "How 
ever could I not have fallen in love with you?"

She wiped off the tear that was rolling down his 
cheek with her thumb. "I still find myself wondering 
what I did to get so lucky to meet you."

"All I know is that you've given me the best gift I 
could ask for." And as he spoke those words, he 
reached under her nightgown and caressed her swollen 
belly.

Teasingly, she quickly replied, "So that's all you 
wanted me for, Farmboy? To get me this fat? It's good 
to know. That way I'll feel better when I tell the 
world the kind of man their Superman really is. What 
would they think if they saw you right now, crying? I 
certainly..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, because her husband 
silenced her with the sweetest of kisses. His smile 
then softened further before he spoke again, "Lois, 
you've given me life."

The presents forgotten, the couple embraced and 
allowed their lips to meet once more, both content 
just being in each other's arms. After all, they were 
together; there was a baby on its way... What more 
could Christmas bring?

The end <g>