By NostalgiaKick <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Submitted May 2016
Summary: The parallels between Lois’ friendship with Molly and his own don’t escape Clark.
Story Size: 367 words (2Kb as text)
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Disclaimer: All recognisable characters etc. are property of DC Comics, Warner Bros and December 3rd Productions. I don’t own any of them and I’m doing this purely for amusement.
Author’s note: This is set at the end of Operation Blackout. The similarities between Lois, Molly and Ryan and Lois, Luthor and Clark always interested me. #27 in the At First Sight series.
This story is the 27th part of the “At First Sight” series. Please visit the Series Guide for links to all the stories in the series.
The more I find out about Lois’s past, the more I understand why she can be so insecure.
It seems like she’s left a trail of broken friendships behind her, and to be fair it hasn’t all been her fault.
I know she can be a great friend. Our friendship proves it.
Her relationship with Molly Flynn had several painful parallels with our own friendship.
A man came between them and drove them apart, a man who ultimately turned out to be evil, even though Molly didn’t want to believe it.
Watching Lois and Molly’s relationship was like getting a glimpse into the future- or rather, what the future would have been like if Lex Luthor hadn’t died.
Just this time, Lois played my part and Molly played Lois’s.
If Luthor hadn’t died, I can picture Lois and I ending up just like Lois and Molly. Even if we hadn’t finally found the proof we needed to bring him down, I never would’ve given up trying to get her to see the truth about Luthor. What warnings I gave her before the wedding had already set up her hackles against me; would further warnings have gotten through to her? Or would they have just turned our friendship into something rancorous? Would we have drifted apart, like Lois and Molly?
I think so.
Luthor certainly would’ve encouraged it.
It’s almost amusing, in its own strange way- how history repeats itself.
But it’s over. Luthor’s gone, and Lois and I are the best of friends. I shouldn’t dwell on what might have been. It’s a moot point anyway- after all, Luthor is dead.
I prefer to concentrate on what might still be.