053 ♕ [dictated]

[loisfuckinglane]

[  lois lane's always been the one to want to spread the news first.  get the big headline.  steal the scoop.  

but in this case, she's been in no hurry to spread the story.  somehow it makes it all too real to talk about it, so she's tried coming to terms on her own before steeling herself to let the public in on her pain.  she figures that way, maybe plenty of people will have already noticed and dealt with it on their own terms, if it meant something to them.

but she has to put it out there, to let herself finally try to move forward.  the isolation of her now empty nest in town - no son, no husband, not even conner, just the dogs and her, is getting to be too much. ]

I don't know who's heard or not by now, but I know there's some people who might not have noticed since Clark & I moved out to town, but...

[ a deep breath ]    He's gone.  My husband, Clark -- Superman -- finally went home.

[ it doesn't seem like enough to say, so she finds herself spilling out more. ]   It's funny...  I think he'd sort of started to think he was just as immune to getting sent home as he is to.... almost everything else.  Four years starts to make you wonder, I suppose.  

I know he felt the same way I do, though.  That leaving before we find a way to get everyone back home, or solve the mystery of this place, seems so much like abandoning everyone.  Even if it's not by choice.

Smallville's never been big on giving up.  And I'm not either.  So I guess--

I just wanted to say that I still feel like we'll find a way some day.  In spite of everything.

We're all going to go home in peace eventually.  

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[onlyanapple]

[Wow. After his conversation with Lana, too]

Huh. Thought he was always going to be a permanent fixture.

[He'd rather not discuss going home, or the possibility thereof. He's made himself a life here, and is far more content in his skin than he was before he was brought here]

Some of us kicking and screaming, I imagine.

Dictated

[save_the_souls]

[he pauses before replying to this. Clark is a name that's been around for so long..they were never really close, but he always knew the guy was here]

[Though he won't give apologies, that makes it sound too final]

Of course we will.

I know I'm not giving up either.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ oh right, there are some people who are paradisa cheerleaders, and other people who are dead back home, and sometimes in moments like this, she forgets... all that. ]

We'll at least all have the choice to, I mean. Not be held here against our will anymore, I suppose, for potentially sinister purposes.

[loisfuckinglane]

You're one of those people who would require a personality transplant to ever be a quitter, Allen.

[save_the_souls]

[he chuckles]

You might be right. This place tried that once actually, but it didn't take.

[imnot_likeyou]

[ .... holy shit.

Sam doesn't actually say that though -- his brain/mouth filter worked better than that, but ... damn.]

I'm sorry, Lois.

[cheerupemoborg]

[He'd had his suspicions. Now, here's the proof.

This changes things.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ there's the words she was dreading. ]

You shouldn't be. It's better this way, he deserves a break from the things this place throws at us.

And we have each other back home, you know. So he'll go back to... marry me all over again there. [ CAN YOU FEEL HER FORCED CHEER ] And I'll...

Eventually be there too.

[loisfuckinglane]

I'd say there isn't much it hasn't tried, but it might just take that as a challenge.

[imnot_likeyou]

[If anyone knows how it feels to lose people you love in this place, it's Sam. He knows, and maybe that gives the "I'm sorry" a little more weight.]

I'm sure you will. I have a feeling that that's not something you would miss.

[save_the_souls]

Mm, it's never loses it's capability to be creative.

[loisfuckinglane]

Explains all the ponies.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ it's definitely easier to take than it would be from a stranger. ]

It definitely seems worth an encore.

[secondchances]

[... wow. Clark had been around forever. It had been comforting, to have Superman here, and amazing to get to talk to him... even if things hadn't always gone smoothly.

Jeez. And what timing.]

I'm sorry, Lois. If there's anything I can do--like, I don't know, distractions or... anything, let me know, okay?

[spongetastic]

Lois... [saying "I'm sorry" doesn't feel like enough. It wouldn't be for him, if Phoebe disappeared. So he'll just go to topic number two for now]

I don't think I'd ever want to leave.

[gottaknockhard]

[It's not like they've talked recently, at all lately, but for whatever reason he's got the journal on hand in time to see this and pause. Took four years...

He's starting to think getting married always leads to one or the other disappearing. Maybe it was the whole idea. That's one way out of responsibility.]

I guess there's hope for everyone.

[onlyanapple]

Sinister like being dragged through a portal and being turned into pastel coloured ponies, you mean?

[He makes a sound of amusement] Still, choice is an important thing.

[ruin_mania]

[He'd been one of the few people here longer than Raine had, so she's quite shocked by the announcement. She hadn't exactly spoken to Clark much, but he'd been involved in so much that it was difficult not to know him at least a little.

She writes to Lois in response.]

I'm sorry to hear that. Though even so, I don't know that I'd call it abandonment - he had many responsibilities at home as well, didn't he?

[save_the_souls]

Ah...yes. Thank God I got lucky and missed that.

[loisfuckinglane]

Me too... but who knows? Maybe it would have been a welcome distraction, playing Mrs. Ed.

written;

[loisfuckinglane]

Sort of an entire world of responibilties. [ ... there's a reason lois always dictates her entries. the journal doesn't have spell check, ok. ] I guess I meant that he doesn't like leaving a job unfinished, and we both kind of assumed we'd see this through to the end.

[loisfuckinglane]

Were you on the pony express?

[loisfuckinglane]

There's always something to hope for. Something to fight for.

[loisfuckinglane]

But you'd still like it better here if we figured out what was going on and how to stop the castle from controlling our every move, wouldn't you?

[loisfuckinglane]

I might not be too terribly opposed to some girl company, if you ever feel like staying over.