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Tuesday, May 16th, 2017. 9:45 AM. • • •
The call had come in only moments ago, and while I tried to contain my emotions, I simply couldn't. Ben stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist- my phone was still pressed to my ear, the dial tone humming softly. They had done it.
Tears were streaming down my face, and a migraine-like the one Ben explained was blooming behind my left eye. With a sigh, I carefully pulled his arm off of me and swung my legs out from under me. A shiver ghosted across my skin, and I hurried to the bathroom. My hair skimmed my shoulders, and I caught a flash of red in the mirror as bile forced its way up my throat.
I barely made it to the toilet before all my stomach contents were either in my hair, down my chin, or in the bowl. In disgust, I wiped my chin and flushed the rancid puke. Slowly standing up, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I hadn't turned the light on such shadows were dark across my face, but I could see the bile stuck in my hair.
• • • A WEEK LATER Tuesday, May 23rd, 2017. 6:35 PM. • • •
During my break on the Memoriam and now the shocking return of Superman article, I had found time to ask Lois about her latest project. She seemed very excited the other day when she was assigned to it, but now listening to what it was I was worried, Lois was very nonchalant about the danger attached. So many things have happened in the past week, Ben had sent in the red powder to the police after they took my statement, and I had a television interview on Friday the same day the article was due for publishing. Anything to take my mind off of the dreaded morning show interview was welcomed.
"Oh, come on, Lois! You don't think snooping around Gotham for more on Batman isn't going to get you hurt? Just because he's back doesn't mean those criminals are less scared to go out at night."
A sense of deja vu swam across me, I remember being worried for Clark over eighteen months ago, it was an entirely different situation, but it still felt familiar. Lois and Clark were more similar then I give them credit. I sat back in my chair in disbelief at her need to follow the story to Gotham. I stabbed at my half-eaten salad for a tomato and nearly choked on who walked in. My heart picked up, and I stopped chewing. The whole room had grown silent, and everyone was staring. I hadn't heard anything from him since that day, I didn't expect too, but seeing him here now was almost a slap in the face.
He looked healthy, his eyes were bright, hair perfectly swept back and memories of running my fingers through it bubbled to the surface. I noticed he kept his gaze from trailing to my desk, to me. Clark's desk had been packed up months ago, and a new reporter was sitting there. We were no longer a stone skip away from each other. I suddenly wondered where he'd sit and glanced around for an empty desk.
"Oh, my god. Is that..." Lois gasped, looking at me, and I swallowed the tomato and pressed my lips together.
"Did you hear anything? What the story is?" I asked, watching him as he followed an equally confused and amazed Perry into his office. Lois shook her head no and kept her gaze locked on his back like she was afraid to look away and lose him. Getting up from my seat, I pulled out my phone and dialed Bruce's number. He picked up, and I didn't give him a chance to say much, moving to the break room, I spoke quickly.
