Author: Pam Jernigan
Email: chiefpam@lcficmbs.com
Rated: PG
This is just a little something a friend and I worked up in the hour following Forget Me Not… it’s a pleasant little revenge fantasy <g> that had us giggling instead of crying over that ending… Warning: Don’t read this if you’re mentally unstable!
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Tommy Crooner was dead. It was unfortunate – not that he was dead – but that his death interfered with Lois & Clark’s date. They’d been trying for weeks to get together – unsuccessfully. In fact, so unsuccessfully that they felt almost like strangers.
They learned pretty quickly that the dead man had been a TV producer of a fantasy/romance/comedy/adventure show, which had recently seen a dramatic increase in the ratings. A core group of fans, however, was not happy with his latest script choices, no matter how popular the show had become.
“Well, Lois, we’ve spent the whole morning talking to fans and viewing videos and I have to admit that they have a point.”
“No kidding – what he was doing to the characters’ relationship was criminal. Keeping them apart like that. Just when they were about to get married, too.”
Lois & Clark exchanged an ironic smile.
Clark said, “That certainly sounds familiar. Now he’s keeping *us* apart.”
“Yeah,” she said sadly. “What do you say we find some clues, catch the bad guys, blah, blah, blah, then we can get out of here and… talk.” She smiled suggestively.
Clark’s heart thumped a little harder – making it difficult to hear the person coming up behind them. It was Bobby Bigmouth with the case-breaking clue.
Two Danishes and a cheesecake later, they were in possession of all the important facts.
Bobby Bigmouth wove off in a food-drunken stupor and Lois turned to Clark. There was a gleam in her eye that he had come to appreciate, but hadn’t had a chance to take advantage of lately.
“You know, Clark, I was just thinking – this misguided fan is probably not a threat to society as a whole, so there’s really no rush to get this information to the police.” She leaned forward seductively, grabbing his lapel and offering him a tempting view of her… assets. “Is there?”
Clark swallowed hard and tried to think of a reason, but failed. After all, the victim had *only* been a television producer…
The End
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Authors’ Disclaimer: No TV producers were harmed in the writing of this story. We don’t think any producers *should* be harmed, either! But this was amazingly therapeutic for us, so we hope it was for you, too. <g>
…and if you liked this one, you might also enjoy the Round Robin story Lois & Clark in LALA Land