From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG9804A" ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 09:12:24 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jeff Brogden Subject: Re: LNC Fanfic Kerth Awards a Huge Success! MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I tried originally to send this out Sunday (Mar 29, 1998) but a hard drive crash has screwed up things for a while. Then - I seen the other postings below. Here's a combined posting... > >>>Zoomway and Jeff Brogden were seen to be doing the mamba with tiny objects > resembling Doppoblufo frogs<<< > > Well, Jeff's a darn nice dancer, but more than that, he's a darn nice guy. He > gave a great parting chat to the nominees and it was very touching. There > really are some Clark Kents out there. Thanks Zoomway. I just wish I had CK's invunerability at times. :-) Here is a *much* expanded version of what I tried to express that night. I just wanted to do a follow-up on the Kerths last (Sat) night. It was a BLAST! If you missed it, you really missed out. A big tip of the hat to all the organizers and workers who made it the success it was (and on such short notice too!). I didn't win in either category I was nominated for, so I wanted to use the unique opportunity the Internet and the mailing list provide to say some things I didn't get to last (Sat) night. :-) Some of this, I actual said in #kerth_chat - but it was so noisy in there I doubt many people saw it. This story, UNKNOWN EMOTIONS, means *so* much to me that I had to say something. First, I wanted to say congratulations to the winners in the categories I was nominated for. Demi's HEAVEN'S PRISONERS won best Tearjerker, and Erin Klinger's WHEN YOU NEEDED ME MOST won best Pregnancy/Delivery. Both of these stories are full of one of the most important characteristics of good fanfic - originality. With an archive of over 700 stories, and more arriving daily, originality is something wonderful to behold (and darn difficult to write :-). I just love a story that's original. Good job your two. For my story, the biggest thank you goes to my wife Michelle. The story may have been my therapy, my outlet; but she was the one who truly suffered the most for our dreams. I can't imagine what she went through, and I couldn't even begin to put it into words. I just tried to be there for her as much as I could. If you haven't guessed by now, we went through one of these miscarriages together. The emotional strain is incredible. But like the story, ours had a happy ending and she's going to be 16 months old soon. Michelle - this was for you and our love. Your the *one*. If it hadn't been for Debby Stark's DAWNING, I probably wouldn't be writing fanfic. It was the first story I ever read - and I was hooked immediately. Hanging on every word as I read, I think it is one of the best revelation stories out there. She also unknowingly encouraged me (and others) through the list and IRC to get out and write (and send the story in). Her constant encouragement was one of the things that prompted me to write my first story. Thanks a million Debby. The story about Lois and Clark stranded in an elevator by Gail Lefkowitz was the first story I can remember reading that made me *feel* the story and the bond between these two people we love to read/write about. I miss you, Gail. This is getting a bit long, but hey! no time limit here! You, as the reader, can do one simple thing to make sure Lois and Clark live forever through fanfic. Give feedback. Not just the simple "Good Story!" or "I loved it, write more!", but some real feedback. I want to know what you liked, what you didn't like, what you thought/felt as you read it. What can I do to make it better. You can't fix something if you don't know what is wrong with it. As a writer, I live for feedback. It's tough - I know - to think of these things as your reading. You get into the story and just want to keep reading to the end. But take the time to let people know. It's what we live for! ;-) (Now - I'm going to have to start practicing what I preach...) Like everyone who didn't win - I was disappointed. The thing that disappointed me most, however, was that none of the stories by any of the guys won anything. What really drives this home is the fact that I've had numerous email messages and discussions on IRC stating that there are people who hadn't read any of my stories because I was male, and men don't write stories they like to read. They simply seen that a man wrote it and put it into the "Do not read" bit-bucket. I am quite aware that this is a female dominated arena, but there are some wonderful stories written by men out there. Ben's A FLASH IN THE PAN scores super high in the originality category - and he does do service to the relationship. Dan's REMEMBRANCES is one of the few Deathfic I've read and loved (Should have been in the Tearjerker category as well...) Great imagery in that one. Jon's TWO OF A KIND takes two couples from two worlds and melds them wonderfully. Gary's THE PARADOX OF FAILURE takes our two hero's on many emotional journeys (this one should have been in the Pregnancy/Delivery category as well - I like the weepy scene). If you skipped on reading these - you owe it to yourself to go and look them up. The main archive is full of many others. You won't regret it. Where does this leave me? With the great desire to write even better than I have before - to prove that I *can* write the kind of story you will want to read - over and over again. Thanks again for the nomination. UNKNOWN EMOTIONS is my personal favorite - my shining glory - my crowning achievement. I'm thrilled that someone out there thought enough of it to nominate it at all. Thanks from the bottom of my heart. ================================================================= Jeff Brogden jwbrogden@bigfoot.com http://www.bigfoot.com/~jwbrogden/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 11:13:10 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gary Subject: Re: LNC Fanfic Kerth Awards a Huge Success! In-Reply-To: <35225958.D69DC10C@bigfoot.com> MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 09:12 AM 4/1/98 -0600, you wrote: >Like everyone who didn't win - I was disappointed. The thing >that disappointed me most, however, was that none of the stories by >any of the guys won anything. What really drives this home is >the fact that I've had numerous email messages and discussions on >IRC stating that there are people who hadn't read any of my >stories because I was male, and men don't write stories they like >to read. They simply seen that a man wrote it and put it into >the "Do not read" bit-bucket. I am quite aware that this is a >female dominated arena, but there are some wonderful stories >written by men out there. Recently heard on Dr. Laura's (a radio psychologist) show "Women don't want to hear about men's emotions unless it's about them." Which is the reason I try to stick to nfic... >Gary's THE PARADOX OF FAILURE takes our >two hero's on many emotional journeys (this one should have been >in the Pregnancy/Delivery category as well - I like the weepy >scene). Thank you- which scene is that? >Thanks again for the nomination. UNKNOWN EMOTIONS is my >personal favorite - my shining glory - my crowning achievement. >I'm thrilled that someone out there thought enough of it to >nominate it at all. Thanks from the bottom of my heart. > My personal favorite as well...great job, Jeff. > >================================================================= >Jeff Brogden >jwbrogden@bigfoot.com http://www.bigfoot.com/~jwbrogden/ > =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= | Gary A. Rudick mailto:gar8434@rit.edu | | "You decide what you feel heaven is worth" - Deborah Gibson, TWYH | =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 12:57:42 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sheila Harper Subject: Re: LNC Fanfic Kerth Awards a Huge Success! Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 09:12 AM 4/1/98 -0600, Jeff Brogden wrote: >I just wanted to do a follow-up on the Kerths last (Sat) night. It was >a BLAST! If you missed it, you really missed out. Geez, Jeff, don't rub it in! Of course, in exchange, I was walking barefoot in the surf and swimming in a heated outdoor pool all week, so I don't have much room to complain. >First, I wanted to say congratulations to the winners in the >categories I was nominated for. Me, too. My story, A SHOT IN THE DARK, didn't win anything, but it was up against such tremendous competition that I don't think *I* voted for it in all 4 categories. Congratulations, Demi and Chris Mulder. I don't feel any shame in losing to stories of the caliber of HEAVEN'S PRISONERS and LOVE BEYOND ALL MEASURE/DIMENSIONS OF LOVING. (Besides, my secret closet with the velvet lining and special lighting is full enough, especially as much as I hate to dust ) >Like everyone who didn't win - I was disappointed. The thing >that disappointed me most, however, was that none of the stories by >any of the guys won anything. Jeff, it was this statement that actually moved me to abandon my usual lurk-mode and post to the list. Voting on the Kerths was one of the hardest things I've done recently because, for me anyway, there were very few clear-cut winners. Inevitably, I would end up with two or even three stories in each category that deserved the award, but the ballot wouldn't let me mark more than one! Although none of our male writers won an award, I was very pleased to see several of you represented on the nomination list, the more so because there are so few of you writing. I hate to hear that some of our female readers won't read a story written by a man because they're really missing out. I always look forward to new stories by the male writers you mentioned, plus you and Phil Atcliff (sp?). For those of you who don't know, Jeff is one of a handful of writers who is writing for both Season 5 and for TUFS, and he has a story coming up on TUFS later this month, so keep an eye out for it. >Thanks again for the nomination. >I'm thrilled that someone out there thought enough of it to >nominate it at all. That's exactly how I feel. Now I understand why actors and writers and suchlike make long thank-you speeches at their awards programs. I just want to thank everyone -- Dean and Teri and the rest of the cast and crew and writers of Lois & Clark for giving me (and the rest of you, too :) four wonderful years and a world and characters that are real enough that I can't just forget them when the TV is off; the archivists and list-owners and keepers of subscription lists for making my work available to so many people; Kathy Brown and Lynda Love for being such good editors and telling me what's right as well as where I'm awkward or unclear; and all the readers who laugh or cry or drool over my work for writing to tell me so. Thank you all. Sheila Harper (sheesh, imagine how long my thank-you would be if I worked in a collaborative medium like TV!) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 13:02:29 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Peace Everett Subject: Re: LNC Fanfic Kerth Awards a Huge Success! In-Reply-To: <35225958.D69DC10C@bigfoot.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1"; X-MAPIextension=".TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Jeff wrote: > Like everyone who didn't win - I was disappointed. The thing > that disappointed me most, however, was that none of the stories by > any of the guys won anything. What really drives this home is > the fact that I've had numerous email messages and discussions on > IRC stating that there are people who hadn't read any of my > stories because I was male, and men don't write stories they like > to read. They simply seen that a man wrote it and put it into > the "Do not read" bit-bucket. Hmmm.... I wonder if we tend to look at men's stories and assume they're going to be strictly A-plot, action/adventure, possibly even based on the comic book continuity rather than the tv show. There's a tendency to believe that "real men don't eat quiche"... or cry... or show their emotions at all... or write about another man doing any of those things. Well, ladies, we're missing the boat on this one. I've just finished reading a couple of stories that are real eye-openers on the subject. The emotions portrayed in Jeff's "Unknown Emotions" and in Phil Atcliffe's "Montrose's Toast" are as strong and as well-written as any I've read. (Jeff, I've just sent a note of feedback to Phil, and am working on one for you -- I know all about craving feedback ;) I've been a fan of Gary Rudick's and Jon Knutson's for a while, having found them through the nfic list, and would encourage readers on this list looking for good stories to check out their listings in the Archive as well. And Ben Pistorius is an alltime favorite -- his "Flash.= .." had me ROTFLMHO!!! I'll confess that I haven't read Dan's story (shame on me, I voted without reading everything in that category). But since he was so willing, during the awards, to "give Peace a chance," I guess I'd better hop to it, hmmm? Peace A FoLC Named Peace Come visit me, and read my fanfic http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/7137 ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 15:04:36 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Michelle Glenn Subject: Re: LNC Fanfic Kerth Awards a Huge Succes In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Well, me, I don't even look at the author's names when I pull up a story. If I like it a lot, I usually read it so much that eventually I figure out who wrote it. Personally, I don't think it matters whether the author is male or female. There are some males who are great at conveying emotion and there are some females who write nothing but action. I don't think I've ever used the "by author" button in the archive, I just shoot straight to the story, the name of the author doesn't matter to me at first. Now, if I see the name of a author whose stories I can remember reading over and over I go right to that story. I have no gender preference as regards to who writes a story, I just want a well-written story that captures everything I love about Lois and Clark. Michelle "Someday we'll look back on all this and...plow into a parked car." ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 13:56:43 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jeff Brogden Subject: TUFS story MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sheila Harper wrote: > ... For those of > you who don't know, Jeff is one of a handful of writers who is writing for > both Season 5 and for TUFS, and he has a story coming up on TUFS later this > month, so keep an eye out for it. Oh! The pressure! You just had to go and announce that didn't you. :-) I'veset myself up for sure now. I can feel the flop developing as I type... :-| ================================================================= Jeff Brogden jwbrogden@bigfoot.com http://www.bigfoot.com/~jwbrogden/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 14:32:12 -0700 Reply-To: Erin Klingler Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: need site addy for Debby Stark's fanfics MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi all! I've been trying to get to Debby Stark's site to download some of her fanfics (especially the Dawning series), but the url I have isn't working. Maybe I have the wrong one?? Could some kind folc please email me and tell me where I can read or download her fanfics? Thanks! Erin :) ___________________ (aka ELK on IRC) erink@ida.net "The truth is, no one knows how long they've got. Anyway, it's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now...as they happen." CK to LL in BY ******* "You bet your sweet little chumpy I am." _________________ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 15:13:56 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Alyssa Mondelli Organization: Brought to you by the legal firm of Deceive, Inveigle, & Obfuscate Subject: Re: TUFS story MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Quoth Jeff Brogden: >> Jeff is one of a handful of writers who is writing for > > both Season 5 and for TUFS, and he has a story coming up on TUFS later this > > month, so keep an eye out for it. > > Oh! The pressure! You just had to go and announce that didn't you. :-) > I'veset myself up for sure now. I can feel the flop developing as I type... Does this mean I shouldn't mention that "Oh Give Me A Home" is probably the best-loved S5 story to date? All the stories have gotten nice reviews and reader feedback, but "...Home" has inspired more flat-out affection than any other. People have written just to say "I loved it." See Jeff, they like you, they really like you. :-> No pressure, though. :-> And it makes me really sad to hear that there are people who won't read a story based on the author's gender. I'm the other way - I don't always read the new stories on the list or archive right away, but I make a point of reading the guys' stories because there are so few of them. And I haven't seen a strong tendency toward A-plot over B-plot - generally the gender of the writer doesn't seem to make a difference. Although, after Jeff and Gary's posts, I'm wondering if that's because the guys believe that women aren't really interested in men's emotions and tailor their stories that way. Hmm. FWIW, I thought "Unknown Emotions" was a terrific story, and passed it on to a friend the day after I read it. It had just the right combination of WAFFs and WHAMs, and I could imagine all of it happening as though it were an actual episode. And besides all that, it has one of my two all-time favorite opening lines (the other is in Michael Crichton's "Travels"). How can you go wrong? (My New Year's resolution was to start sending feedback to writers rather than just devouring and loving their stuff from afar. I'm still working on it.) ==Alyssa in St. Paul== (agmondelli@stthomas.edu)(AlyssaM on the IRC) Webmistress, Tempus Expeditions - http://www.tempus.simplenet.com Home of the Fortress of Insanity and Lois & Clark Season 5 "What's less than square one? Minus zippo? Negative bupkes?" --Capt. Don Cragen, _Law & Order_ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 15:38:05 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jeff Brogden Subject: Re: TUFS story MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Alyssa Mondelli wrote: > Does this mean I shouldn't mention that "Oh Give Me A Home" is probably > the best-loved S5 story to date? No - feel free to mention it anytime. :-) > Although, > after Jeff and Gary's posts, I'm wondering if that's because the guys > believe that women aren't really interested in men's emotions and tailor > their stories that way. Hmm. Well - I can assure you that all the emotions in my story were my own. It's interesting how that story came out. I thought of the idea of a Superman breakdown in public while mowing one day (I used to have this HUGE yard - took me forever to mow). I just didn't have a context to put it in. What could be so bad that Superman would allow his shell to crack, letting his real-life emotions escape in front of everyone? Then our real-life provided the answer. It seemed natural that they might have problems conceiving. If that many normal people have these problems, then they could certainly have them as well. I just sat down one day before going to bed and the story came out through my hands. All in one looooong writting session. The emotional release felt good. So - I can stamp it "Contains 100% RealMan Emotions" if you would like. > And besides all that, it has one of > my two all-time favorite opening lines (the other is in Michael > Crichton's "Travels"). I had to stop to think what the opening line was.... :-) Sound effects are tough to do on paper. ================================================================= Jeff Brogden jwbrogden@bigfoot.com http://www.bigfoot.com/~jwbrogden/ ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 17:56:37 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Zoomway Subject: Re: LNC Fanfic Kerth Awards a Huge Success! Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-04-01 10:23:56 EST, jwbrogden@BIGFOOT.COM writes: << If you haven't guessed by now, we went through one of these miscarriages together. The emotional strain is incredible. But like the story, ours had a happy ending and she's going to be 16 months old soon. Michelle - this was for you and our love. Your the *one*. >> 'Unknown Emotions' is a great story and reading it I think most could tell there were definitely personal elements that only a writer who had gone through the same thing could understand and translate to words so beautifully, and you did. Congratulations on the baby, by the way ;) You also bring up something that I've wondered about fanfic writers. You said that 'Unknown Emotions' means so much to you, it got me wondering what other fanfic writers hold as the story that is their own favorite from what they've written. When 'Counter Clark-wise' won for best "elseworld" (it wasn't one when I wrote it ;) I said that it was my personal favorite of all the stories I've written and so the award for that meant the most to me. My reason isn't as personal as yours, but someone wrote me that she reads all kinds of fanfic. It doesn't matter to her if she's never seen the show, she said she just enjoys reading fiction written by fans, regardless of the show or if she's ever seen it. She wrote me and said my story made her want to see Lois and Clark. That was the best compliment I'd ever gotten, and this too relates to something else Jeff mentioned. If you read a story and it touches you, makes you laugh, or makes you cry, write the author and *tell* them. You don't know how much it meas to the writers. It's the *only* way they know that what they've done means something to you. I have to admit I've been remiss in this. One reason is I can't tell you the last fanfic I read because it's been *that* long, but mainly because I think I get sent so many stories before they hit the list or the archive with a note saying "would you tell me what you think" Many of us probably get notes like that, and that is flattering too because someone respects your opinion enough to ask for it. Some writers find writing fanfic scary and so reinforcement of something they put their time and heart into, can mark the difference between continuing writing or giving up. >>>If it hadn't been for Debby Stark's DAWNING, I probably wouldn't be writing fanfic. <<< Another important point. If you inspired someone to write, then you've won a greater award than a Kerth. Also, a sidenote on the Kerths, it too seems to have influenced some who had been a bit afraid to write fanfic, to give it a try, so a thanks to the Kerth Awards and its organizers for that perk too ;) >>>You, as the reader, can do one simple thing to make sure Lois and Clark live forever through fanfic. Give feedback. Not just the simple "Good Story!" or "I loved it, write more!", but some real feedback. I want to know what you liked, what you didn't like, what you thought/felt as you read it. What can I do to make it better. You can't fix something if you don't know what is wrong with it. As a writer, I live for feedback.<<<< I agree with this, but add a caveat. Trust your instincts, but if you're uncertain, send it to someone whose opinion or style you admire and ask that person. Random feedback can be confusing or even contradictory. One person can say "the story dragged at this point" and the very next person can say "this was my favorite part of the story" and they are talking about the same segment. However, if several people comment on the same segment in the same way, then you know that you did something good or needs work in that segment. Get an editor you know works well with your style and approach. Again, someone whose opinion and instinct you trust and value. You should always have the last word on this even if you do value that person's opinoin. It's *your* story. The best editors won't carry a cross around because you didn't agree with each and every single one of their suggestions, they trust and respect your instincts too. A good writer/editor relationship is a hard one to form, but the best one you'll ever have. >>>Like everyone who didn't win - I was disappointed. The thing that disappointed me most, however, was that none of the stories by any of the guys won anything. What really drives this home is the fact that I've had numerous email messages and discussions on IRC stating that there are people who hadn't read any of my stories because I was male, and men don't write stories they like to read. They simply seen that a man wrote it and put it into the "Do not read" bit-bucket.<<<< This is true and a big oversight. Most of the guys out there writing fanfic are writing great fanfic, and it's a shame that they've been skipped because they're often being pre-judged as writing "fanboy" stories (I like those too, by the way ;) and that's not right and not even close to the mark. You mentioned some wonderful examples and I hope folc take the time to read them all. Gary's vignettes are among my favorites of all vignette (short stories) and Jon Knutson and I go back a long ways and I've read every single L&C story he's written ;) >>>Thanks again for the nomination. UNKNOWN EMOTIONS is my personal favorite - my shining glory - my crowning achievement. I'm thrilled that someone out there thought enough of it to nominate it at all. Thanks from the bottom of my heart.<<< It's a beautiful and deserving story, and if so was your post here to the list ;) Zoomway@aol.com (forgive the typoes, now it's time for L&C and I can't reread what I wrote ;) ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 18:37:09 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Eraygun Subject: Re: NEW FANFIC:LOIS AND CLARK IN LALA LAND; Part 1 of 7 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit I inadvertently left Kirshnera out of the credits. So here is the corrected Part 1. My apologies Sue ;): LOIS AND CLARK IN LALA LAND; or, Surreal You Can Feel It by ChrisM^ (mulders@mindspring.com); ChrisnDor/DorDor (dorisschmill@gmx.net); Ckgroupie (NKWolke@t-online.de); Eraygun (Eraygun@aol.com); Kirshnera (Kirshnera@aol.com) Lansbury (Lansbury1@aol.com); PeaceEv (peace9@worldnet.att.net); Zoomway (zoomway@aol.com); chrispat (cp13607@aol.com); Mackteach (Mackteach@aol.com); Nekanuq (Nekanuq@aol.com) **Any resemblance to real people in this fanfic is purely coincidental. The names were changed to protect the guilty. No actors or producers were harmed in the production of this fanfic.** Perry White hung up the phone in his office and yelled for his top reporting team. Lois and Clark had learned not to dawdle when they heard that tone in his voice. "Yes, Chief?" "What's up, Perry?" "I hope you two don't have any plans for the next few days because I'm sending you out to California." Lois and Clark exchanged looks of surprise and speculation, but always wisely opted against interrupting their boss when he was on a roll. "I just got off the phone with Mr. Stern ... he's got a job for you. Seems one of his larger investments, Broadcasting Corporation of America is facing a hostile takeover by The Sidney Corporation." He paused and looked at them over the top of his glasses, but they maintained a respectful silence. "BCA has a hit show called 'Mary Jane and Peter: The New Adventures of Spider-Man' ... maybe you've seen it?" Lois looked at Clark, and Clark looked at Lois. She turned back to Perry. "No, Chief, superheroes on TV don't hold much of a thrill for me...," Clark could hear her undervoiced mutter, "... since I'm hanging out with the real thing." He had to suppress a grin as he faced Perry once again. "I'm afraid we don't have much time for TV, Chief." "Well, I'll see about sending some tapes along with you, then. You'll need to do some homework if you're going to pass yourselves off as screenwriters for the show." Lois had been thinking about how nice it would be to explore California with her super husband, but at Perry's last remark she gasped. "Perry! You can't be serious!" "You bet I am!" he retorted. "If this takeover goes through, Mr. Stern might have to consider selling the Planet in order to recoup some of his losses, so you can bet your last Elvis souvenir that I'm serious." "I didn't know that Mr. Stern was so heavily invested in TV, Chief." "Well, he is. Things have been going from bad to worse, but last night the two head writers, a man and a woman, disappeared, so you two are going to take their places and investigate their disappearances at the same time." "But, Perry, how can we do that? We don't know anything about writing for a TV show!" Perry brushed aside their concerns. "You two are the best. I've seen you do some amazing things and I'm sure you can do this, too. You'll have some help. Mr. Stern has got a contact for you out there, someone he can trust. Her name is ... let me see, I wrote it down. Oh, yes, here it is ... Zoomer. Ms. Zoomer. She's the media liaison for the studio where the show is produced. Knows everything there is to know about TV, so you listen to her." "Okay, Chief." Clark and Lois turned towards the door, but Perry had one last word of advice. "Be careful around the show's Co-Executive Producer, Mickey Einstein. Mr. Stern doesn't trust him, and that's good enough for me." As they walked to the elevators, Clark said to his less than happy wife, "Well, Lois, it could have been worse." "How Clark?" "We could be writing a sitcom." As the door dropped into the lock behind them, Lois leaned back against it heavily. "I thought we had been through just about anything with these undercover projects," she sighed. "Well, at least you can't complain about getting bored." Clark smiled as he laid his arm around her. "We'll have some time off too, you know. Spending a day in Sidneyland with your husband isn't so bad, you know." "Yeah, I know." Lois was in a bad mood. "Everything has to be in a rush again, though. How can we possibly be ready to meet with Ms. Zoomer? "Don't worry so much. I'll help you pack." "We'll have to go via a regular airline. Perry had already arranged the tickets with Accounting. Heck, he didn't even wait for us to give him our okay to book!" "Ms. Zoomer will meet us at the airport and take us to our hotel from there. No way around it." Clark was helping her out of her coat. "But, you know, there's plenty of time till tomorrow. And maybe we can arrange a connecting flight on Superman Airways, giving us additional time tonight." As Clark pulled her close and kissed her gently, Lois felt herself relax and her resistance ebb away. Maybe things *weren't* so bad. "Well, we better start packing then. We could get most of it done tonight. Remember, you promised to help." "Sure do." Clark picked her up unceremoniously and zipped up the stairs, putting her down just inside the bedroom. He was back with their suitcases a split second later, placing hers on the bed. "We can start with yours. Now let me see ..." He had begun to search through a chest of drawers. Turning, he held up a teddy. "This looks a little small. Are you sure it still fits after you washed it last time ...?" "Hey, do you think ...?" She was beginning to become exasperated again, but then caught the teasing grin on his face. Walking up to him, she poked him in the chest playfully. "I could try it on ...." "Would you? We want to make sure you have the right attire when we're out in California ..." He was beginning to kiss her neck and helping her with the preparations to try on the teddy. "But the packing ..." ***** They never finished the packing that night. It was done at superspeed the next morning, allowing them to catch the flight to California just in time. Lois was glad that super pilots and their "aircraft" didn't get out of breath easily. Thus they were not the worse for wear when they arrived at the LAX airport lounge . It was seven o'clock and the January morning was pleasantly cool. But in the lounge waited another surprise. Ms. Zoomer wasn't there, only her secretary, who apologized and explained that Ms. Zoomer wouldn't be able to come. They would meet her later in Burbank at the studio. "So what shall we do now?" Lois asked after the secretary had left. Clark shrugged his shoulders. "I think we should rent a car and try to get to the studio, okay?" They decided to do it this way and by eight they were on the highway heading towards Burbank. "It seems to be easy to find, Clark," Lois said, fumbling with a huge map in her lap. "Just change from this highway to the 405 and then we have to get off at the second exit. It's a piece of cake." Lois' first thought about this whole undercover assignment had been right. Changing highways turned out to be a very bad idea. Once on the 405 the early morning fog partially obscured their view of an endless line of cars in front of their own creeping through the valley. But there was no turning back. "Uh uh..." Clark said. "Come on, Clark, we've been in a rush hour before. It can't take so long. I'm sure we'll be at the second exit soon." "That's not what I meant, honey," Clark answered. "'Uh uh' meant I have to go." "Go?!! Now?! Here!?" Lois stared at him as if she couldn't believe her ears. "No, Clark. Please, tell me you're kidding!" Clark had the grace to look really uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, honey, but there are tornadoes in Missouri - weren't you listening to the radio? I can't stay...see you later!" With that he spun in the air at superspeed, visible only to Lois, who sat in her seat, speechless, staring after the red and blue blur. "Oh no!" she said between clenched teeth, "sometimes I hate superheroes!" One hour later Clark returned to California, flying first to Tarner Brothers Studios. When he didn't see Lois there he headed back to the freeway. He spotted the rental car pulled into the emergency lane with its hood up. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Clark scooped up the car and whisked it to a relatively quiet side street near the studio. Spinning back to his regular clothes he approached Lois carefully. "Hi, honey," he said cautiously. "What kept you?" "Well, there was a train derailment in Arizona and I..." "Never mind," Lois said. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you but the car died and I had no cell phone, and where are all those nice-looking highway patrolmen when you really need one?" "I know, I know, it's always something," Clark said soothingly as he took her out of the car and into his arms. "You need to rest. Why don't we just go to the hotel and check in?" "No, Clark, we're here now, we might as well get this over with. Besides, I've got plans for later," she said with a small smile. "Oh really?" Lois nodded. "I can hardly wait." "Good," Lois replied. "So what are our cover names?" "I'm Jerome Clark and you're Jo Miller. We've been writing partners for the last two years, mostly off-Broadway plays, minor productions and the like. Our spec script was picked up by November 4th productions and that's why we're here." "Okay, anything else I should know?" "Nothing that I can think of right now, sweetheart. Ready?" "I guess. Do I look okay?" "Lois, you always look okay." "Thanks, you're a big help." "Hey, I mean it!" "Hand me my hairbrush, would you? It's in the glove compartment." Clark reached into the glove compartment and took out the brush. Looking in the rearview mirror, Lois rearranged her hair. "Okay, now I'm ready to go inside." They walked down the sidewalk to the studio. When they gave the guard their contact's name, they were directed to the Public Relations Department. "May I help you?" the receptionist asked. "Ah, yes, we're here to see Ms. Zoomer," replied Clark. "I need your names, please." "Jerome Clark and Jo Miller." "Go right in," she said, pointing to a door. "You're expected." They walked into the room the receptionist had indicated and saw a woman sitting behind a cluttered desk. "You must be Jerome and Jo. Pleased to meet you," she said, extending her hand. They each shook her hand. "Have a seat," she invited. "Well, I suppose you'd like to hear about the hostile takeover by Sidney." "That is what our job is." "Well, the thing is--Sidney would ruin us. Nothing could be worse for MJ&P than that stupid gerbil." "But you suspect that they are sabotaging the show?" "Well, yes. They have made it no secret that they want to take over BCA. And MJ&P's ratings have never been this low. Our biggest competition has been CBN's FishTrek. Old Lady Mysteries on SBC is keeping the number one spot, but we were usually second. Not anymore." "But why would Sidney want to sabotage the show?" Lois asked. "If the show fails, can they buy the network for less or something?" "Something like that. The important thing is stopping them. Now, you're going to be scriptwriters?" "Yes. It shouldn't be too hard, right? We're already journalists," Clark said. "Okay, well, I've got a lot of papers here for you. It's all the information I could think of on the show." Ms. Zoomer reached into her desk and brought out a huge pile of papers. "All that?" Lois and Clark could just gape at the pile. "Yeah, this should prepare you to work on the show." Lois frowned slightly. Sure, Clark could cram all that info in five seconds, but she sure couldn't! And there was no way she was letting this ruin her evening plans. After talking with Ms. Zoomer for a little while longer, she offered to make arrangements for another car. When it arrived, they drove to the hotel where they had reservations. It was fancier than most, and looked pretty comfortable. They walked up to their room. "Well, this is nice!" exclaimed Clark. He closed the door and turned to Lois. "You know, we've got plenty of time to read that stuff later." "Oh, I don't know, Clark," she replied. "We should start now." He raised an eyebrow. "Kidding!" she exclaimed. "We've got," her voice got softer, "better things to do right now." She put a hand lightly on his chest. "Excuse me while I go change." She moved away from him with a wink. A few hours later, a smiling Lois and Clark left the hotel. Armed with the information Ms. Zoomer had given them, they returned to the Tarner Brothers lot. Once past the guards at the main gate they headed for the soundstage of MJ&P for a writers' meeting with the head of production, Mr. Einstein. From what Ms. Zoomer had written he was one slippery man to nail. Einstein was a recent addition, slipped in through the back door when the ratings had dropped this season. Lois was feeling a little hesitant about meeting with him. She had run into his type many times before and she already had a strong dislike for the man and hoped it didn't show. He was the proverbial snake in the grass, always trying to make himself look better no matter who he had to step on or sleep with. "Clark, I know this man is going to have a pot belly and smell of Cuban cigars. I don't think after reading everything Zoomer has written I can be objective about him." Clark looked at her. "Honey, I know you can put all your personal feelings aside. I've seen it happen too many times." Clark led them to Einstein's office. Again they were met by a beautiful young blonde receptionist. Once they had given her their names, Einstein himself answered the door. He reached out to both. "Come in...come in. I have heard a lot about you." Lois felt Einstein's eyes travel the length of her body. She met his gaze with a look of cold disdain. On the other hand, Clark was not used to someone openly ogling his wife and found he was reaching his boiling point. But this wasn't supposed to be his wife -- she was his writing partner. Focus on that, Kent. He stepped forward quickly and held out his hand. "Mr. Einstein, we appreciate your taking the time to meet with us." He felt Einstein squeezing his hand hard, and for a moment the two men engaged in the age-old ritual of testing each other's strength. Lois realized what was going on and rolled her eyes. She knew Clark could easily crush Einstein's hand, realized too that he was just angry enough about Einstein's ogling to go a little overboard. She stuck out her own hand, determined to break the ritual before it got out of hand, so to speak. "Mr. Einstein," she said crisply. "Jo Miller. I'm Jerome's writing partner." Einstein took her hand a little gingerly, trying to conceal a wince. Continued in Part 2 ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1998 19:32:36 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JCWimmer Subject: Fanfic: Full Circle: Chapter 14 ... ahh, the end is near Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ***************************** Chapter 14 ***************************** Clark carefully carried the infant carseat into the house. He set it on the kitchen table, and then put down the large bag of formula, diapers, and instructions that the nurses had given him. He was still somewhat startled by all that had happened in the last few hours. He had arrived in the nursery to see CJ holding his brother, and carefully feeding him a bottle. After listening to twenty minutes of instructions from the nurses, CJ had burped the baby and strapped him carefully into the car seat. The baby wasn't much bigger than a regular newborn. The truth was, he probably could have gone home much sooner. Clark had begged the doctors to extend his stay, and they had done so for as long as they could. Now, the baby needed a home, and that was what he would have. After Clark had strapped the baby into the car, a skill he was still adept at although he hadn't done it in nearly fifteen years, he and Martha had driven home with the baby, allowing CJ to drive his truck into town to pick up Kat. Now, he found himself faced with caring for an infant. Martha followed him into the kitchen, and unstrapped the child from it's seat. Giving Clark a look that clearly told him that she didn't approve of his actions, she carried that baby into the living room while Clark began unloading the bag of baby things. When Clark entered the living room a few minutes later, he found his mother asleep with the baby sleeping on her chest. He carefully removed the child from his mother's arms and placed him in the crib. He managed to do this without actually holding the baby, he just quickly transferred him, and looked back at his mother. She was sound asleep, her head awkwardly leaning to the side. She hadn't even awakened when he had removed the baby from her hands. She was far too tired. As his father had told him, Martha was too old for this. She was nearly eighty, and she had been spending too much time caring for the rest of the family rather than herself. Clark closed his eyes as he felt another wave of guilt wash over him. He felt guilt over Lois's illness, CJ's neglect, his mother's fatigue, and his own ambivalence for his own child. His father had returned to Kansas to sign the final papers selling their farm, and Clark even felt guilty for that. There was guilt over Superman's absence, and guilt over his forgetting to do the grocery shopping this week. Clark was more miserable than he had ever been in his life, and he had no clue what to do with the emotions. Normally, he would use Lois as a sounding board, but she was so weak that he was afraid to do so. Still, he felt a need to be with her. He used the phone to call Mrs. Mosby, their next door neighbor. She had asked on several occasions if she could do anything to help, and this was as good a time to call in that request as any. She agreed to come right over, and to stay until either Martha awoke or until CJ made it home. After her arrival, Clark began to drive into Metropolis. When he encountered rush hour traffic, he pulled the car into the parking lot of a truck stop and locked it. Once he had walked into the trees behind the little diner, he spun into the suit and took off quickly. He really wanted to be with Lois, not driving back and forth. Clark did manage to run by a fast food restaurant and pick up a value meal for his wife. After signing a few autographs, and answering several children's questions about how he carried money in the suit, he began to wish he had taken the time to change before going into the restaurant. Clark landed behind the hospital in an alley. After scanning the area to ensure that he was not being watched, he spun back out of the suit. Wearing his jeans and T-shirt, with an unbuttoned flannel shirt covering his arms, Clark entered the hospital carrying his wife's dinner. He greeted a few nurses on the way up to Lois's floor, and then entered her room. He found his wife carefully lowering her water glass back to the bedside table. Even though the glass was plastic, and contained only a couple of ounces of water, the weight made her arm shake. With a disgusted sigh, she pushed the table away from herself, spilling water from the pitcher in the process. With that done, she finally broke into frustrated tears. Clark crossed the room quickly, and took Lois into his arms. He allowed her to cry until she was finished, stroking her hair and her back, and whispering nonsense into her ear. He held her upright as she sagged into him, too tired to maintain a sitting position on her own. When she was calm once more, he helped her to rest against the elevated head of her bed. "I didn't hear you come in," she told him. "I was quiet," he replied. "Are you ready to tell me what's wrong?" Gently, he stoked his fingertips down her arm, and took her hand in his. "Nothing," she lied. Then, with a sigh, "Everything." Lois shook her head. "I'm just tired of being so weak. I want to go home," she finally said, breaking into tears again. Clark watched her, and continued to hold her hand. He wanted her home, too, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to care for her adequately. Superman's return had made a live-in nurse a difficult proposition, and she still required constant care. He was fortunate that their medical insurance didn't have a cap, and he could keep her here as long as she needed to stay, just as the baby had been covered. Frankly, the only problems he wasn't facing were financial. Emotional, physical, and spiritual were a mess, but financially they were fine. There was a certain level of irony in that fact. Clark considered the situation as Lois pulled his hand to her chest and cuddled with it as she went to sleep. She often did this, held onto him during sleep, and it seemed to give her comfort. The bottom line was that he couldn't do everything. He could care for Lois's needs, but not for her and the baby, and work, and care adequately for CJ. His parents needed to get back to their lives. They needed to find an apartment and get settled, they had spent enough time taking care of him and his family. He had to work to maintain his insurance. He had used all of his vacation time when Lois had first become ill. She received a monthly disability check, but that was signed over to the insurance company as part of the hospitalization agreement. Money wasn't really a problem as long as he continued to work, but if he stopped to care for his family the medical bills would become impossible, and he didn't want to lose the house. His parents had done well enough financially since they had been living with him. They were receiving fixed incomes, but that didn't go far when you were eating out two or three meals a day, especially with the prices in the hospital cafeteria. The sale of the farm would pay off the debts that they had accumulated in the last few years of drought, but it wouldn't leave them much more than what they would need to rent an apartment in Claremont. He hated to even consider financial situations. After all, he had his wife back, or nearly back, and that was worth any price. Still, he did have to consider the practical side of taking her home. His medical insurance was designed for inpatient care, not outpatient visits, and having her here was the best decision financially. In addition to this, the memory of her collapsing in his arms was still vivid in his nightmares, and he was afraid that he couldn't get her help if he took her home. Maybe he was a little paranoid, or perhaps it was the illusion that one fell under when they spent too much time around hospitals, that the hospital staff was necessary to maintain health. Whatever the reason, he wasn't entirely comfortable taking Lois home this way, and he would have to explain that to her. Lois woke up nearly an hour later. Clark was thrilled to see her big brown eyes as she smiled up at him. She was still cradling his hand to her chest, and she now reached down to kiss his fingers. "You stayed," she said quietly. He smiled in response. "Always." Hearing something in his voice that she couldn't quite place, Lois asked him, "We need to talk, don't we?" "I guess we do," he replied. "What is it?" Clark sighed. This was so hard to admit. Dr. Friskin had once accused him of having a "Superman Complex", believing he could fix anything. The entire situation had taught him that he had very little control over anything, but it was still difficult to admit. "I just don't know if I can do this," he told his wife. "Do what?" "Everything," he said quietly. "I don't know if I can take care of CJ, and the baby, and you, and the Planet, and still be..." He lowered his voice to ensure that he wasn't heard beyond Lois's bed, "Superman." Lois considered her husband for a moment. "Well," she began, "I am getting better, and until I'm up to par I won't be going home. You really don't have to visit every day," she added, "I know that you have a lot that has to be done." Clark cut her off abruptly. "Lois, out of that whole list you and CJ are the only things that I *want* to do. You're what keeps me going." Lois met his eyes, and took his hand. "I notice that there was someone absent from that," she said. "What about the baby?" Clark lowered his eyes once more. "I'll take care of him," he said quietly. Lois knew that voice. It was the same one he used when he was talking about disciplining CJ or leaving her to go be Superman. He wasn't happy about the baby. "I see." Clark finally looked up into his wife's eyes. The pain he saw there tore at him. "Lois, I just don't feel anything for the baby," he admitted. "I don't even feel anger anymore, just ... nothing. It's like he isn't even ours. I don't understand it, and I hate it, but I can't change what I feel." His eyes pleaded with Lois to understand, but the hurt remained in her gaze. After a moment, he told her, "I'm sorry." "No," she told him, squeezing his hand gently. "You told the truth. I'm not angry, I'm just ... I don't know. I thought I'd be so excited about the baby, and I'm not. I thought maybe it was because I'd been so sick, but I'm starting to wonder if that's it." Lois paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts. "I wanted him so much, and now I feel like maybe it was the wrong decision to have him. I never felt like this with CJ, I was always to thrilled to have him, and I couldn't stand to put him down." She laughed softly at the memories. "Remember the time Perry jumped on me for bringing him to work in that backpack? I never wanted to be away from him, and this just feels so ... different." Clark considered what she had said for a moment before agreeing. "I'm worried about the baby," he told her. "Children need love, and that can't be faked. Lois," he said in a stricken voice, "I don't love him." Lois put her arms around her husband and held him as he cried. How long had he been holding it all in? He must have been so alone, for so long. She understood what he was feeling about the baby; she felt the same way. What she didn't understand was *why*. They had loved CJ unconditionally from the moment they had held him. He was theirs, and they had *felt* it, even before Dr. Klein's DNA tests had confirmed that he did have both of their genes. She wished they felt the same connection to the child that she had given birth to. ***************************** Bernard Klein stared at the lab report before him. He couldn't believe it! He felt so stupid, and yet so relieved. He hadn't been wrong! He clutched the report tightly and was half way out of the room before he remembered to check for the results on the second test. After printing these results as well, he held both papers tightly and scrambled from the room. Now, where were those car keys? ***************************** Clark was just finally dragging himself from Lois's side to return home when Dr. Klein came bursting through the door to her room. Lois jerked awake, and Clark whirled quickly to see who had invaded their privacy. He had begun to relax some, since the nurses had disconnected the monitors in Lois's room, but he lived in constant fear that someone would find out his secret. "Lois, Clark, I have to speak with you!" Dr. Klein was breathless with excitement, and his intensity stunned Clark enough that he didn't comment on the fact that Dr. Klein had awakened Lois. "What is it," Clark asked. He offered Dr. Klein a seat, but the older man declined. Clark sat back down on the edge of Lois's bed to await the news. He was pleased to see Dr. Klein here. He would always be grateful that the man had taken such wonderful care of his wife. When her illness had reached beyond his scope, he had enlisted the aid of the best medical doctors in the field, and had worked with them to keep her alive. He had managed the paperwork to keep the insurance company paying for her private room, and he had found the best pediatricians to care for the baby, and he had accomplished all this without raising questions as to why Lois had become ill. He had documented a rare blood disorder that kept Clark's secret, and had protected them both from the media as well as the hospital administration. Truly, Bernard Klein had been a friend as well as a scientist and physician, and Clark would forever be grateful. If it had ever occurred to him to be angry with the doctor for initiating the pregnancy, he certainly hadn't held a grudge. In fact, he was pleased that the doctor had helped them to grant Lois's wish. After all, Dr. Klein had been the one to suggest termination of the pregnancy, and her illness hadn't been his fault. Odd, though, that Clark's forgiving nature didn't extend to himself. Maybe not so odd, as he had always been harder on himself than those around him. Dr. Klein took a moment to regain his composure before he spoke. Clutching two wrinkled papers in his hand, he waved them before his face. "It's all here!" he announced. "I was wrong. It was a chemical reaction!" Lois and Clark looked at one another for a moment before confronting the doctor. "What *are* you talking about?" Lois asked. Dr. Klein looked stunned for a moment, then began at the beginning. "I've been doing some additional testing on the agent I used to facilitate fertilization," he began. Looking at the confused couple before him, be began again. "The chemical soup I used to help the egg and sperm join," he clarified. "We had assumed that it was the pregnancy itself that caused Lois's reaction, but that isn't the case. It was the formula." "But, you said that it was safe. I remember asking." Clark was confused. "It was," he answered. "The formula itself was safe. However," he said, waving the papers in front of him, "the combination of the formula *and* the HCG in Lois's bloodstream was nearly fatal." ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 05:11:34 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Stark Subject: Re: LNC Fanfic Kerth Awards a Huge Success! Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 05:56 PM 4/1/98 EST, Zoom quoted Jeff...: >>>>You, as >the reader, can do one simple thing to make sure Lois and Clark >live forever through fanfic. Give feedback. [snip].<<<< >I agree with this, but add a caveat. Trust your instincts, but if you're >uncertain, send it to someone whose opinion or style you admire and ask that >person. Random feedback can be confusing or even contradictory. One person >can say "the story dragged at this point" and the very next person can say >"this was my favorite part of the story" and they are talking about the same >segment. However, if several people comment on the same segment in the same >way, then you know that you did something good or needs work in that segment. I'm in total agreement. I'll add though that I have a lot of proofers (you know who you are) and if even one of them questions something, I figure they respresent some subset who will also question it and it behooves me to consider a rewrite or at least to clear things up perhaps. [snip other good observations] >...Most of the guys out there writing fanfic >are writing great fanfic, and it's a shame that they've been skipped because >they're often being pre-judged as writing "fanboy" stories Personally I think category needed another name. I've worked too long at being a gal to be a "fanboy" or to think I'm writing for them alone. one of my stories was nominated in this category, and I would have described it as a "coming of age story," not a "fanboy" story. Debby Debby@swcp.com getting back in the mood to write again... all for myself (I pay the bills) Maybe we'll be snowed in :) ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 18:36:42 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: SwimminDeb Subject: Re: Fanfic: Full Circle: Chapter 14 ... ahh, the end is near Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hi. I just joined the mailing list and I only received chapters 13 and 14 of Full Circle. Could you please send me parts 1-12 or let me know how else I can get them. Thank you for your time. From, Debbie ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 18:51:35 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JCWimmer Subject: Fanfic: Full Circle: Chapter 15: part 1 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ***************************** Chapter 15 ***************************** Simply put, the next couple of weeks were a mess for the Kents. Clark juggled his time between the paper, hospital visits, the occasional rescue, and the absolutely essential household chores. CJ did his best to study for his finals, in between caring for the baby and visiting his mom. He had to stop writing for the Planet, there just weren't enough hours in the day, but he tried not to worry about that. Jonathan and Martha finally found an apartment within their budget, and began to move some items into it. They knew that they would need to move out soon, because the baby moving around enough that the bassinet wouldn't contain him much longer. They had promised CJ that he wouldn't lose his room, so they needed to vacate the guest room to make room for a nursery. Frankly, they were worried about how Clark would manage nights without them in the house, but they weren't sure what to do about the situation. Martha was most concerned about CJ. She was afraid that nighttime care of the baby would fall to him. Granted, he was adept at caring for the infant, but he was a teenager. He had already given up his job under the pressure of final exams and child care, and they didn't want him to lose his summer as well. Nevertheless, the house could only accommodate so many full time residents, and the growing child would soon displace them. It was on one of many chaotic nights that the knock came on the front door. CJ was juggling a full bottle in one hand and an uncooperative baby in the other, so he asked Kat to get the door. When she opened the door, she was faced with a short man wearing an old fashioned suit and wire rimmed spectacles. She probably should have been worried about a stranger at the door, but he seemed familiar in an odd sort of way. "Why, you must be young Kathryn. How nice to finally meet you. My name is Herbert George, and I've come to speak with CJ." The little man spoke quickly. He had a friendly energy to his voice that belied his obvious age. Kat thought again that she should have been frightened, but instead she was slightly bemused. "CJ," Kat called over her shoulder. "There's someone here to see you." CJ entered the living room with his brother in one arm and a soggy diaper in the other. He passed the baby to Kat, then excused himself long enough to wash his hands in the kitchen. He returned carrying a warm bottle, and apologizing for the interruption. CJ didn't exactly recognize the man before him, but he did know who he was. He had heard dozens of stories about the little time traveller, and had in fact wanted to meet him. If anyone had any clues as to his origins, this would be the man. "Mr. Wells," he greeted the older man. "Please, have a seat." CJ indicated to the couch, and waited until the man seemed comfortable. Kat settled herself on a chair a few feet away, and began to feed the baby. "Oh, it certainly is nice to meet the two of you." The man said in the same friendly voice. What he wanted to do was to dive right into the issue, but he had learned with this boy’s parents that the direct approach was not always best. With that in mind, he decided to engage in a little friendly conversation. "Actually, it's pretty cool meeting you too," CJ answered. I've been wondering about a few things, and you seem the most likely person to answer my questions." "I'd be happy to help with anything I can regarding your past," Herbert told him. "I'm afraid I can't answer questions about the future, though, without causing problems in the time line." CJ smiled in understanding. "That makes sense, I guess. Anyway, my questions are about the past. Specifically, they're about *my* past. No one seems to know where I came from, or when I came from. I thought maybe you'd know." CJ tried to keep the hope from his voice, but was unable to do so. He wanted so much to know the answers. His life was so confused at the moment, and this one piece of knowledge would give him some comfort, even if it wouldn't solve his problems. Herbert looked slightly confused as he regarded the boy. He had believed that CJ understood his origins. The future CJ certainly had an understanding of his origins, and he was slightly unprepared for this. He glanced over at the baby and allowed a questioning look to slip through before he answered. "CJ, this is where you come from," he said, looking pointedly at the baby in Kat's arms. CJ looked completely confused. He had been expecting some cosmically brilliant answer as to why he was displaced from his own time, why he belonged here now rather than later, and this wasn't what he was expecting. He looked down at his brother for a moment. Sure, the baby looked like him, but it looked like his father too. Family resemblances were not unusual, and he didn't look *that* much like him. Kat alternated glances from CJ to the baby. She saw some resemblance, but not that much. Finally, she stood and carried the baby over to the far wall in the room, the wall where the family portraits were hung. She looked from the baby pictures of CJ to the child in her arms, and wondered if the label of "galactically stupid" was stamped on her forehead. It seemed so obvious. As she looked from the baby to the picture and back again, she was stunned at how similar they looked. It was rather obvious, now, and she wondered how they could possibly have missed it. CJ had followed Kat, and he too was looking from the baby pictures to the baby. It was him. It gave him an odd feeling to see himself, to know he had held himself. It was beyond weird. He looked back at Mr. Wells, who was just now rising to speak to them. "You are in the proper time, CJ, it's this baby that is out of time," he said. "That's why I'm here." ***************************** Clark sat next to his wife on her hospital bed. She was so much better now. She was nearly back to her old self. Now, she was sleeping, still in a form of shock from the news that had been delivered. Clark had been as stunned at his arrival home that night as he had been the night he had found CJ and the baby asleep in his bed. They had looked so sweet, and yet there had been a feeling of unreality to the situation that he hadn't understood. He did now. There was a level of comfort in the situation now that hadn't been present before. A type of understanding that he hadn't possessed. He wondered if this were taking the easy way out. After all, there was a certain amount of transition that was normal when an infant entered the home, and it made Clark feel like he was defying nature to allow this to happen. H.G. Wells had explained that he had entered this time to check on a temporal anomaly. Apparently, a time window had been opened into this general time frame, and he needed to check for disruption into the time line. They had not been able to find exactly when or why the temporal disturbance had taken place, but it didn't appear that Tempus, or any other villain, was at work. Wells presence did solve the problem of relocating the baby into his proper time. If the baby weren't sent back to 1996, CJ would not be here now. If the baby was sent back, they would loose the opportunity to raise him now. Of course, they had already raised him. Clark put his head back in his hands as the intricacies of time travel once more threatened to give him a headache. Lois was better. She had been starting to look forward to coming home, and the baby had been in that equation. Of course, she seemed less bothered about transporting the baby back in time than Clark, but she did appear to be in shock over the situation. They had always assumed that they had been sent CJ to protect him from some outside danger, but the only danger this baby faced was a busy family. Families had been raising their children for decades in working families, they had done so themselves, and it seemed like cheating to send the child to an easier time. Wells entered the room, and Clark raised his head to face him. "I'm sure you have reservations about this decision, Clark. Please, ask any questions that you have." Wells seated himself in the chair next to the bed, and waited for Clark to voice his concerns. "It just seems so strange," Clark began. "We have to choose something that should be out of our hands. It's confusing," he smiled. "But, it makes this strange sort of sense, too." Wells nodded his understanding. "How a temporal loop begins is a mystery to us all. The fact is, once a loop is initiated it *must* be carried out to maintain temporal stability. The circle must be completed, or the time line will change. There are elements that allow us to see when a temporal disturbance is taking place, and one of those is a feeling of ... wrongness ... for lack of a better word. Can you honestly tell me that it feels right to have this infant here, now?" Clark shook his head. "No, I can't. This has felt 'wrong' ever since I first saw him. I thought I was just angry or guilty because of Lois, but I guess I should have realized that it was more." "Having the child raised in this time line would make Utopia impossible. At seventeen, CJ is capable of dealing with the stresses that Lois's recovery and your parent's aging will impose. For that matter, he can be a remarkable help, and what he learns now will be instrumental in the formation of Utopia. His descendants will create a world that will be ideal for all of the inhabitants of Earth, but he can't do that if he is raised in chaos." "Clark," a quiet voice said from the bed. "The baby doesn't belong here. That's why it's been so hard." Lois leaned toward her husband, placing her hand on his leg. She gave a brief, bitter laugh before adding, "Why isn't our life ever simple?" Wells glanced at Lois fondly. "Are you feeling better, now?" It had concerned him when she had become so upset during their initial discussion, and he was pleased that she was showing her usual resilience. "I'm as well as I can be knowing that my baby is about to be sent nearly two decades into the past," she smiled once more. "Still, it does explains so much. I remember how right it all felt back then, and how hard it is now. Just the thought of facing the terrible twos is enough to make me ill, and I didn't know how I was going to get through it." Wells smiled his understanding. He hadn't realized the essential part he had played in situating CJ in time, but he was pleased that he could be a part of putting this family back where it belonged. They had been through so much, and the best part of their lives was just beginning. It was no wonder that they were awash in confusion when things began to go wrong. "When does he go back," Clark asked quietly. "I need to pick up the Interdimentional Transport Device from Star Labs, then I will meet you back at your house. That should give you time to explain things to your parents and also to prepare the baby for the trip." Clark nodded, and Herbert shook his hand before leaving the room. Turning back to his wife, he looked for the pain that he was sure to find at the loss of her child. Strangely, he saw nothing but the relief that he felt himself. "Are you okay with this, Lois?" Lois sighed, and then replied, "I suppose so. I can't imagine CJ growing up without Kat, and I couldn't live without the son that I have now. I just feel like I'm taking the easy way out, and I keep wondering what the catch is." Clark kissed his wife gently, and then prepared to confront his parents. They had been the grounding force for the baby, caring for him when his own parents could not. He had no clue how they would take this news, but they had to know. ***************************** Martha wrapped the infant in the dark blue blanket, and stroked his cheek once more. She would miss him, but she was grateful to know that she would be young enough to enjoy watching this child grow into such a wonderful young man. At least, she had been young enough, or was, or would be? The entire concept really confused her, but Clark seemed at peace for the first time in ages. She had always wondered why CJ's blanket had looked as new and fresh as the day Clark had arrived in it. CJ had carried the blanket for years, and it was a tattered mess that he kept hidden in his bottom dresser drawer, now. She had spent hours digging through boxes back at the farm until she had found Clark’s blanket, still new and fresh. It had been worth the effort to give him this. She covered the baby more tightly and kissed him gently. "I'll see you soon, little man," she told him. "I love you." With tears in her eyes, she turned back into the waiting arms of her husband. Jonathan had already said his good-bye, so he merely held his wife as she cried. CJ was next to say goodbye. He felt as though he was loosing his brother, and it hurt. Realizing that he held a part of this baby within himself was some comfort, but he would still miss the warm snuggling and sweet smell of the child. Someday, he planned to have children. Lots of them! He wanted to fill a whole house with them. Of course, not in his immediate future, but someday. CJ reached down to allow the baby to grasp his finger, then whispered a few words to the baby. Kat heard him, and stepped a little closer to CJ. Once he was finished, he stepped back, and put his arm around his best friend, both taking and giving comfort. Finally, Herbert carried the baby to Clark. After looking at him for a moment, Clark finally took the baby into his arms. He turned away from the group gathered, and spoke to his son. "Hey, little one. I know things have been tough here. They're gonna get better now. You are going someplace where people love you, and will take really good care of you." He caressed the infant's cheek, looking into the solemn brown eyes and for the first time seeing his son. He lifted the baby a little higher, and gently kissed his forehead. "That's for your mama. She wanted to be here, but we decided that this would be easier. You're gonna be with her soon, and she will be able to really enjoy you. Try to take it easy on her at first, she'll be new at this, and not too sure of herself. But, I'll tell you what, she's the best mom in the world, just as good as mine, and she'll take the very best care of you." Clark rocked the baby for a moment more, feeling again the love and attachment that he had felt for the little person that had been dropped in his lap so many years ago. He glanced down at the infant, now drifting off to sleep, and traced the side of his cheek with a tender finger. Knowing the wonderful person that this baby would develop into made the decision easier, and at once made it harder. With a sigh he conceded that the decision had never really been his at all, and with a final kiss he gave the child back to H.G. Wells. Herbert once more reassured them that what they were doing was right, and shifted the baby slightly to reach the keypad of the device in his hand. After touching a few buttons, a window appeared in the air, and he stepped into it. Clark stood quietly as his son was taken into another time, and then watched the window collapse upon itself and disappear. As Clark turned away from the empty space, he was enveloped in a hug by his parents. He held on, and allowed himself to cry for the loss of the few months he'd had with the baby. Perhaps, if he could have pulled himself from the grief and pain sooner, he could have enjoyed the baby, and perhaps not. The saddest part was that he would never know. ***************************** It was barely a week later that Clark carried his wife over the threshold of their home. It had been a long morning, and she was exhausted. There were balloons, banners, and flowers wall-to-wall in the living room. Friends from the Planet, neighbors, and even Lucy had joined together to welcome Lois back to her world. Amid the chaos, Lois put her head down on her husband's shoulder, and whispered in his ear. He nodded his agreement, and instead of stopping in the living room where all the craziness was centered, he carried his wife up the stairs and lay her down in their bed. With a sigh, Lois curled up on her side and went right to sleep, leaving Clark to face the people gathered downstairs. The group seemed to understand that Lois was too tired to deal with their party, and while they kept it quiet, they did stay to enjoy the food and conversation. Jimmy had flown in from New York, where he was working as a reporter for the Times. He casually flirted with a few of the guests, but the ring on his left hand demonstrated that the flirting was friendly, and not serious. Martha and Jonathan sat at the kitchen table with Lucy, discussing with her the pitfalls of parenting a teenager. Lucy was just drifting into this world, and she felt a little lost. Her husband had stayed home with the kids so that they wouldn't miss finals, and she was enjoying a little time to herself. Clusters of neighbors and Planet employees were scattered about the room, celebrating the return of one of their own. Clark drifted from group to group. He still felt some guilt that he had not tried harder to locate Lois's parents for the party, but she seemed almost grateful not to have to deal with her mother's smothering just now. He promised himself that as soon as things calmed down that he would go find them, and bring them up to date. The resolution eased his guilt somewhat, and he was able to enjoy some of the gathering, even as he felt detached from it. "Dad, why don't you just go upstairs for awhile. You look as tired as Mom did," CJ said as he returned from the kitchen with another case of sodas. "I'll make excuses if you want, but you were up all night, and you look like you need some sleep." Clark nodded vaguely in thanks. He was tired, and still feeling a little too much melancholy to deal with the festive atmosphere. With a sigh, he ascended the stairs, and let himself into the dimly lit room that he once more shared with his wife. She was curled onto her side, as she had been when he had left her. Clark made sure the door was locked, then pulled off his shirt and jeans. He carefully levitated and lowered himself next to Lois's side in the bed. He wanted to pull her close, but he was afraid that he would wake her. Instead, he curled onto his side facing his wife, and watched her sleep. He relaxed as he listened to her heartbeat, and was soon lulled into a state of relaxation that was neither fully awake nor fully asleep. He became more aware of her when she rolled away from him and then backed herself into his lap, snuggling spoon-style as they had always slept. With a smile, Clark put his arm around Lois and pulled her a little closer before giving in to the first true sleep he had experienced in over a year. ***************************** Lois awoke to the amazing warmth of her husband wrapped around her back. She wiggled her bottom back into his lap, and sighed as he pulled her closer. After a few minutes of contentment, she carefully pulled away from her husband. She sat up slowly, allowing herself to adjust to the faint dizzy feeling that still accompanied a change in position, then padded carefully to the restroom to tend to her morning business. Once her teeth were brushed, and her bladder relieved, she walked back through the bedroom and sat herself on the window seat. She considered cuddling with her husband, but he was still asleep, so he most likely needed that more than he needed her for the moment. CJ was already up. She supposed that he was enjoying the freedom of not spending his weekend at the hospital with her. She glanced down to see him running through the yard, dodging trees. She observed carefully, much as she had done years earlier when they had moved in. Once again, she saw him approach Kat, but this time instead of sitting with her, he wrapped an arm around her at a full run, turned, and pulled her to the ground. They landed in a giggling tumble of arms and legs, and rolled around for a few moments before settling into what appeared to be a discussion with Kat lying atop CJ's chest. Lois really considered going downstairs to find out what was going on. She was warm, though, enjoying the early morning sunshine. She did need to talk to her son. She had still heard voices from downstairs when Clark had come to bed, and she was certain that CJ had handled the end of the party. If she knew her son, the room would be spotless when she went downstairs. CJ was the most responsible child she had ever known, and it was that faith in him that kept her from checking on him when she saw Kat lower her lips to CJ's in a kiss that was part experiment, and maybe more. Discreetly, she turned away from the young couple, and gave a silent prayer that they would not get in too deep. As she turned from the window, she saw that Clark had not yet removed the bassinet from the corner of the bedroom. It was still sitting there, as though waiting for the baby to be returned to it. She sighed deeply, wondering what the little one was up to now. She supposed that she should feel some guilt for allowing the child to be sent away, but just looking out at CJ had reassured her that she had done the right thing. CJ belonged here now, with Kat. It was a minor miracle to find someone that you really belonged with in the world, and she was pleased that he had done so. After several more minutes, Lois began to feel sleepy once again. She was certain that the constant tiredness would fade with time, and the doctors assured her that this was the case, but she had found that now it was best to give in. She stood, and then took the couple of steps back to her bed. She sat down carefully, and with some difficulty pulled her legs up to the bed. By the time she had settled in, Clark was awake, and reaching over to pull her close. She rested her head on his chest, tangling her legs with his, and fell into a healing sleep. She was back where she belonged. Clark looked down at his sleeping wife, content to feel her heartbeat against his chest. He could hear CJ and Kat playing outside, and vaguely wondered what time it was, but he didn't care enough to check the clock. Lois was in his arms, and that was all he needed to know. He kissed her gently on the forehead, and allowed himself to drift back to sleep. ***** to be continued in a minute... ***** ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 18:53:10 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JCWimmer Subject: Fanfic: Full Circle: Chapter 15, part 2, and Epilogue Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ***************************** CJ caught Kat in a running tackle, and pulled her to the ground. She had dared him to catch her, and he had certainly done so. She laughed as he spun her through the air, and carefully cushioned her body with his as they hit the ground. He still hadn't mastered the levitation, but he could manage to remain airborne a few seconds longer than most. Kat playfully kicked at CJ, relatively sure that she couldn't hurt him. They rolled a few times in the soft grass, before she came to a stop on his chest. Looking down at him, seeing a light in his eyes that hadn't been there for so long, she felt a great deal of relief. "Okay," she relented. "So you are still faster than me. Boys are supposed to be faster than girls." CJ looked up at Kat and wondered at the softness atop him. She certainly didn't look soft. In fact, Kat was one of the most athletic girls he knew. She ran, played soccer, and had even tried out for cheerleading once, although she had dropped when she got her job. Still, there was a softness, both to her body and her eyes, that he hadn't seen before. He looked up into her wide green eyes and really considered giving her a hard time. In fact, he had just decided to really embarrass her when she leaned a little closer to him. Lost in the moment, he kissed her. He didn't plan it, or analyze it, he just felt it. He felt it from the warmth of his lips to the tips of his toes. Who would have thought that lips could have so many nerves? When Kat finally pulled back, looking down into soft brown eyes that were slightly fuzzy, she knew that something had changed. She tried to think of something brilliant to say, something profound and fitting to such a moment, but the only thing that came out was a whispered, "Wow." CJ looked up at his best friend, and had no clue what to do. This changed things, and he wasn't sure what to think of the situation. The one thing that he did know was that this was Kat. She was as much a part of him as his love of books and his skill with writing, and she would never hurt him. He echoed her whispered, "Wow," before reaching a hand up to wrap around her head, threading his fingers through the cool brown strands of hair. When his lips met hers this time there was less surprise, and more enjoyment, as he let himself get lost for a moment in the sensations. They stayed that way for a long time, just enjoying the newness of their first real kiss. Then Kat suddenly realized that something wasn't right. When she tried to pull back she realized that CJ was floating about six inches off the ground, levitating his own weight as well as hers. She considered mentioning it, but decided instead to just enjoy and not spoil the mood. After all, every girl wanted a boyfriend that was "super". ***************************** Epilogue ***************************** Herbert George Wells stepped from the window with a bit of a spring in his step. He had left the baby with a short note, just enough to tell Lois and Clark that the baby was theirs. He knew from the history books, and the legends of the current day, that this was all they would need. Frankly, he wouldn't have left that except for the innate honesty of Clark. The super hero most likely would have turned the child over to Child Protective Services, concerned that he was stolen or missing, without this little bit of help. He sighed as he sat in the self adjusting chair that dominated his living room. This was a wonderful time to live in. Aside from resting and enjoying the life here, he had no worries in the world of Utopia. Certainly, Lois and Clark's descendants had made this world a wonderful place. It had taken several generations, but it had all begun with the dedication and honesty of the reporting team that he had just left the baby with. He glanced up at the picture on the wall. It was one of several family portraits that the Kent's had taken over the generations. This particular shot held nearly thirty people, including CJ and Kathryn, their six children, and their children's spouses and children. They were a remarkable group, full of energy and life, and above all integrity. He briefly allowed his mind to wonder what would have become of Utopia if CJ had grown up in his birth time, rather than the time he was meant for, but he didn't allow the train of thought to go far. It simply wasn't meant to be. Without his proper placement in time, CJ would not have been what he should have been. In addition, he would not have met Kathryn, and his children would not only have been different, but their spouses would have been different. The near perfect world that he now enjoyed would not exist, and millions of lives would have been lost. It was not a world that he chose to think about. He had seen enough alternate dimensions to understand that a single change in history could violate a time line for an eternity. With a feeling of accomplishment, and gratitude that he could be a small part of the formation of Utopia, he leaned back in the chair and relaxed. Within moments, he slipped off to sleep, dreaming peaceful dreams. THE END!!!!!!!!!! (sort of ) ***************************** My Thanks...a word from the author ***************************** If you made it this far ... I figure you won't mind a little more rambling by the author. I have a lot of people to thank for their dedication and friendship, for without them, I never would have started, much less finished, this story. First, the authors. There are a number of specific authors that inspired me. Certain stories just stayed with me, and made me want to try. Thank you to Zoomway, Chris Mulder, Sheila Harper, Demi, Kathy Brown, and Erin Klinger. These are the ones who helped me to fall in love with fanfic, and without reading it, I never would have wanted to write. Next, to my friends. Anne, Annie, Erin, Carol, Julie, and Lissa (and many many other IRC buddies). You kept me going when I wanted to give up. You demanded the next chapter, and you graciously gave me such positive feedback. And Anne ... you kept me sane. :) Finally, a thank you to my "editors". I originally sent this story out in chapters to the list, and the feedback I received suggested changes, errors, and really kept me in line. I know I will miss someone, but I really need to thank: Sara, Wendy, Sheila, Laurie, Pam, Chris, Christy, Jenni, Deborah, Joan, Mariann, Allyson, Marie, Regina, Priscilla, Gay, Alyssa, Jeanne, Lucie, Linda, Deb, Donna, Anne, Cristin, Avia, and all the others who read, commented, and kept me "on track" to finish the story. A last note to Kathy Brown ... you were right, making Clark angry enough to send CJ away in order to protect the baby from himself was not a good idea. The closer I got, the more it just didn't work. I guess you did know more about this than me. There's a lot to be said for experience ... at least I found a way to finish the story without trashing it completely ... I am a persistant person. ;) Thank you all for reading ... I truly hope you enjoyed it, and were not permanently damaged by the WHAM. Sincerely, Crystal B. Wimmer JCWimmer@aol.com CrystalW on IRC ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 21:46:28 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Anne Campbell Subject: Re: Fanfic: Full Circle: Chapter 15, part 2, and Epilogue In-Reply-To: <6e010087.352424e8@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Excellent, Excellent story! I think it really closes the L&C story that began at the end of their fourth season - if one never read the 5th season stories, your 15 chapters could be the closure us L&C fans really needed. The WHAM was a good counterpoint to the ultimate outcome. WAFF's are best after a WHAM! - at least it didn't drag on like the 3rd season ARGH! - Anne Anne B. Campbell Reference Librarian campbell@library.pace.edu Pace University ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 3 Apr 1998 13:34:23 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lalapoop2 Subject: Re: Fanfic: Full Circle: Chapter 15, part 2, and Epilogue Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Full Circle SPOILER WARNING: Scroll Down if you are already done reading this story I loved this story! It was a great way to clear up the questions posed at the end of Season 4. I have to tell you I had a feeling (around Chapter 13 or so) that the baby was really going to be CJ, and while waiting for the next chapters to come out, I couldn't imagine a happy conclusion to that . My imagination came up with a conclusion to the story just about opposite of how your story actually turned out; by that I mean that CJ's wrong timeline was the *past* and he was actually supposed to be in the *present*. I imagined that he would cease to exist in the *present* timeline and would never be able to be with Kat growing up. It was depressing! I want to say I love the way you completed this story. The end was very satisfying. The goodbye Clark gave the infant CJ was bittersweet and brought tears to my eyes! Thanks again for a great story Crystal! (Wow I've never written quite so much about any fanfiction I read. You can take that as a compliment too!) Michelle J. Lala2 on IRC ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 3 Apr 1998 16:30:21 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Doris Schmill Subject: Online Round Robins International! OR An Invitation to #L&CFanfic Comments: cc: LOISCLA@VM.EGE.EDU.TR, lnc@snorre.fb12.tu-berlin.de In-Reply-To: <7803cacb.3522dca5@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" April 3, 1998 Hi, Folcies, Fanfic readers and writers! For about 6 months now, a bunch of us have been getting together weekly on Saturday afternoons -- or evenings depending on where you live ;-) -- to write or just watch "fanfic live." Our stories have have been posted to the fanfic list or even the Archive. The main thing, though, is writing together, being creative together, or just BEING together and having a good time. When I talked with a friend recently, we said that we enjoyed having people from different backgrounds there, me being excited to have made contact with a few more German potential fanfic readers/writers who I hoped might be joining us. When we "took inventory," we thought that there are a bunch of you out there who write or at least enjoy reading fanfic. My friend mentioned the British fans in particular, but we are sure that you are out there all over, and "all over" is what we would like to get! As L&CFanfic starts at a time that might make it possible for you Euro folcies to join us as well, we wanted to extend an invitation to you. :-) Please look for details below on when and where to find us. And a note here to "second language writers/readers": I am one, and so are a few of my friends. Don't let that keep you from joining us! We have people from a variety of backgrounds, some of fanfic's finest, freshly Kerth decorated, but also many newbie or wanna-be writers like myself. I have found that the native speakers have been very patient and happy to help; we're really all learning from each other. -- And, of course, nobody has to join in the writing. Seats in the "peanut gallery," as the audience's ranks are referred to, are comfy and completely free. ;-) We meet Saturdays starting at 3 pm EST and try to get into writing fairly thereafter. You can come and join the fun at any time, however. We are usually there for several since writing a story just takes time. A "running log" of the story is kept to bring anyone who either joins late or has to leave in between up-to-date. Time difference is one, if not THE major problem when getting together internationally. Normally EST is six hours back from CET (Central European Time), and five from GMT, but at the moment, there might be an additional hour difference because the US have not switch to daylight saving time yet. 3 pm EST is 10 pm CET at the moment; the rest of you guys will have to find out for yourself, please. Most of you are probably longtime IRC pros, but for those of you who don't know how to get there, you need an internet connection an IRC chat client program. You can download IRC clients for a variety of different operating system from: If you are using either version of windows, the program mIRC is probably one of the most popular and widely used programs. Most of those IRC programs are fairly easy to set up. Once you make it onto an undernet server or either #loiscla or #L&CFanfic, there are almost always people there willing and eager to help you. When you sign onto IRC, especially when you plan to write, please try and use the following UNDERNET server: toronto.on.ca.undernet.org This is to get around netsplits and lag, and it's the only undernet server all of us can get onto. If Toronto doesn't let you on at first try, please try again. It also helps if you enter the ports other then the default 6667 under "setup". Toronto has the ports 6660 through 6669 available. Since #L&CFanfic is "invite only", at least sometimes on "weirdo nights," please message Eileen (Eraygun) or Zoom, for example, if you want to join us. If an official "inviter" is designated, we will let you know. We should be hanging out on #Loiscla. Hope to see you there! Doris at dorisschmill@gmx.net OR dor2302@usa.net OR cschmill@zedat.fu-berlin.de OR schmill@students.go-on.net "The truth is, no one knows how long they've got. Anyway, it's not the years that count, it's the moments ... right now ... as they happen." (CK in BY) ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 3 Apr 1998 17:36:13 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sandra McDermin Subject: Re: LNC Fanfic Kerth Awards a Huge Success! Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII It's dangerous to have this list archived on the web.... I get too tempted. Jeff B. said with regard to "Unkown Emotions": >>Like everyone who didn't win - I was disappointed.<< This is one of the reasons I'm not too fond of award-type events.... But anyway, Jeff, if I had participated in the fanfic awards, I would have voted for you. (But, you already know that I like your story, in any case. And, isn't that better than receiving an award -- just knowing that *I* liked your story?) Actually, that does lead me to a point. (And, there it is. That little period at the end of the sentence. Ha? Pathetic, I know.) Anyway, what *I* value most (as do many others it seems) is feedback on stories -- negative or positive -- just as long as it's detailed. *And*, oddly enough, although I love feedback from everyone, I especially enjoy hearing from people who I don't know, because those are the people, who, *one would presume*, are judging the story totally based on its merits and not -- somewhat -- on a friendly relationship. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure the people on the L&C list who became my friends weren't trying to spare my feelings when they made positive comments about my stories, but I would guess that they *are* predisposed towards me. (I would hope that they were, anyway! ; ) So, when I don't recognize the name of the person writing me, I sometimes pay even closer attention to the response. (Boy, that doesn't sound quite right. *Now*, no one will tell me what they think --> Sort of like *not* putting your e-mail address on a story and, then, feeling depressed over the lack of a response. Who would do such a stupid thing?! ; ) Anywho, congratulations to all of those who were singled out for their fanfic-writing talents in *whatever* way that has happened. Sandy (who could never choose which of her 3 stories she liked the best. It's like asking which child I loved the most.... Okay ... With the first one, I made all my mistakes. As a result, it's a stiff child -- a little too serious. During the second one, I was more relaxed. It's breezy. The third one was quite impudent. I kept having to slap it down. Took a lot out of me, as I'm not getting any younger. At that point, I decided it was time to stop. *But*, lo and behold, nature gave me a surprise and I have another one due out this month by way of S5. That's what I get for saying "maybe" instead of "no". ; ) smcdermi@nas.edu ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 4 Apr 1998 20:00:25 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: DarlaW Subject: Dean's Movie Dog Boys airs tonight! Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hi all, just a quick note. I was perusing the tv guide to check tonight's listings (what can I say it's a rainy night in Georgia) and I saw a listing for Dean's movie Dog Boys. I thought this was going to be on Showtime first, but if it was I missed it. Anyway it airs tonight at 9:00 est on the Movie Channel. Hope this gets to you all in time to watch! ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 4 Apr 1998 21:51:22 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: JCWimmer Subject: Some reassurance for all the Newbies out there... Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: multipart/mixed; boundary="part0_891744683_boundary" This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --part0_891744683_boundary Content-ID: <0_891744683@inet_out.mail.aol.com.1> Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Well...We've all been newbies at one time or another. I personally feel pretty foolish about once a week...there is so much about computers that I just don't know. Whenever you feel REALLY stupid, just read this...there are people out there who have more trouble than you do...I'm just sure of it ;) Crystal In a message dated 4/4/98 11:40:44 PM !!!First Boot!!!, dwimmer@mail.neocomm.net writes: << ONE OF THE GIRLS I WORK WITH SENT THIS FROM HER HOME TO ME AT WORK. IT WILL MAKE YOU SMILE!!! >---------- >From: ROBIN REYNOLDS BOUSMAN[SMTP:rbousman@mail.neocomm.net] >Sent: Wednesday, April 01, 1998 8:10 PM >To: Harris, David >Cc: Wimmer, Elizabeth >Subject: THIS IS GREAT! > >Julie Bertrand wrote: >> >> Subject: FW: A true and funny story >> Date: Tue, 31 Mar 1998 19:33:20 -0800 >> From: brenda thiry >> To: "'Chris and Brenda Thiry'" , >> "'Julie Bertrand'" >> , >> "'Rene'e Ponzio'" , >> "'Sue/Gary Pieper'" , >> "'Tom & Jan Voyles'" >> CC: "'Chris and Brenda Thiry'" , >> "'Julie Bertrand'" >> , >> "'Rene'e Ponzio'" , >> "'Sue/Gary Pieper'" , >> "'Tom & Jan Voyles'" >> >> Subject: Fwd: A true and funny story >> >> >>>>>>This is a true story from the WordPerfect helpline. >> >>>>>>> > > Needless to say, the helpdesk employee was fired: >> >>>>>>> > > however, he/she is currently suing the WordPerfect >> >>>>>>> > > organization for "Termination without Cause." >> >>>>>>> > >> >>>>>>> > > Actual dialog of a former WordPerfect Customer >> >>>>Support employee: >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Ridge Hall computer assistant; may I help you?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "What sort of trouble?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden >> >>>>the words went >> >>>>>>> > > away." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Went away?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "They disappeared." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Nothing." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Nothing?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "How do I tell?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Can you see the c:\prompt on the screen?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "What's a sea-prompt?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the >> >>>>screen?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't >> >>>>accept anything I >> >>>>>>> > type." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Does your monitor have a power indicator?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "What's a monitor?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "It's the thing with the screen on it that looks >> >>>>like a TV. Does >> >>>>>>> it >> >>>>>>> > > have a little light that tells you when it's on?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "I don't know." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, then look on the back of the monitor and >> >>>>find where the >> >>>>>>> power >> >>>>>>> > > cord goes into it. Can you see that?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, I think so." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Great! Follow the cord to the plug and tell me if >> >>>>it's plugged >> >>>>>>> > > into the wall." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, it is." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "When you were behind the monitor, did you notice >> >>>>that there >> >>>>>>> > > were two cables plugged into the back of it, not >> >>>>just one?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "No." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, there are. I need you to look back there >> >>>>again and find >> >>>>>>> the >> >>>>>>> > > other cable." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Okay, here it is." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged >> >>>>securely into the >> >>>>>>> > > back of your computer." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "I can't reach." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Uh huh. Well can you see if it is?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "No." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Even if you maybe put your knee on something and >> >>>>lean way over?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle >> >>>>- it's because >> >>>>>>> > it's >> >>>>>>> > > dark." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Dark?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, the office light is off, and the only light I >> >>>>have is coming >> >>>>>>> > > in from the window." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, turn on the office light then." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "I can't." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "No? Why not?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Because there's a power outage." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "A power....A power outage? Aha! Okay, we've got >> >>>>it licked now. >> >>>>>>> > > Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing >> >>>>stuff your >> >>>>>>> > > computer came in?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, yes, I keep them in the closet." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Good! Go get them, and unplug your system and >> >>>>pack it up >> >>>>>>> > > just like it was when you got it. Then take it >> >>>>back to the store >> >>>>>>> > > you bought it from." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Really? Is it that bad?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, I'm afraid it is." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell >> >>>>them?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Tell them you're too stupid to own a computer." > >> --part0_891744683_boundary Content-ID: <0_891744683@inet_out.mail.aol.com.2> Content-type: message/rfc822 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-disposition: inline Return-Path: Received: from relay18.mx.aol.com (relay18.mail.aol.com [172.31.109.18]) by air17.mail.aol.com (v40.19) with SMTP; Sat, 04 Apr 1998 18:40:44 -0500 Received: from mail.neocomm.net (mail.neocomm.net [205.160.234.10]) by relay18.mx.aol.com (8.8.5/8.8.5/AOL-4.0.0) with ESMTP id SAA16735 for ; Sat, 4 Apr 1998 18:40:43 -0500 (EST) Received: from default (usr16.neocomm.net [208.22.179.116]) by mail.neocomm.net (8.8.8/8.8.5) with SMTP id SAA06915 for ; Sat, 4 Apr 1998 18:41:57 -0500 Message-ID: <3526C321.731B@neocomm.net> Date: Sat, 04 Apr 1998 18:32:49 -0500 From: Danny/Elizabeth Reply-To: dwimmer@mail.neocomm.net X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.01C-KIT (Win95; I) To: JCWimmer@aol.com Subject: [Fwd: FW: THIS IS GREAT!] Content-Disposition: inline Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Return-Path: Received: from mail.plumainc.com (mail.plumainc.com [208.9.98.4]) by mail.neocomm.net (8.8.8/8.8.5) with SMTP id HAA27925 for ; Thu, 2 Apr 1998 07:40:58 -0500 Received: by mail.plumainc.com with SMTP (Microsoft Exchange Server Internet Mail Connector Version 4.0.994.63) id <01BD5E0A.966F1C70@mail.plumainc.com>; Thu, 2 Apr 1998 07:40:20 -0500 Message-ID: From: "Wimmer, Elizabeth" To: "'dwimmer@neocomm.net'" Cc: "'AuckerSP@merck.com'" Subject: FW: THIS IS GREAT! Date: Thu, 2 Apr 1998 07:40:18 -0500 Return-Receipt-To: X-Mailer: Microsoft Exchange Server Internet Mail Connector Version 4.0.994.63 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ONE OF THE GIRLS I WORK WITH SENT THIS FROM HER HOME TO ME AT WORK. IT WILL MAKE YOU SMILE!!! >---------- >From: ROBIN REYNOLDS BOUSMAN[SMTP:rbousman@mail.neocomm.net] >Sent: Wednesday, April 01, 1998 8:10 PM >To: Harris, David >Cc: Wimmer, Elizabeth >Subject: THIS IS GREAT! > >Julie Bertrand wrote: >> >> Subject: FW: A true and funny story >> Date: Tue, 31 Mar 1998 19:33:20 -0800 >> From: brenda thiry >> To: "'Chris and Brenda Thiry'" , >> "'Julie Bertrand'" >> , >> "'Rene'e Ponzio'" , >> "'Sue/Gary Pieper'" , >> "'Tom & Jan Voyles'" >> CC: "'Chris and Brenda Thiry'" , >> "'Julie Bertrand'" >> , >> "'Rene'e Ponzio'" , >> "'Sue/Gary Pieper'" , >> "'Tom & Jan Voyles'" >> >> Subject: Fwd: A true and funny story >> >> >>>>>>This is a true story from the WordPerfect helpline. >> >>>>>>> > > Needless to say, the helpdesk employee was fired: >> >>>>>>> > > however, he/she is currently suing the WordPerfect >> >>>>>>> > > organization for "Termination without Cause." >> >>>>>>> > >> >>>>>>> > > Actual dialog of a former WordPerfect Customer >> >>>>Support employee: >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Ridge Hall computer assistant; may I help you?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "What sort of trouble?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden >> >>>>the words went >> >>>>>>> > > away." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Went away?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "They disappeared." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Nothing." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Nothing?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "How do I tell?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Can you see the c:\prompt on the screen?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "What's a sea-prompt?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the >> >>>>screen?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't >> >>>>accept anything I >> >>>>>>> > type." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Does your monitor have a power indicator?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "What's a monitor?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "It's the thing with the screen on it that looks >> >>>>like a TV. Does >> >>>>>>> it >> >>>>>>> > > have a little light that tells you when it's on?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "I don't know." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, then look on the back of the monitor and >> >>>>find where the >> >>>>>>> power >> >>>>>>> > > cord goes into it. Can you see that?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, I think so." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Great! Follow the cord to the plug and tell me if >> >>>>it's plugged >> >>>>>>> > > into the wall." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, it is." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "When you were behind the monitor, did you notice >> >>>>that there >> >>>>>>> > > were two cables plugged into the back of it, not >> >>>>just one?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "No." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, there are. I need you to look back there >> >>>>again and find >> >>>>>>> the >> >>>>>>> > > other cable." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Okay, here it is." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged >> >>>>securely into the >> >>>>>>> > > back of your computer." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "I can't reach." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Uh huh. Well can you see if it is?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "No." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Even if you maybe put your knee on something and >> >>>>lean way over?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle >> >>>>- it's because >> >>>>>>> > it's >> >>>>>>> > > dark." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Dark?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, the office light is off, and the only light I >> >>>>have is coming >> >>>>>>> > > in from the window." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, turn on the office light then." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "I can't." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "No? Why not?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Because there's a power outage." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "A power....A power outage? Aha! Okay, we've got >> >>>>it licked now. >> >>>>>>> > > Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing >> >>>>stuff your >> >>>>>>> > > computer came in?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, yes, I keep them in the closet." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Good! Go get them, and unplug your system and >> >>>>pack it up >> >>>>>>> > > just like it was when you got it. Then take it >> >>>>back to the store >> >>>>>>> > > you bought it from." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Really? Is it that bad?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Yes, I'm afraid it is." >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell >> >>>>them?" >> >>>>>>> > > >> >>>>>>> > > "Tell them you're too stupid to own a computer." > --part0_891744683_boundary-- ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 13:22:11 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gary Subject: The Ten Commandments MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hmm, the cast of Lois & Clark in the roles of the Ten Commandments... Moses = Clark/Dean Cain Sethi (old Pharaoh)= Jonathon/Eddie Jones Rameses (bald guy ;) = Lex/John Shea Nefretiri (throne princess) = Lois/Teri Hatcher Bithiah (adoptive mom) = Martha/K Callan Joshua = Jimmy/Justin Whalin Jethro (Moses' father-in-law) = Perry/Lane Smith Aaron = Ching/Jon Tenney Elisheba (Moses' wife) = Mindy Mcready Additions/Changes invited... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= | Gary A. Rudick mailto:gar8434@rit.edu | | "You decide what you feel heaven is worth" - Deborah Gibson, TWYH | =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 13:32:54 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Anne Campbell Subject: Re: Dean's Movie Dog Boys airs tonight! In-Reply-To: <25e24b74.3526d7ab@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII So, when will the Dog Boys movie go on video? I must rent it - I don't get the fancy cable channels. - Anne Anne B. Campbell Reference Librarian campbell@library.pace.edu Pace University On Sat, 4 Apr 1998, DarlaW wrote: > Hi all, just a quick note. I was perusing the tv guide to check tonight's > listings (what can I say it's a rainy night in Georgia) and I saw a listing > for Dean's movie Dog Boys. I thought this was going to be on Showtime first, > but if it was I missed it. Anyway it airs tonight at 9:00 est on the Movie > Channel. Hope this gets to you all in time to watch! > ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 10:23:50 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nancy Subject: Re: Dean's Movie Dog Boys airs tonight! In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >So, when will the Dog Boys movie go on video? I must rent it - I don't >get the fancy cable channels. > >- Anne I don't know when or if it will go to video, but we subscribed to The Movie Channel for the month of April just to get this movie. I've already taped it for myself and for Peace9. It will air twice this coming Wednesday and probably several more times this month. If anyone wants a copy for the cost of the tape plus postage, e-mail me privately. Nancy in Seattle mrspeel@blarg.net ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 17:51:21 -0400 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Cristin J Whitley Subject: Fanfic (kinda) Hey,all. This isn't really afanfic. I just got bored and started writing. Well, it IS about Lois and Clark. Here you go.... ***Cristin Whitley :o)***CKandLL4ever@Juno.com*** I love Superman!!!!! "You hear everything. You see everything. It's like being married to St. Nick!" LL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was a great writer. She was the best of the best. As hard as she worked, she never quite felt complete. Something was missing in her life. What, she didn't know. So, she kept on working. She had lots of success at work. She had many failures in relationships, but she kept trying. He was the new guy. Trying to fit in was his major goal. He was assigned as her partner. It was the biggest thrill of his life. She worked alone. Always had, always would. A partner was like a trap for her. He was an unwelcome addition to her life. She looked at him and saw an obstacle. He was just another person to get in her way and pull her back. He was attractive. She couldn't deny it, but she'd been hurt before. She didn't trust anyone. She didn't trust any man. She was always trying to be her daddy's little boy. Her dad hadn't wanted a girl. She did things differently. She hid her feelings behind her work. Yet, her femininity shined through. He looked at her and saw a dream. He wanted to be her friend. He wanted to be her lover. He wasn't used to being close with a woman. Sure, he'd had girlfriends before, but the relationships were always brief and meaningless. He had never felt such a physical attraction for any woman. He tried to get to know her, but she kept pushing him away. He never stopped trying. While others found him charming, she thought he was annoying. He would do anything for her. She wanted to do everything for herself. Gradually, she began to like him, but she wouldn't admit it. Things she used to see as downfalls became his cute little quirks. She started to love him. They got together. It was what evryone was waiting for. It was what everyone was hoping for, what everyone was praying for. It was better than anyone could have imagined. They went together like peanut butter and jelly. They had their fights, but every couple did. In the end they always came back to each other, back to their love. She was a great writer. She was the best of the best. Finally, she felt complete. She found that something that was missing. It was him. Their love was the missing piece in her life. He was her guy. Keeping her happy was his major goal. He would always be her partner. It was the biggest thrill of his life. He lived with her; he lived for her. She worked with him. She couldn't remember why she hadn't wanted to. A partner was the best thing that ever happened to her. He was a big part of her life, an irreplaceable part. She looked at him and saw love. He was anything but just another person to get in her way. He never pulled her back. Instead, he helped her move forward. She trusted him. She did things differently. She shared her feelings with him. He looked at her and saw his wife. He was her friend. He was her lover. He was close with a her. He had never felt such a physical attraction for any woman. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 5 Apr 1998 14:59:41 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Leanne Shawler Subject: S5: A Matter of Trust (final) (1 of 5) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" A Matter of Trust by Leanne Shawler edited by Diane Levitan TEASER A heavy spring rain made the streets wet and slippery. Beth Luthor carefully stepped off the sidewalk and out onto the road, looking each way down the dark street as she did so. An engine revved up and Beth turned, startled at the sound. Headlights blinded her and she flung up an arm to shield her eyes . She began to run, but she wasn't going to be fast enough, the car was heading directly for her. She drew in a breath to scream but before she could, a gust of air caught her up and away. Beth opened her eyes. "Su-- Superman?" "Are you all right, Mrs. Luthor?" Superman asked as they hovered above the city streets. "Y-y-yes," Beth stuttered. "Thank you." Superman squinted, looking beyond her, before turning a kind smile to Mrs. Luthor. "Can I drop you somewhere?" Beth nodded. "If it isn't too much trouble, I was on my way to see my uncle. It's at 15th and Wordsworth." Superman flew the trembling woman to her destination. "Are you sure you're all right? I'll let the police know --" He was cut off by more of Beth's stammering. "N-no! Please! I should have looked before I crossed. I'm always being stupid and clumsy like that." Superman frowned at her disapprovingly, but didn't argue and flew off into the Metropolis night sky. ***** "Lois?" Clark alighted through their open bedroom window, having just completed his rounds for the evening. "Lois?" A note of panic entered his voice, as she was nowhere to be found. Then he heard a heavy thud above his head. "Lois!" Very worried now, Clark zoomed for the attic. He found Lois sitting on the floor. She looked up at him and smiled. Clark saw instantly that her smile was shaky. "Clark!" she exclaimed cheerfully, although her voice wobbled. "You're back!" Clark dashed to her side and put his arm around her. "Lois, are you all right?" he asked. "I heard a loud bang. Did you fall? Are y