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| kittsbud | Sat Aug 14, 2004 10:47 am Post #121 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Okay, sorry about the delay, but I'm a busy gal
;) Lex was waiting as the elevator doors hissed open and Clark emerged looking a little more singed than before. “We have to hurry; your dad can’t hold everyone off for much longer.” Kent nodded and used his x-ray vision to scan the corridor for a bathroom. “Okay, we’ll need Lois to stay behind and say she’s in the bathroom with me as I’m feeling sick from what happened to me earlier…” “Won’t they think it strange Chloe or one of your parents isn’t the one to be with you?” Lex raised a brow and glanced up as he heard someone approaching. Clark shook his head and hopped back in the elevator. “I don’t want them up here, they’ve been through enough. Ryan and Karyn need medical attention and I want someone to be there for them when they get down. Lois is the next obvious choice, Lex. She is my partner.” With a slight whoosh Clark soared back up through the opening in the ceiling ready for his first trip down. “Just get as many as you can in this car.” “What about safety limits to how many passengers it can hold?” Lex shouted up, but Clark was already placing the emergency exit plate back down. “Don’t worry, I’ll be holding it up, there can’t be too much weight.” Lex rolled his eyes. Even after everything he had seen, he’d never truly get used to seeing Clark’s powers. He was forever reminding himself about them, and trying not to gawk. Finally, the person he had heard getting near arrived. It was Jonathan, and he didn’t look happy. “I can’t stall any longer, Lex. We have to tell them something.” Lex smirked. “Tell them the elevator is working now, and we’re ready to take passengers. Just don’t ask me to explain how we did it,” When Clark’s dad didn’t immediately move he added, “May I suggest women, children and the injured first?” Jonathan sighed and realized he’d been in some kind of daze. After leaving Clark and Lex to do their work he’d returned to find Berman feverishly working on Karyn again. Without any help it was so easy for things to change in a matter of moments. Karyn needed better medical help, as did several others. Martha was frantic over her daughter, her son, and her grandson. Chloe was now in the mood to punch someone’s lights out after getting over her initial shock, and Stillwater was suddenly getting very suspicious that something strange was going on. Add to that an out of control fire, and some extremely irrational guests and you had a very bizarre and terrible situation. Only Lois seemed to still be in any kind of control of her emotions…well apart from Lex and Clark. “I’ll start bringing them through and get word to O’Halloran what’s going on. Where’s Clark?” Lex pointed up inside the lift to his unseen friend. “Safety precaution,” He explained, “and we’ll need Lois to be his cover. Think she can handle it?” Jonathan smiled weakly. “From what I’ve seen she’s about the only one who can. I’ll send her through first.” The tired farmer scurried back towards the main group and at last believed they may have some hope. He knew Clark would forsake keeping his powers a secret if it meant using them to save everyone, but this way that may not have to happen. His footfalls echoed along the hazy corridor long after he had vanished into the whirling smoke that was becoming denser by the minute. Lex gulped as he watched the man leave, and abruptly wished he had had a father of similar integrity. Five minutes later the first batch of people were ready to make their trip down to the lobby. They huddled together in a silent group as O’Halloran gave a quick recital of ‘How not to panic in a confined space’. Chloe thought it was a waste of precious time and nearly told him so. Like where are we going to run to if we get claustrophobic, or if the lift falls down the shaft? Ryan cooed, wriggling in her now fatigued arms, and his attention seeking saved the fire chief an embarrassing moment from one very mordant feeling reporter. Chloe rocked the noisy tot to hush him, but Ryan was getting bored and fidgety rather than feeling sleepy. If there were any ill effects from his fall, they were still not showing themselves. Even so, Lex had insisted they be among the first group in the lift, and Chloe wasn’t arguing. I just wish Clark didn’t have to do this more than once! He might be super but he’s been through enough tonight. “Chloe, your turn.” O’Halloran ushered her into the car with Martha, Berman, Karyn, Pete, Daryl, and several other women and injured people. As she entered, the doors closed behind her with a thunk. It was stuffy inside the little metal box, and it felt like she had just walked into a communal funeral casket. Chloe inhaled and smiled at everyone else, but it was a weak effort. They were all tense, scared and very much wanting to be on the ground floor. She looked up, and even though she couldn’t x-ray the roof like Clark could have, she knew he was there to watch over her, and those people with her. It was comforting for all of about two seconds. When the elevator began its descent, not one occupant dared to even take a breath. It felt like the car was actually grating on the lift shaft walls all the way down, and it moved painfully slowly…or at least it seemed to, but then all of time seemed to have come to a stand still. Chloe bit her lip and closed her eyes, and even Ryan stopped squirming. This feels just like that old movie Clark is always watching, ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’. She shuddered reflexively, and at the same moment, so did the elevator. It wasn’t like it was coming to a halt, but more like something above had snapped and then something else had yanked the car back with a jerking motion. Oh my Lord! Chloe guessed what was going on, but some of the others in the car who hadn’t simply decided to scream. Under the circumstances, screaming wasn’t such a bad idea, and Chloe involuntarily joined them. Above the elevator, Clark was hovering in a fog of thick smoke, while trying frantically to keep a grip on the severed cable that once had held the car in place. The strands of thick wire had frayed in one spot, and had finally twisted and separated about half way through the journey down the shaft. Normally, keeping the elevator from jolting or falling wouldn’t have been a problem- not even one handed. But right now, Clark’s still recovering senses had had the bad timing to ‘phase out’ on him, and he felt lightheaded and weak. It was almost like the time he had been driving the family truck with Pete, when they’d rescued his ship from the DCA people. The dizziness had past that time, as did the loss of strength, and Clark knew if he waited it would again. I’m not infected with anything like I was then. It’s just the residual effects of my exposure to the Kryptonite. I just need to keep control for a few seconds longer… As if to taunt him, the cable in his hands began to slip, pulling through his grease covered palms and making the elevator judder again. From within, Clark could hear the howls of anguish as the passengers began to panic. One he knew belonged to Chloe. The noise reverberated in his skull, piercing his emotions like a newly sharpened saber thanks to his attenuated auditory abilities. Kent shook himself. He had to push his infirmity aside somehow. I’ve fought Kryptonite’s effects before! The cop talked himself through the giddy spell, thinking only of the lives below that were depending on him, and eventually he started to gradually lower the lift again. There was very little cable left to keep a grip on, and it was getting harder to stop it from sliding through his fingers. At one point, Clark considered melting the elevator in place with his heat vision if he should lose his tenuous hold. But then they’ll be stuck in the shaft as the inferno approaches! He continued downward, increasing his speed as much as he dared until abruptly the car finally approached the lobby exit. There were floors below for parking and other utilities, so Clark swiftly found a large metal cross member within the shaft and tied the cable to it at the right height to hold the car in place. He still couldn’t weld it in position because there was going to have to be a return trip for the other people left behind. Patiently, Kent waited as everyone from the elevator was rescued by incredulous emergency services staff. He watched carefully that the cable didn’t slip or begin to break again. Then, after removing his shirt and wiping the dirt and grease from his hands, he untied the cable and started his second trip. I sure hope those rescue teams don’t figure out this lift shouldn’t be working. This time, with his wooziness gone, and his hands cleaned, it was much easier to traverse the distance and pick up the remaining guests. Only Lex, Lois and Jonathan stayed behind, so that on the final journey Clark could fix the lift in position, and then hop down inside from the roof without any suspicion. For once, everything ran like clockwork. His heroic deed done, Kent tugged the ceiling plate back and smiled as he joined his dad and two friends in the elevator ready to be ‘rescued’ by the fire services. Jonathan still looked pretty serious, but he couldn’t help his lips curling in a slight smile as he waited for the doors to be opened. “Son, I sure hope there aren’t any female paramedics out there…” Clark didn’t get it. He looked to Lex and Lois who both gave him the same amused stare, and then glanced down at himself. Apart from the ‘fake’ bandage Berman had applied earlier his muscular torso was quite bare. He grinned the Kent ‘super smile’ “If there are any, I’m sure they’ll give me a blanket…” He winked mischievously, and then grew more sober as the doors were pried open for the last time. Outside of what was left of Lex’s Plaza looked like a war zone. Several nearby streets had been cordoned off by the police, and the dazzling lights from an overabundance of emergency vehicles illuminated the night sky. Thankfully, among them there were more than enough ambulances to take care of the injured. Clark walked over to the nearest rig and waited as they loaded his little sister inside. Martha and Jonathan were both with her, but he had stayed back a little in case someone had wanted to check out his now non-existent injuries. He had indeed been given a blanket by an EMT, and the red coverlet was now draped over his shoulders, hiding the grime and dried blood from his ordeal. “I’m sure she’ll be fine, Clark.” Lex placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “You know she’ll have the best money can provide.” Clark nodded, but he wasn’t really hearing anything. He simply stared as the ambulance took off with its sirens abruptly wailing for people to get out of its path. “If you really think this could be Lucas returned from the grave, then I want to know more…” Lex inhaled and placed both hands in his torn trouser pockets. Briefly, he turned to gaze at his shattered dream, now still burning like a beacon in the heavens. “I do think it was Lucas, but tonight that can wait. Everything can wait. You should be with your family.” The Senator gestured to where Chloe and Ryan were getting checked over again by Berman. Clark had wanted them both to go to the hospital, but Chloe was still insisting that may be a bad idea. She was convinced their son may still be ‘more like his father’, and that medical facilities may be a cause for concern. “Thanks, Lex, but I have a feeling my boss is going to want answers to what happened here, and I doubt he’ll wait.” It was an excuse, even Captain Manning wasn’t that much of an ogre, but Luthor wasn’t falling for it. Lex pulled his old friend towards a waiting limo that was parked outside the police lines. “Oh, I think I have enough pull in this city to keep Manning quiet for one night,” he smirked. “Lana and Paul are looking after Daryl, and you, Chloe and Ryan are coming back to my place for a shower and some peace. We’ll call at the hospital on the way…” Kent sighed and nodded. Sometimes Lex could be a formidable opponent in a verbal argument. He must get that from his dad! “Okay, I give in for now, but I still want to know more in the morning. Whoever was responsible is going to pay.” Lex opened the stretched Mercedes’ door before his chauffeur could even climb out, and steered Clark onto its pure white leather seating. “I agree, but for tonight I think I better get your wife in here before she decks someone.” Another impish grin played across Lex’s features and he shot Chloe a glance. The reporter still cradled Ryan, but was now glaring at a female EMT who had yet to take her eyes off Clark. She was the one who had provided the blanket, and had all too eagerly offered to check the unnessacary dressing Berman had applied. “Ah,” Kent grimaced, “I guess Dad did warn me about this…” Lex laughed rarely, but he couldn’t stifle a small chortle. “Next time you play hero, carry some spare wardrobe with you!” With that he jogged through the crowds and somehow persuaded Chloe to join her husband in the limo. It had been a long night, and it wasn’t even over yet. Tomorrow would be an even bigger challenge. TBC... |
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| Caitlin1689 | Sat Aug 14, 2004 5:33 pm Post #122 |
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Oooh, very good!! And I LOVE your banner by the way. It's great! |
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| HAD1 | Sun Aug 15, 2004 2:06 pm Post #123 |
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Hi my name's Hayley. i love the memento Mori Storys. :D |
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| kittsbud | Sun Aug 15, 2004 4:01 pm Post #124 |
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
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Hi and welcome! I'm a little slow on posting updates due to sitework, but there is lots more to come yet :) Thank you for your kind words Dawn |
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| HAD1 | Mon Aug 16, 2004 4:33 am Post #125 |
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I don't care if the updates are slow. I love the story so much that i can wait forever for the update. :D |
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| Renee | Mon Aug 16, 2004 7:10 am Post #126 |
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Nice of you to give Suz a cameo in your story, Dawn! ;) :LOL: Good stuff -- keep it up! |
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| Whitetiger4 | Mon Aug 16, 2004 7:43 am Post #127 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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;p HA! U funny Renee! :rofl2: You really think I'd act like that??
:angel: :thud: |
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| draconix | Mon Aug 16, 2004 10:22 am Post #128 |
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Nice update, and I totaly missed the cameo. Thanks for pointing it out
:) Also like the reference to a change of wardrobe :D |
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| kittsbud | Thu Aug 19, 2004 12:50 pm Post #129 |
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7.35am The next morning The Metropolis Hilton. Daryl swung his legs from his hotel bed and looked dejectedly out the window. It was a dull morning in a dull city, and he couldn’t help but feel alone. He’d been given the room joined to Lana’s, and although in the past he’d spent considerable time with her, he still felt ill at ease. It wasn’t really Lana, but more her new man Stillwater that gave him the creeps. Paul wasn’t a bad man, Daryl knew that, but he had a suspicious nature, and that could be bad for Clark, maybe Daryl too. A grumbling noise followed by a hollow feeling in his stomach reminded Daryl that he hadn’t eaten in awhile, and he decided it was a reasonable hour to waken Lana. He’d been up most of the night worrying about Karyn, but so far he hadn’t had the nerve to use his unnatural abilities to check her fate. It just didn’t seem right. Slowly and deliberately, Daryl tugged on a pair of jeans and t-shirt Lana had collected for him and headed for the adjoining door. He had intended to knock and then politely ask about breakfast, before daring to ask about Karyn. What if? As he reached out a hand to start to rap something stopped him. Paul Stillwater was already inside Lana’s room. It wasn’t exactly eavesdropping, because he’d intended to knock, but Daryl couldn’t help but hear them whispering. At first he couldn’t make much out, but he knew he heard the name Kent on more than one occasion. The kid’s heart sank. It must be Karyn; they know something, so why haven’t they come in and told me? It must be bad news. Suddenly, Daryl didn’t want to knock anymore. Spinning around on the balls of his feet he jumped back on his bed and buried his head in the pillow. It was something he often did when he couldn’t face the world, but it never took away the pain-not ever. Ten minutes passed and Daryl rolled over onto his back and stared at the ornate ceiling. It was too much to wait now, he had to know. Reaching out, he fumbled among the few personal objects scattered on the bedside table. They were all he’d been carrying the night before, and among them was what he needed. A small leather wallet engraved with the initials DK called out to him like a siren. It had been a gift from Karyn the day the Kents had officially adopted him, and he had taken the family name. There was only a few dollars inside, but it was the tactile sensation he required now. Something he could latch on to from the girl he now knew as a sister. Daryl focused on the thought, just like he always did, and a terrible sense of death abruptly came upon him. He almost balked at the horrid sensation in his gut that had replaced the earlier hunger, but instead he stayed the course and pressed the thoughts of Karyn to the forefront of his mind. The foreboding didn’t go away, but it slipped to the far corners of his consciousness as an image of a hospital room came into view. Daryl rubbed the wallet with his fingertips, urging more visions of the future from his engineered psyche. The room became clearer, and the youth realized that Karyn was lying quietly in the bed in the center of the picture. She looked peaceful as Martha sat by her side, holding her small unmoving hand. She’s not dead! So, what were Lana and Paul discussing? And why do I have this awful feeling of death? The thought that Karyn could yet still die entered his head, but Daryl dismissed it. It was funny, but he usually could interpret what he saw pretty well, and he was convinced somehow that Karyn was going to be okay. The news should have left him euphoric, but it didn’t. Daryl rolled over again, knowing his mind wasn’t going to let the dreadful feeling go until he’d seen something more- something bad. He screwed his eyes tightly closed and gave into the punishing sensation. It was then that the disorientating and extremely confusing revelation came. The first flash of imagery was of Clark and Lois approaching a building. Before Daryl could focus on detail the visualization changed. It was like some monochrome movie, but he somehow knew he was now seeing the inside of the same building, but in a different time frame. Huge vats filled his view, and the grubby appearance seemed to denote the structure was unused. Someone yelled abruptly, and a boy of around ten suddenly ran into the picture. He looked back, afraid of what was coming, like the devil or worse was chasing him. A man in black jumped from the rear of one of the liquid containers and grabbed the boy, but not from behind as the kid had expected. Somehow, he had managed to get in front and had captured the kid as he ran past. The boy struggled, kicking and screaming as he was almost held aloft with the stranger’s angry grip. There were words said between them, but Daryl couldn’t discern anything meaningful. All he could see was the man’s hate-filled eyes and lean, craggy features. Oh boy, the dude looks like he belongs in some vampire movie! The ominous sensation welled up again, and Daryl blinked as his mind jogged back to Clark and Lois. This time they too were inside the disused building, but now they were standing before one of the rusty vats. Clark’s expression as he gazed inside the container was one of surprise and of sadness. Something bobbed within a thick viscous-like fluid. Daryl didn’t know how, but he knew it wasn’t water, and that the ‘something’ was more than just an old jacket. The scene seemed to zoom in, and Clark put a hand to his head as he recognized his murder investigation’s newest victim. The pain on Clark’s face was too much for Daryl to bear, and instinctively he withdrew from the prophecy he couldn’t control. “NO!” The cry came involuntarily from his lips, and he clasped a hand over his own mouth all-too late. Within a heartbeat both Lana and Stillwater rushed in through the unlocked dividing door. Lana raced to Daryl’s side, while Paul pulled a weapon seemingly from thin air and swept it around the room in a search pattern. When the Sheriff realized there was no intruder, he relaxed and finally drew a breath. “Everything alright? We heard you shout out.” “Well, I um…I did see something, just not in here...” Daryl looked into Lana’s deep soulful eyes, pressing home that he had had one of his ‘viewings’. Then he became apologetic as he admitted his earlier transgression. “I was coming to ask about breakfast and I heard you talking. I heard the name Kent and I thought there was something wrong with Karyn you didn’t want to tell me…” Lana offered her fairy-like smile and rubbed a hand comfortingly along the kid’s arm. “So you looked for yourself?” Daryl pulled another expression of regret. “Yeah, but I saw Karyn was okay. I cried out because what I saw next was such a surprise.” “Something bad?” Paul leaned over, needing the kid to be truthful. Daryl nodded. “Someone Clark knows is going to die, and soon…” * * * * * * * * * * * 7.35am The same morning. Lex Luthor’s Metropolis Residence. Clark brushed a stray hair from his face and yawned. After the previous evening’s events there was no way he had expected to sleep, and yet somehow he had. Checking his watch he realized he’d managed around three hours of slumber after visiting the hospital and showering. He rolled over and noted Chloe had not been so lucky. Her side of the lush bed was already empty and cold. I should be up and working on this thing! Springing up at the realization, Clark quickly tugged on some clothes and headed down the stairs. Lex had offered them a stay at his home on the outskirts of the city, and had refused to take no for an answer. Now, the Senator was waiting as Clark hopped off the last step. He smiled and looked far more pristine than his guest did. How does he always look like that, no matter what he goes through? “I’ve just come off the phone with your father,” Clark winced, but let Lex continue without interrupting, “he says Karyn is doing well. The doctors say the bullet didn’t do any major internal damage, and she’s stable now the bleeding is under control.” Clark couldn’t hide his relief. He exhaled with the news. “I should get over there…but Chloe…” “Chloe and Ryan are in the kitchen eating my cook out of her food supplies.” Lex grinned, “That son of yours eats just like his father.” The billionaire took on a more guarded tone. “Seriously though, Clark, I know you’re worried about their safety after yesterday. I think all your family should stay here, where my security can keep a watch over them.” Seeing a look of distrust from his friend he quickly added. “I’ve increased the number of guards and brought in another private company to install yet another system, you needn’t worry.” “My dad won’t come quietly, you do know that?” Clark noted how disheveled he looked in a huge mirror on Lex’s hall, but he shrugged it of. I guess I’ll be a scruffy cop for a change. I don’t have time to go home for more clothes. I need to catch up with Lois after I check on Karyn. Lex smirked. He and Jonathan had a mutual understanding of mistrust, but things still usually worked out between them. “If he doesn’t trust me, then maybe he’ll want to be here to keep an eye on his grandson.” The Senator winked, but before he could say more the hall phone began to ring. “Excuse me…” Lex ambled to the antique hand carved table that held the handset and answered the call. As soon as he heard the first few remarks he glanced back at Clark and mouthed, “Its Lois, for you.” Clark jogged over and took the phone in surprise. “You beat me to work?” He asked Lane good-naturedly. “Nothing new,” she quipped wittily back. “The thing is, Manning wondered if you could join me on a call out. He knows we went through a lot last night, but this is actually part of the case we were working on.” Kent was suddenly fascinated. “Something new came up about the Jensen Chemicals body?” Lane’s voice became barely audible. “You could say that. Molly went down to the crime scene to check on a few details, but she got more than she bargained for.” Lois paused a moment, “Clark, she found another body. A fresh one.” Kent was suddenly torn. The original case was something that needed to be solved, but what about the madman who had tormented and killed so many at Lex’s new plaza? Whoever had been behind that wanted to harm his family, Lex, Pete, and so many innocents. “Can’t Manning get someone else to handle this one?” He finally queried. Lane didn’t know how to respond. “No…he specifically asked for us.” She subconsciously moved the cell phone to her other ear as she climbed into her Jeep, “Clark, we know who the cadaver is, and I think you’ll find you know him. I’ll pick you up in ten from Lex’s.” Lois hung up before Kent could ask more, and from his expression of amazement Lex guessed something was going on. There was never any peace for the Smallville raised cop, but with his gifts how could there be? “Something pertinent to last night?” Lex was almost as probing as Chloe sometimes. Clark shrugged, and straightened his tie a little in the vain hope he might appear more presentable to the public. “I don’t think so, but I have a feeling its something bad all the same.” After his recent experiences, Lex guessed his friend was probably correct. TBC... |
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| HAD1 | Thu Aug 19, 2004 1:16 pm Post #130 |
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OMG who is the dead body loved the update :D PLAESE update as soon as you can :D |
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| Whitetiger4 | Thu Aug 19, 2004 1:31 pm Post #131 |
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I wanna know too, but she wont tell me!! :beg: :kgun3: Tell me or I'll take Kitt away... :kitt: |
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| HAD1 | Thu Aug 19, 2004 3:03 pm Post #132 |
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ohhhhhh resorting to blackmail are we PLEASE PLEASE update soon i really need to now if not then im with whitetiger |
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| Whitetiger4 | Thu Aug 19, 2004 3:45 pm Post #133 |
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Smallville Tigress... On the Prowl! *GROWL*
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heh and she knows I'll do it too! :firedevil: I AM EVIL! Muwahahahahaa! And I really wanna know! *ahem* I'm okay now :biggrin: |
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| HAD1 | Thu Aug 19, 2004 4:25 pm Post #134 |
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so kittsbud can we have an update some time soon because i think whitetiger will take kitt away so PLEASE update :D |
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| kittsbud | Fri Aug 20, 2004 12:14 am Post #135 |
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I'll do my best ;) but I do have a lot of work at the moment. It will probably be saturday or sunday before I post. |
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| HAD1 | Fri Aug 20, 2004 5:59 am Post #136 |
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i can wait for the weekend :D |
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| draconix | Fri Aug 20, 2004 8:58 am Post #137 |
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AS can I, barely :p |
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| Whiteflag | Fri Aug 20, 2004 1:52 pm Post #138 |
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Awesome story! I'm still trying to get used to a married- with- child- cop Clark (you know, I love my teenage Clark) but the story is so good and has such an amazing writing... Now I really need un update! Thanks Dawn for each minute of reading pleasure! :D |
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| kittsbud | Fri Aug 20, 2004 1:59 pm Post #139 |
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You're welcome! I'll do my best to do more tomorrow
:) And you know, I don't envisage Clark looking any different, because Tom is actually the age of my Det Kent in this fic. I think I'm just crazy... Thanks for your kind words folks Dawn |
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| Whiteflag | Fri Aug 20, 2004 2:43 pm Post #140 |
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Yes, you're right, I can envisage Clark looking the same because of Tom's real age. And I think that's how I'll always imagine Clark from now on whenever I read a fic, no matter how old he's in that particular story! I'll be back right here tomorrow to see if you've been able to post! |
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