The New Adventures of Lois and Clark

A few hours later, back at the newsroom, Lois finished going over their story. She took the pages to Clark.

"I think we should lead with this,"

she said, handing them to him and perching on the edge of his desk.

Clark looked them over, and his eyebrows went up. She had done a very good job, and he was impressed. He smiled up at her.

"Nice work!"

She beamed, pleased by the compliment. Then her face took on a teasing look.

"You know, Clark, not that I'm one of those people that revel in saying 'I told you so'..."

"Uh-huh,"

he said with a grin, not believing that for a second.

 "But, I hope you learned your lesson. There's no such thing as an invisible man,"

she reiterated, a smug look on her face as

she walked back to her desk.

Clark gazed after her, his smile fading. He thought of her passionate responses to him when he wore the costume, her warmth and humor, the glow that brightened her eyes when she gazed at Superman. Why couldn't she see that the hero she admired and adored was sitting across the room from her right now?

That now-familiar yearning sensation made him ache inside again.

 "Yes there is, Lois,"

he said softly, watching her get back to work with a wistful expression on his face.

"Yes there is."