Chloe called too damn early. On a Sunday, a rare day when Lois actually had off from working with Mrs. Kent and now her new job [yes, NEW job she actually INTERVIEWED for!] working for the Inquisitor. Not that she didn't love both jobs a lot, it was just more work than she was used to, and she was still adjusting. Sunday she wanted to relish as a day spent doing nothing, maybe taking in a Lifetime movie marathon and spending the whole day in bed.

Not today. Chloe had called, telling her she needed to talk to her about something. Chloe sounded kind of odd, but wouldn't talk about whatever was wrong over the phone. So now she was dressed, and meeting Chloe downstairs in the Talon for coffee. She sighed and pulled a sweatshirt on over her t-shirt and didn't even bother to give herself the once-over in the mirror. It was cold and rainy. A typical fall day in farm country, and on a normal day she actually liked the rain...a day when she was able to stay warm under the covers.

Sighing, she shut off the light and walked out of her apartment. She yawned a little, 11am was still too early on a Sunday, but she loved her cousin. She'd forgive her this once. She walked over to the counter and ordered two of their usual drinks while waiting for Chloe by the counter.

A theme song. Like one that plays when I come out of my apartment or something? No. Something that describes who I am. In a nutshell? I don't think that song exists. I'm an army brat, I'm a cousin, a sister, a daughter, a friend. How do you wrap all of that into a song? Long story short - you don't.

But I think what Liz Phair [oh my God I'm listening to girlie "pop-punk"] was able to wrap into her theme song "Extrordinary" was sort of the unknown. I like to think there are a lot of mysteries about me that when people meet me at first, they don't know. Actually, even people who have known me for a while don't know. How is it that the only people in the world I feel I can open up with is my cousin Chloe, and Martha and Clark Kent? The Kent's aren't even blood relation, but they are more my family than my own.

I think my favorite line of the song would have to be: I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me - I love that, because I at least, feel that's true about me. I have a lot more to me than meets the eye. How many people, when they see me for the first time - though I may be tall and athletic - would assume I've trained with the Army since I was a kid and could take down any bozo who comes my way? [even though at times, I'll admit, Smallville makes excellent back-up.] I took down an armed, suited man in a field on about the second day the two of us knew each other. I'd like to think he was impressed by that.

I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess

sane psycho. I like that a lot. I think everyone falls under that category, some moreso than others. And yeah, I think I am extrordinary and maybe even at times a "supergoddess"

Extrordinary - Liz Phair [SendSpace]

x Lois Lane
x Smallville
x 326 words

[RP locked to Clark]

After a particularly long day finishing up paperwork for Martha's ralley next week, Lois was ready to retire back to her apartment. After changing from her 'professional' clothes into jeans and a t-shirt, she made her way to the fridge in her apartment.

"Great." She said with a sigh when she realized that she didn't have anything suitable to eat. She pouted her lips, putting her hands on her hips while looking around her apartment. Unfortunately all there was down stairs was pastries and coffee. That wouldn't do, and with Martha in Metropolis for a press conference, some Kent home cooking wasn't going to do it either.

Grabbing her purse, she walked out of her apartment and downstairs. Before she breezed out the door, she spotted Clark in the corner of the Talon, working on his homework. She knew he'd been going through a hard time lately with everything with Lana and especially his father, so she figured now might be a good time to extend a friendly invite.

"Hey Smallville." She said, taking a seat across from him. "What do you say you switch gears from being a dork and doing your homework on a Friday and come out and grab some dinner and rent a movie with me?" She said with a grin. "I think I'll be your best offer for the night."

I'll be the first to tell you, I push people. It's the way I was raised, it is who I am. I do however think, that there is a point when it becomes too much. I want the people around me to live their lives to their full potential, I want them to be happy and feel good about themselves, even if I don't take my own advice.

x Lois Lane
x Smallville
x 326 Words

I'll be the first to tell you, I push people. It's the way I was raised, it is who I am. I do however think, that there is a point when it becomes too much. I want the people around me to live their lives to their full potential, I want them to be happy and feel good about themselves, even if I don't take my own advice.

So what am I guilty about? Johnathan Kent. Everyone will tell me I am insane for blaming myself, but I can't help it. I look at Clark and Martha, and think maybe I pushed too hard. He asked me to be his campaign manager. I agreed even though I had no idea what I was doing. I tend to be bossy and forceful, and those are my good qualities. I never knew much about Mr. Kent's medical history. How was I to know he had a bad heart? I was so worried about doing a good job, about helping get his politics out there, about beating the Luthors and showing that yeah, good people do win sometimes that maybe I didn't see what was right in front of me. He was pushing himself to win his campaign, and I was doing nothing to slow him down.

Am I at fault for his death? No, I wasn't the one who gave him a bad heart...but I still feel like I could have done something. The Kent home feels like there's a big hole in the middle of it. A hole I try to patch up by being around, by trying to keep things going around Martha and Clark so at least while I'm there, they won't remember what they've lost. I miss him. He was a better father to me than my own...and made me feel like I was actually part of a family for once.

x Lois Lane

Sugar.

Okay. Chocolate, but yeah, sugar in general. I am incapable of having black coffee. Mrs. Kent always had me re-fill the sugar shakers. She doesn't know how empty they'd get after I used to work a long shift. I'd dump about the first third of the sugar into my cup. Maybe a little extreme, but growing up, Lucy and I were never allowed to have sweets. Tell a kid they can't have/do something - they just want it all the more. Hostess Cupcakes. Good God I would like to slap the person who invented them the same time I'd like to kiss them. I even try to hide them, but it doesn't really work when I know where they are hidden. I toss them on top of my fridge, swearing that I won't even look their way. Out of sight, out of mind. Nope, doesn't really work. Although, it does make me work a little harder to get them.

Come to think of it, I nearly died because of my sugar addiction. Yeah, you might be thinking 'diabetes' or something of the like, but nothing like that. Just my insatiable need for sugar mixed with my own clumsiness. It was the day of the election. My place was a mess and no one came to help clean it up. Lana was supposed to come help, but she never showed up. Like an idiot I grabbed a stool to stand on to help me get up to the top of my fridge. I really wedged the cupcakes back there. I'd left the damn water running, thinking I'd have a little bit of camomile tea with my chocolate fix, just the perfect de-stresser if you ask me.

Word to the wise? Don't stand on an unsteady stool in heeled boots. I swear, aren't you only allowed a certain number of concussions? I think I've hit my quota. I lay in a puddle of water for God knows how long. If it hadn't been for Clark I would have died. He saved my ass, but don't tell him I admitted that.

Other than sugar...
I used to drink a lot. Not like I was an alcoholic. I won quite a bit of money. No one holds liquor like I do, but then I pay the price with the hangover the next day. I swear though. No more drinking...well, maybe on special occasions.
I'd have to say teasing Smallville is another guilty pleasure, but that's a story for another day.

x Lois Lane

I don't like fear. I think it takes away from what you can do. If you're afraid of something, it might stop you from becoming something better, or finding something out about yourself. Fear is a waste of time, for the most part, and any physical danger? For the most part, I take care of myself.

I don't believe in being afraid of the dark or anything like that. There were never any monsters in my closet. Lucy would cry at night after my mom died, saying that the monsters in her closet would come and get her. I would let her sleep in my room. She wasn't afraid of monsters. She was afraid of being without our mom. She was still too little to understand, and as far as growing up, I had to do that quickly. I didn't have time to be afraid.

The fear that I feel isn't even of the meteor freaks I tend to encounter more than I'd like in the crazy town of Smallville. Them I can take care of. And though I wouldn't admit it to him, Clark does help...sometimes. What scares me is losing someone else I love. When I thought Chloe died, all I wanted in the world was to bring who had killed her to justice. She didn't die, thank God, but it still terrifies me that one day I'll lose her like I lost my mom. I hate not knowing where Lucy is. That terrifies me. I want her to be safe, but I can't guarantee that if I don't know where she is. I'm so fiercely protective over the people that I love that sometimes I think it might drive them away, or at least the ones who don't know me well. Mr. Kent died, and now I work for Mrs. Kent. They are more of a family to me than my own, and any thought of losing that is what really scares me.

x Lois Lane