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Consolation by Default by Morgan Lewis (Teen)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Characters: Lois Lane, Tim Drake
Pairing: Lois/Clark (mentioned but not the focus)
Length: ~5300
Author on LJ: None found
Author Website: on FF.Net
Why this must be read:
I love Lois-- love, love, love her, abrasiveness and all. While I see a lot of Smallville fics using her unique traits well, I rarely see it in comicverse fics. Maybe I just hang around the wrong crowd. ;) Morgan Lewis writes a tough, smart Lois who can still comfort Tim Drake, psychosomatically exhausted after everything he's gone through with War Games, Titans of Tomorrow and Identity Crisis.
Lois Lane Kent was not in a good mood. This current state of affairs was not in and of itself unusual. Her husband had once jokingly mentioned that her default state seemed to be pissed off. What made this particular instance of anger unique was the fact that she was standing in an alley, in the lousy side of Metropolis, in the middle of a downpour that the weatherman had completely missed, ruining her new Pradas. Oh, and her contact had decided to bail on her as well, thank you very much.
The reporter gave a deep sigh and briefly toyed with the idea of forgoing journalistic ethics and revealing Tony Del'ano as her source in her next big headline. The image of the miserable little weasel doubling his already considerable sweat output while frantically tossing everything he owned into a suitcase gave her a moment of satisfaction. Unfortunately, the moment came crashing back down to reality when a poor abused drainage pipe finally gave up the ghost coating her in a spray of filthy rain water in the process.
A brief squeal of shock and disgust echoed through the alley as she frantically tried to sluice as much of the filth off of her person as possible. It only took a few moments for her to come to the conclusion that her new coat would be joining her shoes in the garbage bin tonight. That did it. The camel's back had not only been broken, it had now been shattered and was currently being ground into a fine powder.
She gave her coat one more disgusted swipe and began walking back towards the entrance of the alley. Tonight was definitely going merit an incredibly long bitch-session, back-rub, and bubble bath to get better. Unfortunately, her favorite bitch session audience, consummate back-rubber, and expert drawer of hot bubble baths was otherwise occupied tonight, and would continue to be so for the foreseeable future.
Lois sighed deeply. Clark had been running on fumes ever since Sue Dibny had been murdered. Her own little death threat hadn't really improved his disposition. As a result, she had been given another admonition to stay out of danger, on that they both knew she was going to ignore, and had seen very little of her husband since. Superman, definitely. Super-husband, mostly. Super-accessible, not lately.
And that was how Lois Lane Kent, expert investigative reporter, indulging in one of her rare moments of self-pity, walked right in on gang initiation in progress.
Consolation by Default
Characters: Lois Lane, Tim Drake
Pairing: Lois/Clark (mentioned but not the focus)
Length: ~5300
Author on LJ: None found
Author Website: on FF.Net
Why this must be read:
I love Lois-- love, love, love her, abrasiveness and all. While I see a lot of Smallville fics using her unique traits well, I rarely see it in comicverse fics. Maybe I just hang around the wrong crowd. ;) Morgan Lewis writes a tough, smart Lois who can still comfort Tim Drake, psychosomatically exhausted after everything he's gone through with War Games, Titans of Tomorrow and Identity Crisis.
Lois Lane Kent was not in a good mood. This current state of affairs was not in and of itself unusual. Her husband had once jokingly mentioned that her default state seemed to be pissed off. What made this particular instance of anger unique was the fact that she was standing in an alley, in the lousy side of Metropolis, in the middle of a downpour that the weatherman had completely missed, ruining her new Pradas. Oh, and her contact had decided to bail on her as well, thank you very much.
The reporter gave a deep sigh and briefly toyed with the idea of forgoing journalistic ethics and revealing Tony Del'ano as her source in her next big headline. The image of the miserable little weasel doubling his already considerable sweat output while frantically tossing everything he owned into a suitcase gave her a moment of satisfaction. Unfortunately, the moment came crashing back down to reality when a poor abused drainage pipe finally gave up the ghost coating her in a spray of filthy rain water in the process.
A brief squeal of shock and disgust echoed through the alley as she frantically tried to sluice as much of the filth off of her person as possible. It only took a few moments for her to come to the conclusion that her new coat would be joining her shoes in the garbage bin tonight. That did it. The camel's back had not only been broken, it had now been shattered and was currently being ground into a fine powder.
She gave her coat one more disgusted swipe and began walking back towards the entrance of the alley. Tonight was definitely going merit an incredibly long bitch-session, back-rub, and bubble bath to get better. Unfortunately, her favorite bitch session audience, consummate back-rubber, and expert drawer of hot bubble baths was otherwise occupied tonight, and would continue to be so for the foreseeable future.
Lois sighed deeply. Clark had been running on fumes ever since Sue Dibny had been murdered. Her own little death threat hadn't really improved his disposition. As a result, she had been given another admonition to stay out of danger, on that they both knew she was going to ignore, and had seen very little of her husband since. Superman, definitely. Super-husband, mostly. Super-accessible, not lately.
And that was how Lois Lane Kent, expert investigative reporter, indulging in one of her rare moments of self-pity, walked right in on gang initiation in progress.
Consolation by Default