To be titled later. With solarsteel.
Lois Lane hated feeling uncertain about anything. Even if it was over misplaced car keys, which was what she was currently trying to find in her Talon apartment. "Oh come on. There's only so many places they could be," she muttered, pulling up the sofa cushions and checking beneath them.
Not there.
Crap.
She couldn't go to work if she couldn't find her damn keys. And while for the most part she set her own hours at the Planet, and wasn't currently on a deadline, she couldn't stay in the apartment any longer. It was too quiet.
And quiet gave her too much time to think, which was exactly what she was trying to avoid right then.
She'd slept with Clark Kent.
She drew in a breath, gritting her teeth as she moved to the basket of mail and began fishing through it.
Nothing.
"Dammit."
Not there.
Crap.
She couldn't go to work if she couldn't find her damn keys. And while for the most part she set her own hours at the Planet, and wasn't currently on a deadline, she couldn't stay in the apartment any longer. It was too quiet.
And quiet gave her too much time to think, which was exactly what she was trying to avoid right then.
She'd slept with Clark Kent.
She drew in a breath, gritting her teeth as she moved to the basket of mail and began fishing through it.
Nothing.
"Dammit."