By Julie Jordan <>

Rated G

Submitted September 2006

Summary: A short vignette set after the episode "Strange Visitor." Lois doesn't like Cat Grant paying Clark so much attention.


If there was one emotion Lois Lane was above feeling, it was jealousy.

Lois Lane did not get jealous. Lois Lane did not have time for such petty, immature feelings. Lois Lane was a grown woman with a successful career, not an immature teenager with some silly high school crush.

But if that was true, why was she spending her Friday night alone at home, curled up on the couch in a dressing gown and fluffy slippers, sulking into a tub of Ben and Jerry's but unable to be exactly sure what she was sulking about?

She did not like Clark Kent.

Not in THAT way. It had been a long time since she'd liked anyone in THAT way. Too long, Lucy said, but Lucy was a baby compared to her — what did she know?

Okay, so as far as guys went, he seemed decent enough. The Boy Scout attitude grated on her at times, but there was no doubt Clark was a good person. He was certainly too good for the likes of Cat Grant.

What did men ever see in her, anyway? She was just another brainless bimbo who treated men like toys to be used and abused. Love 'em and leave 'em, that was one of Cat's mottos. And Lois knew that if Cat ever managed to get Clark to succumb to her desires, she'd drop him like a hot cake the second she got what she wanted and God knows how that would make poor Clark feel.

Wait a minute…poor Clark?

Why was she even thinking about any of this? They were barely even friends, why did she care so much?

She did NOT like Clark Kent! If Cat got her way, what skin was it off Lois' nose? Clark was a big boy; he could take care of himself. It was none of her business. She didn't care. She really didn't.

Promising herself that she wasn't going to think about her colleague's love life anymore, Lois helped herself to another spoonful of ice-cream and turned up the volume on the TV, trying to lose herself in comfort food and soap operas.

"Don't fall for me, Farm boy. I don't have time for it."

For one fleeting little moment, Lois almost wished she did.