The Not Quite Justice League in... The Bee's Pleas!!!

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Finishing his article, clearing everything with Keith, those things took time. That was why it took a few hours before Clark was ready to make his usual call to Lois that night. He had worried that he might not make the time window that she cleared every day to talk to him and the others, but he was proud to say that he'd left himself an even half an hour as long as everything was to schedule.

After the fifth time she didn't pick up (didn't so much as text or ping him), it became clear that things were very much off schedule.

Clark made his way back to the main floor where everyone seemed to congregate and headed straight for Tony, holding up the phone to him.

"I know we're all tired and we've certainly had a long day, but... can you find out where Lois's phone is from the number here?"

In all the madness of the day, all the fighting and the close calls and the weakness brought on by the proximity of kryptonite, he'd lost track of her heartbeat. Usually, it was simple enough to pick up over the phone once again, a steady pulse that he could find his way back to once the phonecall had ended.

He couldn't hear her. He couldn't tell where she was. And she wasn't answering her phone. She always answered her phone. He didn't want to think anything was wrong, but he wasn't naive enough to discount something like this. Not after today. Not after they'd pulled out kryptonite weapons.

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"And those arms are planning on scooping you up once we're home too."

Diana nodded firmly.

"They certainly are."

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"I'm better now, you two," he murmured, but he wasn't protesting - and he certainly wasn't saying no.

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Steve and Diana shared a look. Then they both looked at Jim, saying without words (but also in no uncertain terms) that Jim feeling better worked quite nicely into their plans.

Lois may or may not have giggled a little at the three of them even as Clark pulled her carefully close.

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Jim rolled his eyes - and maybe even had a hint of colour in his cheeks.

Maybe.

If someone looked closely.

"C'mon, let's get out to the truck."

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The doors opened and Clark helped Lois out of the elevator as Diana trotted out to get the door and Steve slipped into the driver's seat.

"Load up," Steve said through the open door.

Clark couldn't help it. He lifted her up to put her in the car before sliding in on the other side.

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Jim followed suit as soon as everyone was in - he still had a dog to get in there, after all, and he pulled her up into his lap before closing the door behind him.

On the way home at last.

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The ride was over quickly enough and, with the aid of the elevator, it was only a few more moments before they were actually opening the door of the apartment. Thanks to Clark's earlier visit, there was not just fresh air, but a variety of balloons and a very nicely decorated cake waiting on the front table with 'Welcome Home Lois' written in neat, familiar handwriting.

"...you guys!"

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"How were we supposed to resist?" Jim teased, for all he knelt down and took Motya's harness off of her. They were home. She was free to head wherever she wanted.

"I told you. We missed you."

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She leaned back against him with a little smile before heading for the kitchen chair nearest to the cake.

"It is so damn good to be home," Lois said with a smile before clearly letting go as she carefully leaned over to scritch at Motya.

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"And we're just glad to have you back." He kissed the top of her head on the way to get drinks out of the fridge. It was time to settle in for a small, but well-deserved, celebration.

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"You know, I was already really glad to be coming home. But now? Let's just say you could see my relief from space."

Clark carefully walked around her to start cutting her a piece of the cake.

"So what wildness have you all gotten into while I was gone? Other than the bit where Steve was bitty, which I am so sorry I missed."

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"Not much of anything," Jim answered as honestly as he could. "Other than that, it's been pretty much business as usual - except for the construction finishing up. We've got a nice sunroom upstairs, and I've got everything I need for potting plants inside it, even the dirt. Which..."

He cast a look toward Clark.

"Somebody knows more than I do about these things."

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"If you think I'm not going to go and get you some proper soil from down on the farm," Clark said firmly, "not to mention some fertilizer from Grandpa's, you're sadly mistaken."

Lois looked over at her boyfriend.

"Is that dirt really special?"

"It's the soil that's kept my family farming for generations. It's practically Jim's right to grow in that dirt."

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"And I'll happily grow our garden stuff in that soil. As soon as I read another couple articles on how to do it. ...And decide if I want a fish pond. Since our roof's strong enough for a fish pond now." He'd made sure of that, since it was going to be carrying a lot of extra weight just for the sunroom.

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"You're never gonna get me outta there, Jim. It was bad enough when I was at one of the parks and I got drawing the goldfish..."

Diana frowned thoughtfully.

"Fish pond?" Clearly she wasn't clear on the concept.

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"Yeah," Jim said, looking over. "Some kind of little ornamental pond with fish - goldfish, or... uh. The fancy ones they call koi, I think?" He glanced around for confirmation. "Trying to decide if I want those. It'd mean some extra work, and we'll already have plants to look after. ...And I'm not sure I could trust a certain dog around here not to decide she wants fish."

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"Would she knows that those fish are things she could eat?" Lois asked, not having much experience with pets.

"Judging by Dusty, probably," Clark offered, "but you can teach her not to eat them. And Motya doesn't have a very strong prey drive, so you probably won't have much trouble."

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"Well, it's still up for debate," he said. "I'm still... considering. I mean, it'd be pretty, and I know Steve would be up there playing with them constantly..."

But that by itself was an argument for getting the fish pond.

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"I'll plan out a garden set up with a pond and without it," Clark offered. "See which one you like the look of."

"And I will sit out of the whole thing and look at whatever you come up with and tell you how beautiful it is, because it's probably going to be amazing either way," Lois said with a grin.

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"Well, one end is for gardening food and the other end is for flowers and chairs and places to relax. And at least one spot for Steve to set up an easel." He paused. "The easel probably shouldn't be where the fish can splash on it..."

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"The nice thing about easels is that they can move, Jim," Steve said with a little grin. Diana considered the garden as well.

"I will agree with Lois: whatever you make, I can be assured it will be lovely. You would not let it be less."

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But Jim put up his hands. "I'm not the artist or the farmer. I'm just the guy that knows how to nail things together."

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"But it's amazing what you can do when I draw you something," Steve said as he leaned over and kissed the back of Jim's head.

Diana grinned.

"The skill of creating with one's hands... even the simplest of engineering can be beautiful. Do not discount yourself."

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He laughed softly, shaking his head. "C'mon. Let's have some cake."

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Lois smirked up at him.

"A brilliant deflection by Rogers there," she noted, but she was content to let it stand in the face of cake.

"What kinda cake is this?"

Clark looked over as he sliced the first piece, plating it for Lois to show off the golden cake and the strawberry filling, as well as the chocolate fudge outer shell.

"...Clark, never stop being that perfect boyfriend who notices everything."