The Obsession Connection
"Krazyworld"--the final chapter!

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"Madame Tursi knows all! She sees all! And she'll tell all!"

Lois and Clark ducked as they entered a glittery purple tent and sat down in two wooden chairs. Krazyworld's resident psychic, Madame Tursi, was eager to read their palms and tell their futures.

Lois looked skeptical. Clark looked like he wanted to crack up. Clark handed Madame Tursi a ten-dollar bill. "This better be good," he whispered to Lois.

"Well, well, well," said Madame Tursi. "Just look at you two!"

Lois and Clark looked at each other.

"You are the cutest couple I've ever seen!" Madame Tursi squealed.

"For a psychic, you're not a very good one," Lois said bluntly. "Because we're not a couple, we're just friends."

"But zat can not be!" Madame Tursi cried. "I can feel a definite chemistry going on between you two. And you mean to tell me zat you are just friends?"

"Well, we're partners at work," Lois said. "Maybe that's the signal you're getting."

"No, no, I definitely feel something stonger!" Madame Tursi insisted.

"What a crock," Lois muttered. "What a ten-dollar crock," she sad, standing up. Clark pulled her arm and made her sit back down.

"Let's not waste the ten dollars!" he told Lois. Clark turned back to Madame Tursi. "What else can you tell us?"

Madame Tursi consulted her crystal ball. "My crystal ball tells me zat my suspicions are confirmed. You two *are* a...uh, what do you call it? An 'item'! Why is it zat you keep it a secret?"

Lois stood up, looking like she was ready to explode. "For the millionth time! We are *not* an item! We're just friends!" This time when she stood up to leave, Clark didn't try and stop her. Instead he got up and followed her, shrugging apologetically at Madame Tursi.

"Good luck with zat one!" Madame Tursi called.

"Thanks," Clark replied.

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Lois ran down Sunny Lane. Clark didn't have any trouble catching up with her, but when she finally came to a stop in front of the indoor skating rink, Clark pretended to sound out of breath. He was surprised to see tears on Lois's cheeks.

"Lois, what's wrong?" he cried, reaching out to her cheek to brush away her tears.

"Why does everyone think we're in love or something?" Lois cried. "We're just friends!! Aren't we?"

"We are friends," Clark said.

"But...we aren't anything more?"

"We're not anything you don't want to be," Clark assured her.

"What if one of us wanted to be something more?" Lois asked.

"Then, I guess we'd hope that the other person felt the same way."

"And how do you feel?"

"I've always hoped someday you would feel the way I do," he replied honestly. "I don't know how I feel. I feel...everything. I can't help it when I'm around you. My tongue gets tied and I..."

"Do you love me?" she whispered. It was a definite question, but she sounded hopeful.

He hesitated. He felt weird all over, and he knew it all came down to this. A moment that could break their friendship, or take it to a whole new level. A moment where he had to decide whether or not to be honest with her about his feelings for her, or go on suppressing them, like before. Like always.

And at that moment, he knew he couldn't do it anymore.

"Yes."

She hugged him. "And I think," she said. "That it's a definite possibility that I love you, too."

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"Oooh, look, Clark, they gave me two air sickness bags!" Lois exclaimed.

"Do you think you'll need them?" Clark asked worriedly.

"I hope not!"

They were leaving Florida behind. They were leaving Krazyworld, the purple hippo, Mattress Man, Toothless Woman, Bumper Boy, Sarah, Jenn, Madame Tursi, and the old guy behind. They were heading back to Metropolis--home, sweet home. The plane looked exactly the same as the last plane they'd been on. Only now, they were too busy holding hands and smiling at each other to care about renting headphones or watching the movie, or even caring about what kind of beverage to order.

"So, what do you think Perry will say when we tell him we're *dating*?" Clark asked.

"I think he'll tell us one of his infamous Elvis stories and tell us to get to work, there's a paper to get out," Lois answered, grinning.

"Hmmm, you're probably right."

"You know, Clark, this has been the best vacation! Even with all the bizarre things that happened, I had so much fun. Thanks to you," she added.

"No, thanks to *you*!" Clark said, grinning.

"So, when we get back to Metropolis, you wanna go to a movie or something?" Lois asked.

"Sure," said Clark. "But...are we going to go as 'friends', 'more than friends', or--dare I say it--is this a date?"

"This is a date," Lois told him. "But you know what that means," she said, a naughty gleam in her eye.

Realization hit, and he smiled. "Yes I do, Lois. Yes I do..."

THE END!

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