{"id":608,"date":"2014-12-11T06:21:42","date_gmt":"2014-12-11T06:21:42","guid":{"rendered":"\/lnc\/?page_id=608"},"modified":"2023-06-10T11:03:32","modified_gmt":"2023-06-10T15:03:32","slug":"phone-tag","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/nfanfic.com\/lnc\/fanfic\/pg-fanfic\/phone-tag\/","title":{"rendered":"Phone Tag"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Author: Pam Jernigan<br \/>\n<br \/>Email: <a title=\"[Link: Send Email to Pam]\" href=\"mailto:chiefpam@lcficmbs.com\">chiefpam@lcficmbs.com<\/a><br \/>\n<br \/>Rated: PG<\/i><\/p>\n<p>This story is a companion piece to &#8220;It&#8217;s a Thing He Does at Parties&#8221; by Jude Williams, and she very kindly allowed me to post this little bit of fluff. Jude describes her story this way: &#8220;Linda King puts up a new hurdle for Lois and Clark as they search for romantic bliss on an alternate route from WWW to Ultrawoman. Clark is forced to become a contestant in the Metropolis Super Hero Pageant, and several non-L&#038;C celebrities make guest appearances.&#8221; The story opens right at the beginning of ATAI, but with Jason Mazik nowhere in evidence, and late one night I couldn&#8217;t help wondering what poor Jace would think about that&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>******<\/p>\n<p>Jason Mazik smiled and wiggled his fingers in anticipation as he reached for the phone. Ever since he&#8217;d read the strange diary he&#8217;d found among his father&#8217;s effects, he&#8217;d been planning the best way to take advantage of the information contained therein. Now, everything was set &#8212; planned to the last detail &#8212; and it was time to let Clark Kent know that there was a new boss in town. He giggled as he dialed.<\/p>\n<p>The phone rang once, twice &#8230; three times. &#8220;Hello,&#8221; came a cheery voice. &#8220;You&#8217;ve reached Clark Kent&#8217;s answering machine&#8211;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jace slammed down the phone, scowling at it in mild frustration. But it was okay, he reminded himself. He&#8217;d researched Kent, and had a pretty good guess where he might be, instead.<\/p>\n<p>Checking to make sure his notes were in place &#8212; it wouldn&#8217;t do to forget the details of his demands, after all &#8212; Jace dialed the second number on his list.<\/p>\n<p>BEEP &#8212; BEEP &#8212; BEEP<\/p>\n<p>Jace slammed down the phone again at the busy signal. Darn it, who *else* would be calling Lois Lane&#8217;s apartment at this hour of the morning?? He stood up, and took a short walk around his office to calm himself. The call wouldn&#8217;t last long, calls rarely did. He would try again.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hello, you&#8217;ve reached Lois Lane &#8212; please leave a message.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jace barely managed to get the phone disconnected before growling his frustration aloud. He couldn&#8217;t very well blackmail Clark Kent if Clark Kent didn&#8217;t know he even existed!<\/p>\n<p>He took a deep breath and hastily reviewed his plan. It was okay. He had some time yet this morning before things started to go seriously sour. He&#8217;d just wait a half-hour or so, to allow for traffic time, and then he&#8217;d catch them at the Daily Planet.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Good morning, Daily Planet.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Clark Kent&#8217;s desk, please,&#8221; Jace said, as pleasantly as he could manage.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ooh, I&#8217;m sorry &#8212; CK just, um, stepped out of the office.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Damn! &#8220;And when do you expect him back?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, I don&#8217;t know.&#8221; There seemed to be a hint of laughter in the young man&#8217;s voice, which irritated Jace no end. He was the only one allowed to laugh in this scenario! &#8220;I think Lois was taking him to &#8212; buy a new suit.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jace frowned. &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Never mind, I shouldn&#8217;t have said anything. Can I take a message?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Um, no! No, thank you, I&#8217;ll have to try him later.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jace slammed down the phone again. This was insane.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sorry, Mr. Kent is unavailable &#8212; at the gym, I think.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, Clark? He&#8217;s out of the office at the moment,&#8221; the female voice confided chattily. &#8220;Trying to squeeze in a quick breakfast with his parents while they&#8217;re in town &#8212; the poor man&#8217;s hardly seen them at all, with everything else going on.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, he&#8217;s not here right now &#8212; hey, are you the guy who keeps calling?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jace froze, unwilling to identify himself, but desperate to figure out exactly what was going on. &#8220;Well, yes &#8212; I really need to speak with Mr. Kent.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gee, I&#8217;m sorry, but Perry and Linda and Lois have got him running ragged this week; the poor guy is hardly ever in here between tux fittings and dance lessons.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What???&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, haven&#8217;t you heard? Well, look, there&#8217;s an article in today&#8217;s Daily Planet, okay? Page B-4. I&#8217;ve gotta go &#8212; want to give me your number this time?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, I&#8217;m &#8230; not where I can be reached.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Okay, well, better luck next time.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jace barely heard the young man&#8217;s goodbye as he hung up the phone once again, glaring at it for good measure. He&#8217;d already checked today&#8217;s paper, noting that there were no bylines from Lane &#038; Kent, but he hadn&#8217;t checked the inside of the city section. Hurriedly, he flipped to the indicated page. After some confusion with headlines, he found the pertinent article.<\/p>\n<p>Jace shook his head in astonishment. A Superman look-alike contest &#8212; no, a *pageant* &#8212; and Clark Kent would be competing in it. Was he insane? How dare he reveal his own secret before Jace could threaten to do it himself?<\/p>\n<p>He cursed as he thought of the ruin of all his elaborate plans. Was there some cosmic force working against him? Well, Jason Mazik was never out of options &#8212; there were other ways to get himself some diamonds. A little more risky, but it couldn&#8217;t be helped. At least he&#8217;d be pretty sure that Superman would be too busy to interfere.<\/p>\n<p>Idly, he read further, and as details began to penetrate, he couldn&#8217;t help laughing. A chorus, a talent competition, evening wear *and* Superman suit exhibitions. &#8220;Well, I&#8217;ve got to admit it&#8217;s hilarious,&#8221; he chuckled, regaining his usual good cheer. &#8220;Clark Kent in a Superman pageant. 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