Getting Eaten Alive

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Getting Eaten Alive

Eaten Alive is an American nature documentary special which aired on Discovery Channel on December 7, 2014. The special focused on an expedition by wildlife author and entertainer Paul Rosolie to locate a green anaconda named 'Chumana', which he believed to be the world's longest, in a remote location of the Amazon rainforest in the Puerto Maldonado, Peru.

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Author'snote: I wanted to explore the Lois-Clark relationship the way Ithink it would develop in today's world, working off only thebasics of the legend. No Richard, no Zod, and absolutely NO magicamnesia kisses.

Thefirst time Clark made Lois feel like the villain of the week, hewasn't even present.

She had woken almosthourly the night before, heart pounding, mouth dry, feeling hercareer crumbling around her. She had tried all night to think of away being partnered with him could be anything but a slapdown, fromthe one person at the Planet she trusted.

Perry,who had put her in Investigative when no other city paper had a womanoutside the gossip and lonely hearts columns. Perry, who had neverlaughed at the water-cooler jokes that made her a ballbuster forpushing as hard as the men for a worthwhile assignment. As if therewere a more appropriate, somehow 'feminine', method available.

Perry,who had always accepted that she did her job, not to prove things orshock people, but to speak the truth to power. And who, to herdelight and astonishment, had watched her growth into a respectedcity watchdog with every appearance of pride.

Perry,who had then shackled her two weeks ago to a new hire fresh from hisjournalism major - not counting his years of 'experience' at theSmallville Gazette, circulation three hundred countingthe Sunday-onlies. So now she was sharing her bylines with a manwhose major journalistic knack was disappearing before stories brokein front of him. A man who apologized his way through the day likebullpen machismo's answer to the offense of her existence. Lois,we found the kind of guy you're looking for.

Therehad been a few horrifying hours the first day, when she thought itwas a joke that Clark was in on. Then she had realized he was beinghimself, and she was projecting on him a battle of which he wasinnocent. And oblivious.

Soof course she felt sorry for him. First as cannon fodder, andthen as a pawn in Perry's inexplicable betrayal. She tried so hardwith him to bite back the retorts that had become second nature toher – when had she gotten so sharp-tongued? She did shareher bylines with him, when they would have been easier to take thanthe candy from the proverbial baby. She knew he was gentle, honestand respectful – traits she was utterly unable to warm to, in herdevastation at the symbolism of Perry's pairing him with her.

Andthen came the day that had touched off her sleepless night.Yesterday, when they took the wrong alleyway shortcut and the muggerwho cornered them pulled off that wild shot, and poor Clark fainted. He wasn't a coward; in fact, she had been strangely touched, atthe way he tried to protect her with his own body till the moment itgave out on him. It was just the hand he had been dealt, and heplayed it as best he could.

Butnot two hours later, right after hearing about it and exploding withdue outrage, Perry was chaining him back up to her again. The onlything that surprised her at that point was that the implications forher future hurt less than the betrayal by her chief.

Whichwas why the next morning, eyes gritty, head aching, she found herselfhandling it the way she handled things more and more since startingat the Planet. Barreling in with guns blazing, demanding Perry'simmediate attention, pacing around waving her arms and demandingjustification, when what she wanted was his trust back.

'Andit's not any sort of standard procedure – what, that youdeveloped since six weeks ago, when King and Wechsler werehired without a baby-sitter of any kind? And I know I nevergot one. I mean, for the love of God, Perry, technically I stillhave a job to do.'

Shestopped and looked at him, panting with the pent-up fury of the lasttwo weeks - at him for doing this to her, and at herself forexpecting anything different.

'Orwhy,' she added stingingly, 'don't you just give me the lonelyhearts column and be done with it?'

Hehad been sitting at his desk since she burst in, with his fingerssteepled, looking into her eyes, barely moving and,uncharacteristically, making no effort to interrupt.

Asshe fell silent, panting a bit, she looked down for a moment and thenup around the room, at the overflowing bookshelves lining every wallsurface with the books stacked two deep and haphazardly, and the onehalf-wall with all his award photos crammed together with theirframes touching.

Itoccurred to her he looked older now than in any of them. Against herwill she felt sorry for him, without being entirely certain why. Shebacked up into the couch and sat down. She willed herself to neithercry nor say another cutting thing.

'Youknow,' he said thoughtfully after a moment, 'you've had eightsubstantive pieces in the last two weeks. That's up twenty-fivepercent from your last year's average. I thought your expositionwas a little weak in the first two – not everyone understands therelevance of city council positions now to state legislaturepositions in the fall. But you cleaned it up by the end of the week,and your fact checking was as excellent as always, including theshortcut you didn't take with the predigested demographics from thelast census. Which would have been irrelevant.'

Shewas definitely not going to cry. She kept her eyes on theground.

'Lois,'he said softly. He got up and came around the desk and took a coupleof steps toward her. Then he seemed to think better of it and satback on the edge of his desk, pushing back four separatepaperweights.

'Igave you Clark because you were the one I could trust to protecthim.'

Shelooked up and concentrated hard on keeping her lip stiff. He lookedso tired.

'Youreally think I give a damn about symbols and implications? If I wantto rein you in, there will be nothing symbolic about it.' Hegestured outside to the hall. 'Clark would get eaten alive runningaround alone in Metropolis right now. Much less in here.'

Hisgaze moved out the office window to the bullpen and then back to her.'Or have you maybe bought in to someone else's concept of careeradvancement?'

Shefelt it acutely as the unspoken question of betrayal that had beenhanging in the room turned around squarely to face her. Her cheeksburned. What have I become here?

'Clark'sexposition is better than mine, chief,' she said softly, finally.'He handled that on the later articles. He…understands what it'slike to not understand.'

'Well,I'll be,' he said mildly. She looked up and saw a trace of asmile, more in his eyes than his lips.

Theweight of the world was falling away like water. I gave you Clarkbecause you were the one I could trust to protect him. Theylooked at each other for a long moment, and she finally nodded.

'Ithink I have to go,' she said abruptly.

Heinclined his head politely and gestured to the door.

Shemade it out to the hall and then checked herself and stood there fora moment. She stuck her head back in. He was back behind his deskunfolding the morning edition. 'Uh, Perry? I'm sorry.' Sheducked back out just as he was looking up, suddenly feeling tooexposed to meet his eyes, and headed for the bullpen.

Shemight not be able to choose everything she became. Any more thanbrave, honest, fish-out-of-water Clark could choose when to faint. But she could choose who not to become. And she could do her job –which was, after all, to tell the truth in order to protect theinnocent.

'Clark,'she said as she passed by him, with his dark head bent down lookingintently at whatever he was typing. It came out more abruptly thanshe intended. God, he typed fast.

Helooked up through his coke-bottle lenses with his sweet half-daffysmile. 'Oh, good morning, Lois! I didn't see you come in. How areyou?'

'Clark,'she said, sitting down beside him and slapping down the preprint copyon his desk, 'you were on the scene here first, you did four of thefive interviews, you did all the background, and oh, yes, then youwrote the article.' She counted off his accomplishments on herfingers. 'And I…let's see…I pressed play on the taperecorder.'

Shelooked up at him. 'So, Clark.'

Heblinked. 'Yes, Lois?'

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'Youshould be fighting me tooth and nail for sole author here. You can'thand out coauthor like candy any more, okay? You'll get eatenalive.'

Heblinked again.

'Soyou stand up now and take this down to the printer and give them thechange, okay? And I'll fight you for the next one.'

Hebacked up too far and hit the cubicle wall behind him. It shudderedand teetered for a moment. To her amazement, for a flicker of amoment, she saw him roll his eyes.

'Thanks,Lois,' he said, bemused. 'That's swell.'