PHOENIX, Ariz. — Hi, and welcome to the Morgue! On a newspaper, the morgue is the room where they keep all the old issues, clipped and filed, so a reporter can go back and look something up. This one is where I keep my stories.

I'm Kris. I'm forty-five, I'm a medical transcriptionist (I type up what the doctors say into their little tape recorders, all day long, with a foot pedal), and I have two teenage sons, Justin and Luke, who think it is hilarious that their mother writes about Superman on the computer after supper. My husband Mike is more supportive. He reads everything I post and tells me which parts Perry would never say.

I came to Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman late. I caught a rerun in the summer of 1994, flipping channels while Mike was out of town, and that was that. For the next three years I didn't miss an episode, and when I had to work late, Justin was under strict orders to tape it. I liked the action fine, but what I really watched for was the two of them in the newsroom: Teri Hatcher's Lois going ninety miles an hour and Dean Cain's Clark standing there letting her, because he already knew how it was going to turn out and she didn't.

ABC ended the show in June 1997, after four seasons, and left us with a baby nobody ever explained. I think all of us FoLCs (that's Fans of Lois and Clark, if you're new) have spent two years writing our own fifth season. This is mine, and a few other things besides.

Pull up a chair. There's coffee. It's probably cold, but there's coffee.

"I printed out Second Coffee for my sister, who never watched the show, and now she wants the tapes. You've created a monster."
— LaneFan

"Part 2 of Season Five! Finally! Kris, the floating thing at the end, I yelled out loud at work."
— smallvillegirl

Feedback is the only pay we get, and it is the thing that gets the next part typed. Tell me what you liked, tell me what didn't work, tell me if Clark sounded like Clark. I answer everybody, usually on my lunch break.