This is just a short scene tossed off as part of a discussion on the fanfic list regarding the end of "Double Jeopardy", so it's not as complete as my fanfics usually are.  We begin very near to the end of Double Jeopardy.  Lois, who thinks she's Wanda Detroit, is getting into a car with Lex, who's identified himself as "Kent" the good guy in her novel -- the bad guy being named "Clark."   Lex sends her to tell Clark that the wedding was all a mistake, and that's she's made her choice...

Clark tried not to show how his heart was breaking. Speaking carefully, he replied. "Okay, if that's your decision I obviously can't force you to marry me. But I can't let you leave with him, either, I'm afraid. He's an escaped criminal, and I intend to return him to the authorities."

Wanda frowned in confusion, and she turned. "Kent, is that true?"

"Kent?" Clark asked, surprised. "His name isn't Kent, mine is. Here, let me show you." He dug into his wallet to produce some ID. "And your name isn't Wanda Detroit, either. You're Lois Lane; you just wrote a novel about a character named Wanda."

Wanda rubbed her temples in bewilderment. "This doesn't make any sense..."

At that point, Lex emerged from the car, and seemed to realize that his subterfuge wasn't working. He walked quietly up behind "Wanda", then grabbed hold of her and produced a gun, which he pointed at her head, his eyes never leaving Clark's. "You're going to let us leave, Mr. Kent, because otherwise ..." he waved the gun evocatively. "Well, let's just say you'll regret it."

Clark considered his options. This situation clearly called for Superman, if he could risk leaving the scene long enough to change. In his own twisted way, Lex obviously did care for Lois, so he probably wouldn't hurt her if he had a choice; it should be safe to let them out of his sight for a few moments.

He hadn't, however, counted on Lois.

"Kent?" Wanda demanded in an irate tone, twisting her head to stare at the man holding the gun. "What do you think you're doing?" Before either man could guess her intentions, she dealt Lex a sharp blow to the stomach with her elbow, then knocked the gun from his hand as he doubled over in pain. She caught the gun neatly before it hit the pavement, and dangled it from one finger. "Seems he wasn't the man I thought he was."

Clark moved forward as soon as he saw Lex fall, and quickly tied him up, leaving him face down in the road. He turned towards the small crowd of onlookers that had gathered outside the Ace O'Clubs and shouted "Someone call the cops, okay?"

Clark turned back to Lois/Wanda and had to grin. She returned the grin, and for a moment all seemed right between them.

Her grin slowly faded as she contemplated the scene. "Well, if he wasn't who I thought, maybe you weren't either."

"I'm not," he assured her gently. "But you've forgotten a lot more than me. Can I take you to a hospital, for evaluation?"

She considered it for a long moment, then nodded reluctantly. "Reckon I ought to check into things. I don't have to sing for another few hours, anyway."

"We'll have to wait here until the police arrive," he reminded her, already hearing a siren in the distance. "I'm not taking any chances with him, not again. But then we can start to put things right."

and that's the end for now ... you could segue right into my "Forget Me Not, Redux" though, if you'd like more resolution <g>