Excellent choice, Jill!! It's LabRat's Sugar and Spice.
Okay, how about this one:
"Clark? You okay, buddy?"
Henderson's concerned enquiry made him realise he must have drifted off for too long. "Sorry," he replied, looking up. "Got a lot on my mind."
"Well, how about sharing some of it with me?"
His heart was hammering even before he knew he'd made the decision. "You have to promise me that what I'm about to tell you goes no further than this office."
"As long as it's not material evidence, sure."
He shook his head. "I need more than that. No-one else knows, or I can't tell you."
"Then what?"
"Then I guess I'd have to stop co-operating with the investigation."
Henderson considered him for a long time before replying. "Okay, Clark, you got my word. This better be good."
"You're sure?"
"You want me to swear on my badge? It won't mean any more, because when I give my word, it's binding. Simple as that."
"Okay." Clark pulled his glasses off and looked steadily at Henderson. "The reason I need the investigation stopped is because I have an identity to protect. The kidnappers weren't after Clark Kent, reporter at the Daily Planet, they were after Superman."
Henderson frowned. "Superman? So you were the bait?"
Why was it that when he wanted to tell someone, they never caught on, and when he didn't want to tell someone, they figured it out right away? "No, I was the target."
"But you just said Superman was the target."
Clark nodded. "Exactly."
"So you're trying to tell me that you're...?"
"Yes."
Wendy
