Okay, at last! Here's the next one - a dead giveaway, IMO, even if I have blanked out the key names.
*********
"I don't know what to say." That, at least, was the truth. If Clark had
any sense, he'd drive them both home. By the time she could call the
military, he'd be long gone.
Something about her made him want to stay.
"You could snap my neck with a flick of your wrist," Lois said calmly.
"I knew that, and yet I still decided to come. If I could trust you
that much, why can't you trust me in return?"
He would have expected to see fear in her eyes. In her position, he
would have been terrified. Someone strong enough to snap metal could
kill without even thinking about it. Clark hesitated before looking up
into her eyes. If he saw fear, he'd have to find some way of lying to
her.
Her eyes showed no fear at all. Instead, they showed fascination. She'd
leaned toward him when Clark would have expected her to pull away. He
hesitated a moment then came to a decision.
If he was to have any chance at a normal life, he'd have to trust her.
The life of an outlaw wasn't any sort of life for a child. If Lois was
as trustworthy as she claimed to be, he might be able to live with her
knowing.
If she betrayed him, he wouldn't be much worse off than he was now. He
doubted that he'd be able to convince her that he was normal by any
conventional means. However, he might be able to convince her to keep
his secret.
"It'd be easier if I was the only person I had to worry about. I can
take care of myself."
"You're afraid of what would happen to your son," she said quietly.
"The media can be cruel."
"I felt like a freak when I was young. I don't want that for ****."
Clark stared out into the darkness. "I shudder when I think what people
might do to him if they found out how different he was."
Lois hesitated, then touched his forearm. "I'll never tell anyone
else."
Clark sighed. "I guess I have to trust someone."
They were both silent for a long period. Eventually, Lois spoke
quietly. "Just how strong are you, anyway?"
**********
