That's from Irene Dutch's wonderful "Taking Repsonsibility"
Lois leaned back on Clark's solid chest, for support. That
had been too close. If Clark hadn't gotten them both out
of there, they might well have been killed. Good thing he
was so strong and fast. Not to mention nimble; she would
have expected some stumbling as they retreated that
quickly, but the movement had been very smooth. They might
have been sliding on rails... or flying.
Lois told herself sternly to stop imagining things. Clark
did not fly.
With one last squeeze, Clark let go of her waist, and
stepped past her to take a turn watching what little they
could see of the action.
He was awfully fast, though. And without his glasses, in
her memories, he had kind of looked familiar...
No, she must be crazy. Clark had nothing in common with
Superman. Well, except for a fantastic body and unusually
good hearing...
She forced herself to breathe slowly as a hundred images
and incidents came to mind, all things that hadn't made
sense at the time, but which fitted a certain pattern, in
retrospect. No, she was cracking up under stress. It had
been hard for her to choose between Clark and Superman, but
she had done so, and she was happy with her choice. She
didn't need wild fantasies about Clark leading some sort of
double life... though she knew he was hiding some kind of
big secret...
Feeling shaky, she looked up at Clark. He was looking
steadily toward the pile of crates between them and Toni.
With his glasses halfway down his nose. What sort of
person sees better without glasses?
And then everything fell into place, and out of all
recognition.
