Ooh, I love this one and just reread it yesterday! It's Pam Jernigan's "Blind Leading the Blind".
Okay, here's another one of my favorites:
Lois had stiffened slowly as she tried to comprehend what Clark was telling her. Anger was rising within her, blotting out her craving for his touch. How could Clark be doing this to her? Did he think it was funny to mock her pain with this ridiculous story?
She drew herself up, and his hands dropped away from her. Ignoring the sudden chill at the loss of contact, she spun to face him. "Don't be ridiculous, Clark!" she snapped. "I think I know the difference between you and..."
Her voice died in her throat. He was standing a step below her, and his face was nearly on a level with hers. It was white and apprehensive... and totally serious.
"Do you, Lois?" he said when she didn't continue. "What's the difference between me and Superman?"
