Heh, I was just re-reading this one yesterday... Meredith's "Rest and Reproduction" <g>
She nodded. "Where did you get this? Where's Clark? Is he all right?" The intensity of her whisper made echoes bounce around the mine again. A little rain of gravel answered it.
Superman bit his lip and Lois felt her heart sink. "He's all right! Say he's all right, Superman!" Appalled, she felt the prickle of tears in her eyes and a sudden ache in her throat. Clark couldn't be hurt--or-- She couldn't even bring herself to think the word. "Please!"
He put a cautioning hand on her wrist to stem the flood of words. "Shh! He's all right, Lois. I promise."
The relief was almost overwhelming, and she felt the tears spill over. She wiped them away, fiercely trying to regain her self-control. "Where *is* he?"
"Here." The word was so low she wasn't sure she heard it correctly.
"What?"
"He's here, Lois. *I'm* Clark."
PJ