I can't help but feel sorry for Clark here. To have his power, his ability to do so much, but to be trapped in a self-imposed cage, fearing that one shake, one nearly imperceptible tremor, could cause him to accidentally hurt someone. He's had this condition for weeks, and he can't help but fear that it will never go away - that he'll be stuck alone in his room for...days? weeks? years? Gosh, the hopelessness he must feel!


You can find my stories as Groobie on the nfic archives and Susan Young on the gfic archives. In other words, you know me as Groobie. wink