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The mayor turned sharply to face them, and her eyes shifted from Lois to Clark and back with a brief flash of panic before she pasted a fake smile on her face.
“Oh, I know who you are, Ms. Lane,” Mayor Strauss responded, her voice dripping with distaste. She waved off her bodyguard, who stepped away from the group and positioned himself several feet away. “Now, what corruption and scandal are you going to accuse me of today?”
“The usual—accounting errors are all the rage these days, you know,” Lois said sarcastically, making of point of turning on her recording device. “Our work a couple weeks back on the drug trafficking ring involving some of Metropolis’s finest also uncovered a few names of major contributors to your reelection campaign. Care to comment?”
Love A-Plot! Keeps the story lively and moves things along.
Besides, Lois has Mayor Strauss on the ropes and that's something she needs to help take her mind off what's going on with Clarkie bear.
His reminiscing was interrupted by his superhearing, which kicked in momentarily, and he stiffened as screams of “Help!”, “The brakes!”, and “It won’t stop!” infiltrated his mind. From years of practice, he immediately recognized the sounds of a city bus, its screeching tires speeding out of control five blocks north of their current location. He heard passengers crying and onlookers scream as the careening bus plowed through crosswalks and scraped against parked cars. His breath caught in his throat, and with extreme effort, he consciously blocked out the voices and turned off his superhearing. It was the one superpower he couldn’t always control, even still, and it insistently intruded on occasion, reminding him of the job he was now unable to do.
Its so heartbreaking that he is powerless to help. Which is all Superman ever wanted to do. His first superfeat in Metropolis was stopping a bus with faulty brakes. Having superhearing at this delicate and painful time is definitely a curse.
Riding up the elevator for the third time that day, Clark leaned heavily against the wall and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling more tired than he should. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it as the elevator doors opened and his wife’s arm reached around him to help guide him out.
“You okay?” she asked carefully, leading the way down into the bullpen. She headed to her desk this time, and he followed.
Have to ask; haven't the other members of the newsroom noticed Clark has been displaying signs of illness? He has always been so healthy. Seeing him moving around in a sluggish manner has got to have them wondering... after all they are reporters! Jimmy isn't asking if there is anything he can do to help his friend CK? Ralph not making a disparaging remark? Most of all, Perry is not asking if maybe he should go home? This particular section has Lois and Clark almost in a bubble, isolated from the rest of their co-workers.
“Sounds good. I’m going to go and lie down for a few minutes,” he said quietly. He leaned over and kissed her cheek gently and then turned toward the smaller conference room.
Come on! No matter how quietly Clark leaves the bullpen, evenutally
someone is going to notice he's taking a nap rather than 'meeting with a source'.
His shoulders tensed as Dr. Klein’s voice came from over the speaker.
Bernie!
Rest Clark, somehow, I think you are going to need it.
This story is amazing and so different! Looking forward to the next part!
