Oh WOW! This is beyond messed up!
It wasn't fair to her. She didn't know what she was getting herself into. It was one thing to ask average Joe Clark Kent to marry her. It was another to ask Clark Kent, aka Superman, to marry her. She needed to know all the facts before she could really and truly decide if he was someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
As usual, Clark is only thinking of her, but he really should have told her who he was and then taken off. Shocking? Yeah, but than Lois could have time to consider just who she was asking to spend her life with.
He found the first group of workers easily enough. They had made it fairly close to the door before collapsing. He brought them outside and to the paramedics, then headed back in. For hours, he searched the facility, from top to bottom and in every obscure corner. As he got deeper inside, he began to find the bodies of those who'd already died, thanks to the high levels of radiation inside. And, he noticed, as he got deeper and deeper into the facility, he began to feel strangely. He almost felt...sick.
This is radiation after all, it can affect anyone, even Superman.
By the time he reached Metropolis, he could barely fly. Forced into a landing, he found himself still a ways from either his apartment or Lois'. But he was near one friend's apartment. Someone he could trust to get him where he needed to be. He angled himself down to land before the building in question. But when he touched down, he collapsed on the steps leading up into the building.
S.T.A.R. Labs? Bernie?
For hours, she'd been ranting to herself, in an effort to bleed her emotions dry enough to begin healing her broken heart. After Clark had run off - and wasn't that just so typical of him, to run off during an important moment! - she'd held it together long enough to make it to her car. But once she was behind the wheel with the doors locked, engine idling and the heat beginning to seep out from the radiator vents, she'd cried. She cried harder than she'd ever cried in all her life.
Yup, crying is the best way to deal with heartache. Clark should never have run off like that!
"Mayson, for the love of God, don't jerk me ar..." She bit off her words abruptly and looked back at the sleeping face next to her. "C...Clark?"
She might toss out the marriage proposal and finish off the job that the radiation started!
