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Finally feeling tired, and not having any better ideas than to pull Clark’s glasses off when he least expected it, she headed to bed.

He held her for a few minutes before leaning down to kiss her. She’d missed this. They hadn’t argued, but she had felt herself distancing from him while her mind played tricks on her regarding his potential other identity. She was still mad that he’d run out on her two nights ago, and if he was living a double life, there was the beginnings of an anger and sadness that he hadn’t told her the truth already. She tried hard to stomp those feelings down as they weren’t substantiated. There would be nothing worse than being angry at Clark due to her own imagination. How would she explain that to him?

Thirty minutes later and she was slowly getting closer to Clark’s place. Downtown had been a disaster, despite her initial assessment that traffic wasn’t bad. Every light she’d arrived at had turned red, and in her frustration she was finding herself drifting more than a little over the speed limit. She forced herself to check her impatience, getting a ticket right now would not be conducive in getting her to Clark before Diana got there!

“I’m not asking you to. Superman knows what’s best for him and the risks he can take. If we don’t do this, there’s no other option that you know of at the moment?” As the doctor shook his head, she forged ahead. “Then we try his idea. Get him whatever you need him to sign to release him, and we’ll be on our way.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Lois felt a small amount of chagrin for not bothering to learn the doctor’s name.

“Miss Lane, if this doesn’t work, don’t approach him. I’m not sure what he has planned but if he is radioactive, it could kill you.”

She gulped at the seriousness of his tone, thanked him for the warning, and hopped into the drivers seat.

“Go back to the hospital. Mayson is on duty tonight watching over Mr. X. Diana is going to try to get to him there, I’m sure of it. Warn Mayson that Diana is the assassin. She’s the one that had the Kryptonite. She kissed me last night, that’s how I must have ingested it.”

Beneath the increasing worry she felt for Clark at his current absence, she could feel a slow simmering anger beginning to grow as she remembered many of his excuses, and her interactions with both Clark and Superman. She shook herself out of her thoughts. She had a story to write, and if she sat here and continued that train of thinking, she’d end up either a blubbering mess, or a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.