He had thought that the pain from the Kryptonite was bad.
However, lying in that alley, surrounded by a blanket of white, he found a new level of badness that seeped in through the despairingly thin blue spandex, invading every cell in his body. A strong ache settled deeply into his bones as his entire body shook almost uncontrollably. His hands became numb, slipping on the ground beneath him as he tried to stand. And his feet, man did his feet hurt!
Hah! I knew it! I knew cold was bad. I hate when it gets cold, which it does quite often in Scandinavia in the winter. Right! Kryptonite's got nothing on the sheer deadening numbness of cold!!!
For Clark, there is only one cure for the pain of coldness - the warmth of Lois Lane!
The combination of hot chocolate, a hot roaring fire, and the very hot body of his wife snuggled against him dissolved any lingering bits of cold. With a contented sigh, he snuggled back into the cushions as he realized that once again, she was right. While he would not want to do it every day, freezing his butt off was worth the thick blanket of warmth he found himself in.
Aawww... *snuggles into warmth of story*
But hey, what's this?
AN: As I said, this came to me this morning. I had forgotten my jacket, and as luck would have it, it felt as though the wind gods themselves had a vendetta out for me! When I got back to my room, I checked the temperature for Fort Huachuca online. THIRTY SEVEN DEGREES!!! (er... Fahrenheit, not Celsius...) Okay, sure, other places have seen icky things like snow, but *whine* this is supposed to be the deseeeeert!
You had thirty seven degrees? Fahrenheit? Excuse me, but that isn't even below freezing, is it? Is that cold? Is it? :p :p :p
Ann
Poor Clark - Superman with incipient frostbite. 
