Thoughts…?
Lois was half dozing on the couch while Xena, Gabrielle and Iolaus sat playing a heated game of poker.
Awww, look. The young one’s all tuckered out from the adventure!
"What happened to you?" she asked them both when she pulled away, noting the various smudges and stains on their clothing, the dust in their hair, and the dried blood on Hercules' forearm.
Would you believe “apartment fire”?
We can swap stories afterwards."
/imagines campfire story atmosphere/ “Then Anubis bit into Ptah’s dust and everything calmed down again. Until Hercules screamed with Sobek attached to his arm!”
Clark ducked into the master bathroom and took a long, leisurely two minute shower.
into a pair of thin, red plaid sleep pants and a black t-shirt.
Not a bright blue shirt?
He was about to exit the room when he suddenly remembered the shards of stone in his hidden pockets.
Right! Can you imagine if Lois found them during the next load she put into the machine? Oh boy, Clark would be in big trouble, trying to explain for whom he got those fancy jewels.
"Booby traps and a couple of frost giants to do battle with," Hercules said.
"And I missed this?" Iolaus pouted.
First time he was dead. Second time he got to watch over a couple of dames.
"I got bit by the crocodile god's statue," Hercules replied with a shrug.
Should have taken Mick Dundee instead.
His tone of voice suggested that he was truly devastated to have missed such a grand adventure.
Well, he *was* cooped up in the Elysian fields for the past couple millennia.
"So that wound on your arm. It's from what? A stone crocodile?" Lois said.
On the plus side, it’s likely not infected.
Hercules shook his head. "We can't afford to raise eyebrows right now.
“Action star injured in stunt accident while doing battle with mechanical dragon”?
Because *someone’s* too high and noble to go out and do a little heat vision pest control.
Clark stood, his hands clenched into tight fists. Cords of muscle stood out on his arms from the sheer tightness in his body. His dark eyes flashed with anger and fear.
You know, here he’s all manly and protective, but later, a little death plan gets his cape all twisted up.
"Separate your souls from your bodies?" he repeated, sounding concerned. "Sounds extremely dangerous." He sent a pointed look at Lois.
“No, not really. You do it with me on a semi-regular basis.”
It was completely fused together.
Ooooooooh!
Clark hesitantly relented. It was true. Despite the threat to himself and his family, he knew that he would never be able to bring himself to take a life.
/shakes head/
Were his actions going to make him an accessory to murder?
Really?
Michael
But then again, watering Clark with coffee won't harm him. 
