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"Ahh…aaahh…aaaa." Clark let out a pained grunt on the ground. It wasn't a good thing to be electrocuted. His nerves were slightly on fire.

Yes, he was Superman and Krptonite was his only weakness, but that did not mean he didn't feel pain. His current location: the ground. He steadily stood up and dusted his costume. His thoughts went back to that woman he just saved. She had a really nice way of thanking people.

He used his X-ray vision in hopes that would help him find her. To his dismay, he didn't see her.

If she had superpowers, why did she need Superman to save her? Was she an enemy or a foe? This was something he had to find out.

While Superman was deep in thought, that's when it hit him. The woman in the photo that Jimmy gave him a few days ago, looked like the woman Superman saved today. There was no mistaking hair was snow white which contrasted with her dark mahogany skin. And her eyes, they were blue just like that photo.

Superman was determined. He had to find this woman, but first he had to leave these unconscious men in jail, where they belonged. He picked up the unconscious criminals from the ground and flew into the sky.

"Oh goddess! Where am I?" This certainly didn't look like home. This didn't look Westchester County, New York City. In fact she was pretty sure she was lost.

It was definitely America, but she didn't know where –exactly. Usually when she flew, Ororo used routes that were familiar to her. Routes she used to get back to the Xavier mansion. Ororo didn't know how to get home. She didn't know if she would be able to fly because now her own powers could not be trusted. It was almost as if her powers were being controlled by a switch. They would turn on and off.

She walked down the unfamiliar paths of Metropolis ignoring the looks that people gave her. Her looks always caught people's attention. She was used to this. It used to bother her at first but she learnt to embrace her differences. For that is what made her unique?

Right now she needed a phone to talk to one of her fellow X-men. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a phone booth at the corner of the street. Once she called them they would pinpoint and get her back home safely. She had to decide who she was going to call. There were only a few numbers she had mesmerized. She thought about calling Wolverine. No, that was bad idea.

Ororo immediately decided against it. They weren't together anymore. Though it hurt, she couldn't rely on him anymore. She definitely did not want to look like that 'clingy X-girlfriend". Calling him would make it look like she refused to let go when he clearly choose to be with about him caused that all so familiar ache in her heart.

Luckily she also memorized Professor Xavier's number. She waited patiently for the woman in front of her to finish using the phone. Her hands searched the pockets of her jeans for coins. She was relieved to find 5 cents, enough to make one call. She got inside phone booth when it was her turn. She slid in the coin. Ororo quickly dialed Xavier digits and patiently waited for it to ring.

"Dear customer, the number you have dialed doesn't exist." The operator clearly stated.

Her heart dropped. Ororo hastily pressed redial.

""Dear customer, the number you have dialed doesn't exist." The operator stated once again.

She kept on trying but it wasn't working. She tried calling Hank's but she got the same response. Maybe Wolverine's number would work? She hated doing this, but he was the only option left. Unfortunately when she did try, she got the same response.

Ororo panicked. She had been in there for quite a while.

"Excuse me lady. Could you hurry up, please? I also need to call someone too." A man put his hands in the air, not hiding the fact that he was irritated and impatiently waiting.

Ororo simply ignored him.

Oh goddess. What was she going to do? Firstly she didn't know where she was, her powers were failing her and she had no money. She had spent all her money on a call that she couldn't make. She got out of the phone booth and pushed aside the rather impatient man who waited for his turn. She was caught off guard from the large growl from her stomach. She was hungry.

Ororo had eaten anything that morning because Hank insisted that she shouldn't if he was going to run tests on her. She thought of that man who wore a blue and red costume. Was he a mutant? He saved her once; maybe he could help her again. She didn't sense bad aura from him. Could he be trusted?

She took in the surroundings of this huge city. Skyscraper after skyscraper. She was lost and confused.

It had been several days since he ran into her, since he had seen her.

He thought about her on several occasions. Perhaps it was good thing, not seeing her. It meant she was safe, out of dangers way. Superman had done his job.

She still intrigued him. He wondered who she was and where she was running from.

He rubbed his temples.

"Kent, are you listening to me."

"Yes, I am, sir." Clark was in a meeting with Perry.

"Good. Find out everything about Lex Luthor and his successful company. I want this article to be amazing."

"It will, sir."

"Good. You may leave. I also have my own work to do." Perry picked up a file. Clark go up and walked to the door and sat behind his desk. He was tired mentally and physically. The whole day he been working as Clark Kent and Superman, patrolling the city and clearing the streets.

He rubbed his temples. He had to start working on this article. He opened his file and looked at the information he gathered for it. This article was about Lex Luthor, the successful chairman of the most powerful high tech conglomerates in the world, Lexcorp.
People were interested to find out how Lex Luther paved his way to success and that was what Clark was going to find out through this article. He managed to get an appointment with Lex, where he would interview the man. Yes, he was known for his philanthropy, donating millions of dollars to Metropolis over the years, funding parks, foundations and charities but something about that man seemed of rather off. Clark believed it was all just a show. He was hiding something. Clark and Superman were going to do some serious investigation.

He turned to next page of the file that was currently in front of him. Both eyebrows were raised when he saw the picture of that woman Jimmy had given him. This was definitely the woman he saved. Clark studied it closely, each and every detail of it, her face, her eyes, her hair-everything. It was a simple picture, but it spoke volumes. She was differently different. When he saved her in that dark alley, she looked alone. Almost like she needed him. His help and his strength could save her.

Clark put the picture into the pocket of his black suit. Staring at the photo steered an emotion he could not pinpoint. Clark could not explain it. He didn't bother to. It was not like he going to see her again? He decided it was time to go home, but before he left he wanted to check his email. His heart warmed up when he saw an email from dear Lois. He clicked on it.

Hey Smallville,

Miss you so much! I can't decide who I miss more, Clark or Superman…lol

I just wanted to let you know I arrived safely. Got here a few weeks ago. It's a nice little country. Very cold. Thank goodness I brought all my coats.

As for my story, it is going great. I talked to several brilliant young ladies. Even with the tough laws in this country, they were very willing to let me interview them. They are very courageous. They want to see change and were inspired by my story. This might take longer then I thought.
Who knows, after this I might win a noble prize.

Anyway how is Metropolis's hero? Tell Clark, that I miss Superman.
I love you so much and can't wait to see you.

Lots of Love
Lois

Clark let out a toothy smile. Hearing from Lois always made his day. He clicked on reply and typed his own email that was filled with the love he had for her and how he couldn't wait to see her. He always knew how to write sweet messages.

It was time to go home. He put on his jacket, carried his briefcase and headed to the elevator.

Clark stood patiently at the bus stop. It was about time he got a car. He was saving. His salary wasn't that of a lawyer. It would take time. He could have flown home but at times it was nice to live life the way normal humans did. He appreciated the simple things in life.

He looked at the time. It was 7:45. That's when he remembered he needed to get a few groceries. His fridge was empty. He still had time. The nearest grocery shop was closing at 8. He would get there with in seconds.

She couldn't believe she was doing this, returning to her old life style. It was wrong but she was also desperate. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Several days had past and still no answers. She was on square zero. Returning to her old ways was absolutely wrong but it could not be helped. She hadn't had a decent meal and sleep in days. All she had to do was take a few things from the grocery store. Essentials and then leave. The owner wouldn't notice. She was a skilled thief. Back in her teenage years, she had learnt the art of stealing back in Cairo, Egypt.

She casually walked into the store and quickly grabbed a packet of bread, canned meat and fish ,bottle of juice, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste. She walked to the cashier.

"Good evening." The Chinese man smiled warmly at her. He didn't suspect a thing.

"Good evening." Ororo replied. He quickly worked out the price for all the things she bought.

"That will be $10.99"

"Alright." Ororo put on a calm face.

"I would also like to get that packet of batteries." She pointed behind the stubby man where the packets of batteries were placed. The man looked behind him. He picked one packet of Energem batteries.

"Oh, these ones…?" He looked in front of him. She was gone and to make matters worse, she left with the groceries she hadn't paid for. He picked up his phone and called the police

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Ororo covered her head with a grey hoodie and sprinted away from that little grocery shop. She felt terrible about what she had just done. She should had turned around and return the stolen items. However she couldn't, she needed them. She looked behind to make sure that no one was following her. Good, no one was on her tail. She made a turn at her corner.
She looked in front of her only to be knocked down by something hard.

"Oh sorry, Ma'am…" He reached his hand towards her. Her hoodie slid off her face. The items she stole fell on the ground. From the guilty look she gave him, he knew for a fact that those things were stolen.

"You…" Clark remembered that face. Ororo immediately put her leg in front of his feet and tripped him to the ground. Clark fell down. He was taken off guard.
Ororo got up and dashed way. Right now was probably the best time to fly away. Why did her powers choose to fail her at such inconvenient times?
Clark got off the floor. There was no way that he was going to left her leave this time. He would not let her out of his sight. He used his super speed and in no time stood in front of Ororo.

"Stay away from me!" She yelled at him. Clark walked closer to her.

"Why are you following me? Why do you want! "He didn't answer her and that angered her.

It was time to scare this human away. She didn't have time for this. By now the police were tracking her down. Hopefully her powers were working? Her eyes immediately turned white which startled
Clark a little. Was she going to attack him? She aimed her hand at him. She would give him a warning shot.

Thunder came down from the dark cloudy sky but instead of hitting her target, it struck her and for the first time in her life, she was electrocuted by her own electricity. The sensation was different. It was hot. She didn't understand this phenomenon. From a young age, she learnt that electricity was her friend, her protector. So why was it doing this to her?
Clark watched flabbergasted. His eyes refused to leave her.

Ororo eyes rolled to the back of her head. She lost consciousness. Before she fell to the floor, Clark stood in front of her and wrapped his arms around her. He gently carried bridal style, in his strong arms. He studied her face.

"Who are you exactly?" He whispered to an unconscious Ororo.

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