Once they gently descended, continuing to hold eachother, upon firm ground. Their boots made no noise against the long thin green tresses of grass. Clark was unsure but he knew they were bound to be in Europe somewhere. He figured Diana lost course, without flying lower she would not have had any landmarks to go by.

They both glanced out into the dark merky blue water that weaved calmly across the white frizzy surface. The many rocks and boulders that lined the shorline gave Clark a closer approximation as to where they may be. 'England maybe . . . or Ireland?' he thought as he glanced around, examining the area for anymore ideas to pinpoint his geographical location.

"Clark, dear. What's the matter?" Diana purred and his blue eyes met hers.

"Wasn't I supposed to ask that?" he chimed, "Dear." Diana smiled. The cold wind picked up, Diana's hair and Clark's cape swung in the air. It was a perfect moment, Diana seemed to have almost forgotten the reason for her depature. Until a shiver ripped through her, she was never prone to the cold or heat like other women but the strange trembling her body under went was strange to her as the air didn't feel cold to her it was nothing but warm.

Without questioning, Clark removed his cape, though at first he thought it best to keep it connected to his uniform. That was well before he met the strong woman in his arms – someone who took him by surprise – he never would have dreamt his idea would have its benefits. "Clark?" quizzed Diana.

"Why don't we sit down and talk?" he offered and extended his elbow for her. She reluctantly curled her arm through his as he turned and lead the way.

Moving away from the edge of the cliff that overlooked the shoreline below. They wandered towards a thick waddle tree. It's green lush leaves glowed under the sun, swaying happily with the breeze as if welcoming the two.

Once out of the sun, the two nestled under the tree. Clark sitting with his back against the bark but his rear and legs curled into the roots and curves of the grass. Holding his hand out, Diana willingly grasped with his cape around her shoulders, he lightly yanked her against his chest and she smiled content once more in his arms and away from the worries of the world around her.

The two were silent for some time.

Indulging in each other's presence. Diana knew he was going to ask and this time she beat him to it. "Home." she said.

Clark glanced down at her. Diana continued to peer on ahead, comforted by the sight. Clark didn't answer instead waited. She continued, "I want to go home because . . . I'm worried about my sisters." Diana this time, turned into him, curling her legs between his she sat nestled against him, her form perfectly moulding into his. "I know they can take care of themselves but I don't . . ."

She couldn't finish the sentence.

"You don't want to wake up one day, to find out you're all alone." Diana nodded against his chest, afraid she crossed some line. "Hey, look at me." Clark willed, his long thick fingers threaded under her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. "It's okay, I understand. Just next time don't storm off like that. I was worried you wouldn't meet me half way." The pain that slipped through his eyes was quick but it was slow enough for Diana to catch and decipher it. Her hands cupped his larger face in her smaller hands.

"I will always meet you half way. And if you can never me meet half of the way I'll go the whole way. Just don't make me regret it." she spoke softly, as she reflected on that impulsive anger back in Metropolis she felt for Lois.

She saw Clark's reaction when they were on their first date but never really realised it until several months later. That he was in love with her – he was willing to do anything for her and she threw him away like he was nothing. That both pained and angered Diana to no end and that's when she vowed she would do everything in her power to never hurt him and now that look in his eyes had told her she was close – told her that she'll shatter him possibly beyond repair if she doesn't choose her words carefully. "I won't, as long as you hold up your end." he said.

"I will. For as long as I live."