Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or Superman. But I do own an illegal copy of Superman Returns.

And the little bars don't seem to be working...

Sarah turned and ran into the entrance sideways when the automatic doors would not open for her in time. She ran straight up to the reception desk of the hospital waiting room without even noticing her father sitting in one of the chairs facing the desk.

"Sarah!" he called after her.

She whipped around to find her father steadily rising from his chair. He looked simply bedraggled and drained of energy. "Dad!" She ran over to embrace him. "Oh, Dad, I took the first train out of Metropolis as soon as you called. How is he? What happened?"

Sarah's father took her duffle bag off her shoulder. "He's fine, Sarah. He had his last stitches last night."

"Stitches!" Sarah nearly screamed out of shock. "Oh my God, Dad!" The mere thought of Toby even close to bruised brought Sarah to a state of panic. Toby was her baby, her most loved person in the world, he even outranked the man she loved. She took such care and devotion with him; he had been like her own child for the past seven years…

"He's fine, Sarah," he reassured his anxious daughter. "He just had a bad fall."

Sarah closed her eyes, sighed, and mentally counted to ten in a matter of three seconds. "Ok," she said shakily, "what happened?"

"Well," he began, sitting his daughter down in the chair next to his, "he just got back from school yesterday, and because it was Friday he wanted to go out and play before dinner was ready. Well, it was pretty frosty and slushy outside from the recent weather we've been having, and he said he slipped and slid into a ditch. Got some pretty nasty scrapes and bruises from that fall alone…"

"Go on," Sarah urged when her father paused and looked away from her.

"Well, what I don't understand is how he got out of that ditch in the first place."

"What do you mean?"

"It's pretty deep, Sarah. In fact, both sides of the ditch are pretty steep, and icy to top it off. It would have been impossible for a seven year old to climb out of there alone. But he keeps telling me the same thing; that he did it by himself, no help at all. But he said he was pretty exhausted by the time he climbed out, and he passed out, right when the temperature was dropping."

Sarah's father was becoming increasingly agitated as he told the story, as if he didn't like to remember the whole ordeal. But he became silent for a long while, and he bobbed his clasped hands nervously. Sarah knew there was more to tell, he just couldn't or wouldn't be able to. But Sarah needed to hear everything. She placed her hand over his clasped ones, hoping to give what comfort she could.

"How did you find him?" she whispered.

"I…we didn't. We got a call from the hospital as a matter of fact. He was unconscious and his body temperature was very low. But the paramedics found him. They got a call, they had gotten a call that Toby was lying next to the ditch, and he wasn't moving… Sarah," he looked at her, unease written all over his face. "We had no idea he was there, no one did. That ditch is nowhere near anyone's property, and 911 didn't ask for the name of the caller, no one could have known where he was and no one knows who called."

Sarah sat there staring at her father, disbelief in both of their eyes. No one knew… yes, someone had to have known. But why didn't they come forward? A Good Samaritan? Not likely. That person should have done something to help Toby instead of calling 911 and leaving him to lay there in the frosty cold. This meant he probably would have frozen if he had stayed out in the cold any longer.

She had to see Toby.

"Dad?" she asked apprehensively. "Can I see him now?"

"Yes," he answered, patting her hand. "Yes, of course you can. He should be done with his nap, and he'd be so happy to see you… I've been here all night…"

"Then go home. You need to rest."

"Do you think you can find his room? It's-"

"Excuse me," a voice from the reception desk interrupted. They both looked up to find a dark-skinned nurse with hair the color of chocolate curls addressing them. "I'm going up to Toby's room to check his stats right now if you'd like to come with me."

"Oh," Sarah looked to her father, and he smiled weakly in response. "Yes, thank you."

Sarah and her father said their goodbyes before she followed the nurse to Toby's room. "Thank you again, Ms.?"

"Nurse Espinoza," she finished. "You're Toby's sister? He's such a good kid."

"Yes, he is. Thank you. Who's his doctor?" Sarah hoped it wasn't a rude question, she was sure this Nurse Espinoza was doing her best to care for her brother. But to her surprise, the nurse waved it aside.

"Oh, Dr. Dorian. He was supposed to give Toby his stitches but they ended up being too deep, so he got a surgeon, who happens to be my husband," she said rather proudly, "Dr. Turk, to give him the stitches." Nurse Espinoza turned to look at Sarah as she opened the door to Toby's room. "Your brother's in really good hands." But as soon as she said that, she opened the door to Toby laughing hysterically to a supposed skit two men were performing in front of him. One was wearing a blue doctor's uniform and the other was wearing a green uniform. They both stopped simultaneously and sheepishly whipped off the wigs they were wearing as soon as they saw the shocked looks on Sarah and Nurse Espinoza's faces.

"Sarah!" Toby screamed happily. Sarah ran to embrace her baby brother and restrain him from jumping out of bed.

"Turk!" Nurse Espinoza nearly screamed. "What are you doing? He should be resting!"

"Sorry, baby," the man in green uniform mumbled. "I think I'll just go now." He said a polite 'hello' to Sarah before he slinked out the door.

The man in blue uniform grinned awkwardly at the two girls before he too started stuttering, "S-sorry. Just thought we'd show off some of our talented, um skills…" He winked a little too obviously at Sarah, who only rolled her eyes at him in return.

"J.D.!" Nurse Espinoza scolded impatiently.

"Yeah right," he nearly jogged out the door when he saw the look on Nurse Espinoza's face, but popped his head back in, "nice meeting you." Sarah suppressed a grin when Nurse Espinoza shoved his head out and nearly slammed the door in his face.

"Sorry about that," she apologized.

"That's alright," Sarah said through a little laugh. At least they were trying to cheer Toby up. She squeezed her baby brother tightly but jerked away as soon as he squealed in protest, he did just have stitches done. She settled for stroking his baby blond hair back. "Sorry. Let's just see how you're doing, you crazy kid."

After Nurse Espinoza took Toby's stats, she ended up declaring him 'just fine', and was going to get her superior's approval to release him that night.

"You hear that, Toby?" Sarah asked excitedly after the nurse left the room, "you're probably going home tonight."

"Yup." Toby merely switched on the TV with the remote.

But Sarah swiped the remote and clicked the TV off. "We need to talk," she said, motioning with her hand that Toby needed to scoot over. Whenever they had to talk or share secrets with each other, they always lay in bed together. Sarah knew times or talks like this wouldn't last much longer. Toby was already seven…

"So," she began, settling in next to him, "you want to tell me what happened?"

"Ok," Toby looked worried for a minute, but remembered that this was his trusted sister, the only person in the world who truly believed every word he said. "Well, yesterday, I went to go play outside, but I wanted to try something new. So all I did was hop over that big fence by our next door neighbor's house. And there was this big hole in the ground, and I was playing soldier, when I slipped on the ice and fell in the hole."

"Then what happened?" Sarah was completely intent on his story.

"Then I got cut here," he pointed to his stitches, "and here. Then I started to climb out but I couldn't, it was too slippery."

"So how did you get out?

"Titch and Boon!"

"Who?"

"Titch and Boon, my friends! I told you about them before!"

He did tell her about them before. It had seemed like years ago, but it had only been a couple of months. Titch and Boon were his goblin friends, no one but Toby could see them. They were his secret friends who saved his life.

"They pulled you out?" she asked warily.

"Uh huh." Toby seemed unphased by the fact that two goblins had pulled him out of a ditch.

"Have you seen them since?"

"Yup. They come in here to visit me."

"But no one else comes with them? It's just Titch and Boon?"

"Yup." Toby was fiddling with the remote, clearly he was done telling his story and only wanted to watch his TV shows.

Sarah sighed as she plucked the remote out of Toby's hands and switched the TV back on. She supposed as long as it was just his friends, there was nothing to worry about.

Toby mumbled happily as he snuggled up to his sister.

"I'm glad you're okay," Sarah whispered, kissing his forehead.

Toby said nothing, only wrapped his little fingers around the palms of her hands.

She was wrapped in soft linen sheets, covered with a down comforter, and her head nestled comfortably on a soft pillow. Enveloped by sunlight, she looked into a pair of amber eyes smiling back at her, it was her mother.

Sarah woke up with a sharp gasp, sitting up in Toby's hospital bed. He was sleeping next to her, and the TV was still on. When did she fall asleep? When did Toby? She couldn't really blame him; he had been through a lot the past couple of days. But so had she.

She looked down at her sleeping brother… his friends had saved him. She didn't doubt for a second that it was them who had somehow called 911. Did Jareth have anything to do with this? He must have, he was their King. If he wanted to, he could have told Titch and Boon to leave Toby where he was… deep in that hole, where no one would have found him…

And for one fleeting moment, just now, she could have sworn her mother, the mother she used to be, was lying in bed with her…

Sarah suppressed a groan and rubbed her hands over her face as she lay back into the hospital bed. She managed to sigh with relief for the tenth time that day when she reminded herself that Toby was safe and taken care of. She flipped a channel to a news report only to see him again. She threw down the remote and watched intently, despite the fact that she had not seen Superman in a more personable setting, she still couldn't get enough of him, he still managed to fascinate her.

"Toby," she whispered, nudging him awake. "Toby, look. It's your favorite person on TV."

"Huh?" Toby groaned and rubbed his eyes awake, but sat up straight in bed as soon as he saw a red cape on the television. "Alright!"

But they didn't have much of a chance to watch Superman for long.

"Alright!" A very tall, broad man in a white doctor's robe flew the door open and came striding into the room. "You're free to go."

Sarah quickly sat back up again and nervously tucked her hair over her ears. "What?" she asked, completely confused at the doctor's sudden appearance

The man stepped in front of the hospital bed and glanced at Sarah before he flipped his chart to look over Toby's stats. "I'm Dr. Cox, chief resident, big man, big cheese, whatever you want, and I'm telling you his mother's on her way to pick up Toby and you're both free to go sleep in your own beds."

Sarah sat wide-eyed, completely shocked, no doctor had ever talked like that to her. Was it really such a crime to sleep for a few hours with your baby brother in a hospital bed?

"Excuse me?" Sarah blurted out. "What did you just say?"

Dr. Cox did look a bit guilty. "Sorry. My soap's are on, and every TV in the hospital is taken."

Sarah gave him a sideways glance. "You watch soaps?"

He grumbled at her and turned to the TV, flipping the channel to a crying woman on screen.

"Hey!" Sarah and Toby both cried.

"Eh, he takes away all our business," he griped.

Sarah was about to argue, but Karen came flying into the room, and headed straight for Toby. "Oh, my baby!" she fussed. "I'm so glad you're okay and you're coming home today!"

Sarah was used to be being ignored by her. "Now things just got worse. I gotta get out of this hospital."

Fortunately, Toby was able to go home that night. All he needed was some rest and to take some ibuprofen every few hours if the stitches or bruises became too painful for him. Sarah assured both her dad and Karen that she would be looking after Toby for the next couple of days and she would make sure he was well taken care of, meaning he would stay within the house walls and watch him like a hawk.

Sarah kept her word and for the next week she took care of her little brother while her dad and Karen were at work; she even persuaded the two of them to go out to dinner and a movie the next weekend. In exchange, Karen gave her some cash to go clothes shopping. But Sarah only stuffed it away in her bag, the shopping never was so great in her hometown.

The past few months had been hard without her brother, and Sarah knew he was growing up, very fast. There would be a time when he wouldn't want to hang out with his older sister, or there would come a time when she really would become too busy for him, perhaps when she had her own children; if she ever had her own children. Besides that, it was nice to get away from the city for a while. Away from the skyscrapers, and traffic, and the crowds, and from nights alone… yes, Toby was a nice distraction.

Sunday night came and Sarah and her family decided to catch the lighting of the local Christmas tree. It was a local get-together where the neighbors came to visit each other and celebrate the holidays. They all dressed in their warmest and faced the bitter cold while visiting with old friends and sipping hot cider. Sarah was only too happy to be among family and old friends again, to be in a time when people act most compassionately, to be celebrating a season of goodwill among a spectacle of lights and the soft jingle of bells. As her parents mingled with their neighbors and friends, Sarah took Toby to see carolers and the elaborate Christmas lights people put on their old Victorian homes.

The Goblin King was far from her mind, and so was her life back in Metropolis. She was finally happy. Happy to be with her family again, happy to be herself again, to feel like the child she used to be; before she grew into an adult nearly overnight. To see and hear the excitement of her favorite holiday… nothing could have upset Sarah that wonderful night.

Except for that sound.

The sound of something exploding and then the sick rumble that followed afterwards. It wasn't too far off either. The crowd already started moving to the source of the sound.

"Toby!" Sarah cried, scooping him up into her arms, afraid he would have gotten lost in the crowd. She held him close while a mass of people rushed past the two of them.

"Sarah, what is it?" Toby nearly shouted above the crowd.

"I don't know," Sarah stayed where she was but was becoming increasingly agitated by the growing number people pushing past her and Toby.

"Sarah! Sarah!" her dad and Karen managed to find the two of them within the confused crowd of people. "Let's stick together. Don't go anywhere if you get lost."

"Dad, we're not going to get lost," Sarah reassured. "I know this town like the back of my hand. It's the crowd that's getting me worried."

"Karen!" A woman in bright red came rushing up to her step-mother. "Do you know what's going on?"

"No, Edith," Karen said shakily, "I've no idea."

"That old apartment complex!" A broad man with a beard came rushing by. "It came from over there!"

Her family exchanged looks with each other before he father finally shouted, "We all stick together!"

They all nodded hesitantly before her father began to lead the way through the bustle of people, with Karen clinging to his arm. Sarah followed behind, but kept both arms wrapped around Toby, she was not letting him go.

Her family stayed close together while they carefully made their way through the crowd, and Sarah's heart froze when they finally reached their destination.

It was indeed the old apartment complex, but it was now bursting into flames. Sarah shivered, despite the flaming heat from the blaze. She pressed Toby to her instinctively.

"Sarah," he whimpered.

"I know…" she whispered.

"Sarah, look," Toby pointed up to the fourth floor of the building, and when she saw what he was pointing at, she was sure she was going to be sick.

There were still people, at least ten of them trapped on the fourth floor, and the fire was beneath them on the second floor, there was no way out for them unless firefighters came quickly; a building like that would not hold for long. The people inside were all frantically trying to breathe from the open windows but soon some were crawling out of the windows trying to escape the fire from below. Fortunately, it seemed the fire was contained inside, but soon the smoke alone would suffocate them.

She heard sirens in the distance, but it was only a matter of time now. Sarah watched in gape horror as she saw a little girl, no older than Toby, gasping for air through one of the open windows. But the crowd nearly screamed as another explosion sounded from the third floor this time, now the explosions were getting closer to the people trapped inside… a man from the second floor broke a window, trying to escape the growing inferno. But he was too weak. He coughed and gagged and tried to crawl his way out, but he was older, and his body only allowed him to hang halfway out the window. His only chance now was falling out completely, perhaps breaking the frail bones in his body.

"Toby," Sarah whispered, as the man's body struggled for air, "don't look." She turned his head away and squeezed her own eyes shut. She didn't want to see innocent people she had grown up with die a terrible death.

The crowd screamed again and in response, Sarah choked down a sob. The crowd became agitated again, but she didn't want to open her eyes…

"Sarah, look!" It was her father. But he didn't sound horrified at all, he sounded… excited.

Sarah hesitated for a moment. He couldn't have… her little town was so far from Metropolis. She forced her eyes open once more. There was just no way he could have made it in time.

But he did.

Superman gently laid the elderly man down while three other people rushed to attend to him. Sarah saw him say a few words to them, and they nodded in response. Quickly, Superman turned and flew up into the apartment building, to the fourth floor where all the people were. She waited a moment before Superman came flying out again, without any of the people, heading down straight for the second floor.

"What is he doing? The people are on the fourth floor! How is he going to get ten people out of a building in time if he's on the second floor!"

Sarah watched and waited intently. She still couldn't believe she was standing here actually waiting for Superman to do something. But the people inside were moving, they were moving up to the roof.

"Why are they moving to the roof?"

She still waited for something to happen. But just then she wished she could have covered her ears, or at least Toby's when a loud BANG sounded. The crowd of people all started when they heard the sound, but some started cheering when they noticed the fire from the second floor had gone out.

Superman flew out of the second floor and hovered above the flames of the third. Sarah saw him take a breath and then blow out a streaming breath of cold air from his mouth. She watched, fascinated, as the roaring flames quickly fanned away from the cold rush of air. The crowd cheered again as the growing fire was finally put out, but Sarah knew a building that old would not withstand the damage just done to it, and it would be impossible for the people to get out without the whole building falling on top of them. And to her shock, Superman flew back into the building.

"What is he doing? Why are all those people still on the roof?"

She heard a deep rumbling sound coming from the roof of the building. Toby and Sarah and the rest of the crowd raised their faces to the roof of the building, where they all saw the trapped people huddled together, completely terrified. But the crowd erupted in shouts and cheers as the roof was lifted from the building all together.

Sarah saw his cape flowing around his airborne body as he slowly but quickly lifted the roof from the building itself and carried it down to the street. The crowd stepped away and made room for the roof of people as Superman landed on his feet first, still carrying the crumbling slab full of people on his shoulders. He gently set the front part of the roof on the ground first then swiftly shifted his place underneath to grab the edge of the roof to set it completely down firmly on the ground.

The group of people jumped and ran into the cheering crowd. It was a mob of cheering, shouting people applauding Superman's heroism. But Sarah quickly handed Toby off to her as she mumbled a hurried, "I'll be right back."

She pushed her way through the mass of people, always keeping her sight on a red cape straight ahead of her. He was still helping a few shaken people down on the street when Sarah finally managed to weave her way through to his place in the crowd. And despite the rushing mass of people clamoring for his attention, he managed to see her.

Sarah stood frozen and she felt chills run along her spine, but it wasn't from the cold. The way he stood so proudly, the way he was looking at her. He met her eyes, and she held his gaze… she knew he recognized her.

The crowd was chaotic jumble of shouts and cheers, and Sarah could hear the sirens and policemen pulling up to the scene. But for a few moments, it was just her and Superman regarding each other. She felt her cheeks flush when he smiled warmly at her, and her breath stilled as he silently made his way towards her. But her heart leapt when he breathed, "hi."

"Hi," she spoke softly, her icy breath mingling with his.

He was splendid in his deep blue that molded to him like a second skin, enhancing his powerfully built chest and thick muscles, the red and yellow 'S' moving in time with each breath he took. He smiled down into her eyes, looking more than happy to see her.

They only stood there, one in front of the other, lost within the moment of their reunion amid the chaos of the crowd. An endless possibility of words ran through her mind at the sight of him, so amazing and striking.

But he seemed to be struggling with his own words. He opened and closed his mouth once or twice before he finally said, "Sarah… it's so good to see you again."

Sarah finally laughed aloud and lowered her gaze, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought you forgot about me."

He suddenly looked very taken aback and began shaking his head, "Oh, no, Sarah. Never…I…" he looked down nervously.

"Is he embarrassed?"

"I could never forget you," he said quietly.

Her heart and hopes soared to new heights at his words.

"I wanted to tell you," he continued, "for so long; that everything I told you that night… I have never told anyone else.

She smiled cheerfully in return and resisted the urge to stammer. "Now really, what was so hard about that?" She crossed her arms over her chest in mock anger. "You could have told me that weeks ago."

Now he really looked embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to. I-"

"Superman!" A woman in dark blue came running excitedly. She took little notice of Sarah. "Superman, I'm from the local newspaper. Could you answer some questions for me? I mean, in light of your heroism!"

Sarah stood watching him work his way into a polite refusal.

"I'm sorry, miss. But I'm afraid I can't stay."

The woman pointed at Sarah. "But you were just talking-"

"All I can say, miss," he began stepping away, "is that the explosions were caused by gas leaks. I'm sure of it. They should have been fixed a long time ago." He looked back to Sarah. "Goodnight." Then he shot up from the ground into the dark, winter sky.

Sarah watched him fly and disappear into the cold night. He said 'goodnight' to her. The thought of that and the fact that he did remember her, her name even, everything he said to her... she brought her hands up to her flushed face, and try as she might, she could not hide the delight in her expression either.

Unfortunately, the woman in blue noticed Sarah's apparent 'flush'. "Excuse me, miss? Would you happen to know-"

"No." Sarah did not even think about it. She would never speak to the papers about Superman. She knew what they wanted. The woman had seen her talking with him, albeit briefly, but still conversing with him in a very friendly way. "No," she said again, "I can't."

She turned away to find her family making their way through the crowd towards her. "Sarah," her father shouted, "are you alright? What are you doing?"

"Nothing, dad," she said, grabbing Toby again. "We have to go."

Her little family made their way back to their house in an excited chatter, but it was mostly Toby doing the talking.

"Did you see him?"

"He flew in like that!" He made flying gestures with his hands.

"And he made his breath cold! Like that!"

Sarah smiled at Toby, safe in her arms. Fortunately, no one had asked her about her little encounter with Superman. Perhaps they had not seen her with him. Perhaps it was better she didn't tell them about him and their friendship, it would raise too many questions.

They were passing a rather quiet area of the neighborhood where the trees still grew wildly. She didn't know why or what prompted her to do it, but Sarah suddenly looked up; she felt another presence among them.

She was right. A large, white barn owl was perched on a nearby tree and looked over in her direction when she spotted him. She was afraid, but she had to do it, she had to confront him.

"Dad," she said, walking up to his side, "I forgot I was supposed to meet some friends tonight. I won't be too long."

Her dad looked a bit worried and started looking around. "It's kind of dark, honey."

"Oh don't worry about her, she's fine," Karen interjected. She lifted Toby and stopped next to Sarah. "Have fun, dear. Just don't be too late."

"I won't. I'll be back soon." She slowly made her way back, but waited until her parents and Toby rounded the last bend before making her way into the small wood.

She carefully picked her way through dead branches and soft earth until she saw a flash of white fly swiftly to a nearby clearing. Sarah took a deep breath before she continued walking again. She finally came to the small clearing and if it weren't for the striking blonde white of his hair, she never would have seen him. The rest of his body seemed to have melted into the black of the cold night and of the trees surrounding him.

His back was turned to her but as she came closer his clipped voice cut through the silence. "I didn't do it if that's why you're here."

Sarah stood her ground. "That's not why I'm here. Besides, you didn't have to show yourself here."

He turned to her and raised an elegant eyebrow. "So, why are you here then?"

Sarah sighed and glanced down. She never in a million years thought she would be saying this to him. "I… I just wanted to thank you. For Toby. For saving Toby, I mean his friends saved him, but they're goblins, and well, thank you. Toby means more to me than anything else… I don't know what would have happened…" Even now she didn't want to think about what would have happened.

Jareth stood regally, regarding her for a moment before he turned away again. "I know he does."

Sarah wrapped her arms around herself. Never had Jareth been this cold or haughty to her before. Well, what did she expect from him? At least he knew Toby meant the world to her.

"He didn't have to. But he did…"

She looked away towards the lake in the park she always used to retreat to. It was hauntingly beautiful at night. If only they were meeting under different circumstances, perhaps if they had a different relationship, perhaps if he wasn't the villain. A villain who is protecting her baby brother now?

When she looked back at the Goblin King, she felt she were looking at a pale, marble statue of moonlight and black night. She felt chills run through her body for the second time that night; unfortunately it was not from the cold. Why was he so beautifully radiant even at night?

No. She couldn't. He was the Goblin King and a villain. She was a mortal girl who believed in good. But she knew if she only reached out for a moment, he would take her and love her.

But he said nothing to her. Only looked out unto the lake with his dark, cold eyes. Colder than this night she imagined.

"I only want to thank you," she whispered, afraid to speak too loudly. She turned and made her back through the tangle of branches, back to her home; but she would take her time. She hated herself for it, but she savored the feel of Jareth's eyes on her as she silently walked away.

The next morning Sarah woke early for a quick jog. She never got a chance to do this in Metropolis and she couldn't have picked a more perfect place or time to clear her head.

Unfortunately, her thoughts only became more complicated as the morning wore on. Why was Jareth sending his goblins to befriend and protect Toby? The child she took back. Was it a gift he had spoken of so long ago? Or was it something else? And why couldn't she try dating a normal human guy instead of pining for an alien, or having second thoughts about her wildest teenage fantasy?

She loved Superman for what he stood for and for the way he treated, the way he looked at her sometimes so warmly and affectionately. But could she honestly see him loving her back? She hated this. It was like high school all over again. Does he or doesn't he? Because if he doesn't, I don't care. Oh, of course I care, he's all I think about all day. Yuck.

And how much longer would she be able to put up with Jareth's surprise visits? He was remarkably aloof and colder than the very air around them last night. What scared her most was that one night, she would become too lonely, waiting for a man that may never come, and he would be there. And she may give in…

"No. Absolutely not. That's what he wants and that's how he will ultimately break me."

It was infuriating and frightening to say the least. Maybe she should try Christmas shopping after her jog. Or coffee… "Oh yea, that sounds good."

She hurried back home, showered, grabbed the money Karen had given her and headed out the door to the nearest café. Ordering a large coffee to go, she headed straight back outside and nearly spilled her hot coffee all over some poor pedestrian. But when she looked up she nearly laughed out loud.

Clark Kent was the last person she expected to see here.

AN: Thank you to all reviewers! It's way too late to name all the thanks like I usually do.

Shalom y Amor