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Be Not Echoes	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 3674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 11: SUPERGLUE FOR THE BROKEN PEOPLE
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--- KAL (continued) ---
"My cousin's waiting for me on the rooftop of the next building." Kal told her finally. He and Sharon had talked a while longer; but a few minutes ago, Kal had noticed his cousin Kara landing on the building next door. 'Am I interrupting?' She'd whispered low enough so only he could hear.
"Kara you mean? Power Woman?" Sharon asked.
"That's her." Kal smiled.
Sharon kissed him then. "Then I guess you'll probably want some time alone with her. So, I guess this is goodbye for now?"
"Suppose so. If... If you find her here, in Gotham-Metropolis, or even if you don't find her until you get to Beijing, China... If you want my help, just call... I'll be there if at all possible. I promise." Kal offered.
Sharon smiled at that. "I think I already knew that. And... you know; likewise. If you ever need me, just call."
"I think I already knew that too." Kal replied, giving her a warm hug, and getting up... "And I'm just realizing I have no clothes." He spoke.
"You do, actually. I asked the hotel concierge to buy some and bring them over while you were asleep, once I saw you'd changed back to being male again. They're right over there." She indicated the dresser by the far wall.
Kal smiled. "That was very thoughtful. Thank you." He offered softly.
"Just glad I could help." She replied, watching him get dressed with a warm smile and obvious appreciation of the view.
"How do you -pay- for all this by the way?" He asked curiously.
Sharon laughed a little. "Well, that was a problem. At first I was just using Jean's savings, but that only lasted a few months. I wasn't exactly watching my budget, you know... I was, I still am... pretty fanatic to get her back." She ended her though more softly and somberly, where she'd started off more warm and equanimous. "But," She rallied her mood. "I figured out pretty soon that it was very easy for someone like me to make money. Cities will pay lots of money for cheep electricity, and I can give them weeks worth at a time without it tiring me out much at all. Once I figured that out, lets just say it hasn't been a problem. My bank account's got somewhere around twenty million in it right now I think, if you're curious. You wouldn't believe how many private investigators I have on retainer."
Kal regarded her sympathetically. "Oh, I think I would..." He offered a little wistfully. "Jean's lucky she has you."
Sharon was silent at that, and Kal looked over to her. She just put on a brave smile. "Doesn't feel like she is a lot of the time." She admitted. "After all... If she'd never met me, this never would have happened to her."
He regarded her soberly. "If you follow that logic, then, without you, there might not have been anyone to stop Eclipso at all. Not to mention that business in New York, and whatever other good deeds you've done since then that I don't even know about. Everyone, not just Joan, would probably be in a lot worse shape right now if not for you. I mean, yes, obviously... it's... very horrible what Joan's going through..." He admitted softly, going over to kneel before her by the bed and take her hands in his. "But you should really be blaming Eclipso for that, not yourself. That kind of doubt and self-recrimination can lead to a lot of anger after all. And, as I understand it, that's how Eclipso gets to you." He ran a hand through her hair fondly. "So... it's important you don't believe those things about yourself. Because of that... and because they just aren't true. None of us are perfect--none of us are able to make perfect choices that have no downsides to them--even you. That's not something it's fair to blame anyone for, don't you think?" He asked.
She smiled gently and moved forward to kiss him. "In another life..." She spoke. "I think I really could have fallen helplessly in love with you. You know that?" She asked, meeting his eyes; a shared understanding passing between them.
He felt a little shy somehow at that, but it filled him with warmth too. He got up so he could lean on the bed with one knee and kissed her. A long, lingering kiss; to say goodbye. "In another life..." He echoed quietly. "In this one though... I guess this is where we say goodbye?"
"Guess so." She agreed with a soft smile.
"We can still be friends though, I hope?" He asked.
"Always." She smiled positively, ruffling his hair with affection.
He smiled back. "Sounds good to me." He replied, going to slip on the sandals she'd provided for him. He left then, turning to smile back to her at the door; their eyes meeting one last time before he left.
He paused outside of the door, leaning his back against the hallway, his heart beating fast in his chest. He closed his eyes a moment to center himself. As much as he could anyway. He felt a lot better for his time with Sharon, but not even that could fix all that was wrong with him; he knew that. He sighed and walked down the hall to the elevator, pressing the button for up instead of down.
This was a very high-end hotel, so, as it turned out, the roof was a park-like setting with an open-air restaurant. Kara was waiting for him when he came out. She had a glass of that mineral water she liked so much with her, and when she came over, she sat it down on the edge of a garden wall and they hugged. Kara cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes. "It's good to see -you- again." She offered.
He smiled, though he still felt more than a little unsure of himself. "It's good to be me again." He offered the reply he was sure she wanted to hear... Though he was really only about eighty percent sure it was true.
"So... what happened? From what I overheard, this Sharon of yours is the one who brought you back from what Artemiz did to you. But, I... I heard about what happened on the news. I was out of town for a few hours... I was tracking down a lead Helena and I found on Artemiz's people." She spoke.
"What did you find?" Kal asked softly.
"That these latest visits of theirs are hardly the first time they've been here. I met a couple--Kay and Scandal Savage. Apparently Kay fled Apokolips, faked her death, hundreds of years ago during a war between Apokolips and it's sister word, New Genesis." Kara explained.
"New Genesis?" Kal asked.
"As I understand it, where the gods and goddesses of Apokolips have been called gods of darkness and fire, those of New Genesis have been called gods of light and sky. In other words: Their opposites. The war all those years ago was put to rest by a treaty--sealed by an exchange. Maitresse, the ruler of Apokolips, gave her daughter, Cascade, to High Father of New Genesis, and High Father, in return, gave his son, Miracle, to Maitresse. Gilotina, of the SCU, a more recent runaway, told Helena that the switch has sense been reversed somehow, with Cascade and Miracle back to the worlds of their origin, but that, despite that, the treaty was still, ostensibly, in place--the last she's heard at any rate. That treaty, for reasons shrouded in legend, expressly forbids any from either world from coming here and interfering with us. Which is, by the way, a reason Kay and Tina came here for refuge. So... it sounds like, since Maitresse might be breaking this treaty of theirs, we might be able to appeal to the other side for help... The only thing is, according to both Tina and Kay... Doing that; it might lead to another war. One where Earth could become a battlefield."
Kal sighed. "And I suppose just burying our heads in the sand and hoping it goes away probably wouldn't be a good idea?" He offered, a big part of him actually wishing that was an option. "Call me a coward, but..." He spoke softly. "If I never see Artemiz again, it'll be too soon... Never said that about someone and really meant it before... not like I mean it this time."
Kara regarded him, her eyes conflicted. "Oh, Kal... I'm... I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but that just might not be an option."
That got Kal's attention in a big way, and he felt himself tense in complete dread. "Tell me." He asked softly.
"I talked to Lois, or the Martian shape-shifter currently known as Lois, I suppose... And, what Lois did to her... To Artemiz, and her lover Lashina, to get them to leave... Artemiz has sworn terrible, bloody vengeance on her, and has made it known through her brother, Kanto, that she means to exact her revenge--first by killing, possibly torturing to death, anyone Lois cares about, then, I suppose, by eventually killing Lois too. And... since you're high up on the list of people Lois cares about and Artemiz knows that all too well..." Kara left the obvious implication unspoken.
Kal felt a helpless fury overtake him and his eyes hardened. "I have to go." He told softly. "Right now I feel like flying off into space; find Lobo or something."
"The alien bounty hunter you told me you had 'angry sex' with last year?" Kara exclaimed.
Kal just smiled a little at that. "I feel like hitting someone." He explained. "Lobo's the only guy I know that would actually like it." He wasn't -actually- going to go find Lobo though, or probably he wasn't anyway--for one thing he'd have no idea where to look even if he did want to, and for another... that was just not a can of worms it would be smart to open up again--no, mostly he just wanted to go off on his own somewhere for a little while to think and sort through his feelings. He needed time to process this.
Kara grabbed his arm as he was about to fly off. "If you want my advice... I think it would be a better idea to go talk to Lois."
Kal turned and met his cousin's eyes, intending to say a polite 'no'. But somehow, it didn't come out that way. "You know... maybe you're right..." He admitted.
Kara smiled softly to him and let him go. He gave her his best attempt at a smile in return and flew off.
He couldn't do anything about a lot of things in his life about now, but this... This he could do something about.
This, at least, he could be brave about.
--- J'ANN ---
It was the next day after her talk with Kara; in the evening. J'ann had spent the previous night with Erica and spent the day doing her job as a reporter, having gotten together with Erica, Cat, Lori, and Joan for lunch. Erica had had pressing business today that she wasn't willing to cancel--a certain Ukrainian company that she was in the bidding to buy; she didn't trust anyone else to handle the negotiations. And, since the purchase was a key part of a plan she had to revitalize the region, curb environmental degradation, and lift a lot of people out of poverty, J'ann could hardly fault her for taking the risk. Now it was mid-afternoon and J'ann was back at Erica's place, and they were well into a session of love-making...
J'ann looked up into Erica's eyes through a haze of blissful pleasure. Their eyes locked and held as Erica's fingers inside her brought her to release. She cried out softly, her body arching once, twice, three times before she relaxed blissfully onto her back and hummed in pleasure. "You are so very good at that..." She spoke softly, catching her breath.
Erica had proposed doing this in J'ann's Martian form, but she hadn't wanted to. She... had become too used to being Lois. She didn't really want to be anyone else anymore... At least for now. For later... Honestly, she didn't really want to think about later.
Erica was kissing her then, and J'ann got completely caught up in it--touching her face, her hair--the way their bodies moved together... It wasn't the Martian way of doing this at all, but she'd come to treasure it more than she could really explain to herself. A part of her still wanted to ask Erica if she would like to bridge their minds and hearts while they made love... but, she still could barely read anything from Erica, except a flicker here or there, and a low level sort of background impression of her that she picked up on and was always there. Really, she hadn't even asked Erica if the block between them was voluntary on her part, or if it was just something in her nature that would always be there between them and she could do nothing about...
Truthfully, she was a little scared to find out. What would she do if it would be like this between them forever? What if they could never be intimate like that--ever? Could she really go through with marrying her if that were the case? ...She wanted to say yes of course, that it didn't matter in the face of how much they loved each other. That, as she'd discovered, intimacy was more than what could be explained rationally... Oh, she'd always believed that of course, but since becoming Lois--living as a human and not employing her telepathy while making love--she'd discovered more depths to that truth than she'd imagined could be there.
There was just something -there- between two beings when they made love--some connection that couldn't truly be denied but couldn't be explained or proven to exist either. Something you just had to believe--have faith in. Trust. That was what it came down to. Without telepathy, you had to trust with all your heart--trust that what your heart and soul were telling you was true.
Could she do that for Erica? Would it be enough?
As if in denial of the question's implications, she flipped Erica over onto her back and started to kiss her with all the fervor she had in her. One hand on her breast, the other traveling down between them, she thrilled at the small gasp Erica gave when she penetrated her with her fingers. She started to rock her in a steady rhythm, and when Erica's head titled back, her body arching, she took advantage of it to start kissing the curve of her neck with long-practiced skill.
Lois Lane had been nothing if not a consummate expert at this--perhaps even more so than she had at her job. Which was really saying something, because she'd had more than one Pulitzer under her belt and was widely acknowledged as one of the most respected names in journalism the world over. And that shouldn't have been surprising, because Lois had always taken just about every opportunity to hone her skills ever offered. She'd loved being with a woman in bed more than anything, and J'ann had very much come around to that way of thinking as well... Still, in her case, she cared less about gender and wanted a steady relationship in her life more than Lois had. Though, in truth, Lois had craved that too; much as she might not have wanted to admit it to herself.
J'ann stubbornly stopped herself from thinking about Lois though--it really, really wasn't the time. And thinking about her made her feel frustrated and sad at her continued absence and her inability to find her thus far. She was determined more than ever to find her though, because she knew herself well enough to know that it was going to keep bothering her thoughts like this for a very long time to come if she didn't. It would probably haunt her forever in fact, and she was already haunted enough--she didn't want any more ghosts at her back.
She only worried, that if her theory about Apokolips having her was true... If she were still alive... Then what had become of her? What had been -done- to her?
And again, she forced herself not to think about it, grinding her sex against Erica's thigh to drown out her thoughts as she again captured Erica's lips and felt her nearly ready for climax. J'ann closed her eyes and ground herself hard on her lover, increasing the pace of their rhythm until Erica came for her--crying out her release and arching her body beneath her as the climax rocked through her. Seeing Erica's pleasure was more than enough, and J'ann felt herself climax as well; crying out softly, then kissing Erica's skin intently as the waves of sensation went through her with high intensity.
She was breathing hard and kissing Erica, mouth to mouth again, Erica letting her have control, when finally Erica rolled them over onto their side and stopped their kiss, looking into her eyes. "...I will miss you terribly I think." She whispered.
J'ann smiled playfully. "Margot and Aliki not quite have your number in bed like I do? Aww."
Erica laughed and pushed her over on her back, looking down at her intently. "Although there may be some small truth to that, it wasn't what I meant to convey... No, I had another meaning... You've captured my heart, in a way no one has in a very long time... If it pleases you to lay with other lovers from time to time when we're apart, my own nature being what it is, I can hardly cast aspersions... but I want you for my wife. I want you to be mine... I want a chance at forever with you... Marry me?"
J'ann simply smiled and ran a hand gently though Erica's hair, looking deeply into her eyes. "No ring?" She asked with half-hearted humor.
Erica smiled back, always willing to spar a little. "You know I could buy you a bathtub full of them--if you wanted, you could bathe with them--but I didn't do that. Say yes anyway." She prompted with a daring smile and anticipation in her eyes--she expected a yes--though J'ann knew her well enough to see a hint of fear of 'no' in those eyes too.
J'ann smiled, utterly charmed. "Oh all right... Yes then."
Erica kissed her--hard, and J'ann found herself just melting from it.
She considered asking her then and there, about the mind block thing of hers, but thought that it would probably come off as her being unsure of wanting to marry her... which, that wouldn't be far from the truth, she supposed. That didn't mean she wanted Erica to know it. She figured it was probably best to just wait until this whole thing with Artemiz was over (assuming she even survived it--which was far from a certainty) and Erica was back from hiding. Right now just wasn't the time to be practical--not when they were saying goodbye, not when they could never see one another again, and -certainly- not right after she'd accepted a (very romantic) wedding proposal... Alright, so maybe it hadn't been traditionally romantic, as far as wedding proposals went, but to her it had been as perfect as she could imagine really. Further proof that Erica really did get her--really did have her number, in a way few others ever had.
It was almost -almost- enough to fully convince her that she could go without mind sharing. The truth was though, she still wasn't sure about it. And that bothered her more than she wanted to dwell on.
The fact that Erica had kissed her way down to her breasts by this point was proving to be a big help with the not dwelling part though.
An hour later, in fact, she'd positively lost track of that train of thought completely. Unfortunately, it all came back to her when Erica started to get up from bed and get dressed. J'ann sighed, but sat up and watched her--well, she supposed Erica was her fiance now, wasn't she?--She watched her fiance get dressed, kind of letting herself get lost in the very pleasant view.
That, and she decided she was really liking calling Erica her fiance in her head. She and Cat both had them now, didn't they? The plan was coming together. The four of them would get a place together... or maybe just move into Erica's place here? It certainly had the requisite pool. She just wasn't sure Cat would go for it; moving in here. Lori would probably approve though...
It still bothered her a little what Cat had said before. And maybe she did still have feelings for Clark. And she'd be nuts to deny that she was still in far too deep with the Lashina and Artemiz of it all. And maybe she shouldn't have said yes so readily if those things were as true as they probably were... but she had said yes, and she had no intention of taking it back.
After all--her stolen and persistently treacherous feelings for Lashina aside--Erica or Clark? How could she chose on anything close to merit when she was in love with them both? Better to just chose the least complicated option and go forward. At least this way, at least one big of the three big issues in her life was finally done with. Now if she could just find Lois alive and well and ditch the dark and fiery goddess drama, she'd be all set--peace of cake. Yeah right.
"When's Eve supposed to get here again?" J'ann asked. Truthfully, Martians had a very exacting sense of time, and all but perfect memory, so she already knew the answer down to the second--she'd mostly just said it to have something banal to say when she didn't want to say anything that mattered at the moment.
Erica glanced at the clock. "Five minutes or so."
Lois smiled. "You've known her a while--how punctual is she?"
Erica and J'ann's attention was caught by shadows coalescing in the air where they wouldn't naturally be. "Usually early, I'd say."
"Just my luck." J'ann replied softly.
Eve Eden, a.k.a. Nightshade, stepped through the shadow portal. "Hi, Erica. Hi, Lois." She greeted.
"Hi." J'ann waved to her with an amiable smile, resting her chin on her an arm that was resting on her knees.
"Thanks again for doing this." Erica offered.
Eve smiled to her. "Hey, we're friends, right? Least I could do." She looked to J'ann. "You sure you don't want me to help fight this nut case who's coming after you? My wife, June, would help too--I know she would."
J'ann smiled and shook her head. "You really don't know what you're offering... and besides, if you're there, Artemiz might guess where Erica is."
"But she couldn't--" Eve started to say.
"Oh, she could." J'ann interrupted. "Trust me; she could and then some. I can't stress enough how dangerous this woman is. She's a goddess--and honest to goodness goddess of darkness and fire with potentially enough power burning inside her to lay waste to a world I think. I don't want you anywhere -near- her. Either of you."
Erica smiled softly in sympathy.
J'ann sighed in resignation. "And anyway, this is my problem to deal with. Either I win or she does. Either way, I don't think this is going to be over until one of us is dead." She met Erica's eyes. "And don't worry too much. I'll do whatever I have to make sure I'm still alive for the wedding." She smiled a little crookedly. "That is, if you still want to get married after this is over?"
"I didn't ask lightly..." Erica spoke. "With all my heart--I meant it."
J'ann smiled happily. "Yeah... I know. I meant it too."
"Just as long as I'm invited to the wedding." Eve put in.
"Bet on it." J'ann smiled serenely.
"Until we meet again, then." Erica spoke.
"Until then." J'ann answered, watching as Erica and Eve disappeared into shadows and then the shadows themselves disappeared. For long moments after, her eyes stayed on the spot they'd been; then she closed them and sighed again, giving herself a moment, then getting up out of bed and changing shape to give herself the appearance of wearing clothes.
She shifted inside so that she was much more Martian than human, though she still looked like Lois Lane--Artemiz was going to attack, sooner or later, and she needed to be ready for it at a moment's notice. Besides, her ruse was probably a lost cause by this point anyway. And she was pretty sure Artemiz's people would be the ones who had the real Lois--by the end of this, she swore to herself, she was damn well going to prove it and get her back... Assuming of course, that she was still alive...
Before she left, she looked around the room, and then decided to use her telekinesis to do some cleaning and straightening up before she left. Erica had given the household staff time off; not wanting anyone to be there on the chance Artemiz came here on her or Erica's trail. It was a small gesture. But one that, to her, meant that she meant to be back; meant to survive this and marry Erica like she wanted. Besides that, Martians tended to crave order; in their living spaces especially. Lois wasn't nearly so tidy, and that had been the one trait of hers J'ann had, perhaps, found the most challenging to duplicate at times. Thank goodness Cat had moved in with her--Cat was a very tidy sort, so J'ann could blame her own increasing tidiness on trying to abide well with her roommate if anyone had asked.
With her mental powers, the task only took a minute or two, and then she left, turning the lights out as she went.
One elevator ride later, J'ann was exiting Erica's building onto the street. She'd been keeping mental tabs on him, so she'd known he was coming for the last minute and twenty-one seconds. She looked up, took a few steps forward, and he was landing right in front of her--Clark... Kal-El, really, she supposed; though in her head, she still thought of him as mostly just Clark.
She was surprised, and relieved, to see he was back to his old self again somehow. She'd have to ask him how he'd managed that little feat.
"Hi, you." She spoke softly, almost shyly, meeting his eyes. "Fancy meeting you here?"
He had to smile at that of course, damn it. She'd forgotten just how much she loved that smile of his. "What's next? 'What's a guy like you, doing landing on a street like this'?" He asked.
"Read my mind." She replied, unable to help but smiling too. Oh, and he had such a great sense of humor too. One more thing she'd conveniently forgot. Damn it.
"Listen, Lois..." He started.
"Yes?" She asked, not quite willing to go into the whole I'm marrying someone else so I have to break up with you even though I'm completely in love with you talk... Of course, when she did say that stuff, she planned to leave out the 'I'm completely in love with you' part. That would just be asking for trouble.
He was looking steadily into her eyes and saying a lot without even speaking. He looked a little at a loss for words, though, and apparently thought the best cure for that was to move forward and kissed her, taking her in his arms.
She'd be lying if she said it came as a surprise. She'd be lying too if she said she was at all upset about it. She kissed him back; not really able to help herself. This might be her last chance to, after all--she wasn't nearly as selfless as she'd need to be to say no to that.
"Cl- Kal, listen-" She started to say once the long kiss was over and their eyes met again.
"No, I need to say this." Clark spoke softly.
"...Alright..." J'ann agreed just as softly, if a little reluctantly. People were starting to gather and gawk a little by this point though, so, mentally, she reached out and made it so that the people around them on the street would forget who they really were and see and hear only a regular man and woman talking, not the famous 'Superman' talking to Pulitzer prize winning journalist, Lois Lane. Not strictly ethical, she supposed, but she really didn't want to be the subject of gossip about this; not about this... It would just hurt too much.
"...I love you. Lois; whatever your name is-"
"J'ann." J'ann put in. "But Lois is fine too."
"The point is that I want to be with you. I know what we went through... it changed things. We can't pretend it hasn't. But what we had... What we have--it's magic. Better than magic. I don't want to loose that." He spoke.
"...What if I do?" J'ann answered quietly.
Clark looked at her, shock and hurt apparent on his face. "...Why?" He asked softly.
Lois looked down, closed her eyes a moment, then met his heartfelt gaze again. "No good reason, really." She answered honestly. She cared about him, loved him, much too much to make up an answer he might like better but wouldn't be true. "It was between you and Erica, and there's no good way for me to choose. I guess, I just picked the least complicated option... I hurt you, Clark. Badly. Just by being near you. I didn't mean to, and it wasn't my fault, but it happened. It could happen again, whether we're together or not, just because we happened to be together when... what happened, happened. And, selfishly, I suppose a part of me might not want to feel guilty when I look into my lover's eyes... When you think about it, you're probably getting the better end of this."
He took a moment to answer. "...What if I don't see it that way?" He asked back.
She smiled a little at that, though it took effort because this was hurting her so much. "Then I'd say you were a smart man, and I'd say my luck's running good today. Too good, maybe. But still, here's hoping the trend continues. But Clark, it doesn't make any difference... I already said yes..." She explained.
"...Yes to what?" He asked, though she had the feeling he already knew the answer to that.
"To Erica, when she proposed to me a while ago." She answered, a few tears starting to fall.
Her moved forward and held her in his arms. "All right then..." He answered softly. "At... At least I tried."
He backed away and Lois could see the tears on his cheeks as well. "Oh, Clark..."
"Guess I'll see you around then." He smiled a little. "That is, unless... You're not quitting your job now that you found a rich wife, are you?" He asked, though she could tell he thought the chances of that were about right up there with a group of pigs who'd learned to speak French over the weekend suddenly sprouting wings and flying south for the winter next to a flock of Bulgarian speaking geese on his next birthday.
She laughed a little at that. "If that's what you think, then you really didn't know me at all." She answered with a little of a smile, more tears falling.
"That's what I thought." He replied. "Bye J'ann." He spoke, turning to leave.
"Clark, wait." She spoke.
"Yes?" He asked, looking back to her.
"Just... Can you go stay with your cousin for a while?" She asked. "Artemiz..."
"She swore vengeance, yeah. Kara told me. I'll try to stay safe. Promise." He turned away, lifting off into the sky.
She watched him go, then went invisible and followed after him.
He wasn't going to his cousin's place. She'd intruded on his thoughts enough to tell that much... He was going to see Bruce Wayne. Seeking comfort... Seeking a lover to take his mind of what she'd just done to him. It was a surprise; she hadn't known he'd been interested in anyone else besides her... though, of course, she couldn't reasonably fault him for having feelings for someone else besides her. And, from what she could tell, Clark's feelings had really only developed towards real attraction in the time since they'd been apart, so of course he hadn't had time to tell her she'd developed competition for his heart... Actually, if she thought about it logically, she should be relieved. She wasn't in a place to be that logical about it yet though of course.
In any case, she still had to follow him to keep him safe.
Erica was safe. Joan would cover Cat and Lori for her, and she was watching them too and could be there in seconds. So she was clear to play invisible bodyguard for Clark... Though she wasn't exactly looking forward to following him to that particular destination.
At all.
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