Clark arrived at the apartment tired and despondent. He had just finished working 42 hours straight- sleep was something he could go without if required, like air or food- but all his research had told him that doing so for extended periods could have serious consequences.
[i]Tell that to those kids in Haiti...[/i] he though resolutely, as he made his way in from the balcony. So many problems were beyond him- a giant meteor or an alien invasion he could handle, but Cholera? Refugees? Poverty? He hadn't found a way to fix those with super strength or heat vision. Which was why when he wasn't out doing disaster relief, most of the rest of his time was spent at the Fortress. Thousands of years of Kryptonian history and science were available to him, if he could just find a way to translate applications to helping people here on earth...
It was only when he saw Krypto that he remembered what had happened at the party. "Oh no" Clark said putting a hand on the side of his face. Krypto looked up at him with a scowl.
"Lois?" he called, deciding he should bite the bullet and have this discussion now.
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