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Somewhere in the hallways, a chute opened up in the wall, and unceremoniously deposited Clark Kent flat on his back before promptly closing up.

Clark picked himself up, rubbing the back of his neck out of reflex rather than any sort of pain.

"Y'know, ONE of these days someone's not gonna take so kindly to you lying about that cake GlaDOS." he said, glaring at the spot the exit had disappeared from.

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"I don't think anyone would take kindly to being lied to about a delicious cake."

Megan smiled shyly.

"You okay? Looked like a rough landing."

Clark waved as if to dismiss any concern. "I'm fine. Only hurt my pride."

"I'm more worried about how long I've been running mazes. Any idea how much time it's been since Lirath?"

She bit her lip.

"A while ago. Lirath was before I got here and I've been here for at least the space of three or four planet-side missions now."

"Sorry I can't be more specific."

Clark rattled his brain with a few figures. "A few months then, I guess."

"Anyways Hi. Clark Kent." He held out a hand to shake. "And if you have any idea what that name means, I'm probably not the guy you're thinking of."

She took his hand and shook firmly with a warm smile.

"Megan Morse. I've heard the name before, definitely, but I'm used to people around here not being who I expect them to be."

Terry had only just recently been released from GLaDOS himself, so when he turned a corner to see and hear someone talking about that non-existent cake, he could sympathize.

"Eventually, you get used to the disappointment," Terry said with a smile.

"I'd probably get used to having cake earlier." Clark replied sardonically.

"Yeah, me too. But, hey, think of it this way - if GLaDOS isn't really giving us cake every time she grabs us, that must mean she's really not trying to fatten us up to eat us."

He held out a hand, "I don't think we've met. Terry McGinnis, Batman."

Clark shuddered. "Now there's a horrifying thought."

He grasped Terry's hand. "Clark Kent. Not Superman."

Terry tensed up. One of the first things he'd heard after waking up from the pods a second time was that Superman was dead. So meeting someone with the same name - even if it was immediately followed with the reassurance that he wasn't Superman - was a little tough.

"Wow, that's uh, quite a coincidence," Terry managed to say. "You must get confused for the wrong person a lot, huh?"

Clark shook his head "Not so much a coincidence when your parents intentionally name you after him since he's a comic book character in your world. The coincidence is in ending up getting his powers."

"And I haven't really had that problem yet. I just like heading any confusion off at the path. Especially considering..." The teenager trailed off. He hadn't been on the ground when it happened, but he certainly saw it thanks to his telescoping vision.

"Oh," Terry responded. He couldn't even begin to imagine how weird that would be. "Well, they could have done a whole lot worse then naming you after the greatest hero in the world, I guess? At least, that's... that's what he was for my world." The words caught in his throat a little. He'd only worked with Superman once, but it was enough growing up and seeing him all over the world news.

Shortly after, another chute opened up and promptly deposited another super right on top of him.

"Oof!"

"Touchè." Clark groaned.

"Kon, get off me."

Kon climbed off Clark and lay down on the floor of the hallway, staring up at the ceiling miserably.

"That has to be the longest time I've ever been stuck in there."

He sat up. "Weird how GLaDoS went all quiet at the end, though."

Annoying as the taunting was, it'd been unnerving. A few times he wondered if he'd just be abandoned in there.

"Yea-hang on a second." Clark sat back up, looking at the walls.

"Scorch marks. And it looks like something tore a chunk out of the wall over there."

The curse was under his breath, and immediately, he had his omnicom out and was firing off a message. (http://trans-channel.livejournal.com/415880.html)

"It's like this ship can't go a freakin' week without something going all to hell."

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