Daily Planet. Lois gets into the elevator, Bernie's sample box in one hand, cell phone in the other. She calls someone at the lab and says she needs a blood sample analyzed. She looks at one of the sample slides. Clark is at his desk, staring hard at his monitor. Solitaire is so hard! He gets up when Lois rounds the corner into the office. He scolds her for showing up at all, since the doctor told her she should be taking it easy. Please, getting knocked out on this show is pretty much like a paper cut. Probably better, even, because it doesn't sting every time you wash your hands. She quickly stashes the sample box in her desk when he approaches. She's too busy to take it easy, though, because she's going to be writing up her experiences. Unfortunately, her sources skipped out on her: Vala refused treatment at the hospital and the FBI claims no knowledge of Zod. Clark duhs, "Of course! It's because Zod works deep cover." Lois narrows her eyes at him. "The FBI would never even admit that he works there," Clark goes on. It's so top secret that Clark couldn't even tell Lois he was an agent. Comical music plays. I would prefer the trumpeting elephant over these clowny notes. Lois thinks something doesn't quite add up. Clark looks mildly uncomfortable, and Lois calls him on it. "You're hiding something," she says, but in a teasing tone. Clark offers her full disclosure, but she has to tell him about what she's hiding in her desk, which is assy of him, because he knows full well he'd disclose jack squat in return. Lois sidesteps the issue by telling Clark that maybe a little mystery is good for romance. Clark gets a text message from Zod telling him to meet him up on the roof. Clark makes his excuses and leaves. At the same time, Lois receives a text from Waller, thanking her for the blood samples. Lois opens her desk drawer and fishes out Bernie's sample box. Sure, enough the slides have mysteriously disappeared. In their place is a white chess piece. Lois is slightly perturbed. Me, I'd be going, "What the hell! I just turned around for a minute! AAAH!" I hate when stuff disappears out of my desk.
Up on the roof, Clark finds a pensive Zod staring out over the rising sun he thought he'd never see again. I'm just glad it's not that damned full moon again. "I trust Lois is well," Zod says. "Thanks to you," Clark says. "You saved her." Zod admits Lois protected him, as well. "I can see why you care for her," he says. OK, show? The Clark/Lois romance seems a lot more natural when you don't have someone telling us every week how great it is. Just a hint. Clark asks Zod how he's feeling. "Like a changed man," Zod says. He talks about his paradigm shifting now that his enemy has become his savior. Clark makes a mental note: "Look up 'pair-a-dime' later." Zod stares at Clark for a long while, then asks how he knew the blood would cure him. "I didn't," Clark admits. "It must have healed you because you're Kryptonian like me." Too bad you didn't think to try that trick when your Kryptonian father was dying. Zod makes a show of wincing and touching his side where he was shot. Clark asks if he's still in pain. Zod explains he's not made of steel like Clark. "You'll be better than new in no time," Clark says. "I am better," Zod says, "because I was wrong about you." Zod speaks very softly and earnestly about how he now realizes Clark cares about the Kandorians. He can trust Clark now, he says. Clark smiles and goes all United Colors of Benetton on him: "Together, we'll make sure our people can call Earth their new home." Zod chuckles and extends his arm. Clark clasps it in a sort of brotherhood handshake. The plaintive wail of a police car siren reaches them and they part ways, Zod, clutching at his side again as Clark zips away.