|by Samuel Hawkins|
Despite his intent to go home, Clark was out until two in the morning, making sure that the military situation wasn’t getting any worse. Then, exhausted as a young Kryptonian under a yellow sun can be, he headed for the Kent home, and for the first time since he was a baby, slept past six. When he awoke, it was to his mother, sitting on the edge of his bed, holding up a copy of the Daily Planet. The headline said it all.
EARTH TO SUPERBOY: STAY!
The story underneath the headline explained that overnight response to Superboy’s public plea had been overwhelmingly positive. The American public, at least, hadn’t waited to be asked. Instead, they had begun to call the newspapers, and newstations, and their Congressman, and Senators, and the White House, and pretty much anyone else with a say in public affairs, until the phone system had collapsed under the load. Early reports of public opinion from around the world told much the same story. Suddenly, Earth had made up its mind about the Boy of Steel, and it had decided that it really, really liked him.
By early morning, both the Kremlin and Pentagon had recalled troops and had downgraded their alert states. If missiles were to ever be exchanged, this strange visitor from another planet would not be the reason.
Clark Kent just looked at the paper and smiled. "It won’t happen here," he whispered. His mother, knowing that he was thinking of the world he’d lost as a child, squeezed him tightly. "No, it won’t," she agreed. "Not with you around."