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Fic: A Lot to Talk About (13/14)

Title: A Lot to Talk About (13/14)
Author: Babette ( babettew54)
Rating:  T
Category: Smallville
Word Count: 2,605
Spoilers: Through "Infamous" (AU)
Beta: hanakt
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville. If I did, I’d be at the beach right now.
A/N:, *Takes a deep breath.* I never thought my story would get this far. Well folks, here's my take on Clark becoming Superman. I admit Smallville has created some unique challenges for the mythos, and the way he will become the superhero we all know and love.  This chapter may take you by surprise, but I tried to meet those challenges head on, and this is what I came up with. Thanks Hana, for getting these last two chapters back to me so quickly. I really appreciate it. *hugs* So, without further mumbling from me, here's Chapter 13... "Superman." Enjoy!! And please R&R!!

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Previously: Act I: Soul Mates

(Chapter 1)(Chapter 2)(Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6) Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9)
(Chapter 10)

Act II: A New Life
(Chapter 11) (Chapter 12)

Chapter 13 – Superman


Lois was thinking about the pain of their separation, it was still so fresh in her mind. “Clark, I’ve never been so afraid.”

“I know. Lois, please put it out of your mind, alright. Everything will be fine. Try and get some sleep.” He pulled her closer to his chest, holding her tight.

Lois closed her eyes, hoping her dreams would be peaceful once again.


It was several days later, and Lois and Clark couldn't stop thinking about everything Jor-El had done, and what had happened at the Fortress. They both realized that in order for Clark to continue to have a life away from the superhero spotlight, he needed to disguise his true self ... Clark Kent. He needed to blend in with everyone else, so that he could have the life that they both wanted and needed. Lois had first suggested that he wear a mask while helping people, but Clark wouldn't hear of it. He wanted to be able to help people without a mask, and wearing one, wouldn’t enable him to foster trust.

While going back and forth about it over the last several days, Lois told Clark she would come up with a new name for him, because the 'Red Blue Blur' was not working, and Clark agreed. After several more days of trying to come up with a name, and thinking about more superhero names than she cared to remember, Lois finally came up with the perfect name. It came to her while she was watching a TV monitor of Clark's heroics, and it just happened. It wasn’t complicated or drawn out. It was simple and to the point, and she thought Clark would love it.

Clark, on the other hand, was remembering something Jor-El had said to him about their family crest, and being proud of his heritage. Once everyone knew that he was not from earth, they would fear him. It's only natural to fear the unknown, but if by using patriotic 'American' colors on his costume, and not appear threatening in any way, then maybe it wouldn't cause such distrust in him and the things he could do. So many things had gone wrong before. He couldn't let it happen again, not with so much at stake.

Live as one of them, Jor-El had said, and he was more convinced than ever that this was the right way to do it. He would tell the world he was an 'intergalactic traveler' from the planet Krypton, the last of his kind, but he was also 'a friend.' He was here to help and they had no reason to fear him. This was really a big step, but it was the right time. He was sure of it. He took a deep breath, truly believing he had made the right decision, and there was no turning back. He didn't have any doubts. Now, about that costume!


Lois and Clark called Martha and Chloe to tell them the news together. They were very thrilled and excited for both of them, and they said they were behind them 100%. Everything was falling into place. Lois had a name, which was going to be a surprise. Clark tried to pry it out of her with kisses and tickling, but she would not budge. He trusted her completely, but Clark hoped the name wasn’t "The Man of Steel" or something like that. He shuddered at the thought.

When he told Lois about the family crest and showed it to her, her eyes got so big and round, he thought they would pop out of her head.

"Lois, what's wrong? You don't like, do you?” Clark hoped Lois would understand that this was very important to him.

"Clark, I do like it.  It's perfect." Lois shook her head. This was truly unbelievable. After adding the El family crest to the front of the suit, it was ready. "Clark, it's ready. Come and try it on," Lois said.

"Lois, don't you think it's a bit ... tight? And I don't know about this cape."

"Clark, it's perfect. It will look amazing when you're flying." Lois tried to keep her eyes on his chest, but she failed miserably ... again.

"Lois, what is it? You're staring at me." What’s wrong now, he thought.

"Nothing's wrong, Clark." Lois wanted to know what he really thought about the suit. "Well, tell me, do you hate it, love it, or want to burn it? What are you thinking?" She was so anxious for him to like it.

"Well, actually, I like it very much. Where did you learn to sew?" Lois continued to amaze him. 

"My Mom taught me. When I was growing up, it was the one thing that I seemed to be good at. I made a lot of my own clothes in high school. Being a military family, we didn't have a lot of money." Lois felt embarrassed at that admission.

Clark touched her cheek. "You did a wonderful job, and the cape ... it's growing on me."

"I had a feeling you would like it. What about the colors? They're not too bright are they?"

"I like the colors. They are bright, but that's good, because people will definitely see me coming."

Lois could not help the way her mind wandered at such an innocent remark. She could feel her cheeks getting hot.

"Lois, what did I say? You're blushing. I've never seen you blush before. It's adorable."

Lois just pulled him into her arms and held him tight, and to hide her face. He had no idea what the women of this world would think once they saw him in all his red and blue glory.  Lois couldn't help but chuckle. She kissed him and he kissed her back. This is different, but nice, she thought. I like it, but we can't do this in public. He can't be romantically linked with anyone, not publicly anyway. Then, he would be fair game ... available. She frowned, not liking that train of thought at all. We should talk about this, but not now. This has to be the 'strangest' relationship ever.

"I'm not blushing. I never blush. Anyway, this is important, Clark. Now, I think I know a way for you to live your life as Clark away from the spotlight, and be Kal-El of Krypton to the world." Lois really hoped he got on board with this idea. It really was the only way for this to work.

"I'm all ears," Clark said.

"Well, how about you disguise your face? You could wear glasses, oversized suits, stumble and stutter a bit, and wear your hair differently too. People won't think you're Super ... I mean that you're Kal-El, even though you have similar facial features and are the same height. It will be impossible for people to recognize you as Kal-El. What do you think?"

Clark was having a moment of déjà vu. He thought, she couldn't possibly remember that, could she?  But Lois' idea was brilliant, and it may just work.  But then he thought of Chloe telling him practically the same thing. How did I get so lucky to have two such smart women in my life?  "You're amazing, you know that?"

"I know," Lois said. They both laughed. 

Everything was coming together. When the time was right, after Clark had made his debut, Lois would get the exclusive interview with the intergalactic traveler, an alien from the planet Krypton, who was also 'a friend.’  And then he and I will sit down and have that 'talk,' Lois thought.


About a week later, Lois was in the bullpen working, and then it happened. All the monitors began picking up stories about a flying man in a red cape, red boots and an impossibly blue and red spandex suit helping people. He was seen all over Metropolis, in California, New York, and even overseas. He was spotted in London, Tokyo, and Italy helping with earthquake victims. He was a very mysterious man: during the rescues he wouldn’t speak very much, he would wave and smile, and, after finishing his task, he would be gone.

Somewhere in the world, a man with hard eyes sat watching the television screen, not believing his eyes.  There was a man flying around the world rescuing people, and he was thinking to himself that the man looked vaguely familiar.

This is it, Lois thought. Kal-El of Krypton or Superman, as everyone will come to know him, has arrived.


When Lois looked up from her computer screen, and saw Clark coming into the office, adjusting his tie, tripping over his feet, not looking where he was going, and apologizing left and right, she knew that the dual identity just might work. He had been doing this for a while before Superman made his debut, but he doesn’t have to overdue it, does he?   She chuckled to herself. She just shook her head at him, but she couldn’t help but smile.    Clark saw her smile, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled back.

As soon as he saw that all his reporters were accounted for, Perry White, editor in chief of the Daily Planet, yelled at the top of his lungs, “emergency meeting, people, conference room A in two minutes. Move it!”

Perry White, the new Editor-in-Chief, had been hired just a few short months ago. He immediately made sweeping changes to the paper, including putting together the best newspaper reporters in the business. He promptly promoted Lois and Clark. He was very impressed with their work. He also added Jimmy Olsen, Cat Grant, Ron Troupe and Steve Lombard to his team.   Then, he paired Lois and Clark as writing partners, feeling their writing styles were mirror images of each other. It looked like it was the best decision he had ever made.

On the conference room table, laid out for everyone to see, were all the afternoon papers from surrounding areas. Once everyone had arrived, Perry got right to the point.   “People, we are sitting on top of the story of the century here. Now, which one of my reporters will get the exclusive interview with this ‘flying whatchamacallit’? Where did he come from, what’s his name, where did he get that suit, does he have a girlfriend? I want the real story on this guy. I want this guy to go with The Daily Planet, like bacon and eggs, franks and beans, death and taxes, politics and corruption.”

Clark had to speak up at that. He timidly raised his hand. Clark hoped he didn’t regret this.

“What is it, Kent?” Perry didn’t have time for this.

“Well, um, I don’t think he would lend himself to any cheap promotional schemes, Mr. White.”

“And how would you know that, Kent?” Perry sighed. I thought he would be more aggressive, especially since he’s so … different.

“Um, I don’t know, just a first impression.” No way would I be a part of that, Clark thought.

“Well anyway, who’s talking cheap? I’ll make him a partner if I have to. Now, listen to me boys and girls, the one of you who gets it out of him, will wind up with the single most important interview, since, well ... since God talked to Moses. Move it people, what are you standing around here for? Get that interview.”

Lois just rolled her eyes at Perry, and chuckled to herself. Then, as she was going through her notes on her pad, she saw something strange. It was a note from Clark. It read … Meet me on the roof at 8:00 pm tonight, and he signed it ‘A friend.” Lois smiled thinking, what is he up to?   Well, we do need to talk about this ‘girlfriend’ issue. It was starting to get on her nerves. Clark would probably laugh, but he would soon realize she was dead serious about it.


The time came for them to meet, and Lois was actually nervous about it. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why. Maybe, it was because it would be the first time they would be talking out in the open, where people may actually see them together. She would have to keep her hands and wayward eyes off of him. Oh, boy, this is not going to be easy, she thought. Well, she could look at it as a test for her and for him. He couldn’t look at her in ‘that way’ either. Lois was thinking, and not for the first time, this has to be the strangest relationship ever.

Lois arrived on the roof at 8:00 pm that night, but Clark wasn’t there. She waited for a few minutes, thinking maybe he had an emergency. Then, she felt a breeze, she turned around, and he stood there on the ledge with his arms crossed over his chest trying not to smile.

“You’re late.” He looked wonderful. She was so proud of him, she thought her heart would burst she was so happy for him.

“Only a few minutes… Ms. Lane.” He hopped down from the ledge, surprising her.

Oh, I get it. Now begins the test. “I got your note. Thank you for coming … Superman.

Clark’s eyes widened. “Superman”? He thought about it for a moment. “I like it, Ms. Lane.” And then came the devastating smile, and Lois had to steel herself to resist it.

“Superman, there are a few things we need to get straight before we begin the interview.” She looked around, hoping no one was watching them from way up there. “You can’t smile at me like that,” Lois whispered. “It makes it hard for both of us to be indifferent with each other. So, please no smiles and flirty looks, alright?” Lois cleared her throat and gave him a look. “And that also includes other women, if you know what I mean," she whispered.

Clark’s eyes widened at that. He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to worry, Ms. Lane. There’s only one woman in the world for me.” But, Clark began to see her point. I can’t be familiar with her or anyone.  I don't want anyone to get hurt, simply because I was a friend or showed any special interest in them.

“I understand, of course, Ms. Lane.” Clark tried to convey what he meant through his eyes, and that he understood what she was trying to say.

“Good. Now, about the interview, there’s really no need for it because I have everything I need for the article. Would you like to read it before it’s published?”

“I’m familiar with your work. I trust you, Ms. Lane.” Clark had every confidence in her. 

“Thank you … Superman.” She had to grit her teeth to keep from smiling at him. “Well, if there’s nothing else, your story will be in the next issue of The Daily Planet.”

“I’ll look forward to reading it. Thank you, Ms. Lane. Good night.” He hopped up on the ledge, raised his arms in the air, and leaped off the building from fifty stories up.

“Good night.” Lois’ mouth was on the floor. She snapped it shut fearing flies would enter if she didn’t close it. Wow, I’ll never get over seeing that, she thought.


A/N: I hope you liked it. Next up: the final chapter, “A Dream Realized.” Thanks for reading.

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