Disclaimer: I do not own Superman...as much as I want too.

A/N: This is a different approach to a story. And I know I have bits and pieces of JSL fanfiction in my profile, it is how it goes, this is an idea stuck in my head. I write for your enjoyment. My Superman is Brandon Routh image, not because he is cute or anything like that but he is very much how I have alwaysed pictured superman...plus he has blue eyes. ;)

Superman exclusive-Prologue

Hi, this is the story how I met Superman. I guess the best place to start is at the beginning. Metropolis is filled with every potential story that can be in the papers. Good or bad. Daily Planet is the headhancho trumping every other media outlet out there. The offices aren't really cubical s just tables people lay claim absorbed on the projects they are working on. I am smack dab in the middle of 'You're in the way!' and 'I don't care.'

My name is Jimmy Olson the lead photographer..even though it doesn't seem like it at times. I am pretty much at the low end of the jenga blocks but somethings got to hold the rest of them up right?

Anyway..where was I? Yeah, Superman. Lois Lane she is the star reporter in the entire building. I admit she's great at her job, she is a tad bit intimidating and blunt. I suppose underneath all that power their is someone nice..I hope. Perry White..the boss of Daily Planet assigned Lois to be Superman's press agent. Her articals are amazing I mean, the guy is from outer space..not only is he epic in massive portions..but he has game in the looks department. A specimen of art knocks my bow tie out of play.

Not that I am jealous or anything.

Right..a lot of people really don't pay much attention to me except Clark Kent...believe it or not he is just as, if not more awkward then I am. He is always smiling, kind, can come across as a bumbling unorganized dork, but he does get the job done. I like him.

When Superman first debuted everyone was in a frenzy out beating each other on getting the best scoop on him, saving everyone almost in every country crazy amazing, but it seems that he's kind of become old news so to speak. It doesn't mean he isn't around, but like most jobs they do have there down days. It was actually a Tuesday when I was...well lets just say pounced upon, grilled on why I don't have a photo of the hero. I had been busy all morning and then lunch hour was zipping by finally gathering up the courage before my breakfast was dangerously closing in the category of 'Bruncher' I practically beg Lois to let me get some air time.

She took pity on me i guess, I still had Perry breathing down my neck. "You got to wake up Olson. Get that picture of superman that is worth putting on the front page of the daily Planet."

Sure...They make it sound so easy to get a flying, running, target, head shot. I'm lucky if i get an arm shutter speed can only go so far.

I managed to make it out to the back door leading out into a not so inviting but good enough ally to munch through a sandwich break. I was opening my paper bag...yes paper bag. Better on the environment people.

Anyway took out my sandwich about to endluge in egg heaven when I heard what sounded like a loud thwack into the ground. Looking to my right I saw a indent of the object that caused it was a man that much I knew and he was busy composing himself as if he was gathering his strength to do something important.

Then it hit me, I had seen that brown suit before, the height of this guy was also drilling into my memory bank. It wasn't until he turned did I unconsciously dropped my sandwich on the pavement..No way it couldn't be...the man was distracted as he took his glasses from his pocket putting it on his face. A full on siren parade was going on inside my head...It wasn't the fact that this guy was wearing glasses, it was because for a split second when he didn't have it on he was the iconic face that had graced every issues of paper imaginable. Not to mention every news channel.

He was straightening his tie when he stopped the task becoming aware of my presence. Our eyes met and he looked like what I imagined I looked myself, shocked.

When I was done having a mental stroke I was coherent enough to sum up everything I just saw. Clark Kent was superman...or what was even more mind blowing Superman was Clark Kent.

Before I could utter one word I found myself... gone My only thought was..bruncher was definitely on the menu.

A/N: Continue or not continue? That is the question.