Title: Untitled

Summary: Lois and Clark track down a new criminal plot, but who is Clark's new neighbor.

Rated: K (for now, may change later)

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Superman, nor do I make any profit. I do this for fun only.

Author's Note: This is my first fan fic, so please be patient with me. I don't know how long this is going to be. I started this with one particular scene in mind, but I'm not sure when it will come in. One thing I could use some help with is a title. Titles are really not my thing. I love to write, but I have trouble naming my stories. So, anyway, after you read a few chapters, if you can come up with a really good title, whoever you are, I would be really, really appreciative.

Chapter One: Meet Bobby Bigmouth

"Superman?" I heard her coming, but I stood still. "Hello Lois." I can't get over it. That beautiful boy in the bed before me is my son. My son! "He's …beautiful, sleeping. So innocent."

I hear Lois slightly sigh. "Yeah. I thank God for him everyday." Lois walks up to me. "Now I see it."

"See what?"

She sits down lightly next to her… our son. "He looks so much like you."

Yeah, he does. I was at the farm earlier and looked through all my childhood photographs. If Lois saw them, she would know in an instant who I am. "Really?"

"Yeah. When he's awake, you can see that his eyes are the exact shade of blue as yours. They're beautiful."

A silence overtakes us as we watch our son sleep. Suddenly, I hear Lois's phone ring. Apparently, Lois doesn't hear it. "Lois your cell phone is ringing."

She looks up confused for a second. "What? Oh yeah. I'll go answer it. You can stay as long as you like. Until you need to go. Save someone."?

I can't help but laugh when she leaves the room. I wonder who is calling so late, but I try to respect her privacy. I just listen vaguely. "Okay Bobby. I'll see you in an hour." Who is Bobby? I hear her hang up and dial a number. "Come on Clark."

I listen for my phone, and sure enough, it's ringing. I take one last look at Jason. I slowly float to the window and then take off for my apartment. I pick up the phone just before the machine picks up. I try my best to sound sleepy. "Mm… hello?"

"Clark? What took you so long to answer?"

"Lois, is that you? What time is it?"

"2:10. Come on Clark. Wake up. I'll be by there in twenty minutes to pick you up. I've got a tip, but we need to act on it fast. I've got to meet Bobby in… 50 minutes. You better be ready, Clark. I mean it. Clark. Clark! Are you there?"

"Mm… twenty minutes. Bobby. Ready. Bye."

"Bye Clark. Stay awake!"

I hang up and put on my 'Clark' clothes. Sometimes I really can't stand these suits. But they are what mild mannered reporter Clark Kent wears. I try to take a quick nap, but just as I close my eyes, I hear Lois's familiar heartbeat. I smile and get up to open the door before she can even knock.

"Clark, how did you-"

"You called-" I check my watch "-19 minutes ago, saying you would be here in 20. Now why did you wake me up in the middle of the night?" I fake a yawn.

She just grabs me and says, "I'll tell you in the car." I can easily stop her, but I let her drag me to the elevator. As we step outside, I fake another yawn. "God Clark, sometimes I think you're in the wrong career."

"What, just because I yawn" I yawn yet again for dramatic effect, "when I first wake up?" She just glares at me and I just grin at her. I keep quiet the first few minutes, but curiosity gets the better of me. "So who or what is a Bobby and why does his calling warrant getting up at" I look at my watch again, "2:30 in the morning?" I almost yawn again, but I decide not to.

"Bobby Bigmouth. He's one of my best informants. Normally, I go to him, but when he calls me" I can hear her grin, "boy, watch out! Bobby has contacts everywhere, and I mean everywhere. The only three times he's contacted me, no less than ten people got arrested, and I got the bylines for huge stories, none less than four parts. Perry always partners me up with somebody. I figure since we used to be pretty good partners, I'd get ahead of him and call you up."

"Yeah? What, so I could do all the heavy lifting and you get a majority of the credit?"

Lois smacks me and says "No Clark, I would never do that… to you. You're the only reporter I could stand to partner up with."

"Oh, that's nice to know. So what does this Bobby want?"

"I don't know. That's why we're meeting him. Now be quiet, Clark. I've got to find the meeting place."

I do as she bids and listen to the world around me. It still amazes me at how noisy this city is. Even at the darkest hour of the night, to me, it is so loud. But it's a good loud. Except for the sirens. I listen to each one to determine if Superman is needed, but they're all normal emergencies that the world has relearned to handle by themselves. So instead I tune into Jason's heartbeat. It gives me the greatest joy just hearing it. It's the most amazing miracle. That heartbeat and the little person it belongs to is the number one reason I regret leaving Earth. Until I found out about him, going was a bad decision because I left Lois, and she moved on to have a child, to find a dead rock with nothing left. But knowing I missed the first five years of my son's life, that almost kills me. Almost. I love seeing him, as both Superman, when he's sleeping peacefully, and as Clark, when his eyes light up when he sees me. Although, sometimes I suspect he knows the truth about me. Not that I'm his father, but that I'm Superman. Just the other day, he asked me why I wear glasses. It took me by surprise and my stutter wasn't fake. "We-well Jason, I ne-need them to-to see." He got a confused look on his face, but before he could say anything, Richard came in.

"Okay, Clark." Lois' voice pulls me out of the memory. "We're here. Now we just have-" She was interrupted by the back door opening.

"Hey Lane, whatcha' got for me? This must be Kent. How ya' doin', buddy" The guy in the back seat sticks his hand in my face. I reach up to shake it; he touches it, then says, "Lane this information ain't free."

"Yeah, yeah, Bobby, I know. Here you go. You're lucky Richard cooked last night or I wouldn't have had anything for you. Restaurants of your…caliber aren't open at two in the morning. Oh yeah, Bobby meet Clark, Clark, Bobby."

"Yeah, yeah, Kent great to meet ya'. Let's see, what do we have here." He takes the bag from Lois and looks through it. "Ah, Richard's famous lasagna. Boy, Lane, you're lucky. This stuff is great. Definitely a worthy trade." Bobby Bigmouth: a very apt name, for two reasons, if what Lois says is true, takes a fork out of his pocket and starts eating. "Dis is good. Tell Witchard tanks." he talks with his mouth full.

"Yes, Bobby, Richard's food is good, but we didn't get out of bed at two in the morning to watch you chew with your mouth open. Spill it."

"Okay Lane, Kent." He takes another bite and chews. "Mmm…Yeah, well ya' know about those small time burglaries around the smaller, wealthier neighborhoods?"

As he takes another bite, Lois asks, "Bobby is this all you have for us? Something that happens everyday in and around Metropolis? Get out-"

"No, no Lane, have I ever steered you wrong? This is better, well it will be. Most are, as you said, everyday occurrences, but a few; those few, from what I hear are practice." He takes yet another bite, and is quiet for so long I can hear Lois getting annoyed, but just as she starts to yell, Bobby starts talking again. "Now, I don't know the whole story yet, but whatever it is, it's goin' ta be big. Really big. Even the ones that don't seem to be connected are, because the people know each other. They're plannin' somethin', and like I said, its gonna be big. Now, I don't know everything yet, but when I do, you'll thank me. Trust me; have I ever let you down, Lane? I will tell you this, though: everything points to women. I know, I know, women burglars. I couldn't believe it ei-"

"Women can't be criminals!?" Uh-oh, Lois is mad about that little crack. Lois and her women's rights. Not that I have anything against it. Women can do anything men can do. Mom made sure I knew that.

Bobby must have realized his mistake, because he starts talking even faster than he was before. "No, no, Lane! That's not what I meant. No offence whatsoever to you or-or any other fine women like yourself." He looks at Lois and her glare has definitely lost some of its heat. It's a good thing Lois is not me, or poor Bobby would have a huge whole in his head. The thought gives me the chills. Fortunately neither of them sees my shiver. "Anyway, one of the homes was 723 West Street. Talk to them and you'll see why I believe its women. Now, Lane thanks for the grub, but I gotta go. Bye!" With that he's out of the door and melts away.

Lois starts the car, and her rant. "I'm sorry Clark. Normally Bobby has much, much better stuff for me. I mean, he got me up…well not up, anyway, in the middle of the night, which made me get you, who was asleep, up and dressed nothing. I mean, okay, wow, so a few women decide to become burglars. Stop the presses! Big deal. I'll take you home now, Clark; let you get back to sleep." She's quiet for a moment, and then mutters under her breathe, where anyone but me wouldn't be able to hear her, "Maybe Superman will be back."

Just as Lois pulls in front of my building, I hear a yell for help. "Lois I'll see you later at work." I walk up the steps of my building, listening, but as soon as the door closes, I spin into the iconic red and blue suit, and take off from my balcony. Time to save the world. Again.