So, I've decided to revamp this little beauty! I deleted many of the other chapters- I think there were three left. I've decided to rewrite it. I'm not too fond of what I had written. I have great ideas bundled up in my brain and finally decided to use them. This story will be less about the 'Man of Steel' movie and more about original ideas. My Superman is still Henry Cavill. I'll have it take place two years after the 'Man of Steel' universe. A few things that are not going to not be canon in my revamped fic are: Lois Lane does NOT know that Clark is Superman. That irritated me the most about the movie. Second: Olsen is not a girl. He's going to be his awesome male self. That's about it.

Sorry for the deletion and revamp so suddenly, but I hope you like this a whole lot better.

New Updates are revised and these chapters that have nothing to do with the 12 previous chapters I had up before. I'd advise reading the new ones so you're not confused. This will essentially be a completely different story.

I've been here for a week and Perry still has me running to fetch his coffee, which has burned me three times today. I groan and quickly jog into the Lounge room ready to brew another cup, but notice Clark Kent sitting at the small table- which looked even smaller with him in it.

"Hey, Clark," I greet and briskly make my way over to the coffee pot. I glance over my shoulder to see why he didn't answer and frown. He had left the room in the small time I had turned my back. He's quick for such a large man. Clark Kent was tall- extremely tall- and had chiseled features and a bright smile. His blue eyes weren't too bright nor too dull and they seemed to always be shining but my mind could be playing tricks on me.

"Westmore!" Perry growled from the door. His glasses were halfway down his nose and he seemed flustered. I open my mouth to answer but he cuts me off with more yelling.

"Where's Kent?" I shrug a bit nervous at his mention of the gorgeous awkward man-why am I nervous it's not like Kent can read my mind. I answer with a shrug of shoulders and quickly grab a beige cup from the cabinet and pour Perry's straight black coffee into it, hissing as it splashed against my knuckles. I cautiously handed it to him, wary of the hot liquid, only for him to glare at me before taking a sip.

"Good job, now go find Kent," He ordered before walking back to his office slamming the door then opening it to call Lane. I watched Lois Lane get up from her desk, pushing her dark brown hair to the side and confidently strode into Perry's office. She was pretty and wasn't scared to state her mind. I watch Perry chew her out as I made my way to my desk- which was bare with no reports- not even a proper filing bin. I was hoping to write along side Kent and Lane or have an article featuring Olsen's fine photography, but Perry took one look at me and designated me 'Go get my coffee' girl on the first day.

It must've been my attempt at a handshake or even my bag spilling all his paper work...all I know is that I didn't make a good impression. I never do. My resume is amazing and I have tabloids and articles from my local paper, but I was still the new girl and no reports were heading my way anytime soon. One of the guys had said that I needed to earn it. I grabbed my light white knit sweater and asked if anyone had seen Clark before walking to the elevator. I leaned my head back against the cool metal gold. The metal was nice against my neck. I had my red curly hair pulled back today. The weather said it was going to be a high of 60 but for the last week it's been in the low 30s so I wasn't taking chances. As the elevator slowly made its way to the lobby I addressed my posture in the reflection of the panels.

I was leaning back, but slumped over a bit my shoulders drooping in defeat, I guessed. I was short too and the reflection made me look stubby. My wide hips were wrapped in soft dress black dress pants I realized I had spilled coffee on my light grey turtleneck. I crossed my arms under my chest- a small chest- nothing quite as special as a model's or anyone else's for that matter. My lips pulled back in an awkward smile revealing perfect white teeth, due to 7 years of dental work, my nose was long but not gross long and had a small arch that kept my glasses in place...my sister told me I should consider plastic surgery, but I heard you change your nose you change your face. My eyes were small and bit far apart but the hazel color did make up for the weird placement. I ran my hand through my deep red hair and frowned at the contrast of my pale skin. The elevator dinged and I realized I had spent all 30 floors thinking about myself and not thinking of where to find Clark. I shook my head in disbelief and stepped out of the elevator narrowly missing the crowd ready to rush in. I looked around, asked around, but no one had seen him. I walk outside and down the street with no sign of my fellow reporter.

Where could he have gone? After a few minutes of searching and checking local café's I gave up. Defeated, I made my back to the Planet and pushed the button for my floor. Once at my desk I noticed Clark was in Perry's office. Perry himself glanced over at me and I knew that look all too well. It was coffee time. Again. I was actually happy to do so this time. It wasn't like I had anything else to do right now. I filled his coffee and began to go back to his office but as I rounded the corner I bumped into a hard chest- dropping the scolding beverage.

"Shit!" I cried, scared to have it spill on someone. A swift hand caught it and I looked up too see blue eyes surrounded by dark rimmed glasses. My eyes dropped to his lips as he spoke.

"Sorry, Annie didn't see you there," He apologized handing me back a full coffee. I quickly took it and mumbled my reply.

"No problem, Clark," he had walked around me to rummage threw the fridge and I watched him hunch over baffled,"Hey, where were you? Perry had me go looking for you,"

"Sorry about that, Annie. I had to take a call," He responded his head still in the fridge.

"Clark?" Lois asked walking past me.

"Hmm?" he answered with cold noodles in his mouth. He quickly swallowed realizing who he was speaking to and straightened up and shut the fridge.

"Can you print up my report? I'm late for an interview. I've already emailed it to you, thanks!" She said quickly before leaving.

Clark looked like he wanted to say more, but she was already out of earshot.

Clark and I turned to look at each other and I shrugged.

"Clark, you've got a little something there," I say pointing to my chin. He immediately wipes a remaining noodle away from his chin and grins awkwardly.

This day has been - well a different kind of day. I think to myself as I twirl my pencil around in my hands starring off into space. There was a televised rescue of Superman in Wisconsin earlier and I couldn't help but notice the similarities between Clark and the caped crusader. They are the same height and build, I think as I watch Clark staple his finger underneath his report and then practically fall out of his chair reaching for the band aid in the opposite desk. Nah, he's too uncoordinated to be a guy in a blue spandex suit.