This is a story I started writing for myself, just after I saw the movie, and I was sick of Lois Lane. Anyway, I figured I might as well post a little of it to see if anyone else might want to read it. If I don't get much response I'll just delete it from the site and keep writing it on my own. So far it's gonna be a three part story, each story divided into a bunch of chapters. So , here it is.

It's odd, you know, what you remember in life. Like for instance the first thing I can ever remember is waking up and seeing the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. Of course I could not remember a single thing before that, so, you know, I didn't really have anything to compare it to.

I tried to speak, but found that all words seemed lost to me. He smiled down at me and I somehow managed to smile back. His thick black frames slid forward on his nose and he pushed them back up casually. I opened my mouth, determined to say something, but before I could I heard a harsh sound come from behind him.

"Clark!" A woman yelled in a shrill tone. "Clark! What are you doing?"

He set me on my feet and I realized that he had been holding me up. As soon as he pulled back his arms and stepped away, I felt cold and alone. He shot me a reproachful look and turned to the woman calling what I guess was his name.

The woman had dark curls and was very dainty. She was also dressed somewhat expensively and was tapping her foot impatiently.

"Honestly, Clark." She told him, loud enough so everyone around us could hear. "You cannot always go running off and leave me in the middle of a conversation!"

I flinched at her shrill and condescending tone. She wasn't very nice, his wife. She humiliated him in front of a crowd without a second thought.

A man beside me murmured something, but I heard him quite clearly. "Wow, Clark Kent saves a woman from being hit by a cab and Lois Lane publicly flays him for all to see."

'Oh? Not his wife?' I remember thinking. Then I felt light-headed and the world spun. And everything went dark.

I woke in a hospital bed, all alone in the room. I sat up hurriedly, feeling a rush of pain at the sudden movement. I groaned and clapped a hand to the side of my head. I stood up and began looking around for some clothing. Because I had realized that I couldn't very well walk out in my hospital gown and I was suddenly feeling very claustrophobic.

"You shouldn't be up Miss." A doctor told me as he walked into the room. "You should be lying down."

I shook my head, despite my headache. "I must leave. Now."

"That's not advisable, my dear." He told me, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "You've gotten quite a nasty bump on the head, you should get some rest."

I shook my head again. "I have to go. Please."

He watched me for a moment, and then nodded slowly. "Okay, you just have some forms you need filled out." He handed me his clipboard, with several papers attached.

I took it with a grateful smile. My smile faded quickly however when I put my pen to the paper to fill out the 'Patient's Name' box and my mind was blank. I collapsed down onto the bed, making the doctor hurry to check my vitals.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. "Lightheadedness? Nausea?"

I shook my head sadly. "I wish. I do not know my name."

It was several hours before I was finally released, against my doctor's orders of course. They couldn't figure out why I did not remember my name, but I did get a clue about my identity. I had been wearing a bracelet with the name Charlie on it. So I decided to just call myself by my name, and make it easy on myself.

My doctor was wonderful and gave me the name of a decent hotel and gave me some money the nursing staff had collected for me. It would only last a few days, but the hospital had planned to show my picture on the news and contact me at the hotel if they had any response. I was not holding out any hope however, somehow I knew, I was alone in this world.

My first plan was to thank the man that had saved me from being hit by that taxi.

I walked into the Daily Planet building, biting my lip nervously. I brushed back a strand of my dark hair, it was always getting in my face. I guess that's what I should expect from hair down to my waist, but I was just getting used to it all over again.

I smoothed out my dress, feeling very out of place in a simple blue and white sundress and sandals. However, those were the only things I owned, so my options were severely limited. I asked the first person who passed me by the question I was dying to have answered.

"Excuse me?" A young man stopped to look at me, holding his camera tightly. "Do you...do you know where Clark Kent is?" I gave him a shy smile. "I wished to speak with him."

He turned bright red! "Clark?" I nodded, unsure. "Yeah, of course. I'll show you to his desk."

"He won't mind me not having an appointment?" I asked him nervously. "He doesn't know I'm coming. And we've only met once."

He smiled at me. "Of course Clark wouldn't mind." He turned to go further into the building. "Follow me."

What do you think? I know people are gonna be upset cause it isn't Lois and Clark, but I didn't really like her character in the movie so she plays only a bit part in this story. Please review if you want to see more.