I apologise in advance, this will not likely get updated very often or very regularly, but it will be continued. I'm afaid I only just finished writing the first chapter and couldn't wait to see readers' reactions.

This is set after the end of season 4, with the exception of Clark and Lois discovering little Kent Junior in the season finale. You'll soon see why. (And I thought it was a silly way to introduce a baby into the show! If only they'd made season 5! cries)

People seemed to think life was dangerous in a place like in Edge City. Laura couldn't understand it. Of course, they didn't have any superheroes flying around to save the day like they did in Metropolis, but she could honestly say she had never felt threatened on her home turf. Sure the crime rate could be better, and the city streets could have been cleaner, but living on the edge of suburbia, Laura Fielding had always been partially protected from the grimmer face of city life.

In her brief sixteen years of life, never once had Laura desired to be anywhere but her family home on the Greys Common estate. That is until she discovered journalism.

Of course even then, Laura had been content to stay in the city, if it were not for the fact that everyone knew the greatest newspaper on the whole planet was in fact the Daily Planet.

At first Laura's teachers had been sceptical at such a dream. Few ever made it into the ranks of the Daily Planet's elite, but Laura ploughed on with her studies none the less. With time and determination, a flare for writing soon appeared in her work, and her articles where a common sight in the High School's student newspaper.

The only regret Laura ever had in her journalistic endeavours was the unintentional discovery of her own adoption. She never mentioned it to her parents, it seemed pointless. She knew her parents loved her and it explained why she had never had any siblings.

It was Laura's only secret, and no one had ever suspected that both blonde haired mother and daughter weren't biologically related. The only colouration that Laura didn't seem to share with her parents was her green eyes of such a deep colour that most mistook them at first glance for brown, like her father's.

If she could just secure that apprenticeship at the Daily Planet, Laura would have quite honestly said her life was perfect.

It wasn't until a fellow by the name of H. G. Wells showed up that her life was turned upside down.

Clark was stunned. He was beyond speechless. It was simply impossible. They said it would never happen – that it couldn't happen. They simply weren't compatible.

And yet there it was, the clear blue line staring at him straight in the face.

No amount of super vision could make the fact any clearer, and yet he still couldn't believe it.

"Now do you believe me, or do want me take yet another test?" Lois growled from the toilet seat.

Still stunned Clark silently shook his head and placed the little test kit on the counter. Lois gave a sigh and walked over to her husband.

She draped an arm over his broad shoulders and whispered into his ear, "I'm pregnant."

As though finally waking up, a grin lit up his face and Clark answered, "You're pregnant…"

Lois kissed the side of his mouth and leaned towards his ear again, "You're going to be a daddy…"

Clark swept Lois up into his arms and spun around a few inches off the ground. Still beaming he gave Lois a lingering kiss and replied, "I'm going to be a daddy!"

Laura often made trips on her own into the main centre of the city, constantly trying to make contacts within the journalism industry. Even with several recommendations behind her back, very few were willing to pay attention to someone so eager and yet so young. But even still she enjoyed the city. It seemed to have its own rhythm and everywhere you turned something was always happening. It was full of life. But that didn't necessarily mean anyone was particularly polite either.

The poor man was obviously quite deranged, walking around with his bowler hat and wearing what appeared to English clothing from the Edwardian period. Of course no one was going to listen to him!

"Excuse, I was wondering if you could help me find…" Another solid body collided with the man and ignored his stammer. Laura tried to ignore the man but it was very difficult as the man was quite clearly in very loose touch with reality.

The man continued his timid attempts to gain a sympathetic soul's attention. He followed an individual for a few steps before being flattened by another pedestrian.

"She should be here… I checked my archives quite clearly!" The man squeaked before his hat was unceremoniously blown off his head.

Laura watched as the little man chased after said article, completely oblivious to his surroundings. So oblivious in fact that the man did not even seem to realise his hat had landed right in the path of on coming traffic. He fumbled for a moment then froze at the sound of the truck's horn.

Laura didn't even take a moment to think. She dashed out to the man and tackled him so hard that both man and girl were hurled to the other side of the street.

Gasping, Laura looked over her shoulder to see the hat was still in the road, but now no more than a flattened disc.

"Hey old man, we've got real vehicles here in the twenty-first century!" Laura huffed in aggravation, "Try to keep your eyes open…"

"Yes, quite…" The man muttered in a crisp English accent. Laura was hard pushed not roll her eyes at him.

She helped pull him up and grabbed what was left of the flattened bowler. He took the proffered hat and gave a resigned sigh at the impromptu alteration to his apparel.

"So sorry about that, always feel a bit out of sorts in this time… A thousand thanks for your assistance miss, I am in your debt," the man stuttered with a little bow.

"Yeah, sure…" Laura half heartedly replied and turned to leave.

"Might I trouble you with a small favour?" The man called after her.

Damn, if only she had been a little quicker. She wasn't quite far enough away to pretend she hadn't heard the man, and she couldn't in good conscience leave him to his own devices. She turned back to him with a grim look and waited for his request.

"I was wondering if you might know the whereabouts of a girl about your age living somewhere near the city. She should go by the name of Laura Fielding. Do you know her at all?" The man asked in his excitable way.

Laura arched a sceptical eyebrow and tried not to reveal her shock.

"Maybe. Why should I tell you?" Laura replied.

"Well you see," The man said with a twinkle in his eyes, "I am H. G. Wells…"

"Yeah, sure," Laura sniggered, "and I'm Superman."

Well that's chapter 1 over. You interested yet?

All comments appreciated, though I warn you, positive responses will likely result in the posting of other Lois&Clark fanfic ideas that have yet to be completed... just so you know.

XJaxX