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The Man of Tomorrow
Fog rolled in towards the Kent Farm, leaving an eerily familiar feeling hanging over Clark Kent. The full moon cast a glow over the ground, but the glow was drowned out when the fog took over.
The 19 year old man could feel new sensations racking his body as he soared over the tree tops. His body made it's way to Crater Lake, faster than he could run.
Darkness filled his gaze, and the boy had to land, unless he wanted to crash. Even he couldn't see in the dark.
Pebbles were sent flying into the lake due to the magnitude of his power. Tiredness started to fill his body, leaving him weak. The past week was taking it's toll on him.
He had to rescue two certain cousins at least four times last week, and having just gotten his powers back, he wasn't as resistant to exhaustion as he used to be.
"Damn it, Lois." He cursed to himself as he walked onto the dock and looked at his twisted reflection in the water. It seemed as if everything in his life was twisted--abstract.
Clark made the decision to tell Lois Lane about his abilities--as much as Chloe Sullivan, her cousin and his best friend knew. It seemed that since then, she and Chloe had been taking more risks. He just wished that they'd be more careful. He would always try to be there, but one day he'd mess up. He didn't want them to be the ones in trouble when that day happened.
He tried to get to Lois when she hit her head swimming at this very spot. Arthur Curry saved her then. If she only knew how he felt, not being able to get to her faster... it tore him apart, knowing that he couldn't do something using his abilities.
Lana Lang was another matter altogether. She was a magnet for disaster--Tina Greer the insane bone-warper, the girl who died on the bridge when she and Lana were children, and the bug-boy who wanted to mate with her. After that, she was possessed by Countess Isabel Thoreau; in a relationship with Jason Teague, who was obsessed with the Kryptonian stones just like his mother, Genevieve; and became a somewhat obsession to Lex Luthor. During the second meteor shower, Jason was killed, and Lana and Clark were given a chance to confess their love for each other.
Clark had gotten what he wanted for years--a relationship with Lana Lang. But now, to him, it was all an illusion. He felt he was trapped in a warped illusion that he couldn't get out of. He managed to leave her a month ago. They were now just friends.
He realized months ago that he didn't love her. It was an infatuation. The one he truly loved didn't love him back. Sure, they got along alright, and shared a few tender moments, but he knew she'd probably never feel anything but friendship for him.
Sighing, Clark looked up from his reflection and turned around, walking off of the white planks that formed a platform over the water.
"I'm not normal," Clark told himself, "No matter how hard I try, I will never be a normal human."
It was true. Clark spent his whole life trying to fit in.
For a few days, he did. But it all changed when he was shot in front of Chloe. He had died, but his biological father held his fate, and gave him his life back. But it came with a price--it cost him his normalcy. He was once again Clark Kent--secret-keeping Farm Boy.
Hearing his name being called, he bent down and shot off into the air, heading home.
The lights were on in his loft when he got home. It was probably just Lois looking around.
Walking up the stairs, his suspicions were confirmed as he saw the woman leaning over, peering out of his telescope.
"What are you doing up here?" He asked her, "I thought you hated it up here."
"It's not that bad," She said, turning to give him a wink.
"We should head downstairs... dinner's ready, isn't it?" He suggested.
"Yeah, Smallville." She said, threading her arm through his and tucking her hand in her coat pocket, and lead him down the stairs and to the house.
"Thanks, Mrs. Kent," Lois said, "Dinner was great."
"Yeah, mom." Clark echoed, "Great." He saw Lois and Martha start to pick up the dishes but stopped them. "I'll clean up tonight. Just go and relax." He used his super speed to piled the dishes by the sink but went at normal speed to clean them.
Half hour later, Clark was finished.
"Thanks, honey." Martha called from the living room, where she, Jonathan, and Lois were watching The Ring Two.
He smiled as he leaned on the doorframe, watching them. He didn't know how Lois managed to get his parents to watch this.
"Come sit down!" Lois whispered, patting the seat next to her. In an instant, he was sitting there.
An hour later, he and Lois were tangled, and Clark was pushed up against the couch, his arms around Lois' waist. It didn't help his hormones any that both pair of hands seemed to have gone under her shirt, resting right under her breasts.
He wanted to go higher, but he knew he'd be pushing it then... he didn't know if Lois was comfortable enough with him to let him go there.
All rational thought was pushed out of his head as a scary part of the movie came on, giving Lois an excuse to scoot closer, pushing his hands to where they wanted to go.
Daringly, he gave a little squeeze, causing her to arch herself against him and let out a soft sigh. So, she wanted him to touch her. . .
The tables were turned.