A/N: Hey guys. I've had this idea after re-watching Superman Returns. I was really interested in Jason so I wrote this story to see where it took him. This would have Smallville and Superman Returns in the same universe. So I would be tweaking Lex Luthor's role in SR. Some Smallville stories will be tweaked a bit so they could have a reason to mention them and not just have them randomly said. I hope you enjoy this first chapter. I'm sorry it's full of Fluffiness between the two characters. The rest of the chapters will hopefully be darker. Once again I hope you like it.

I hope to read your comments and I do take criticism.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. If so the superman storyplots would be very repetitive and filled with cliché action stuff XD

I stood at in the roof of a building staring down at the city below him. I brushed the tear that had slipped from my eye without me able to hold it back. My super hearing had kicked in and I could hear everything literarily: a baby crying, a car honking, someone switching channels, two people having a conversation. It wasn't why I was crying. The super hearing was bearable but what wasn't was how his mother had deceived both Richard and Me. I believed that Richard was my father until my mother just recently told me the truth. That Clark was actually my father and that Clark was superman but I already knew that. I guess you couldn't be babysat by him and not pickup on a few things. Then, I heard it. A woman crying for help. He clenched his fist and yelled loudly, "I CANT HELP!" That's when he lost it and began pouring out the tears. The truth was that the only thing that had kicked in was the super hearing and nothing else it pained him to hear someone in trouble but be unable to help.

I heard steps behind me and jumped in surprised as if I had been caught doing something wrong.

"Who are you?" he heard a girl's voice ask. I rapidly wiped my eyes and turned around and was surprised to see a girl about my age. She had blond hair a little below her shoulder and had green eyes. She looked at me accusingly.

"Who are you?" I asked in return.

"I asked you first. Plus this is my midnight hangout."

"Im Jason K…..Jason Lane." I said softly.

The girl smiled and said, "Lane as in Lois Lane?" She took out a piece of newspaper from her pack pocket and unfolded it. The headline was: "Why the World Doesn't Need Superman." There's was a picture of superman smiling with his arms crossed on the cover. I bit the inside of my check and said, "Yeah."

"I love her articles. So what are you doing in this shady part of the city?"

"Trying to escape my father's shadow."

Why am I doing this? It's not like my mother said I had to be this great hero she just said that superman/Clark Kent was my father and that Richard wasn't. That's why she had wanted my name to stay Lane-White.

The blonde chuckled. "Aren't we all? What's yours? A corrupt government official or a criminal mastermind?"

I had to think about that one for a moment. Clark Kent was…Clark Kent. I wasn't worried about that part. What worried me was his kryptonian side: Superman. Superman the one who always saved the day, never disappointed anyone, and who set an example to everyone.

I've never saved the day. I had asthma (go figure). I've disappointed Grandpa Lane when he saw me looking at college brochures. He had asked me where the army ones where then I told him I didn't want to join the army. Right away I knew I had made a mistake from the broken look in his eye. He made a joke about it, but the hurt had been done. I bit my tongue harder at the thought.

"Well he's an all American guy. He's got high morals and values. You know the goody good shoes."

She laughed. "Ugh, those are the worst," she said this with a tone of sarcasm.

"Sorry. Kind of make a big deal out of my small problems."

"Don't worry that's why they're problems."

"What's you name anyways?" I asked curiously

"I'm Lena….Luthor," she emphasized her last name.

"Should I know that name?"

"Hopefully? No."

"Ah."

There was an awkward moment of silence between us. Should I keep on talking or do I wait for her? I decided to risk it as I asked, "Do you know any good hotel slash motel around here?"

"Yeah…well kind of. There's one around the corner called Lodger's Inn. No five star material but livable Plus they have a free continental breakfast."

I smiled. "Thanks." I put on my backpack and was about to climb down the metal ladder but stopped and looked at Lena. "Where are you staying at?"

"Well there's this bench in the park that ive had my eye on for a while now. I hope the baglady left already."

I sighed. "Want to come with me? I can't afford much but beats sleeping on the streets."

She smiled brightly. "Are you sure you aren't some sort of perv?"

"As sure that I know Lois Lane is my mother."

"Well then okay."

She followed me down and then guided me to a decent looking two story motel. She stayed outside while I went inside.

If I wanted to stay more than a week all I could afford was a one bed room with a bathroom, and TV and thank god an air conditioner.

I went outside and told Lena the news. She smiled and narrowed her eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah, I choose quantity over quality."

She shrugged, put on her backpack, and followed me to the second floor to the last room. The room wasn't spacious nor that small. I set my backpack down on the table. I sat down on the only chair and Lena sat on the edge of the bed.

"If we're going to sleep together we have to know more about each other…"

"Whoa who said anything about sleeping together?"

"Then I'll sleep on the floor since you paid for the room."

I chuckled. She knew I would insist she take the bed while I slept on the floor, but she wasn't going to hear it. The bed was size full so our shoulders would be touching some of the time…

"Okay, what game?"

"50 questions I'll start first. What's your favorite ice cream?"

"Um…cookie and cream. What's your age?"

"Seventeen and you?"

"Same. Favorite season?"

"Winter. Are you like a smart-ass person?"

"Well not really. I'm smart but I'm also lazy…"

"Says the guy who has Einstein's theories in his backpack" she sang.

I narrowed my eyes. "You opened my backpack?" I asked accusingly.

"Well we are sleeping together."

"But you didn't know that then…"

She shrugged with a smile. I sighed, "Let's just keep on playing."

"Gladly" she responded. We played into the wee hours of the morning. Having too much fun, with our back and forth questions and answers. She laughed at some of my answers calling me a dork and I laughed at hers. We decided to go to bed. I felt her warm shoulder resting on mine and I fell asleep peacefully with a smile on my face.

I woke up in the morning to find Lena was gone from the bed. I sighed and droppe my head back to the pillow. Typical, I thought. I didn't bother to get out of my pajamas as I went to the lobby. To my surprise Lena was already down eating a waffle. I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey look Mr. Spoiled Rich Boy finally woke up" she said sarcastically. I ignored her as I went to serve myself cereal. I came back and sat down on the chair in front of her.

"Trust me I'm not rich and I'm definitely not spoiled."

"Yeah you are. Trust me nothing says rich as much as coming down to the lobby in your pajamas and with perfect bed hair." I just laughed and mumbled, "Whatever."

When we finished eating we went back to our room and changed to our bathing suits. She had on a red and blue stripped bikini. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of cathing me staring so I looked straight ahead into her eyes. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a t-shirt and put it on.

She smiled as she saw my puzzled expression. "To many pervs," she simply explained. We raced down to the pool. But something felt wrong as I felt everything around me turn into a blur. I immediately stopped and realized I was already in the pool area. I looked down at myself in amazement. More powers were coming in… I was turning more like him….

Lena came behind me out of breath. "wow track star much?"

"I'm s-sorry."

"It's okay, just warn me next time." I nodded even though I didn't know when something like this was going to happen and it scared me.

We spend the whole morning and part of the afternoon at the pool. When we were walking back to the room, she laughed, "You look like a tomato."

I felt myself turning redder. "You too."

"Pssht. It looks hot on me though." I just laughed shaking my head. That night we went to an amusement park. We shared a cotton candy and took turns feeding each other. She laughed and gently punched me on the shoulder when I smeared a piece of it on her nose.

When we were going down on the roller coaster she wrapped her hands around me and buried her head on my shoulder. At that moment I felt my heart beating faster and my stomach ached.

"Tomorrow I'm going to take you to my most favorite place in the world." I told her later that night when we were watching an action movie with John Travolta.

"Let me guess the museum?"

"No" I said it in a tone that made it seem as if it had been a possibility.

"Then?" she asked not taking her eyes off the TV.

"The roof of the Daily Planet, It's beautiful during the night."

"One problem Sherlock, it's closed during the night." She said amused.

"Well my mother is the famous Lois Lane and it helps if your grandfather is Perry White." I said as I took out the key from my pocket.

She smiled but she wasn't looking at the key but at me. "You're willing to get caught by your mom or your dad or grandfather or that guy Clark who you admire just to show me around?"

I nodded. "It's a risk worth taking."

She giggled. "You're really are something Jason Lane." I turned off the TV leaving the room in complete darkness.

"Good night" I told her.

"Night" she replied.

I felt her knuckles light graze mine. I decided to take a risk and grabbed her hand. Our fingers interlocked. I couldn't see her face but I as I fell asleep I was sure she was smiling. We were woken up by a knock. I jumped out of the bed in shock.

"Who is it?" Lena asked.

I shrugged. Was I willing to open the doors? What if it were the cops? The peephole…I bit my tongue as I realized the door didn't have one. If I peeked through the window they'll see me. As if by instinct I opened the door to reveal a tall man in a long coat with big glasses and a goofy smile.

"Clark? What are you doing here?"