Author's Note: Yes, another story. But I have been watching Supergirl and loving it. I'm not exactly sure where this would be in the story. I'm just going to say Justice League since everyone will be making cameos, but I'm not sure if there is a better place to put this story. Anyway, let me know what you think! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Warnings: Nothing, just language and OOCness.

Word Count: 4,611

I force myself not to look at my watch for the hundredth time since I was forced to crawl out of my taxi halfway to my destination due to backed up traffic. I am late. But I would have been later, had I stayed in the car. I wouldn't be sweaty or gross, though. I glance down at my phone while waiting for the light to turn green so that I can cross over to the next street. I have a missed call. I redial.

As soon as the phone is picked up I'm immediately talking, "I am so sorry Lois! I know that I'm running late but I was caught in traffic. I swear I'm just down the street."

A laugh. "Relax," Lois says. I can hear the grin in her voice. "I figured you'd be late. You haven't been in Metropolis long enough to properly judge the time just yet. No hurt feelings. Just get here when you can. No rush. By the way, since I have you on the phone, you don't mind if I have a friend come to coffee with us, do you?" There is the sound of someone talking in the background. "Shh, Smallville, I told you it'll be fine," she says away from the phone, then to me. "You don't mind, right?"

"Of course not," I say, fast walking across the street once the light of the person walking lit up. "I don't mind. The more the merrier, right? I should be there in like, five minutes!"

Lois laughs. "Are you sure?" She sounds really amused.

I look around for a moment, wondering if I was going the right way. "Um, maybe ten minutes."

She laughs again. "That's what I thought. I'll see you soon."

"Bye, Lois."

"Bye."

I was close. It took me about fifteen minutes to finally get to the coffee shop that Lois asked me out to the night before after I hung up the phone with her. I felt bad for being late. Thankfully the shop was small, sparsely occupied but very homey. A bell chimed as I walked in and I spotted Lois immediately, throwing her head back in a gleeful laugh in the corner of the store, sitting across from a man.

His eyes flicker up toward me when I walked in. He says something to Lois and she spins around in her chair, eyes finding me immediately. She smiles brightly and waves me to them. I make my way over to them, sitting down in the only other available seat between them.

"This is my friend from work," Lois says, gesturing toward the tall, dark haired man with shocking electric blue eyes. "Smallville."

He studied me curiously and I had to look away. He was a very attractive man. Square jaw, strong nose but kind smile. His eyes flicker over to Lois for a moment, playfully amused before holding his hand out for me to take. "That's what Lois calls me. I'm Clark Kent."

I place my hand in his. My hand feels tiny in comparison. Like a child's hand wrapped up in a full grown adult's. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Samantha Kennedy." I smile.

"Sorry for imposing on you two. I was just stopping by to pick up some coffee and was stiff armed into staying. I can leave if I'm in the way," Clark says slowly, sounding completely sincere in leaving if he was really in the way. Lois rolls his eyes, giving me the impression that he's like that naturally. I immediately like him.

"You're fine," I tell him, meaning it. Clark smiles more at that. "So, you and Lois are friends?"

Lois nods. "Yeah, we go way back, ain't that right, Smallville?"

Clark shakes his head, smiling charmingly. "I wouldn't use the words "way back" but yes. We've known each other for a long time." With his smile still in place, his blue eyes scan the room for a moment, as if looking for something. He doesn't give away if he found what he was looking for or not, but succeeded in making me feel a bit paranoid, like there was something behind me.

"So, Clark," I say slowly, running my hands up and down my arms, wishing I had decided to wear something more than a three quarter sleeve shirt and a ripped pair of jeans, "do you work at the Daily Planet with Lois?"

His eyes lock onto me but his smile doesn't leave his face. "Yeah, we're co-workers but we met before we started working together."

I raise my eyebrows in interest. "Really? That must be fun, working with a friend."

Clark and Lois both smile at each other, the years together showing in their expressions. It's Lois that responds, "It has it's perks, I suppose." She winks at Clark who smiles back, shaking his head slowly. He takes a moment to sip of his coffee, leisurely.

I take this moment to stand up and get myself a drink as well. As I'm up there, looking through their selection, Clark calls out, "What about yourself, Samantha? How do you and Lois know each other, if you don't mind me asking." I quickly order something that sounds good before looking back over at Clark and Lois.

Lois makes an amused noise in her throat, lifting her cup to her lips, looking at me with sparkling green eyes, obviously amused. I stare at her for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before the woman behind the counter, the only other person in the store besides myself, Lois and Clark, to get my iced drink.

I bring my coffee back over to the table and sit down, taking a quick sip before answering, "Lois interviewed me a few months ago for an article that she was writing for the Planet, and we've kept in touch since. Although that was when I was living pretty far from here. I just recently moved down here about a week ago, for my job and Lois has been helping me out. She's a real saint."

Lois smiles around the rim of her cup, obviously pleased by my choice of description. Clark glances over at her, amused, before laying his own cup down and leaning back in his chair, blue eyes returning to my face. "What do you do for a living, Samantha?"

I sip at my iced coffee, shivering a bit. The air conditioning is up pretty high in this place. But their coffee is good. I'll definitely come back here again. I put my coffee down and run my hands up and down my arms in an effort to sooth my tingling flesh. "Um, I study people for a living. Psychology, really. The human brain mostly. I was writing a piece about the human mind in accordance to..." I falter, seeing Clark and Lois, blankly staring at me. They were politely listening but I've been around enough people to know that this isn't usually interesting.

"Is something wrong?" Clark asks, black eyebrows raised.

"No," I say quickly. "Sorry about that. Um, what I was saying, basically, the paper I was writing was getting a lot of attention in my field and Lois was the one that interviewed me about it."

"That's interesting," Clark says and I wonder how much he means it. I can already tell he's a very kind man, very placating, I see, so I have to wonder how genuine he really is about it being interesting. I just highly doubt he would say anything rude or off-putting if he could help it. He was calm and relaxed, but he was careful with his words and actions, as if always calculating other people's reactions. But there was also something about him that was also... naïve. Almost like he was experiencing a lot of things so new to him. It was strange.

"Thank you," I say quietly.

Lois's phone beeps, pulling our attention over to her. She pulls out her phone and clicks a few buttons, eyes scanning the screen before putting her phone back into her purse and crossing her legs. At Clark's inquisitive look, she smiles and shakes her head. "It's nothing. Just an email. So, Sammy, lets talk about how you're adjusting to Metropolis."

I move my cup back and forth from one hand to the other, sliding across the table. "I'm good. Still unpacking, trying to find my way around everywhere. It's a lot different than the little town I lived in before. There is a lot of people and noise and..." I didn't know how to explain it. I just wave my hands around, hoping that they understood.

"I get that," Clark says, genuinely. "Smallville was, well, small. It's... um, quite something trying to acclimate to Metropolis, but it'll be alright. I'm certain you'll be just fine. If you need any help, we will be here to help, right Lois?"

Lois looks pleased. "We sure will be, Smallville." Her eyes flicker over to me and I knew the bad feeling I've been trying to ignore since I got here should have been headed. "So, Sam, would you mind if I bailed a little early? I have a big story coming up and Smallville is almost as helpful as I am when it comes to the sights to see and the places to be around Metropolis. We will definitely be able to catch dinner next time, right?"

I glance over at Clark, who appeared to have come to the same conclusion as I did. His tongue presses against his cheek, pushing it out. It gives me the impression that Lois does things like this more often than not. Clark doesn't appear to be overly upset, but I can tell this has happened to him many times, so he's become used to it. Which doesn't bode well for me.

I like Clark. I mean, I haven't known him long, nor do I know him well, but I would like the chance to at least become friends before I lose the chance forever because of my horrible personality and many flaws. I don't need Lois to ruin relationships for me, I can do that perfectly fine on my own. Thank you very much. I appreciate it though.

Lois takes a moment to look around at the two of us, curiously, probably looking for one of us to tell her that it wasn't okay but I wasn't going to be the one to do it. I think it's a bit rude, giving the impression that I didn't want to be left alone with Clark even though I'm almost positive that he's a good person. I don't want him to be given the impression that I wouldn't want to be alone with him.

Not that I wouldn't want to be alone with him. I just... shit.

Clark didn't say anything either, just stare at Lois with a look that I didn't understand but she obviously did. Lois grins, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth, before she jumps up, giving both of us a wink and flying out the door with a sultry, "Play nice now, kids," before she's gone.

There is a painfully awkward silence that settles over us, broken only by the scratching of Clark's coffee mug sliding back and forth across the surface of the table going from one hand tot he other. I watch the movement for almost an entire minute before raising my eyes to Clark's unbelievably pretty blue eyes and awkwardly saying, "I think she had an ulterior motive inviting me here."

Clark, thankfully, let out a little laugh, his smile relieved. "Perhaps. But to be honest, it was just a coincidence that I ended up being here. I think she did have the intension of spending the day with you but when I ended up coming too..." he trails off.

"She couldn't help herself," I finish for him. He nods and does a little shrug. His smile is boyish and charming.

"Yeah," he says. "Lois just... likes to be in charge. She likes to be the reason that something happens, regardless of what it is." He smiles more apologetically now. "I'm sorry about her."

I shake my head. "Don't worry," I say softly, sloshing my drink around a bit without spilling. "I mean, yeah, this is a little awkward. But I can appreciate the fact that she's trying to help me. Maybe not so much in my love life, or lack thereof, but in the friend department. This... it doesn't have to be weird, right?"

Clark shakes his head. "No," he says easily. "We can definitely be friends."

I smiles at him. "Great. Well then, friend," I say playfully, hoping it's covering up my embarrassment. Clark smiles more, showing me he knows what I'm doing but thankfully doesn't appear like he's going to call me out on it, which helps me relax a bit. I didn't continue my sentence, though. I really didn't know what else to say. I hate Lois. Why did I think this was a good idea?

Clark must have picked up that I was at a loss of words, for he quickly asks, "So, did the article get published? About you, I mean. I usually read Lois's articles but I don't remember seeing one about you. Uh, sorry."

I wave my hand around dismissively. "It's fine. My work is kind of complex, and not in the sense that little minds wouldn't be able to understand, with proper knowledge of the basics it's easy to pick up on, but it's kind of hard for an average person with no idea about the workings of the normal human mind to comprehend and I suppose your editor didn't think it would flow well in the news."

Clark looks genuinely apologetic for me. "I'm sorry."

I shrug. "It's fine. Jokes on you guys, I won that award." Clark barks out a surprised laugh that I couldn't help but also join in on. I take a sip of my drink, trying not to make my interest in Clark too apparent.

"I guess we'll just have slap our wrists at our next meeting for the slip up," Clark laughs, showing off two rows of pure white teeth, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I suppose I wasn't expecting that."

I'm not sure what I said that was so funny, but I'm glad I said it. I like Clark's laugh. It's nice. Pure, in a way.

We spent the better part of the next two hours just sitting there and talking about anything and everything. Clark told me a bit about himself. Mostly he talked about Smallville. He told me about how he was raised there with his adoptive parents and about his two best friends throughout his schooling and about the passing of his father. In that, we were able to connect.

"I lost my parents when I was six years old," I tell him. Clark's blue eyes lock onto me and appear genuinely sad for me.

Instead of apologizing, which would do nothing for me, apologies wouldn't bring them back, he just asked, "How?"

"Car accident," I say, then shrug. "I was so young, I don't remember much about that day. All I remember was waking up on the side of the road. I had been thrown from the car."

Clark's eyes widen. "You were in the car at the time?"

I nod. "I don't remember my life at all before the accident, I don't remember my parents, but I do remember their funeral. As morbid as that is. But I'm lucky, in a way. I don't remember them at all, and while I wish I could have come to know them, I'm also a little lucky that I don't really feel that loss like my older brother and sister do."

Clark takes a moment to look around the coffee house, watching a few other customers come in and sit down next to the door. He brings his eyes back over to me and asks, "How old are your siblings?"

"My brother was twelve at the time and my sister was fourteen," I run my fingers through my hair. "Sorry, that was a little heavy."

Clark shakes his head. "No, I brought it up first. But, may I ask how old you are now?"

"Mr. Kent, don't you know how rude it is to ask a lady her age?" I joke.

Clark must not have realized this at first because he looks mildly alarmed, before I wink at him and he relaxes a bit again. "Jeez, you scared me there for a second. I thought I insulted you."

I wave his worry away. "I'm just messing with you. To answer your question, I'm just about to turn twenty-four."

"Really?" He sounds impressed. "And you already won an award in the psychology field?"

I laugh. "Yeah. I skipped a bunch of grades in school and went to college young and graduated that early too. You could call me a mild protégé. At least, that's what my professors called me."

Clark raises an eyebrow. "You don't think so?"

I shrug my shoulders, playing with my now empty coffee cup for a moment before forcing myself to leave it alone and look back up at Clark. "Not especially. I'm not very socially..." I wave my hand around, trying to find the words. "I'm not good at interacting with people and spent all of my free time studying and learning about all kids of things and I guess I just picked things up quickly enough that it fooled people into thinking that I was overly intelligent when in reality I was just awfully bad at interacting with people."

Clark tilts his head to the side. "I don't know about that. You don't strike me as the type of person incapable of interacting with others, you've been doing just fine with me."

"You're different," I say immediately, without thinking and flush deeply in embarrassment. How does my foot always find it's way to my mouth so easily? "And at the same time, you're not."

Clark smiles a bit. "I think you're just fine."

I look away, smiling a bit. "Thank you."

We manage to talk for about ten more minutes before there was a beeping noise. It pulled Clark's attention away from our conversation to his phone after a polite, "Excuse me," before turning away. I pull out my phone to give him a bit more privacy and play around on the apps while he speaks in low, quiet tones before finally hanging up and smiling apologetically.

"I've got to head out now," Clark says, standing up quickly. "I'm really sorry about this."

I stand up too. "No, you're fine. Thanks for spending some time with me. It's nice to start meeting some friendly people around here. Thanks for everything."

Clark shakes his head. "No problem, here," he pauses a moment to write down his number on a napkin. "If you ever need anything or just want to hang out, give me a call." He flashes me another charming smile before flying out of the coffee shop like his ass was on fire. His business must have been real important. After a moment of hesitation, I pick up the napkin, put the number in my phone before crumpling it up and throwing it away.

I step out of the building and look around, lost. I take a moment to pull my phone back out and bring up google maps and put in my address. As soon as I turn to start heading toward my home, I heard a whooshing sound above me. I look up just in time to see a red and blue blur flying overhead and disappearing into the clouds.

Clark became a great new friend. We met up again a few days later and he showed me around Metropolis. We went to a museum and I read every plaque in the building, even sprouting bits of my own knowledge on subjects to Clark. Thankfully, he let me ramble on and on without complaint and even took me out again a few days later to the aquarium. There I sprouted more of my knowledge about the fish. Still he did not complain.

He's super adorable.

We went out to dinner the other night and had Lois come along with us. It was fun to see Lois again and she was obvious in her excitement over Clark and I bonding, believing it was entirely her power that brought us together. While I figure Clark's and my own genuine interest in one another probably had a good bit to do with it, I was still thankful to her for giving me a new friend. Even if Clark and I never became more than that, it was still nice of Lois to bring us together at least as friends. So, I'll let her have her moment.

Clark seems to have been thinking the same thing. He looks over at me and smiles softly, giving me a little shrug. About half way through the dinner, Lois came up with an amazing idea that we should start having a game night. As soon as she suggested it, her entire face lit up, she was banging her hand on the table, pulling the attention of the people sitting around us.

"Perfect!" Lois laughs. "I've been wanting to do something for a while! Oh, we can invite Trevor from work too - oh," she pauses, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "He's kind of a tool." She squints up at the ceiling for a moment. "Hm... maybe... oh! Maybe we can invite Jimmy! Clark, you and Jimmy are friends, right?"

Clark nods. "I like him. And remember, he wants to be called James now."

Lois waves her hands around dismissively. "Yeah, sure, whatever. So what do you think? Good idea, right? I mean, it'll be fun." She smiles brightly at Clark.

He nods. "Sure, sounds like a good idea, but we won't have James for much longer. He's moving, remember?"

Lois's shoulders droop a bit. "Oh, you're right." She squints at the light over their table for a moment, in thought, before she looks back over at Clark. "He's going to National City, right? I remember Lucy saying something about that before. Man, she was upset." Lois lets out a small chuckle and shakes her head slowly.

"Wait, who's Lucy?" I ask.

"Lois's sister," Clark tells me.

"Ah," I say, nodding, then looking over at Lois. "And why is she upset about that?"

Lois waves her hand around. "My sister is a little... abrasive or... maybe presumptuous. She thinks that Jimmy cares more about Superman than her and just couldn't take it any more. She dumped him before he could dump her. But it's obvious that she still loves him. She won't stop talking about him. Although my dad couldn't be happier about him no longer being in the picture." She shakes her head again.

"General Lane doesn't think anyone is good enough for his daughters," Clark says, giving Lois a knowing look. Lois purses her lips.

"True," she admits, "but unlike me. Lucy is still naïve enough to bring her boyfriends around dad. I tell him as little about my life as humanly possible and if he figures anything out, I feign shock."

I laugh. "That's horrible, Lois. You should just be nicer to both your father and your sister."

Lois rolls her eyes. "I'm nice. I swear. I just don't like people digging around in my business like that. No matter how many times I tell Lucy not to tell dad about her boyfriends, she does, and then complains to me about how dad was being so unfair about what he says in regards to her boyfriends. And well, dad doesn't believe Lucy nor myself are capable of judging if someone is good enough for us or not." Her right elbow is propped up on the table and she rests her chin on her fist. "It drives me crazy."

I lean back in my chair, throwing my head back and quickly pulling my long black hair up into a high ponytail before leaning forward again. "I'm sorry about that, Lois. I kind of know what that's like. Except with my older sister. She's certain nothing short of the moon and stars is good enough for me. No one I date, or talk to, is ultimately good enough. You'd think I was some kind of rare, one-of-a-kind china doll."

Lois and I take a moment to look at each other and feel that similarity between us before looking toward the last member of our little group. Clark raises a dark eyebrow, looking sheepish. "My mom always told me to go with my gut. I knew what - and who - would ultimately be best for me." His smiles is charming but also sheepish.

"Boo," Lois and I say at once, shaking our heads and giving him the thumbs down. Clark rubs the back of his head.

"Sorry," he says.

I giggle, waving his apology away, even if it was playful. "We are just playing with you."

"I wasn't," Lois says teasingly. Then she reaches out and pats Clark's arm, to show she was kidding, in case he couldn't already tell. We take a few minutes to eat our food in silence. Naturally, it's Lois who breaks the silence around us. "So, how are the two of you? Becoming friends?" The way she said friends, gave me the obvious impression that 'friend' wasn't the word she was trying to use.

"Lois," Clark sighs. As he goes into the explanation about how we were just friends but that we were hanging out and to not read into something that wasn't there - then quickly apologized to me, hoping that his words didn't offend me, and they didn't - before answering all of Lois's questions with the truth. Strangely, though, he wasn't offering up any other information other than what she asked about.

While that was happening, I had to pull out my little mirror from in my purse to look at the contact in my right eye. It was irritating me and sliding around on my eye. It wasn't off center, thankfully enough, but it was bothering me. The last thing I'd want to do is show Lois and Clark my strange eye. It's bad enough that I'm not all that good with people. If they saw my deformity, they might think I was a monster.

They wouldn't be the first ones to think so.