What if Clark's history was more complex than what is assumed? What happens when a key individual from his past moves to Metropolis? Clark's already upside down world only strays further from its orbit as the story of his past finally becomes known.
This story takes place a few days after Superman Returns. Although the story is based on the 'Superman' movies, you will find that there are some things that are specifically 'Lois and Clark.'
Warning: Although this story does have parts that focus on the romantic relationship between Lois and Clark, most of it doesn't. I do not recommend this story to diehard Lois/Clark fans who don't like to see Clark with other women.
Don't worry, I know that there is no way that Clark's history could be like this, but I think it's an interesting take on things.
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The clock behind her struck five as the dirty-blonde-haired woman sat down to eat breakfast. She had been up for over an hour already, anxious to get to her job interview. Waking up early was not new to her though. She enjoyed the early hours before the sun rose. While the dew was still fresh and the air was misty with fog. She blamed her past for this fascination with dawn. 'Early to bed, early to rise, makes the farmer healthy and wise.' He had taught her. Of course that hadn't completely stuck; she still never made it to bed before midnight.
When she finished breakfast she pulled her robe tighter around herself and began to tidy up her apartment a little. She had just moved to Metropolis the day before and her apartment was still full of unpacked moving boxes. She hadn't had much time or need to unpack everything just yet. The only things unpacked were the necessities and a few sentimental belongings. The day had grown slightly lighter and as she looked out the window she could see the sun starting to rise over the city's horizon. She opened up the window of her top level apartment and heard the faint bustling of the city below.
As the early fall breeze blew through her naturally slightly-wavy hair, she felt completely at peace.
That was until the six-thirty alarm went off.
The alarm that told her she needed to be on her way to the interview.
She removed her robe revealing her chosen attire for her job interview -- more accurately, one of the only outfits she had happened to unpack -- and did a quick check in the mirror. After gussying up slightly she hastily made her way to the door, slowing down only to grab her purse and glance at the framed pictures on the coffee table. The first picture that caught her eye caused her to halt completely. She turned around and made her way back to the coffee table.
The picture was about sixteen years old, but the memories they brought back for her felt like everything happened just yesterday. The picture was of a boy around the age of eighteen the time it was taken. The boy had jet-black hair and unmistakable azure eyes.
As the woman stared at the picture, she felt a familiar pain in her heart; one that she had been feeling for the past sixteen years.
"I miss you," she muttered as she traced the frame with her finger before continuing on her way out the door and into the city.
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I already have a good 75 percent of this story planned out, but only 5 percent of it is written out. I really like writing it though. Should I continue this story?