Authors Note: I started this new story because I really didn't like the route I took last time. This is just kind of fun. I don't know, I guess just comment if you like it! Thanks so much!

He started to become concerned that she wouldn't show up.

He spent the night following the league's restoration efforts on his TV's news channel and was repeatedly told by league members the situation was under control. He called in so frequently, he started to think some of the members blocked his frequency on their communication systems.

Diana was on the mission, and the helicopter cameras followed her for most of the news coverage; she had a rough time trying to manage the crowds and the overwhelming flood waters tearing down houses. By some miracle everything was done and settled by 11:10 pm. News coverage stopped, but Diana hadn't shown up to Clark's home.

Had she forgotten to visit him? Why was her com link not on?

The clock was ticking away the time with an obstinate persistence. The hour hand was only a few minutes away from twelve.

Soon the sound of the analog clock ticking became all Clark could hear. It annoying ticking reverberated in his head as he waited. So much so that he decided to make the change to mechanical clocks first thing after waking up.

"I'll be there by 12 latest." That was what Diana had told him. "Of course, we can meet later. I don't want to be such an inconvenience, and the mission may not end as neatly as I hope."

But Clark had insisted on meeting tonight. He had procrastinated on asking her for nearly a month. He feared just pushing it just another day would lead to further procrastination on his part.

He was so nervous. He was never this nervous about her. He shouldn't be so nervous.

And just as the dinner he made for them started to get cold for the fourth time, he heard a new sound.

Through the repetitive ticking of the clock he heard her steps up the stairs to his apartment, light and rushed. Then he heard her keys turn in his lock; he'd forgotten he'd given her keys for that weekend he went off world.

She walked in wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, hair windswept, and small cuts and scars from her mission about a half hour ago.

The door opened with a gust of wind that sent the smell of soap and flowers spiraling into Clark's home.

"Kal, I'm so sorry. This is incredibly late; I went home to shower and change because I knew I needed to return this key anyway." She walked over to where he sat on the sofa and put the key on the coffee table; its little Superman key chain made a clink noise as it hit the table.

In the same breath she continued, "I'm sure you have work tomorrow. Maybe we can meet later tomorrow—" She suddenly paused and took in the smell of the tacos Clark had prepared.

Clark was sitting on the couch, somewhat slumped, two plates laid out in front of him.

Her eyes softened and her stomach growled, "You made dinner… Clark, I was only kidding when I said I would only come if you made dinner. Now I feel really, really bad Clark." She sat tall next to him on the couch.

Clark turned to her smiling with bright happy eyes, "I've been watching the news, it's not your fault you are a bit late. Besides, I thought dinner would be nice since we haven't spent a lot of time together recently. I was going to make dinner anyway."

"You must be famished waiting for me Clark." Her body slumped on the couch as she relaxed. She looked at him with eyes open and innocent.

"I'd say it's worth it, because now I get to share a meal with you."Clark took a bite of his taco, the cheese and meat squeezing out the other end onto his plate.

"I could never ask for a better best friend Clark." Every word she said was so sincere Clark couldn't help but feel touched.

"Do you like yours?" he fixed her eyes on her expectantly. She had made fun of his intolerance to spicy foods last week, and so he put in a few pinches of spicy powder in hers.

Diana smiled and struggled to swallow as laughter shook her body after the first bite. "Are you still sour about the spicy food insult?"

"No," he mocked a pouty face, "but is the taco spicy enough for you princess?"

He was internally laughing at the manners she put into eating her taco. She was careful to make sure nothing spilled out of the other side, set a napkin on her lap, and crossed her legs to make sure nothing fell.

Giving Clark a nasty look at the word "princess" she said, "Perfect. Thank-you. But on a serious note, why did you want to see me so badly tonight? Is everything okay?" Her voice dripped with concern as she shifted her body on the couch so she was facing him.

"Everything is fine. It's actually just a big deal to me. You know about the journalism award function next weekend?"

"Of course! I saw you were nominated and I was actually going to congratulate you tonight."

He smiled at her; of course she was going to. "You know you actually inspired me to write that? You remember that day right?"

Diana smiled slyly, "I was hoping you'd bring that up."

It was one of Clark's darkest days, it was the anniversary of the day his parents passed on. He felt so lonely, so desperate. He was sitting on the roof of his farmhouse, and Diana came and sat next to him.

She understood what was happening, and just sat with him. No words, but she had reached out for his hand. Eventually, she simply said, "Write about it. That would be a nice way to remember. They seemed like people who would love your writing."

Clark didn't say anything in response, but she stayed with him through that night. Tired of sitting they made an unspoken agreement to spend the rest of the night looking up at the stars from the rooftop. And when frustrated tears started dripping from Clark's tired eyes, she reached out and squeezed his hand. Her support was everything he needed that night.

Later he did just that; he wrote an article on what it feels like to lose parents. A nice twist he added was finding parallels between what he's felt and what he's heard from orphans all over the world. It was certainly unique, and he believed that was the piece's strongest quality.

Diana broke Clark's moment reminiscing by saying, "Oh Clark, where would you be without your best friend here?" She laughed at her own joke.

Clark loved these silly moments, her humor, everything she was right there with him, only with him.

Clark, whose mouth was filled with food, made the "I don't know" gesture. The seconds after that were filled with the low sound of the television as both of them scarfed down their food ravenously hungry.

Then Clark readjusted himself so he too was facing her. Somewhat scared and nervous he looked down at her hands as he spoke.

"I want you to come with me. To the award ceremony."

"What?"

"I want you to be there if I win this award."

"Clark, honestly, I am so honored and by the gods would I love to come, but—"

"But, Wonder Woman and Clark Kent would make things a bit obvious right?"

"Yes, Clark that is my initial thought."

"Bruce offered to work up fake documents for you, and I can help make you look less —err… Amazon warrior-ish with some technology. That way you can enjoy some aspects of civilian life as well, and then you'd simply be Diana, my best friend."

"So, you wish me, essentially, to create a fake person so I can come to this award ceremony with you."

"I know, it sounds crazy, but there is no one else I'd want to take to this more than you." He finally got enough strength to look her in the eye. This was Diana, his best friend of two years, he had nothing to fear.

"You being there is very important to me."

"Well, if it is that important to you Clark, I have full intentions of attending." She smiled at him. He certainly knew how to make Diana feel special. "Out of curiosity wouldn't Louis want to be there?"

"She had a piece nominated too, so she's going with her boyfriend."

"Well in that case, what name do you think I should pick? For my civilian identity?" she questioned excitedly.

"I don't know. I feel like anything other than Diana would be weird."

"I agree, most people know Wonder Woman, hardly anyone would draw the connection to the name Diana."

"So Diana it is. You know I think I actually have the glasses I wear right here. You can try them on." He walked into his bedroom, pulled them off a table, and walked to the mirror in his bathroom. "Come in here Di."

Once she walked in to the bathroom she put the glasses on, "I look the same Clark."

Though Clark didn't agree he said, "Well, maybe pulling your hair back a little would help."

Diana grabbed her hair and held it in a pile behind her head. She giggled, "Really Clark? Do you think I look different?"

Clark did, her eyes were not as bright as the usual light blue. The sharp angles of her face seemed somewhat diminished. But she was still so beautiful, her smile still so bright and joy filled, her lips still so…kissable. Clark shook the last thought out of his mind aggressively.

He blurted, "Yes! Different enough for people to not recognize you." He came up behind her and held her hair back for her so she could get a better look.

She examined herself in the mirror, "I think you are a little crazy, but you have a lot more experience with this than I do." She placed his glasses back the bathroom counter and Clark let her hair flow loose again.

Back in the living room Diana said, "So where am 'I' from? Where do 'I' work?"

"You can be a foreign correspondent for Wayne Co. That's similar to what you do as a diplomat."

"I like that idea, and I can be a simple Grecian girl who ended up studying in the states and making it big in business. "

"You may be having a little too much fun with this." He stated sarcastically. Diana playfully swatted him, and got up.

"Where's your soda Clark?"

"I knew you were coming so I hid them from you. They are bad for your health Di." Clark had the biggest goofy smile on. He loved pushing her buttons a little.

"If they are so unhealthy why do you have enough to fill a grocery store?" Diana finally found where he kept them in his pantry. "Would you like one?"

"Yes please princess, or do you prefer goddess now?"

At being called princess Diana threw his soda can at him a little harder than normal. When Clark caught it, the soda exploded all over his shirt and the sound of the sizzling drink dripping became the only sound in the room.

"Oh my gods, I am so sorry Clark. Honestly, I did not intend to throw that deliberately." Clark couldn't tell how truthful she was being.

She rushed over and started to clean the soda on the floor. As she was cleaning, Diana struggled swallowing her laughter at seeing Clark's discomfort at being covered in soda.

After a few minutes of shock he started to laugh too, "So I think I finally get it, no more calling you princess."

"Prince."

"Prince what?" Clark tried to clean his sticky hands in the kitchen as he continued the conversation.

"I need a last name, Diana Prince would be nice," She paused cleaning to look Clark in the eyes, "like our own little joke." She seemed please with her choice.

"Well Ms. Prince, let me get that—well your mess cleaned up."

In a burst of speed Clark cleaned all that was left to clean. "I'm just going to go take a quick shower. Catch up on the news until then, I'll be back really soon."

Once Clark left, in obvious discomfort at being covered in sticky sugary soda, Diana's laughter exploded.

Clark screamed, "I can hear you." And Diana silenced herself, but now she was the one with the goofy smile.

As everything settled down, Diana stretched out on his couch, silently deciding the day ended very nicely. Clark's apartment always felt like home to her, and the droning of the TV lulled her to sleep. By the Clark came out of his shower, Diana was fast asleep.

He couldn't help but smile at seeing such a powerful woman curled up on his couch like a little child. He gently picked her up and tried to walk her to his bed. He flinched as each step made noise on the wooden floor. He did not want to wake her up. Eventually, he made it to the bed and successfully pulled the covers over her.

He grabbed a few blankets from his closet and went to sleep on the couch.

Once he settled on the couch he saw the keys she left on the table and he decided he wanted her to keep them just in case. Also, he secretly hoped it would encourage her to come over more. Clark fell asleep on thoughts of how the day had ended quite nicely.