The Switch

Part Two

"Diana?"

She was in his body, wearing the boxers he wore to bed last night, wearing the same frantic look he wore on her face now. In her hand, Diana held the El emblem he wore when changing into Superman.

Diana dropped to her knees in front of Clark. With a shaking hand, Diana touched her face with Clark's hand. "I don't believe it," Diana murmured.

Clark grasped the shaking hand into his now smaller one. He simply asked, "Who did this?"

"Magic is involved which means someone from my family is behind this." Diana was certain. "I'm not sure who but I will find out."

"Apollo? Strife?" Clark guessed. There were so many members of Diana's family who could do this.

"Possibly but we shouldn't confront either until we are certain." Diana was on her feet pacing as she thought of her and Clark's next steps. "If they are not the cause and learn of our problem, they will make trouble for us."

"Right." Apollo would challenge him to another fight and Strife…well no one could tell what She would do. "But we have to do something to reverse this."

That something was simple. "We have to go about our lives as if nothing has happened, Clark."

"Go about our lives?" Clark rose, balking at the idea. "Diana, I was gonna meet Perry White this morning. You're meeting your mother later. Who knows how long it'll take before we resolve this?"

"Maybe hours. Maybe days but until we do, we'll go about our lives as planned. Whoever did this, knows who we are. Changing our normal routine may play into whatever trap that's being set for us."

She had a point. Whoever did this knew who they were but to go about their live as planned….. "Diana, you really think-"

"That you will go to Themyscira as me and I will go to the Daily Planet as you and we'll impersonate ourselves flawlessly?" Diana finished for him. "Yes. I do."

Impersonate? Sure, they can try but flawlessly? No way. "That's crazy! Diana, Themyscira is a magical place. Your mother and Amazon Sisters despise men! Your mother barely tolerates our relationship. Do you know what will happen if they discover I'm in your body?"

Diana paused in her pacing as she thought the question over. "If you do a good job impersonating me, nothing, and though Themyscira's a magical isle no one will suspect anything unless you tip them off."

Either Diana had too much confidence in his skills or Diana was battling a serious case of denial. "Even if I pull this off, what about you? You haven't been to the Daily Planet. You don't know the people who work there. How can you impersonate me?"

Diana scoffed. She viewed how Clark act when they were in public together. Impersonating him was child's play. "Clark, imitating you is not hard."

Clark crossed his arms over his chest then quickly dropped them as he realized he was touching Diana's breasts. "I'm not easy to impersonate."

"Slouch. Act timid and naive. It's very easy." Before Clark could argue, Diana went on, "Clark, be positive. We can't let who did this to us know this is affecting us."

"But it is!"

With Clark's outburst, Diana thought maybe she was being to cool with this. Perhaps she needed to do some alteration. "I will go to the Daily Planet. You will accompany me as my girlfriend, Diana Prince. With you there, I can tell Mr. White our meeting will have to be brief. That lowers any chance of me saying or doing something wrong."

That could work. "And what about meeting your mother?"

"Same thing but instead of lunch, I'll make it dinner. We'll have more time to prepare you."

"Wait a second," Clark interrupted. He didn't like Diana's implication. "You think you're harder to impersonate?"

Diana smiled at Clark's indignation. "Clark, you're the one panicking about us impersonating each other and yes, it is harder to impersonate me. I don't slouch and I say what's on my mind. If you act timid or flustered around my mother, she will know something is wrong. She has lived for centuries and can read body language very well. If she detects anything, she won't hesitate fighting both of us and think this is some test by the Gods. But that won't happen." Diana was confident. "Mother doesn't care for you. With you there, she'll give me a scolding but she'll rush our dinner just to get you out of her sight."

"You mean get you out of her sight," Clark corrected. "You have my body now."

Oh, that was correct. Diana's lips turned up. "True." She actually found the idea of her mother acting rude to her hilarious. There would be hell to pay if Hippolyta discover this deception but Diana found the idea of fooling her mother thrilling. "It's funny."

He had her body but at this moment, Clark could read Diana's mind, too. She was getting a twisted thrill out of this. He love her but sometimes he didn't understand her.

"We should let the Justice League know about this," Diana added. "They may have some ideas on who is behind this."

"No! No way! They cannot find out!" Clark shook his head and waved his hands, emphasizing his point.

Diana nearly rolled her eyes. On some level, she understood Clark's reluctance in going about their lives in each other's body but not this. "They're our friends. They'll help us."

Clark knew that. His friends would lay their lives for him as he would for them but they cannot know about this. "I know they are our friends, but do you know how badly I will get killed by Bruce, Wally, Arthur and Hal if they know I'm stuck in your body. I will never be able to live this down!" As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, Clark knew he made a mistake. Clark saw his face slowly morph from calm to outrage. Wow. Did he really look like that when he was angry? When he saw his own eyes changing from cerulean blue to fiery red, he knew what was coming but Diana did not. "Calm down, Diana. You don't want to set your apartment or me on fire. I'm in your body remember?"

Diana didn't listen. In fact, with the deepening fire in her eyes, Clark knew he made her angrier. "Do you think this is fun for me?! I woke up in your body! Your penis was standing up at me!"

Who knew behind Diana's calm demeanor, Diana was as outrage as he about their situation? To defuse the tense situation, Clark joked, "Well, that's morning wood, Diana. Guys sometimes wake up with that. I'm not immune to it either. I usually….," Clark's eyes dropped down. He didn't see an erection. "What did you do to get rid of it?"

"Never mind that, Clark."

"No, Diana. What did you-"

"I said never mind!" Two red hot beams struck Clark's chest. Knocked back and grimacing in pain, Clark used Diana's bracers to deflect the beams. The bracers he now wore deflected off him to Diana like a boomerang. Out of instinct, Diana crossed her arms over her chest but without bracers, she couldn't deflect the heat vision she inadvertently released. Diana was pushed back with only the wall stopping her. Unfortunately, the wall wobbled at her impact making the armoire that held Diana's weapons topple over with a loud crash.

"Wow," Clark murmured as he lowered his arms. He looked at the bracers. "These are really powerful." He touched the skin the heat vision burned. No marks. "You're tough, too."

"Of course," Diana grimaced. She was never hit with Clark's heat vision. When they did spar, she always deflected them with her bracers. She never worried she would get hit by them. As Diana lift the armoire upright, a door swung open and a few weapons tumbled out.

While Diana busied herself with restacking her weapons, Clark assisted her. When he bent to retrieve a magical battle ax, Clark finally noticed he was naked except for the bracers. Whenever he stayed over at Diana's, if they weren't fooling around, Diana wore clothes to bed. "Do you always sleep naked?"

Diana took the battle ax from him. "Amazons are not self-conscious of our nudity."

"I know that but when I sleep over, you always have clothes on."

Diana narrowed her eyes at him, her temperature rising again. "You want to talk about this now?"

Clark started to say yes but instead, "No. That's not important."

Finished with the armoire, Diana went to her closet and sifted through her clothes. "You have some clothes here. I'll wear them to the Daily Planet."

Clark approached her. He wasn't confident about this plan. "Diana, you really think you can pull this off?"

Diana tossed a couple shirts on the bed. "Yes. I've seen how you act when we are out together."

"What if Perry ask you a question you don't know the answer to?"

"I'll improvise." She winked at him. "I'm quick on my feet. You know that."

"What if something happens in Metropolis and Superman is needed?"

For the first time this morning, Diana looked nervous. She left her closet, eyes scanning the room searching for something. The El emblem laid on the floor by the armoire. Diana bent to retrieve it before placing it in Clark's hands. "There's a problem. I meant fly here as Superman. When I placed the emblem on my chest, nothing happened. I couldn't change into your uniform."

"What?" Clark placed the emblem on his chest. Nothing. He placed it on Diana's chest. Still nothing. "This isn't good. The emblem is connected to me because I come from the House of El. Even though you're in my body, it's not my soul." He looked at Diana alarmed. "What about me? What if I need to be Wonder Woman?"

"I have a spare suit in my closet but I can change two ways. Physically changing into my clothes or twirling with my lasso and my uniform magically appears." Diana went to her nightstand pulled out her lasso of truth. She handed it to Clark. "Here. Try it."

Clark took the lasso. He opened the lasso over his head and twirled like Diana. To say he lack the grace of Diana's twirl was an understatement. Instead of changing into Diana's Amazon attire, Clark ended up wrapping himself in Diana's lasso, losing his balance and falling on the floor.

Clark smiled weakly at Diana who stood over him unnerved at his attempt. "Little help?"

Diana unloop Clark from her lasso. "If Superman and Wonder Woman are needed, you have to manually dress in my clothes and I'll have to wear your old T-shirt and jeans."

Clark gave a slight nod. They didn't have a choice but his old uniform will attract attention that something is off. "I better take a shower. I saw the time on your phone. We have a couple hours before my meeting with Perry White."

"All right," Diana agreed. "I'll pick out something for you to wear."


Clark leaned against the sink in Diana's bathroom waiting for the shower water to turn hot. With their tough skin, both had to wait for the water to become really hot before cleansing themselves. As he waited, Clark noticed himself in Diana's mirror. He never stared at Diana nude. Oh, he looked when they were intimate and when she slept but never stared. From her large breasts, slim waist, tone stomach, hips and thighs, Diana's body was beautiful.

Entranced, Clark's right hand raised against his will. "Boop." He poke a breast watching it jiggle. Stifling a giggle, Clark jumped a few times watching both breasts bounce.

He looked at the door paranoid for a moment then slowly cup Diana's breasts. He squeezed and massage the soft flesh; fingers pinched a hardened nipple. He shuddered feeling pleasure zip through him. "Oooo. Is this what Diana feels when I touch her?" He paused a moment as he considered what he's doing. "I should stop."

But he didn't. He continued to massage Diana's breasts. He turned his head and admired the firm posterior staring back at him. "Beautiful. I'm so lucky." Diana's body was simply amazing. Diana was never vain about her looks or flaunt it. It was one of the many reasons he loved her. One hand left the breast and brushed over the tight, muscled abs. Diana loved it when he admired this area with his mouth. As his hand descended lower, he recalled another area of Diana's he loved with his mouth and fingers. Clark stopped. He shouldn't. Stop right now his mind told him. And yet, a small, deeper part hidden in him knew he wouldn't get an opportunity like this again. Would it be wrong to know what it felt like?

The bathroom door slammed opened. Clark dropped his hands. His angry face stared back at him. "This isn't what it looks like!"

"I have your eyes and ears. It's exactly what it looks like!"

"I'm….." Clark weakly struggled as he pointed to the shower. "I'm waiting for the water to get warm."

"That's not what you were doing and you know it! You were touching my body!"

True but he wasn't the only one to do so. "You touched mine this morning!"

"That was out of necessity! I had to get your penis down! I couldn't fly with it sticking up!"

"Ah ha!" He pointed at her. Confirmation! "You admit to it!"

"I wasn't doing it out of pleasure like you are!" Diana could feel her temper rising and her eyes burning. Clark crossing his arms over his face was the only thing that reign Diana in. She closed her eyes and exhaled.

"It was curiosity that drove me," Clark said quietly. "Pleasure was a bonus." Diana said nothing in response as her eyes kept closed. "Anyway, I better take my shower. Can't be late meeting Perry."

At that, Diana's eyes snapped open. She grabbed Clark, stopping him and pushed down the boxers she wore. "I'll clean my body. I won't have you do it."

Clark understood and stepped in the shower. "You know if circumstances were different, this would be a turn on."

"Shut up," Diana ordered stepping in after Clark. With water sluicing over them, Diana grabbed a sponge and saturate it with Themysciran liquid soap. It was a strange feeling, Diana thought, having her body stare at her as she gently washed it.

As Diana gently washed her breasts, Clark sucked in a breath. He underestimated how sensitive Diana's body could be. He bit his lip trying to control himself. Diana was already upset with him touching her body in ways that were only meant for when they were intimate. If she knew the affect her touch had on him now…. He exhaled with Diana's hand dipped between his legs. "That feels a little too good, Diana."

"I can see that," Diana gritted her teeth in annoyance. She noticed the extra moisture between her body's legs differ from the moisture of a soapy sponge. Still, she couldn't be too mad at Clark's response. Her body responded to Clark's touch whether it's meant to be intimate or not. That was the effect they had on each other.

"I didn't realize how sensitive you were down here. Do you always feel this when you're cleaning yourself?" Clark asked.

Diana griped, "Do you always feel a certain way when you clean yourself?"

"Not always. I guess I'm feeling this way because it's my fingers on your body. Oh!" His now feminine hands dug into Diana's masculine back. "If my fingers do this, I really understand why you react the way you do when my tongue is touching you."

Diana pulled away to rinse out the sponge. The longer Clark talked about sex, Diana knew her mind will drift to it and soon the sex between her legs will react. "Clark, this really isn't the time."

"We should talk about it eventually. It's the elephant in the room."

"No, we won't." Diana placed the wet sponge on the shower caddy and reach for a new one. She was going to use it to clean herself when Clark took the sponge from her. "What are you doing?"

"My turn." Clark was grinning. "You clean your body. I'll clean mine."

Diana snatched the sponge from him. "I can clean your body just fine."

"As fine as you took care of that morning wood?"

Growling, Diana shoved the sponge in his hands. "Just get it over with."

Dosing soap on the sponge, Clark got a good lather and begin cleaning his body. "It's a natural feeling, Diana. Now you know how it feels for me in those moments and I have an understanding of how you feel." He rubbed the sponge gently over the muscles of his chest. He noticed Diana shuddering. "You don't have to be tough with me, Diana. I know what you're going through. It's awkward as hell for me, too. I want to hold you. I want to kiss you but I can't because it'll be like I'm kissing myself." He used Diana's hand to touch his face the same way Diana would. "However, it can be beneficial to us when it's over."

"How so?" Diana hated hearing Clark's raspy voice come from her. Both knew what that meant. She was fighting getting aroused in his body and failing.

"We already know how to please each other but now we have firsthand experience on what we like; what we feel when we touch each other. It'll be even better."

Diana felt the tightness between her legs. Dammit! She turned away from Clark. Panicking she grabbed the shower hose, turned the water to cold and pointed between her legs.

Clark look at her wryly. "You know that hardly works with human men. What affect do you think that will have on a body that can swim in the Arctic?"

"Shut it," she warned him. Diana leaned her head against the shower tile, murmuring something in Themysciran. Suddenly she felt her own hand wrap around her new appendage. Diana gasped feeling Clark stroke her. "It's okay," he whispered moving his hand in slow strokes. "Do you want me to take care of it?" His finger caressed the head and Diana gasped. "I have some experience in this."

Diana's eyes closed at the sensation. It did feel good. But no. It couldn't happen. She couldn't let him do this.

Diana slapped the hand away. "No. I can handle it. Just give me a moment to get it under control." Diana spoke an incantation in Themysciran. She repeated it over and over. Clark watched fascinated as Diana's erection slowly went down.

"How did you do that?"

"Amazons have many techniques where we can master our mind over our body." Her eyes suddenly met Clark's. "I know what you're thinking."

"I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking, 'Why didn't you do this when you woke up?'"

She knew him so well.

"I panicked when I woke up," Diana said turning off the water. "I forgot and submitted to baser responses to bodily reactions." Diana stepped out of the shower. She grabbed two towels. "I'm good now. I can do this. I can impersonate you and any man. I'm an Amazon after all. I can do anything." After drying off, Diana wrapped the towel around her chest and Clark wrapped his around his waist. She grabbed her brush and caught her and Clark's appearance in her bathroom mirror.

Diana held a brush in her hand expecting to brush her long hair as she often did in the morning but realized she was a woman in a man's body with short hair wearing a towel wrapped around her masculine muscled chest while Clark wore his towel around his now slim and curvy waist. He rubbed his smooth chin realizing he didn't need a shave this morning but she did. They looked at each other and broke into laughter.

"Okay," Diana conceded as her laughing subsided. "Maybe I do need a crash course on being Clark Kent and a man." She rubbed her fuzzy chin. "I need a shave."

Clark chuckled as he stood behind Diana. "Yep. Let's practice deflecting your heat vision off the mirror and on your fuzzy face."


Clark and Diana took the subway to the Daily Planet. Clark hated the attention he drew. He was used to blending in a crowd. Not today. Diana's body attracted a lot of attention no matter what she wore. With Diana in his body, she blended in with everyone dressed in his jeans and a plaid shirt with his Superman T-shirt underneath. Clark wore a navy pantsuit with a red blouse concealing Diana's Amazon bracers, suit and boots. He argued vehemently against wearing a dress even as Diana explained it would be easier to change out of if Wonder Woman was needed. In the purse slung over his shoulder, he kept Diana's tiara and lasso.

Even though there were men who offered Clark his seat on the train, Clark declined. After five stops, Clark regretted that decision for two reasons. 1. Damn heels. 2. When the train pulled away or slowed to a stop, some men would deliberately press their chest or crotch against Clark's back. When Clark gave the men a shove and a deadly glare, the men would apologize blaming the train before striking up a conversation. Clark rejected their advances while noticing Diana smirking at him. She took pleasure in his suffering. So far, no one outright grabbed Clark's butt or breasts.

There would have been blood.

Clark was glad when the train pulled up to the station near the Daily Planet. He nearly jumped off the train onto the platform. "And you wanted me to wear a dress?" Clark groaned as he and Diana walked up the steps to exit the station. "Can you imagine how crazy that would've been on that train?"

Diana linked her arm around Clark's. "Welcome to the other side." They only had to walk a block before they stood in front of Clark's former employment building. "Here we are. Ready?"

"If I didn't have to show you inside the building, I would wait out here. People may be shock I have a girlfriend but walking in with a beauty like you, they'll be dumbfounded how I pulled that off."

Diana chuckled. "You're the beauty, Clark. Not me."

Clark sighed. He kept forgetting that. "Let's get it over with."

Diana and Clark entered the lobby of the Daily Planet and sure enough heads turned at the woman accompanying Clark Kent. They approached the security guy at the desk who sat gaping at the beautiful woman on Clark Kent's arm.

Diana smiled at the security guy but he was clearly looking at Clark. Diana hid a chuckle as she said. "Good Morning, Sam."

Sam turned his attention to Diana. "Hi, Clark. Who's the beauty?"

"This is my girlfriend, Diana Prince. Diana," Diana smirked at Clark, "this is Sam. He works security here."

Clark smiled at Sam. "Hello, Sam."

"Girlfriend?" Sam eyeballed Clark stunned. "Wow. Where did you meet this beauty, Clark?"

"In Metropolis," Diana answered. "We met during an attack on the city." Sam continued to stare at Clark who appeared uncomfortable at the old man leering. "Sam, we'll need two guest badges for myself and Diana."

Sam handed Clark and Diana a clipboard to sign while he rummaged his desk for the guest badges. "Gonna show off the lady in front of your former coworkers?" Sam grinned. "I don't blame you. After the rude gossip about you, I don't blame you."

"Rude gossip?" Diana questioned as she signed Clark's name. "What do you mean?"

"Um, Diana," Clark interrupted. "There's no need to ask about that. Remember. You don't work here anymore. Who cares what others think?"

"You know the usual," Sam wouldn't stop talking. "People here thought you were asexual or a geek who can't get a date unless it was online and she lived too far to meet you." Sam eyed Clark envious his friend got himself a beautiful lady. "It's amazing, Miss Prince but you would not believe how some people around here would gossip about Clark's personal life because he never talked about it when they needed to focus on their screwed up life."

Clark laughed nervously as he glanced at the annoyance rising on Diana's face. "Well, you know people. They're not happy with their lives so they gotta talk about others to make themselves feel better."

Sam nodded as he took the clipboard away. "Ain't that the truth? With you on Clark's arm, they'll feel even more miserable about their lives. Serves them right." He handed Clark and Diana their badges.

"Come on, Clark," Clark said as he slipped on his badge. "We should go. Don't want you late for your meeting with Perry White."

"Right," Diana said. "It was nice meeting you, Sam."

Sam watched Clark and Diana disappear in the elevator. "Nice meeting me?" he frowned. "Clark acts as if we just met." The oddness was erased as he caught Diana's retreating posterior and whistled. "How did Clark get so lucky?"

Clark leaned against the wall as the elevator climbed up floor after floor. "That wasn't too bad."

"Why would you tease Perry White in coming back to a workplace where you're not respected?" Diana asked. "I never knew you worked with insecure and rude people."

"Don't worry about them. I don't." Slowly bells ding as they passed a new floor. The closer they got to the floor of the newsroom, the nervous Clark got. "Almost there."

"Don't slouch," Diana scold him. "I never slouch."

Clark looked at her. "You need to slouch. Clark Kent is a couple inches shorter than Superman. Don't walk with confidence like you did in the lobby," Clark reminded her. If Sam wasn't so shock seeing him in Diana's body, he may have noticed. The bell ding and the elevator doors opened. Clark exhaled. "Here goes."

Diana walked out first, slouching but with arms link with Clark's. The stares and murmurs came immediately.

"Who's the hottie with Kent?"

"Damn! Talk about outshooting your coverage!"

"Did he pay her?"

Diana paused in her step. She placed a hand on her temple and closed her eyes. So many voices and sounds. This happened when they left Clark's apartment building. She practiced with Clark on tuning out the sounds her sharper ears heard. This actually humbled her when she thought she could impersonate Clark fluidly. She could hear Clark whispering to her, helping her tune the voices out.

When she opened her eyes, she found her own staring in sympathy. "I'm fine," Diana assured Clark. "Still getting used to this body."

How Clark wanted to embrace her now.

"Clark!" a voice shouted from behind them.

"It's Jimmy," Clark whispered.

Diana heard of the redhead but never met him. She did know he was one Clark considered a friend. "Hello, Jimmy."

The famous photographer gave Diana a quick hug. "Clark, what are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming in."

"I'm here to meet with Perry White," Diana explained.

"Oh," Realization dawned on him. "Still trying to get you to come back here." He noticed the woman beside his friend. "Who's the lovely lady, Clark?"

Clark nearly grimaced but Diana elbowed him to keep smiling. "My girlfriend. Diana Prince, this is Jimmy Olsen."

Clark shook Jimmy's hand. "Nice to meet you. Clark has told me a lot about you."

"He didn't tell me anything about you." Jimmy looked at Diana. "How come you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend, Clark? Is she why you shot down every girl I tried to hook you up with?"

"Did he…." Diana began slyly. "I mean, of course."

Jimmy looked Clark over. The pantsuit and bun couldn't hide Diana Prince's hotness. "Diana, I gotta ask. Are you the woman who put my buddy in the friend zone while you dated some blonde dickhead? You finally dropped him and noticed my buddy, right?"

"What?!" Diana exclaimed.

"I never called him a blonde dickhead!" Clark rushed out. He mentally cursed his outburst. "I mean, Clark never called my ex a blonde dickhead."

"Right," Diana said tersely. "I would never call my girlfriend's ex a blonde dickhead. Would I, Diana?"

Where was Cyborg to call him for an emergency? Clark could use one right now.

"True," Jimmy slung an arm over Diana's shoulder. "You didn't call him a dickhead." He grinned at Clark. "Diana, I'm the one who called him a dickhead. Clark called him a blonde jackass who didn't appreciate and understand you." He chuckled. "Guess you saw that, too, otherwise you wouldn't have dumped him and got with my pal, Clark."

Clark forced a smile while nervously rubbing his ear, hoping Cyborg chimed in with an emergency. Diana's eyes flickered red behind her glasses. "How right you are, Jimmy." Oh, boy. When he and Diana are alone…. "Darling," he said to Diana, "shouldn't you meet with Mr. White now? We're on a tight schedule."

"Of course." Diana pulled herself from Jimmy's grasp. The look she sent Clark let him know they will discuss this later. "I seem to have forgotten where Perry White's office is."

Jimmy laughed, "You were always so forgetful, Clark." Jimmy pointed Diana in the direction of Perry's office. As Diana walked off to Perry's office, Clark exhaled. First Sam and now Jimmy. Could it get any worse?

"Smallville, is that you?"

Oh, hell no.

Clark winced as he and Jimmy noticed Diana kept walking, ignoring the nickname given to him by Lois Lane.

"Hey!" Lois called out insulted she was ignored. "Are you gonna keep walking from me, Smallville?"

Diana did, unaware she was addressed. Clark panicked. "Clark," he called to Diana, "your friend Lois Lane is calling you."

Only then did Diana stop and turned. She noticed Lois Lane approaching and she didn't look happy. Diana only knew her through Clark and seen pictures of her but this was their first meeting. "Smallville?" Diana pointed to herself. "Were you talking to me?"

Clark inwardly groan. He didn't brief Diana on Lois' nickname for him. Not that he was expecting Lois to be in now. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Lois didn't come in until after ten.

Lois laughed. "Who else would I be talking to? You're Smallville." She touched the plaid shirt Diana wore. "Still dressing like a country bumpkin, too. You would think working with Cat Grant you would adopt some style."

"Smallville is the city I come from," Diana said firmly. "My name is Clark Kent and there is nothing wrong with how I'm dressed. I dress what is comfortable for me and not what's fashionable."

A sly grin curved Lois' face. Seems in his time apart, Clark developed a backbone. "It's a nickname. I always call you Smallville."

Funny how Clark didn't tell her that. However, Diana knew nicknames were terms of endearment between friends and family. If Lois called Clark Smallville, did he have a nickname for her? Genuinely curious, Diana asked, "Do I call you Metropolis?"

Lois laughed. "Metropolis? That would be stupid."

"How is that stupid and Smallville isn't?" To Diana, it was a very honest question.

The blunt forwardness of Clark left Lois nonplussed. Nearby Lois noticed the tall, beautiful woman who got Clark's attention. Maybe she was the reason for his strange behavior. Maybe Clark was trying to impress her. "Who's she, Smallville?"

Diana raised an eyebrow. This woman was challenging her; testing to see how far she can push Clark. Diana decided for once Clark will fight back. "Metropolis, meet Diana Prince. My girlfriend."

"Metro…? Wait, this is your girlfriend?!" Even with the glasses and hair in a bun, the woman could be a runway model with that face and body. Still, she looked familiar. Only Lois couldn't recall where. She was normally good at recognizing people. "That blog of yours is making you more successful than I imagine. Did Cat Grant introduce you to her, Small…." Lois caught herself. She smiled sweetly as she corrected herself. "Clark?" Cat Grant ran with rich and famous circles of beautiful people. It had to be how Clark met Diana Prince and she had to be the cause of the change in his behavior.

"Actually," Diana slipped her hand in Clark's. "Diana and I met during an attack on Metropolis."

"Which one?" Lois asked. "There are so many."

"Does it really matter?" Diana asked.

Lois frowned. This Diana Prince had to be the cause of Clark's sudden spunk. He never spoke to her this way before. "Yes," Lois returned not caring for Clark's attitude, "it does. We're close friends after all. So spill. When did you and Diana meet?"

"As I see it," Diana began, "you are a former colleague and not close friend or family. I do not see the need in telling you anything about my personal life. If we were really close, you would know this information already. If you were not seeking this information to satisfy your rude curiosity or add gossip about my personal life you would respectfully not ask something that is not your business."

Jimmy's mouth dropped and Clark slapped a hand on his forehead.

"My, my," Lois drawled as a fine eyebrow raised. Her eyes fell on Clark. "You must have quite the influence over Clark, Diana. He was never like this."

"Miss Lane," Diana said firmly. "No one influences me on how I act towards others but if you are rude to me, I will be rude to you."

Lois gaped at her speechless.

"Clark," Clark interrupted. This was getting out of hand. "Your meeting with Perry White. Remember that thing we have to do?"

"Yes, I should go. We have important matters to focus on once we leave here."

"Go on," Clark encouraged Diana to leave. "I can handle myself with your friends."

Diana turned to leave but spun back to Clark and before she or Clark realized what Diana was doing, kissed Clark fully on the lips. Clark stood shock, eyes wide and body frozen. Should he kiss back? Should he just stand there? Should he panic he was kissing himself? When Diana pulled away, Diana caressed his cheek.

"I shan't be long," Diana said and gesturing to the company watching added, "Don't be a pushover to them."

"Shan't?" Lois repeated as she watch Clark's body walk away from them. "When did Smallville speak like that?"

Jimmy giggled loving the change in his friend. "This is what happens when you get regular action. Way to go, Clark." Jimmy murmured. He looked at Clark's face and said to Lois, "Look at Diana blushing, Lois. I didn't know Clark had that type of swag. It's always the quiet ones."

"I am not blushing!" Clark defended himself but knew he was lying. His cheeks were warm, his breasts were tingling and he knew moisture formed between his legs.

Jimmy held his arm out to Clark. "Diana, while Clark is meeting with Perry White. Perhaps I can show you around."

"Uh, sure." Reluctantly, Clark link his arms around Jimmy's.

"We'll show you around." Lois grabbed Clark's other arm.

"Sure, Lois," Jimmy whispered to Clark, "Don't worry. Lois' bark is worse than her bite."

Jimmy walked Clark around the offices of the Daily Planet, introducing him as Clark Kent's girlfriend, Diana Prince. All were stunned at the idea meek Clark Kent landed a beautiful woman like Diana Prince. Many questioned how Clark and Diana met, some thought they were being pranked until they finally accepted the truth. Clark expected this reaction but he was also slightly annoyed. It left him questioning why he tease Perry White in coming back when he's happier not working for the Daily Planet.

In the breakroom, Clark prepared a cup of coffee listening to Jimmy share how he and Clark were good friends. Jimmy embellished much to Clark's surprised. They were friends. Not best friends but there was no need for Jimmy to exaggerate as he was doing now. Clark contemplate calling Jimmy out on some of his white lies when Steve Lombard entered the room.

"Hello, Beautiful! Where have you been all my life?"

Clark rolled his eyes. Steve Lombard. Not a day went by where he didn't flirt with Lois.

"Really, Steve?" Lois said sarcastically. "Your pickup lines to me gets lamer by the day."

"I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the sexy lady by Olsen."

Horrified! That's how Clark felt watching Steve Lombard strut towards him. Oh, hell. He pointed to himself. "Are you talking to me?"

"I don't see any other beautiful woman here."

"Excuse me?" Lois protested.

Steve waved Lois off. "Last I check you have a boyfriend, Lane." Turning back to Clark, he said, "You must be new here." He winked and held out his hand for Clark to shake. "Steve Lombard. Lead Sports Reporter for the Daily Planet." When Clark didn't take his extended hand, Steve took Clark's and kissed it. "New here? I've never seen you before."

Clark yanked his hand away and rubbed the kiss off the backside of his pants. "No. I'm here with my boyfriend, Clark Kent." Clark hoped that would get Steve moving along. "He's visiting with Perry White."

Clark stepped away from the counter, meaning to sit with Lois but Steve blocked Clark's moment leaving him stuck at the counter. "You're Kent's woman?" Steve Lombard gaped at Clark before recovering with loud, raucous laughter. "Didn't know he had one. Didn't know he had any game to get one." Steve swept his eyes over Clark, undressing his feminine body with his eyes. "How did Kent get a gorgeous woman like you?"

"Just lucky I guess."

"Can't be a good boyfriend to leave a beauty like yourself alone." Steve puffed out his chest. Clark refrained himself from rolling his eyes.

"He knows I can handle myself and I'm not alone," Clark gestured to Lois and Jimmy in the room.

Steve settled his arm around Clark's slim waist. "Diana, Clark isn't the man for you. He runs at the first sign of trouble. Every time there's an attack on Metropolis, Clark is the first one to disappear. A beautiful woman like you should be on the arms of a handsome guy like me who can protect you."

"Protect?" Lois scoffed. "Last time there was an attack, you hid in a utility closet."

Clark broke from Steve's grasp. "Clark knows I can handle myself and he will never abandon me."

Steve put his arm around Clark again. "Babe, I know Kent. He's not your type. You're better off with a strong, handsome guy like me who knows how to handle a sexy lady like you in the bedroom." He leaned over and whispered. "My cock is ten inches and too thick to wrap your pretty hand around. Drop the wimp and I'll show you a good time." Steve's hand slipped down to give Clark's butt a firm squeeze. "What a tight ass. Wouldn't mind riding it later."

Clark grabbed Steve's hand and squeezed until he heard bones pop. He grabbed Steve's arm and tossed him over a table, breaking the cheap furniture on Steve's back.

Jimmy's mouth dropped while Lois grinned. She didn't like Clark's new attitude but she liked his girlfriend.


Diana found Perry White to be gruff but kind in an Ed Asner kind of way. She let Perry White ramble on about the weather, Metropolis in general with Diana adding a few words along the way. Once small talk got out of the way, Perry moved on to the business at hand.

Perry had Clark and Cat Grant's blog on his computer. As he scrolled through the website, he commented. "You're a former employee but I like to keep up on what you're doing. Your blog with Cat Grant continues to do well."

"Yes. It was rocky at first, but Cat Grant and I couldn't be prouder of our work. Cat's entertainment stories are very good. She's gotten a lot of exclusive interviews from local and national celebrities."

"Cat Grant's stories aren't the reason for your blog success. It was your interview with Wonder Woman that got the world noticing. No one has been able to land an interview with Wonder Woman since her arrival five years ago. It's a feat no one has accomplished since."

Diana knew that. After all it was her idea. She and Clark started dating when Clark mentioned his quitting the Daily Planet. His blogs were only getting hits from people who read the Daily Planet and followed Clark and Cat to their blog. Clark wasn't concerned since he knew the blog would pick up as soon as a big Superman story hit the news. He was concerned about Cat Grant who quit her job and was financially putting everything in the blog because she believed in him and his big speech when he quit.

Diana suggested Clark interview her. Clark resisted but eventually relented. Overnight the blog was a success. Many news organizations linked up to Clark and Cat's blog. Cat even secured a regular spot on a national entertainment show roundtable thanks to the website.

Diana only said, "I was at the right place at the right time."

"Yes, you seem to do that a lot, Kent, especially when you worked for me." Perry leaned back in his chair and lit up his cigar. "Besides Lois, you secured a lot of stories on Superman and the Justice League. It's why this paper needs you and why I won't stop trying to get you back."

"Mr. White…."

"I know Morgan Edge was the reason you left but ever since Lois' exposed him and the board of directors ousted him, there's no reason why you can't come back."

Diana knew what to say. She saw the lifted burden from Clark on not having a double identity. "I would, Mr. White, but writing this blog has given me a lot of freedom. I make my own hours. I'm not under pressure for any deadlines. I don't have to attend staff meetings." Perry frowned. "No offense, Sir."

"Kent, I've never been a man who couldn't negotiate. I can match what you're making on that blog. You can work from home. We can have meetings online." He put down his cigar. "I know your blogs give you freedom but don't you miss the social aspect of working here? Don't you miss Lois and Jimmy? Honestly, it was a surprise to see Cat Grant working with you on this blog. You two seem to be on opposite ends of the spectrum."

"Yes, sir, but I think that's why Cat Grant and I work so well." Diana didn't improvised that one. She met Cat Grant at a party. Too much into the celebrity life for her but behind that was a woman who respected Clark and was passionate about the work they did on their blog. It was ironic Cat wasn't invested in Clark's life. She didn't question how he disappeared at times or why they couldn't meet up to discuss their blog whenever she wanted. Maybe it was due to Clark coming through on his end with a big story she accepted his quirks. Either way, it was a relief to Clark Cat wasn't inquisitive into him and that made Diana happy. "As for Lois and Jimmy, they are my work friends. Not my personal friends."

The blunt answer surprised Perry. He thought Clark considered Lois and Jimmy more than work friends. Of course when there were functions not work related, Clark wasn't around. "I thought you were friends with Lois and Jimmy outside of work. There were times it seem they were your only friends."

"They were my friends at the Daily Planet but that doesn't mean I don't have friends outside this place. I do. It's not your business who they are."

Perry took Clark's sharp tone in stride. He liked it. The young man had spunk. He had potential to be a great reporter. "Sorry. You were so secretive one could never tell. Keeping work and private life separate. I like that. I respect that. You have your head on straight more than others. It's why I keep asking you to come back. It's why I always will because the Daily Planet needs you."

A loud explosion outside halted the conversation. Perry rose from his seat and went to his window. "What in Sam Hill was that?" From his view, Perry could see smoke billowing from a building miles away. "That's a story right there, Kent. If you were home, you wouldn't have known about this until some other news organization covered it." He turned to see Clark's seat empty. "Hmm. He usually makes an excuse before leaving."

AN: It's so hard not to go there. You know what I mean. :p