Hi Everyone,

I'm sorry I haven't written in awhile but things have been crazy larely. Not only have I been working overtime at the Planet (and because of that I have no social life) but I am also Maid of Honor for my cousin's upcoming wedding. So between being chained to my desk and running all around Metropolis searching for the perfect wedding dress I barely have time to sleep let alone blog. But I had to write about today.

Now I've lived in Smallville, capital of all strangely inexplainable things so I'm fairly used to weird. I mean it's now apart of my daily routine. Wake up, make coffee, get dressed, go to work, help a couple meteor freaks who can shoot fire out their eyes, I'm used to weird. But this…what happened today was beyond anything I've ever experienced.

I was typing away, putting the finishing touches on my crazy fembot story (which never made to print) when I suddenly hear little feet rushing by. I figure it's probably Harrison's (a reporter on the 6th floor) little boy who loves to visit Smallville when he can.

"Sissy…he's not here" called the tiny voice of a little boy who could not be much older than 3

"Don't worry Jonny" replied the voice of a girl who had to be 8 or 9 "Daddy has to be here"

Now, last time I checked Harrison only had a son…and his name is not Jonny. At least I don't think it's Jonny. I'm not too good with kids or remembering their names. Anyway, it was definitely weird that they would be sniffing around Smallville's desk when I know he doesn't have kids. So I decided to do the only rational thing and figure out why those kids wanted to see Clark.

"Hey Thing 1 and Thing 2" I called over from my desk "Can I help you with something?"

The second those kids saw me they looked like they had just seen the boogeyman. Actually, that's not entirely true. They looked like they knew me. As though they'd known me their whole lives. And to be honest I was slightly scared myself (not so much of the boy) mainly because I knew that girls face. It was determined, teasing, and just plain bossy. I knew in that instant that I was looking at a mini me. She might have been carrying a back-pack instead of a shot-gun, but that was me when I was little. Everything from the sholder length hair with straight bangs to the chewing gum in her mouth just screamed "HI I'M LOIS…LOIS LANE!" All I could do was stare at her and try to make sense of this. But before I could even try my thoughts were immediately interrupted by quite an annoying boy.

"Mommy!" the boy called Johnny screamed and ran towards me.

I swear while he was hugging me all I could think was "Ok…where's the punch line?". I'm not a mother! I can barely take care of myself let alone a kid. Hell…I have a hard time being a big sister. Can't even look after her properly without her disappearing somewhere.

I was about over my initial shock when another call of "Mom" came from the girl. But as much as I wanted to laugh at this kid and say "Yeah right!" but how could I tell a mini me that? That would be like telling Smallville there was no such thing as Santa Clause…it would break their little hearts.

"Mommy…thank goodness we found you" Johnny said as he nuzzled his head close to my breast "this place is not like home at all mommy…not like home at all. Mommy can we please go home?"

"Mommy?" questioned the all too familiar voice of-

"Smallville" I nearly shouted "Thank God. Help me!"

Of course being Smallville he chuckled as he saw me. Probably looked completely confused, scared, and frazzled as I pulled the lovely duo away from we and briskly walked toward him. Not something I ever enjoy being. And lucky for me that particular combo is in rare occurance.

"So who's kids did you steal today?" he jokingly questioned knowing it would hit a nerve

"She didn't steal us!" Johnny started to say "We're-"

"Hungry!" cried the girl suddenly "Both Johnny and I haven't eaten in hours. Is there someplace where we can eat"

As I saw a weak helpless intern walk by with a doughnut I screamed "Hey you what'serface. Lend a doughnut to someone who actually needs it"

"Lois do you always have to do that?" Smallville questioned

"Hey…it's not for me this time okay?" I retored and then handed the lovely maple glazed doughnut to the girl "Here short stack…a maple doughnut. I don't know about you but personally they're my-"

"Favorite" the girl completed before she took a huge bite of the doughnut "I know"

How did she know that? How could she possibly know that I was a Maple doughnut munchie? It made no sense and was driving me crazy so I asked the most basic and simple question out there.

"Where are your parents?"

"Oh" she said trying to play it off "Our Mom is around here somewhere. She works here as a reporter"

"Really" I say noting a failry good lair when I see one "What's her name? Because I know pretty much everyone in this building so you just give me her name and I'll help you guys find her"

"Well…I don't think you'd know her…Lois" the girl began "She writes a colomn in the economics section"

"You'd be surprised. I have lunch quite frequently with Andrea Charleston who works up there. And sometimes I go up there to say 'hi'."

To be honest it was one time I went up there. I do still have lunch with Andrea pretty much every Tuesday but she comes down here. Other than her I don't know anyone who writes in the business section. I generally don't need to. But I wasn't gonna be out lied by a little girl no matter how much she looked like me.

And in that moment I knew I had her. The look on her face said it all. She could not think of another lie quick enough. However, she of course didn't want to admit defeat so she did the next best thing. She didn't talk.

"You're lost aren't you?" Smallville finally broke the silence. I have to give credit to Clark…he's got quite a gift with kids. I could see him being a really great father.

"I don't know how we got here" the girl finally admitted "One minute we were back home playing in our barn and the next we're here"

"Wait…where do you live?" I questioned

"SMALLVILLE!" Johnny started laughing

"You both live in Smallville, Kansas?" Clark and I said simultaneously

All the girl could do was nod

"Well, I guess that's an easy fix. Smallville and I could drive you over there. No problem."

"Drive" the girl questioned seemingly confused "Wouldn't it just be faster if Clark flew?"

Now I will never forget the look on Smallville's face as she asked that question. He looked like he had just been kicked in the groin. In excursitating pain and not even expecting it. That's what Smallville's face looked like. Classic.

"Look short-stack" I begin "Smallville has many qualities but flying isn't one of them"

But something had changed in the air now. Smallville was extremely quite. She knew something about him…that he didn't want or expect her to know.

"I have to go POO!" cried a Johnny and suddenly

"Well Lois" Clark chuckled "Isn't that your cue?"

"What just because I'm a woman automatically signs me up as poop checker?"

"Aw yeah"

"How 'bout this…you take Stinky and I'll take short stack"

"No!" the small boy suddenly cried "Mommy please help me"

And as much as I wanted to say 'hell no!'…I knew I couldn't say 'no' to those eyes. Those sweet bluish green eyes. So before I could change my mind I carried him into the ladies room..

And considering I was doing pretty well. Just making sure that Stinky didn't miss the toilet or forget to wipe his butt. It was pretty mundane until Johnny said.

"Clark is not too happy with Sara"

"Sara…who's-" I began but then suddenly "Oh…so that's you're sister's name. How do you know Smallville's mad at her?"

"Because I can hear them…Clark's angry about the flying comment. He doesn't understand how she knew about that…wait a minute." suddenly Jonny was listening very carefully "What does he mean he can't fly?"

"First of all, Jonny humans can't fly-"

"Humans can't but Kryptonians can. Daddy flies with us all the time"

"What's a kryptonian?"

"A person from the planet Krypton. It's a planet light years away from here"

"Wait…Kryptonian? Jonny are you saying that Smallville is from another planet?"

Before the little guy could answer the question I hear

"Lois" called the ever familiar voice of Mr. Possible Alien "is Jonny almost done in there"

"Yeah Smallville he's ready" which was true…as ready as he would be. Though I think I might have put the diaper on backwards.

"Good because if we want to make it home before dark we should leave now"

Now do I really believe that Smallville could be an alien? No…not really. I mean to me Clark's still that dorky farm boy I met four years ago. You can put him in a suit and a tie but the farm boy in red and blue flannel is always there. And I think I will always see him that way.

Anyway, about 10 minutes later the whole motley crew was ready for the hour drive to Smallville Kansas. And surprisingly the kids were not that annoying in the car. I was expecting a whole lot of "are we there yet's" and constant bickering between Thing 1 and Thing 2. However, it was really Smallville and I who were doing the bickering about how much of a granny driver Smallville was. It was somewhere past Charlesten Town, about 30 min away from Smallville, where Sara just blurted…

"You two aren't together" it wasn't a question…it was an observation.

"Me and Smallville…together?" I started to laugh hoping that by laughing no one would sense the hopfullness in my voice "Sorry kiddos but not in this lifetime"

I don't know it was just me…but there was something in Sara's eyes what seemed so sad when I brushed off the mere possibility of Smallville and I being together. For the first time she looked truly scared. I really don't know how to describe her face very well…but it was like for the first time the home she was looking for wouldn't be the one she'd find.

To be honest, which I find myself doing on this blog now more often then not, whenever I'm with Smallville now my heart starts racing and I sometimes swear he can hear it. It's like he knows how much I lov…no no no no! Jesus Lois get your head screwed straight. Just finish the blog already.

After that we arrived at the Kent farm. Both Clark and I asked where in Smallville they lived but neither of us could get a peep out of those chatterboxes. But I really haven't gotten to the weird part yet. So both Clark and I agreed that it would be safest for the kids to stay with him at the farm. He's got the space anyway. So after dinner, while Clark was cleaning the dishes, I was helping the kiddos get ready for bed. And as I was looking through the back pack that Sara had carried with her, trying to see if she might have brought some clothes with her, I found something I don't think I was supposed to see.

Name: Sara Ellanor Martha Lane-Kent

Address: Kent Farm

Smallville, Kansas.

Phone: (316) 295-3808

Now for people who don't know me…this would seem like a bunch a gibberish and not understand at all. However, those of you who do know me know that my mother's name was Ellanor "Ella" for short. That Clark's mother's name is Martha. And that the phone number at the bottom is my cell phone. It looks like two things are certain…Sara and Jonny are my kids and Clark Kent is my husband.

I'll tell you guys more about what's going on...tomorrow. Bye.

L.L.