Title: Survival of the Species
Author: Jedi-Bant
Beta Reader: Jord-El
Rating: Teen
Fandom: Superman
Summery: Not knowing about Jason, and still standing firm about Kal-el not forming any relationships with the humans, Jor-El and Lara take desperate measures to continue the species, whether their son likes it or not.
Warnings: Male and Forced Pregnancy (Not rape)


Chapter 2


Monday morning. Everyone piles out of their homes, on foot or in cars, to head to work after the weekend. The subway overflows and some get left behind, unable to fit into the cramped space. The streets above are packed with those who chose to walk, rather then brave the tight spaces underground, others claiming they needed the exercise, most did. Those who chose to use their cars or taxis, considered insane by many, crawled along at a snail's pace, apart for the occasional burst of speed, which never lasted long.


However they got there though, each person moved towards his or her workplace, ready to start their week, hangover or not.

One of these workplaces though, didn't have a weekend; it continued to work 24/7, pumping out 3 issues a day, morning, noon and evening, to keep the people of Metropolis up-to-date on all things news worthy.

The main floor of the Daily Planet building was where all the reporters wrote their stories and gave them to the chief editor, Perry White. This floor was always alive with people, getting ready for the new issue, always ready to rush over to Mr White's office should he bellow their name across the bullpen. It was a cramped, noising place where only the strong survived, and it never slept, just like the city.


Clark Kent, the bumbling boy scout, was a man who everyone went to when something tedious needed to be done, and who still seemed to be stuck in the 50's. One always knew when he entered the room, either from the sound of him knocking things off desks and apologising, or from Jimmy's rush to grab his 3000 camera and put it around his neck or in a draw. Although his large friend always seemed to catch the falling objects, Jimmy wasn't going to take that chance.

"Morning Lois," Clark said as the brunette rushed past him, barely noticing her former partner.

"Hey Mr Kent," Jimmy greeted, pulling his attention back to the present.

"Good morning Jimmy. How was your weekend," Clark turned towards his friend just as he went back to his work.

"Oh it was great; Emily and I went to see Cats."

"Swell, I quite enjoyed Cats, although I haven't seen it in years."

"Yeah, its great isn't it-oh Mr Kent, what happened," Jimmy almost shouted when he turned back to his friend.

"Well, I spent most of the weekend…" Clark started but Jimmy interrupted.

"No Mr Kent, your face."

Lois came up behind them after hearing Jimmy's exclamation.

"Ooh, quite the shiner you've got there, Clark."

"What," he automatically brought his hand up to his face, touching his eye, "Ow," he quickly pulled his fingers away, almost knocking his glasses off in the process, he seemed overly surprised at the pain.

"Well, don't poke it; it looks new, Jimmy go get Clark some ice."

Jimmy rushed off to do as he was told.

"So how'd you manage that?" Lois asked.

Now had Lois known Clark's other identity, then he could have told her that a mugger had managed to hit him in the face with the empty gun he had been threatening his victim with. The gun had bent, but he had to admit that it had hurt, nowhere near as much as it would have hurt someone else. By his standards it had hurt, but he hadn't thought anything of it at the time.

"Well Lois, I'm really not sure, it may have been when I walked into the side of the door this morning," Clark said, pushing his glasses back up his nose, wincing as it pushed the bruise.

Lois rolled her eyes and took the ice pack in a tea towel that Jimmy had brought back. She yanked Clark's glasses off and pushed the cold object against, completely missing the brief panicked expression that the action caused. Jimmy noticed but dismissed it as a reaction to Lois's hands' fast movement towards his face.

"Keep that on and you'll be fine, hopefully it won't come out any more, and it'll disappear in a few days." Lois started to move away.

"Thanks Lois," Clark said after her.

"Lois, Kent! Get in here," Almost everyone had looked up to make sure that it wasn't them being called, but just as quickly everyone was working again. That was the way you had to work under Perry White, if you missed your call he could get scary very quickly, but if you didn't get back to work fast enough…

Lois rushed to her desk to grab her notepad then just as quickly entered the office. Clark also went to his desk to dump his brief case then also with a notebook moved to the office, although he hit even more objects as he went without his glasses on.

"Kent!" Perry yelled again annoyed, only to find Clark right in front of him, "oh, hurry up and get in here," Perry snapped recovering quickly.

"Sorry Mr White." He rushed into the room, upsetting a chair as he moved to sit.

"Right Lois, Superman was spotted today, I want you to find out where he has been the last few days, why didn't he help with the fire one 23rd street yesterday?"

"There was a fire?" Clark asked, removing the ice pack from his face, before realising and quickly moving it back.

Both ignored him, they were use to Clark occasionally being ignorant to the latest news after the weekend.

"But chief…"

"No buts, you seem to be the only reporter that Superman talks to and I want to use that to our advantage, three things sell papers…"
"Sex, Tragedy and Superman," Lois finished over him.

"Exactly. Now Kent, I want you to go down to 23rd and check out the damage. How much is it going to cost to rebuild, where are the residents staying till then, see what they think of Superman's absence. Then go to the fire department, the same question. What are you waiting for an invitation? Out."

"Sure chief," Lois said as she moved out the door followed closely by Clark.

"And don't call me Chief."


Before leaving the Planet, Clark made a quick detour to the bathroom.

Lois was right, it was quite a shiner, and the line of bruising on either side, helped with his 'I walked into a door' excuse, if he had his head on a side when he did it. It really shouldn't have been that much of a worry, he wasn't vain, but it was disconcerting in two ways. One, it meant that he would need something to cover it while he was Superman, it wouldn't do for them both to have a black eye, on the same eye, in the same shape, at the same time, not to mention the other reason, Superman didn't bruise.

He could only conclude that it was something to do with what his parents had done to him. He had been so angry with them that he hadn't stayed after he woke up from the deep sleep they put him in to find out exactly what to expect, so the vulnerability could be a side effect. Whether he liked it or not he would need to go back to the fortress soon to find out exactly what they did and what to expect, although he would wait till he was sure he wouldn't destroy the fortress in the process.