Born to Fly
By Serena Kenobi
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned Superman, why would I be writing fanfictions?
Author's note: Thank you for all of your positive feedback. I hope you enjoy this next installment.
Nautica7mk: Thank you so much for reading my story, you're a fantastic writer!
Joe King: Yeah, I know, I think Jason heard everything. I mean, he IS Superman's son, after all.
veronique: Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
rscgpx: Thanks!
Speakfire: I know, poor Clark. He'd rather be saving the world. Thank you!
xorie5: Thank you, I quite agree. I'm gonna try and make their upcoming conversations not so rushed. I appreciate it!
vouge09: Thanks, I hope you like this chapter!
Gr33nJ3w3lRain: Yeah, he is, lol.
Beloved of Aragorn: It is hard, there are so many good Clois stories, and it's hard not to get good ideas. Maybe I just shouldn't read any more fics, lol.
katemary77: You're exactly right, I thank you. I'll try to make it more gradual.
ashsilver: Thank you, I'm happy you like Jason!
suzzy: Thanks!
CindyB: Thank you very much!
MrsMosley: So happy you liked the ending!
The Kiss of Death: Thanks, I appreciate it!
jujitsuelf: Thanks, I will!
isis: Thank you!
Angel452: Hm.. we'll see! Hope you like this chapter!
Divamercury: Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. I should do that more in the story. It's always good to get the kid's take on things.
Susi Fervich: No worries, dude, I understood it totally. Thank you! I know, I mean, WHO in their right minds wouldn't recognize Clark with just the glasses? Brandon Routh tried it, but people still recognized him, lol.
Chapter 2- Unsuited
The four of them finally arrived at the restaurant, where they all got out of the car and entered inside. While they were waiting for a table, Jason tugged on his mother's jacket.
"Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom," he declared.
Lois sighed. "Alright, c'mon, it's not safe for you to go by yourself." She took his hand and was about to lead him to the women's bathroom, but he shook his head.
"No, mommy, Mr. Clark can take me," he retorted, and turned to Clark. "Pleeeaase can you take me, Mr. Clark?" he begged.
Clark smiled down at him. "Sure," he said, "If it's alright with your mother." He turned to Lois for approval, and she nodded. Clark led his son towards the bathroom, but surprisingly, Jason steered firmly away from the restroom and walked outside using the back door.
"Jason, what are you doing?" Clark asked, confused. "I thought..."
"I don't really have to go," Jason admitted, "But I wanted to talk to you." Clark sat down beside his son on an empty storage box.
"What about?" he asked gently.
Jason turned to him. "I know who you really are," he said, "You're Superman."
Clark stared at him, shocked into silence. "But, but," he stammered, at a loss for words, "I'm not... I don't know what you're talking about, Jason, I'm not Superman."
"Yes, you are," Jason insisted.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
Jason scrunched up his nose and promptly pulled Clark's shirt open, revealing the 'S' on the Superman suit. "See?" Jason goaded, "I knew it. You're Superman!"
Clark sighed and buttoned his shirt back up; it was just no use. "You're very smart, Jason," he admitted, defeated. "Just don't tell your mother, okay?"
"But she already knows that you're my daddy," Jason piped up, blinking innocently. "Why don't you tell her that you're Mr. Clark, too?"
Clark gaped, wondering if he had heard right. "H-how did you know that I'm your father? Did your mother tell you?"
"No, I heard her whisper it when we were in the hospital, and you were sick."
Father and son stared at one another for a moment.
"Jason," Clark began, "How far away were you when your mother told me that you were my son?"
Jason shrugged, replying, "I don't know. But I can hear a lot of things."
Oh great. He's already getting my powers. Clark shook his head, taking off his glasses. This was very unexpected. Jason knew that he was Superman, and he also knew that he was his father. On top of that, Jason had already begun to develop his powers. It wouldn't be too long before he was flying around the office. And how would he explain that to Perry, or anyone else for that matter?
"Um... Daddy? Are you okay?" He looked up to see Jason staring at him worriedly. Daddy. His own son had called him 'daddy' for the first time. Clark knelt down and pulled his son into a hug.
"I'm fine, son," he said, pulling back. "Now c'mon, let's go back before your mother gets worried about you." He pulled Jason up easily and gave him a piggyback ride back into the restaurant, where they found Lois and Jimmy already at a table.
Lois gave them an amused glance. "You took a long time in there," she remarked, "I hope he wasn't any trouble, Clark." Jason sat down next his mother and Clark.
"I didn't do anything," Jason protested.
"He was fine," Clark interrupted, "Don't worry about it."
Lois smiled at her son and ruffled his hair. "Worry about this little dude? No way," she joked, and grinned at Clark, whose heart rate began to rise.
- - -
After they ate their dinner, Clark and Lois drove Jimmy to his apartment, then headed for Clark's new apartment to drop him off there. Lois had never seen his apartment before, and was curious to see the inside of it.
"Can we see your apartment, Mr. Clark?" Jason begged him as Clark was pulling up to the building.
Clark glanced at Lois. "If you want to," he replied, looking at her for an answer. She nodded, glad that Jason had asked Clark the same question she had wanted to ask him herself.
"Definitely!" Lois answered, "I can't wait to see it." Clark gave her a small smile, and they got out of the car and went up to Clark's new place. Clark opened the door and let them in. It was a clean, comfortable space, with a few pictures, but not much decorations or furnishings. Jason headed for the board games, and Clark followed Lois into the kitchen.
"Like something to drink, Lois?" he asked, opening his refrigerator. She peered over his shoulder, staring into the mostly empty refrigerator. They glanced at each other.
"Well," she replied, "That depends on what you have." Clark grinned sheepishly.
"I haven't had much time to go shopping lately," he said, feeling foolish. "I should probably go tomorrow and get some more stuff."
Lois added, "I can pick up a few things for you, if you want, since I'm going early tomorrow morning before work." She sat down in a chair, folding her legs. Clark shook his head.
"I wouldn't want to ask you to do that for me, Lois," he said, embarrassed, "Really, I'll be fine."
Lois sighed. "Really, Clark, it would make more sense for me to get all the stuff at once instead of you having to make a whole other separate trip later. You can just pay me back when you get the chance. What do you need?" she took out her usual notebook and began writing down a list of things to get."
Clark searched through his cabinets for some coffee or tea. "How about tea?" he asked, showing her the box. When she nodded, he continued, "Um, I'll have some deli meat. Turkey, salami, cheese, and some roast beef. Some more milk would be great, and a few boxes of cake mix." Lois raised her eyebrows at that. "In case Jason ever comes over and wants some," Clark went on, defending himself. Lois grinned and continued writing. "A bag of chips, I don't really care what kind, some butter, a bag of bagels, a pineapple or cantaloupe, if they have fresh ones, and a roasted chicken. I think that's it for now."
"Alrightie then," Lois said, finishing up.
Clark poured the tea and sat down across from her, glancing around distantly. Lois noticed a picture on the table and picked it up.
"Is this you?" she asked, pointing to the younger man who wore the same familiar glasses. Clark nodded.
"Yeah, and that's my mom and dad," he added wistfully. It didn't take a genius to see that he missed them badly.
Lois spoke up, "Where do they live again?"
Clark paused. "My mother lives in Smallville, Kansas." He took in a short breath before continuing, "My father died when I was younger, a while back."
Lois felt sympathetic for him, and put a hand over his. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, Clark, it wasn't my business." Clark shook his head.
"You didn't know, it wasn't your fault," he replied honestly. "Don't worry about it." He then glanced at their hands, which had somehow become intertwined without either of them realizing it.
Lois blushed and slowly took her hand out of his, putting them on her tea mug. "Still, I'm sorry," she apologized, "Curiosity sometimes isn't one of my best traits."
Clark smiled at her gently, causing her to wonder why that face was becoming so darned familiar. "It's okay," he quietly said, "I really don't mind."
Aww, we all love a little mush, right? Hope you liked it.