Chapter 2

Seven years ago, Risorsa- Mediterranean Island Nation

A beautiful group of islands that the Spanish gave Independence during the Post World War reconstruction era. The island as it's name goes, is rich with untapped resources. Greek styled temple ruins, deep forest covers, towering cities and developing towns. Yet the blood of thousands stained the beautiful picture. A totalitarian government, lead by the General who overthrew the democratic government.

"This way please." The Spanish accented voice of their guide said as they entered their star hotel's lobby. "Señor Kent, your room is in the seventh floor. Have a happy night. Tomorrow we explore southern part of beautiful Risorsa." Clark gave a polite nod and took the offered key. He gave a wave to his fellow journalists and walked towards the elevator, his ears picking on the same words spoken to each of the other Journalists. This was his third day in the Mediterranean isle and nothing about the island was beautiful.

His movements were quick and sharp. Every stop made was less than a fraction of a second. His prime objective was not to get caught. He wasn't part of any government or any organization. Well not exactly, he was part of the group of journalists who were allowed into the dictatorial isle that was in the process of making nuclear weapons. And his partner wanted their online media company to get the break it deserves. Which brings him to the current situation. Over a dozen military core systems were fried permanently. Several ammunition depots razed to the ground.

Earlier that day he was shown a simulated smart town where people were fat, Star Bucks like shops and happy-happy environment. They showed over a dozen like those before flying over a destroyed village. They claimed it was the rebels. The other journalists were skeptical but without having an up-close view, they were unsure as to what to write. But he wasn't like them. One look and he saw the rotting human flesh hid by large palm leaves. The cries from the roofed buildings that still had women in them. His sight showed him the men who wore the same uniform as their guide rape them.

When he was returned to his five star prison in the tallest building along with the other's, he made his decision. It was the spur of a moment. He moved beyond the focus of a camera. And he was now headed to the military holding facility where he heard the cries of women and children. Like an assassin he took apart the soldiers one by one until he reached the Cell area where the women were kept for questioning.

They huddled and fell back when he walked down. The surveillance systems permanently shut down. "Easy there." He spoke in fluent Spanish. "I am a friend. I have come to get you out." Some faces showed hope. "All of you want to go home don't you?"

"My home was burned. My family was killed."

"I know you have suffered but if you all give up, then more people will suffer." He let his words sink for a few seconds."We don't have much time. I want you all to follow me. Are there any injured?" He asked in haste as he opened the prisons with the key he took from the knocked out guard. Apart from minor injuries, the women were unharmed. But a day later, they would have lost everything. The men were much easier to convince. He ushered them all to the transport area. "Does anyone know how to drive?" A few men stepped in front. "I need five of you to take those five trucks. It's loaded with food and weapons." He then proceeded to move the women and remaining men into the armored truck. "And I need one of you to take them."

"Where to señor?" One of the men asked.

Clark pulled out a map. "You must head north. There is a Rebel village. The route is marked." He handed them all the maps. "Be safe." And he ran off into a corner and disappeared. He followed them till they reached the camp safely. He watched the rebels surrounding them before letting out a cheer at the sight of people and weapons delivered.

An accented English voice came from behind. "So I find the unnamed savior." His breath caught in his throat and he turned around in shock.

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The air was warm and the winds steady. The corn fields were all green and tall, with the summer just left behind. Harvest would be in a couple of months and the town remained as calm as ever. The coach from the city stopped in front of the bus bay, leaving two behind. Clark had two of the heavier baggages in either hands with his brown coat folded in his arm. His top button was undone and his tie pulled down and his thick frames were on. "I could use some peace. The airplane engine's still ringing in my ears." He let out a tired sigh. There was no sun, as it was blocked by thick milky white clouds but the environment was really bright.

"Well I'm rested." Diana beamed at her husband a pearly white smile. She had a large yellow sun hat with a ribbon and large dark brown shades, her hair left freely. She wore a belted ragged denim dress that reached till her mid thigh and brown knee high leather boots. Clark groaned at her smile, unable to not notice the way her lips stretched, the fullness in them, her pretty nose, lean cheeks. Moreover, the way she said that.

The corn fields belonging to the Kents were on either side of the dry dirt road leading up to the farm. There was a light golden hue for the maturing crops and light fragrance but the man with all the senses to enjoy them all had those senses focused on a few other things; the curves of her back that were hugged by the cloth, her wide hips and the suggestive way she walked for him. He wasn't going to use his vision even if she gave permission. Not that he was bored but nudity is something he reserved for personal time and he didn't want a super boner.

"Tsk!" She clicked her tongue lightly as she dropped her purse just as Clark began to climb up the five stairs of his parents' house. He was greeted to the sight of her bubble butt pushing up as she bent over and the bottom of her dress riding up a little. His eyes flashed red momentarily. He didn't know if she did it on purpose or was genuinely a slip of hand, either way, she got herself a reaction from him.

"Kal, where-" She felt herself get yanked by her elbow and pressed firmly against the wooden wall next to the bell switch. His knee was between her legs and one hand on her hip, sinking into her flesh while the other held her neck as he devoured her supple lips.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Kal...you know I will never deny you." She grounded her hips further into him. "And the risk of getting caught is exciting."

The door opened just in time to see Diana straightening Clark's tie. "A woman in her early fifties stepped out. Martha Kent, the mother of the most powerful man not known by anyone yet. The reason for the young man to never think he should take a career of tyranny. And the only other woman who can make him do her biddings. She gave a great smile, her light wrinkles stretched a little as she gave Diana a warm hug. The Amazon gave a big happy smile and returned the hug, careful not to crush the shorter woman.

"Ma, you look great." Diana pulled back and stared her observation as she held her in her hands. "You leveled your hair at the end?" She enquired happily.

"Yep. It just keeps on getting tangled and breaks. And Jon's been complaining about eating hair." She said as she gave her daughter-in-law a kiss on the cheek. "You look great sweety. "Hope he was gentleman." She gave a teasing tone.

"Ma..." Clark groaned in annoyance. "I am standing right over here."

"Oh I know Clark, I can smell your cologne on her. Boy you two sure are still in that honeymoon phase!" She laughed at the embarrassment evident in their reddening faces. "Clark, your Pa has been in the tractor shed for the past thirty six hours. Tell him if he doesn't show his sorry bum back in the house in five minutes, I am getting a divorce and you can call old Bessy your new ma." Her face had a frown as she lead them inside.

They walked inside; the living was not as simple as one would think in a small town house. Well, an Amazon and a Kryptonian aren't either, but the state of the house presently represents Diana's decorative mind. The couch was left alone as the men of the house seemed to hold on to that. The floor was polished and carpeted and although decorations were minimum minimum, it brought some Grecian paintings, wases, a fully air-conditioned and well lit room. Diana made it her personal duty to make sure her in laws whom she considered her own to be kept comfortable to the limit she was allowed by them. She would have demolished the house and constructed a great villa here, but the occupants were adamant they keep this house as it was.

"Bessy's still acting up? Must be the radiator..." Clark sighed as he floated up the stairs with their baggage and placed it inside their bed room. The room was the definition of sterility in one half and home in the other. For an outsider, they may see Diana as the rich sophisticated one, but in truth, the logical alien was the one. Everything on his desk, wardrobe and even his chair was placed in geometric patterns that only people who live with them can notice. Every day it would look like the things on his side never moved, yet they remained clean rather than dusted. Diana's side was much more human, her desk although not cluttered, wasn't exactly geometric, she had a few books scattered and few expired club tickets and formal invitations. Their walls only had a few pictures. One being them five years back in a Caribbean beach with her being carried by him on the back and a few more like that over the years. None of their photos showed any signs of aging.

He closed the door behind him and left for the tractor shed behind the house. As spoken, the shed was open and the tractor nicknamed Bessy had her hood open and a bulb lit. A man in jeans and a white undershirt that was stained with rust and greese had his upper body deep inside and his feet planted firmly on the stool at the side.

"Hey Pa, how's she doing?" Clark stood on the other side. He gave a quick scan of both Bessy and Jonathan. Both engines were in need of help. Well the tractors need it sooner.

"I know. Don't say it. I cheated on your mom's salads with Sam's cheese burgers." The man admitted as he pulled up his upper body. A man of fifty, Jonathan was pretty fit looking. He lacked the pot belly most of the town's men of his age had and although growing bald and growing wrinkles, his face had that bright charm with that tanned skin. A hard worker from a young age, Jonathan dropped a career in Mechanical engineering to do farming. Especially when back in the days of his youth the automobile industry was booming.

"Well...guess she already found out." Clark chuckled nervously.

"Yea, been in the couch ever since." His eyes and shoulder dropped.

"She said you should go back." A smile lit on Jonathan's face.

"Well I knew her resistance can only last-" He didn't finish.

"Pa!" Clark glared sharply at the man.

"What? Your mom's a beautiful lady." The old man defended.

"Well I don't really want to know what she resisted this long either." Clark continued to glare.

"Ah ok...so hows my daughter doing? You haven't made her upset or anything, have you?" There was a light tightening of the wrench in his hand that Clark heard. He smiled at his father's protective antics. They adored his wife as their own child from the moment they met her all those years ago. That only increased to protective love when they realised who she was and her background.

"You know I won't, Pa." Clark protested lightheadedly. "God I feel like you gave your daughter's hand to me and not the other way around."

"Just wanted to remind you."

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"Diana, yesterday your secretary called. She said you have some files to clear for your sales on uh... Manchurian painting I guess. You better call her soon." Martha recalled the prior day's message.

"Oh? Well I'll be sure to do that. So Ma, how has things been?" She asked as she followed the older woman into the kitchen, briefly stopping to hook her hat on the coat rack that had Jonathan's jacket.

"Well you know, it's been a normal month and half...Jon and I've been trying to keep the crows and teenagers out of the fields." She said and extended a mug of coffee that the Amazon accepted with her dazzling(normal for her) smile. "Mrs. Larson's son brought the beans from Brazil. They are really good."

After a sip, she gave a pout. "Ma, how could you? When I said I will arrange for Brazilian coffee be stocked up every month, you said no, but you accept it from them?"

"Now you look here Missy, you been pushing me around with your sweet words and innocent eyes. No more. You guilt tripped me into renovating this house!" Martha exclaimed in mock anger.

"Diana, I don't think we want to change all this. We can't accept all this expensive-"

"So you think of me as an outsider still? Yes..." Her red full lips trembled. "I know... I'm sorry...I understand...I just thought since...you told me to see you as my own mother..."

"No it's not that sweety!" Martha hugged her. "It's just I don't want you to spend too-" She made the mistake of looking into those glistening blue pools. "You know what, it's about time this house went through some renovations!"

Diana giggled at the memory of getting her way with the Kent matriarch. Martha herself let a smile. She always wanted a daughter, of course she loved Clark more than anything, but when she and her husband were into serious dating back in the day, she wanted another girl, with all her siblings being males. And the thought of them ganging up on Jonathan was just too fun to pass.

"So when are you headed back to the big city?" Martha asked, a small frown came to her face.

Diana placed her empty mug down and gave a small smile. "Well we will have to make an appearance there for a gala on the purchase of historic monument by the Government. After that, we will fly over to the North Pole to see to the completion of our Fortress. It's been a month and half, and according to the crystals, it should be finished within two months of initiation." Diana spoke calculating.

Martha let out a tired sigh. "You two and your numbers. It would be great if you add a few grand babies to your list." Too soon did she focus on getting the mugs to the sink to notice Diana's eyes fall.

"I have some unpacking to do." She mustered her voice to not break and flew up the stairs.

Her heart wrenched and her eyes misted, but she didn't cry. Closing the door she turned around to be caught in the warm embrace of her husband. Her knees went week and tears fell free. "Shhh...It's ok...we didn't tell them...they didn't know...don't be angry..."

"I am not. I am disappointed. At my inability..." Once again, Clark happily showed her how much she meant to him to soothe her and to make her overcome the pain.

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"Washington's been busy..." Clark said as he cancelled out the voices. He squinted his eyes and massaged his forehead with one hand.

"Elizabeth has been in a really tight spot for the past month and half. There were a few dozen sponsors and a few rare purchase of artifacts saved from the black-market." Diana sipped her coffee and adjusted her frames before sliding the tablet's page up.

They were in her office. The interior was Victorian Era themed, although most of the decorations were in fact belonged to the Victorian Era itself. She chose to not sit in her office chair rather snuggle up to her husband who sat relaxed in their custom built, alien couch, with his feet on the coffee table that had the same orgin. Clark's other arm that was wrapped around her gently reached up and drew lazy circles on her shoulder.

Ms. Banks has been a hard worker from day one. Good thing I know you are giving her sufficient remuneration... otherwise I would've had to punish you..." He whispered the last part into her ears, his breath tickling her neck.

"Unless you want my clients to see my naked bottom, I suggest you keep your thoughts..." She felt something on her round bottom. "...and hand for nighttime." She watched him give a groan and pull his hand back to her shoulder and pull her closer.

"Ahem. Mrs. Kent, your guests have arrived." Diana looked over to her secretary, a twenty-five year old brunette in a formal grey suit. She had a tablet in her arm and it's pen on the other.

"Thank you, Elizabeth. Please send them in." Diana smiled as Elizabeth opened the door to her client. Their were two of them. A well built man in a formal suit and a Russian super model.

Diana and Clark stood up, both gave their own smiles and greeted them. "Welcome Mr. Wayne, hope it wasn't too difficult to find my humble office?"