Chapter One

So, this is me then. I am Jason White, known as Jason Richardson for a few years but we'll get to that eventually.

Lets get one thing straight, I don't want to tell you all this. I don't talk about it if I can avoid it. The only reason I'm telling you is to avoid prison. It wasn't my fault.

Right, I am 6 foot 3, 215 pounds. I enjoy horror movies and can fly. Most folks used to say I take after my father when I say that, go ahead and say it if you want to, I'll just smile and say thanks, and why not? I am proud to be compared to Richard White. But its lying through my teeth isn't it?

Superman hates horror movies.

Surprised? You should be. As if Superman would father a man as such as myself. Then again, you probably knew that already. But I'm getting ahead of myself again aren't I? That's the trouble with super speed; you can never quite tell when everyone else had caught up with you.

Start at the start, shall we? Before I lost six years of my life to torture, hatred and destroyed everything I held dear, before I pulled a Superman and ran away, before I lost my mom and before I knew of my heritage.

I was five years old when Superman returned from his five year holiday –did anyone bother to do the math here? –I actually missed him the first time he flew back into public eye.

I was playing mouse trap with my dad.

'Oops! Go back three places.' Dad laughed. Jason stood up and moved his mouse along the board.

'One, two, three.' He counted aloud.

'Good job. Where's that die gone?' Dad began to search around himself.

'There, Dad.' Jason held it out for him.

'Thanks, Sport.' Dad took it off him. His eyes fell on the television that they left running on the news constantly, one of the perks of having two reporters for parents.

'Reports are coming in that the Genesis craft has malfunctioned mid-flight, endangering the lives of the pilots, astronauts and press on the plane. It is unclear what…'

'Dad, you've got to roll.' Jason said, bored of waiting.

Dad swallowed heavily. 'Jason, go into your room, you don't want to see this.'

'But, Dad!'

'Now, Jason.' He ordered.

Obediently, Jason slid off the couch and walked towards his room. He waited at the stairs for a while, watching his dad glued to the screen during the emergency news break. Then he walked into his room and played with his Lego.

He built an airplane and a spaceship.

So, that's where I was when Superman returned. I guess its just one of those things, you know, like when JFK got shot, or 9/11, you always know where you were when it happened.

Meeting Clark Kent however was something completely different.

Jason watched as Dad went up and hugged and kissed Mommy from Daddy's office window. He had already played with the model plane on Daddy's desk and was bored. They never told Jason that his money could have died, so he didn't find anything wrong about going and saying hello to that big man in glasses he had never seen before.

'Hi.' Jason said, startling the man by appearing suddenly.

'Hi there.' He said with a voice too high to belong to a man that big.

'Who are you?' Jason asked.

'Oh, I'm Clark Kent. I'm an old friend of your mom's, from before you were born.' Mr. Kent explained.

'Really?' Jason asked with all the innocence of a five year old. 'She never mentioned you.'

Mr. Kent looked shocked. 'Really? Never?'

'Nope.'

Regular old klutz, Mr. Kent was. Notice the was, but we'll get to that eventually. I promise, just one more memory from all the stuff you already know about, you have heard the famous story about New Krypton, haven't you? Good. Well, just before that, I figured something out that no-one else on earth had ever noticed, and I was five! I never cease to be amazed at how ignorant humans can be if they want to be.

'There is no doubt about it; Superman is back in all of our lives.' The reported said with a prominent Australian accent. Cheering and whooping came from the crowd surrounding her.

Jason looked up at the screens above him, still holding on to his mother's hand. He saw Mr. Kent looking down at him through his oversized glasses. His eyes were really blue. Then Jason saw the screens behind Mr. Kent, pictures of Superman flashing across them. Superman had really blue eyes too. And the same chin and…

Appropriately, Jason had an asthma attack.

Yeah, first day I met him and I already knew that Clark Kent was Superman. Even Mom, fearless reporter that she was never… Anyway, enough of that. Lets skip right over the New Krypton incident, past my first killing –accidental or not –over the part where Superman was comatose and straight on to my nightmare.

Water, swirling, trapped, Mommy's not moving, door smashing closed, no way out, Dad gasping for breath, hold on, hold on, Superman will come, Superman will save us, nothing's happening, water's everywhere, silence, water swirling, gasping, no more air, Superman's not coming, they're going to die.

Jason gasped for breath, sitting up in bed, shivering as the nightmare faded. Strong arms held him, comforted him, and rubbed his back as his asthma faded.

Once his breathing got back to normal, Jason blinked and took in the form holding him. That wasn't his Daddy.

'Superman!' Jason said, jumping out of his arms and forcing a sniff down, he didn't want to look like a little kid in front of Superman.

'Are you alright?' Superman asked.

Jason nodded. ''s jus' a nightmare.'

'Do you want to talk about it?' Superman asked gently. His voice wasn't as deep as he usually had it when he was wearing the cape, and it wasn't as high as when he was pretending to be Mister Clark.

Jason just shook his head stubbornly.

Superman jerked his head to the side, eyes narrowed as he listened to something far away. 'I have to go.' He said, standing up from the edge of Jason's bed.

'Wait!' Jason said, gripping his arm. 'I made you something.'

Superman turned and waited as Jason leaned over and pulled something out of his bedside table. He held it out to Superman.

'What is it?' Superman asked, taking it off him.

'It's glasses.' Jason said as Superman unfolded the paper glasses. 'So you can see when you're flying and don't run into things.'

Superman faltered. 'What makes you think I'd run into things?'

'Because you always do. You fall over and trip and knock things over.' Jason said, almost bouncing on his bed.

'When?'

'When you're at the Planet.' Jason said slowly; as if he was explaining something obvious.

'When was I at the Planet?' Superman asked.

Jason groaned. 'You're always at the Planet; you work there when you're pretending to be Mister Clark.'

Superman's eyes widened.

'What?' Jason asked.

'How…' Superman swallowed and tried again. 'How did you know?'

Confusion flicked across Jason's face. 'You look the same.'

Superman took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of Jason's bed. 'You can't tell anyone that I'm Clark, okay?'

'Why not?'

'I don't want bad people to know.' Superman said.

'I won't tell the bad people. They scare me.' Jason looked away; he didn't like Superman thinking he was scared.

'Me too.' Superman said sadly. 'But I can't risk anyone hurting my family.'

'Your family?' Jason asked, intrigued.

Superman froze for an instant before nodding slowly. 'I have a mom and I don't want anyone to hurt her.'

'I don't want anyone to hurt my mom either.' Jason said softly, a scene replaying in his head, a piano flying through the air.

Superman swallowed. 'Also, as Clark Kent, I can watch over your mom and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble.'

This puzzled Jason, couldn't he do the same thing as Superman?

'I have to go.' Superman said again, standing up.

'Okay.' Jason said, snuggling into his bed.

'Go to sleep.' Superman said softly before flying out the window, still clutching a pair of paper glasses.

Ahh, the innocence of a five year old. He's still got those glasses somewhere, along with every drawing I ever gave him, in either disguise. So that's how it was when I was growing up. Every night Superman would come and visit and every day I would sit at Clark Kent's desk drawing pictures. Like every kid, heck, every person in Metropolis, I loved Superman, and the fact he came and saw me every night made me feel special.

Hey! Please review, I know its starting off slow but it will get really quick really fast, I promise.