Hello everyone I'm back! I'm sorry for not updating this in a while, but in my defense I've been really busy working at a summer program. That and the fact that my flash drive where I keep ALL of my stories erased every last piece of info on it causing me to have to copy and paste ALL of my stories on another document and save it to a new folder.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Superman Man of Steel, except for this story and my OC characters.

"Clark!" a woman with dark brown hair with streaks of gray, kind brown eyes, pale skin worn by time, a gray long sleeved shirt, faded blue jeans and brown loafers cried as she embraced Clark who eagerly embraced her as well.

"Hi, mom," Clark said with a small exhausted smile and Mrs. Kent beamed at him happy to have her son back.

"Hello, Mrs. Kent!" Roberto called and Mrs. Kent waved cheerfully in greeting.

"Hello, Roberto! How's your family doing?" Mrs. Kent asked amiably and Roberto smiled in amusement.

"They're doing fine from the letters they sent me while I was away from home, but I'm on my way back to them right now. I saw Clark walking the streets alone so I decided to give him a ride here," Roberto explained and Mrs. Kent's smile brightened.

"Thank you very much, I hope to see your family again, soon," Roberto called and the Kents waved good-bye as he drove off to reunite with his family. Mrs. Kent practically dragged Clark into her small house with his bag insisting him to tell her of his travels and many jobs.

"Unfortunately, I'm going to need a new job the last one didn't go so well," Clark told his mother sadly and she only smiled at him in understanding.

"That's alright, but you're going to rest here for a few weeks before you travel around the state for a new job. In fact, Rachel came by a few months for a visit and she said if you're ever interested she'd be happy to give you a job," Mrs. Kent explained to her son taking his large hands in hers and Clark smiled in appreciation.

"Thanks, mom, I'll look into the job offer later though," Clark reassured her with a grin causing Mrs. Kent to chuckle at him knowingly, which made Clark to raise an eyebrow up at her in confusion.

"What's so funny?" Clark asked puzzled and Mrs. Kent stood up heading for the kitchen to start up on dinner.

"Oh, nothing I just wonder if that grin was from the sudden job offer or getting the chance to see Rachel again," Mrs. Kent said with a amusement and Clark blushed.

"We're just friends mom, I've told you this already," Clark grumbled in embarrassment.

"I know you had this conversation with me a few years ago, but things might've changed and I might not have been informed about it," Mrs. Kent argued with a smirk on her face and Clark rolled his eyes. "Have you even called her once after you left?" Mrs. Kent inquired curiously and Clark cringed.

"Um….well, not really," Clark grumbled and Mrs. Kent gave him a stern look.

"Well, you're in luck, she's coming over tomorrow for a visit for the next few days," Mrs. Kent replied casually and Clark straightened in confusion.

"Why?" Clark asked confused.

"She likes to visit every once in awhile," Mrs. Kent shrugged and Clark raised an eyebrow up at her questioningly. The two talked amiably about other things such as Clark's many travels around the world doing a variety of different jobs as they made dinner for two. After they finished eating, Mrs. Kent went upstairs to get ready for bed, but Clark lingered on the first floor for awhile just sitting on the couch nervously thinking about how much time had passed since he last saw his friend, Rachel. A small colorful scrap book sat on the coffee table in the living room and he remembered that it was both his and Rachel's scrapbook from when they were children growing up. Clark smiled and closed his eyes as his mind began to wander back to a moment where he made a real friend.

Flashback

"Hey, look it's farm boy!" a couple of football players surrounded a teenage boy no older than 15 years old in the middle of a high school hallway with midnight black shaggy hair, a blue and red plaid shirt, denim jeans, black sneakers and nervous dark blue eyes. The leader of the group shoved his books all over the floor laughing as his buddies laughed and urged him to start beating up poor Clark. Yet, Clark held back from beating the living daylights out of all of them not wanting to reveal his secret or cause anymore trouble than he was already in, but the bullies were being relentless and to make matters worse it the day hadn't even begun just yet. Just when Clark felt as if he were about to lose his control, he was saved by a familiar face in the nick of time.

"Hey, pick on someone you're on size!" a someone shouted furiously and the boys turned around to see a girl no older than them standing behind them with her hands on her hips. However, what surprised them the most were her blazing mad stormy blue eyes that actually freaked them out, but the leader shrugged it off assuming it was just the lighting and put on an annoyed face.

"Buzz off doll face before we make you," the leader retorted and her eyes narrowed.

"What did you just call me?" the girl demanded furiously and the leader motioned for his followers to shove her away, but one look from her made them freeze.

"Don't touch me," the girl said with such authority that the boys stopped on their tracks. The leader growled shoving Clark onto the ground as he stormed up to the girl about ready to give her a piece of his mind and he was about to punch her in the face, but she surprised them all. Rachel stopped the leader's fist and kicked him where the light never shines causing him to groan as he slumped to the floor giving him a quick kick to the stomach. "Who's next?" the girl demanded and the jocks immediately helped their leader escape. The girl kneeled down on the floor and helped Clark collect his things giving him a hand with getting up off the floor.

"Thanks, Rachel," Clark said hesitantly and the girl smiled shyly as she fiddled her black hair with silver streaks in it.

"You're welcome, Clark and if those guys bother you again just tell me and I put them in their place for you," Rachel reassured him and Clark smiled softly. Rachel frowned softly as she noticed a nasty bruise on his arm and a bleeding cut on his cheek making Clark squirm under her intense stare. Mindful of his bruises, she dragged him into the Janitor's closet placing her hand gently on his bruise closed her eyes focusing on healing it, which caused a small silver light glow out of her hand onto the bruise. Clark gapped as it healed instantly, but he was even more surprised when she made him bend down to her eye level since he towered over most students. He was nearly lost in her eyes and his stomach did weird flips as she leaned in close to him making it hard for him to breathe, and he held his breath as she pressed her soft full pink lips to his cut cheek. For a moment, time froze for Clark and he felt the sting in the cut ebb away, but Clark was blushing so hard he barely noticed it.

"There all better," Rachel whispered as she blushed a light shade of pink smiling shyly.

"Th-thanks, Rachel," Clark stammered embarrassedly and when she smiled it was so radiant that he felt his heart swell just for being the one who pleased her.

"I gotta go now, but I'll see you around, Clark," Rachel said as she opened the door to leave, but Clark grabbed her small hand before she could leave. Clark tried to say something, but nothing came out and he stood there gapping like a fish causing Rachel to smile and she pulled a small pen out of nowhere and took Clark's hand in hers. Clark stared as she wrote something into his hand and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before she dashed out of the closet with a blush and a shy smile. Clark just stood there awed and shocked as he watched her dash through the hallways and he looked at his hand to see a phone number written on it.

End of Flashback

Clark fell asleep on the couch of the soft smile and faint blush on his cheeks from that memory.