A/N: In this update, Lois and Clark finally talk to her Father, but then the unthinkable happens. Bruce and Diana give into their feelings. Lucy and Ron run into each other under unique circumstances. And then later, Bizarro escapes searching for that one special person: Lois Lane. Please read. Thank you.

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Chapter 11: Where I Belong

A little while later, at the base:

General Lane welcomed the newlyweds, not sure how to behave. The feeling in the room became awkward and tense. Clark, still worried about this meeting, pushed his glasses up his nose, wanting to be civil and not lose it, for his wife's sake.

"Daddy," Lois greeted her Father stiffly.

"Lo; it's good to see you." He said trying to be polite. "Clark."

"Sir," Clark said. Everyone took a seat.

A few moments of awkward silence, then Lois spoke up. "Clark and I wanted to talk to you about our marriage and the reason why we never told you the truth."

"What truth?" Sam asked needing to hear it.

"General Lane, you know about me, so please just admit it. We don't have time for any more games," Clark said.

"Games; that's not what I would call it. You both lied to me for years. I had to find out from a clone that my daughter is in love with an alien. Can you imagine how I felt?"

Lois and Clark glanced at each other. "Daddy, we wanted to apologize and try to explain why we kept the truth from you. We hope that one day you'll understand and accept that we love each other very much and," she hesitated.

He frowned. "And what?"

Clark nodded for her to continue. "I'm pregnant."

Sam digested the truth, although he suspected it. "I know about the baby."

"You know, but how?" Lois asked stunned.

"It happened when I spoke to your Mother, Clark. She gave me some sound advice." He paused. "She mentioned children and if I wanted to be a part of my grandchildren's lives, then I remembered that you fainted, and I put it together."

"What my Mother said was true. We do want you to be a part of our lives, but," Clark hesitated.

"What my husband to trying to say is that you must accept that Clark has a human side; he's no different from you and me. He has powers yes, but he would never hurt anyone, especially me. He loves me, Daddy, and I love him. We are going to have a child and if you want to see him, you need to change your attitude."

Sam stood up and walked. "I don't know if I can."

Lois and Clark glanced at each other. "We'll give you time, but time is running out. In seven months, you will have a grandchild and if my instincts are correct, it will be boy."

"A boy?" Sam asked with thoughts of meeting his first grandchild.

"Yes, a grandson," Clark replied.

"Will he have powers like you?" Sam asked.

"Yes, he will," he replied.

Lois came closer, hoping to make him understand. "I know you meant everything you said to me before the wedding and I believed you. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I couldn't." Sam was silent. "Do you remember when I came to you and told you how I felt when I thought Clark had died; gone from my life forever?"

He remembered, then closed his eyes, feeling awful. "Yes, I do; I'll never forget it."

She touched her stomach. "I wanted to tell you then, but I couldn't." She paused to gather her composure. "You said some horrible things and I didn't feel as if I could trust you with the truth."

Sam felt horrible, then, "You don't trust me?"

She glanced at her husband, and the look on his face spoke the truth. "No, we don't, but it doesn't have to be this way." At his silence, she touched his arm, then told him all of it. "I didn't know it at the time, but I was pregnant when he died," she confessed.

Sam didn't know what to say. "You were?"

"Yes, I was and I felt so blessed that Clark had given me our child." She paused to gather her composure. "At the time, I didn't think I could go on, not without him." She held the tears at bay. Clark blinked away tears.

Sam pulled his daughter into his arms, so very regretful. "I'm so sorry, Lo," he began. "I'll try; that's all I can say, but I promise to try." Sam thought of his beloved Ella after she had died; he understood.

Satisfied, Clark stood up and held out his hand. Sam shook it. "Thank you, Sir," he said.

Sam pulled away, and handed her a handkerchief. "No more tears, Okay; we'll work this out; I promise," he said meaning it.

"Thank you, Daddy," Lois said. "Now, about Bizarro; is he still here? He hasn't escaped; has he?"

"No, which I find rather odd," Sam replied. "There's something you should know about Bizarro. He's not the same as when you first saw him, Lo. He's healed and he looks exactly like you, Clark, but the 'S' is still backwards."

"He looks exactly like me?" Clark repeated.

"Yes, and he knows your secret," he told him.

There truly was only one answer. "Clark, you have to destroy it," Lois said firmly.

"Lo, I don't know if I can. The green K has healed and strengthened him; not killed him," Clark said and wondered how to stop him; nothing was coming to him.

Suddenly, an alert blasted their ears. "What in the world is going on?" Sam asked.

His assistant knocked then entered. "He's gone."

"Oh, no!" Lois said.

"But he was there when I checked a few hours ago," Sam said stunned.

"Apparently, he attacked the guards before they could sound the alarm. I'm sorry Sir," his assistant said.

"There's no way you could have stopped him; he was determined to leave," Clark said.

"Was anyone hurt?" Sam asked afraid of what she would say.

"No one was seriously hurt; the guards are fine."

Sam glanced at Lois and Clark. "Did he say anything?"

"Only one word, Sir," she replied and stared at his daughter. "He said … 'Lois.'"

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The previous evening, at the Hall of Justice:

While Clark was away, the League decided to stay for the next several days to keep an eye on Kara. Once she was settled in her own room, Diana needed to stay with her until she fell asleep. Although she wasn't a child, this was her way of helping Kara to cope with all the changes in her life. Considering everything she'd been through, that her spaceship was intended to land on Earth, Kara thanked her and tried to sleep.

Several hours and after leaving Kara's room, Diana stepped out into the hallway and she saw him. Bruce, apparently dressed for bed, appeared as if he were waiting for her. He did seem relaxed which wasn't like him, always on alert, ready to do whatever it took and to her shock, he looked her up and down, which put on edge.

Her reaction to him didn't confuse her; it just seemed right, and utterly inevitable. She straightened her back and walked towards him. The way she walked and stared at him, Bruce became serious, he wanted to tease her but she didn't seem as if she was in the mood for teasing. He waited for her to speak.

"I thought you would be asleep; it's late," Diana said and watched him carefully. Bruce had that look again. Her heart knew what it meant.

"I couldn't sleep. How is she?" He seemed overly concerned.

She lowered her eyes and walked past him. He followed her. "She's resting but it won't be easy for her. Her teen years were spent as a slave, with no one to protect her. Darkseid saw her as an equal, a god, so he pretty much left her alone."

Once at her door, he felt awkward and unsure how to proceed. "She will need you, well until Clark comes back."

She turns to him. "I'll help her as much as I can, but I think she'll need all of us."

"She probably will, and we'll be there for her." He paused as he stared at her lovely face. "And what about me?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, teasing her a little.

"Oh, do you need help?" She asked and smiled at his teasing.

He relaxed and stared at her lips. "I do, and you're the only one that can help me," he replied and pulled her to him, leaned down, closed his eyes, and he kissed her.

Diana closed her eyes and kissed him back. She melted against him, loving his boldness.

After a minute, she pulled away, then, "Someone could see us."

"Everyone knows about us, Diana; we don't have to hide our feelings; not anymore."

"You're right," she agreed. Then she turned and opened the door. She took his hand, pulled him inside, then closed and locked it.

"Are you sure?" Bruce feared that if he didn't leave her now, he didn't think he could stop himself from taking her, right there with the entire League possibly interrupting them. At this moment, with her beautiful eyes and loving glances, he found himself lost in her eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure," she murmured with a look that sent his heart to pounding and other parts of his body reacted as well. She moved closer and touched his chest.

Sanity returned; he found the strength to hold her at arm's length. "Diana, we shouldn't."

"Why shouldn't we? You know these moments are rare; every time we get closer, something happens to pull us apart."

"But someone could hear us, and," Bruce said and wondered at his resistance to get closer.

"Kara is asleep; no one will hear us." He was nervous; she couldn't believe it. She touched his chest again. "I need you. Don't you need me too?"

"Always." After that telling answer, he touched her cheek, her throat and then he went lower. Bruce was thinking: the real reason I'm resisting is because Diana was different from anyone I've ever known and I want to please her so much.

Diana watched him with a knowing look, but she needed him to talk to her. They would talk later, much later.

His voice hoarse, he whispered, "You don't know what you're doing to me." He raised his eyes to her face and waited for her to look at him. "I can't think about anything but being with you and loving you." He paused and tried tell her what she means to him. "You are the one treasure of my life."

Diana wasn't sure how she should react to that statement. "Oh, I'm a treasure?" She smiled and decided that she liked it.

"Yes, and I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." He frowned and thought of what could happen to them, especially now with this new threat hanging over their heads.

She touched his cheek and his throat. "Well, I don't plan on going anywhere, not for a long, long time."

"I don't want to talk anymore," he whispered and then he kissed her and this time was different, she could feel it. Desire flowed through her veins making her dizzy for more.

Bruce was a man who loved kissing, nearly as much as the act of intercourse itself.

Bruce's love life, if you could call it that, consisted of women wanting to be bedded by Bruce Wayne. They didn't know him; they didn't want to know him, but Diana was so much more than he had ever dreamed.

He nibbled her ear then down her throat. Her robe and nightgown were pushed aside; he stared at her beautiful body and wondered again how lucky they were to have found each other.

Smiling, she took his hand and followed her into the bedroom. She helped him remove his robe but he still had on his boxers. With a smile, she helped him remove those and he was ready for her.

Moments later, in bed, kissing and caressing, but neither could be still. Diana was right; these moments were rare and they should cherish them and never take them for granted. Happiness was fleeting so they decided to grab hold with both hands because who knew when they have this time alone again.

Diana closed her eyes and she was thrown back in time to when Bruce wanted to tell her how he felt but kept it to himself and she did the same, but now all of that was in the past. She could feel the love flowing from everywhere he touched her as his tongue speared into mouth tasting her, twirling his tongue inside, kissing her as if she were his lifeline and he was starved for her which he was. She kissed him back and then she melted against him. His kisses wandered across her cheek to her ear and then down her throat and then he latched onto a nipple as his hands latched onto the full globes of her breasts and Diana found enough air in her lungs to speak.

"We shouldn't … be … doing this."

"Why not, …. Everyone knows … how we feel," he managed to say as their lovemaking were forbidden; as if it were their secret and no one else and that thought turned him on even more. Diana moaned loudly then as he suckled her other breast and then he touched her and she nearly flew off the bed. Her moist heat calling to him, beckoning to that animal part of him that had overtaken his thinking.

Bruce felt bewitched as if she had put a spell on him; he would do anything if she would just love him, touch him and make him feel wanted and needed. He supposed, after meeting each other the way that they did; she stole from him after he had stolen the files. They had fallen into this cat and mouse game, the sparks were still there and making love, to be inside her, feel her come around him, for them to feel that little death that only they could feel together, felt right.

She moved to welcome him, opening her legs, sliding her arms around his powerful back. He grabbed her hips and then pure intoxicating pleasure gripped him as he filled her to the hilt and her muscles tightened around him. His mouth moved over her face, his breath hot making her shiver. She wanted him with a desperation that stunned her mind as her body reacted needing him to take her, and then she pulled closer and kissed him moving her tongue over his mouth tasting their need.

He drove hard and sure inside of her, as her moans were driving him crazy, so he kissed her more deeply to cover her moans. Soon though, he could feel her contractions, knew she was close and then he knew nothing. Diana then flung her arms around his neck, held him with her thighs, and climaxed strongly, hips pumping, breasts crushed into his chest. Bruce lost control and filled her womb with hot flood of his seed. Diana sighed and held him close as their breathing returned to normal.

"Thank you," she murmured softly. Every part of her glowed as she sighed again and stroked his chest. After leaving her body, they cuddled close each thinking of doing it again, maybe. She kissed his cheek his ear and then she turned his head and kissed him, but she couldn't help it as her hand moved lower then surprise and delight lit up her face; he was ready for her again. His famous smirk greeted her surprised one, plus his cheekbones and thick hair aroused her even more.

Bruce felt her look and this game that they had been playing for months was over; it was Diana and Bruce and bending over her and bracing himself on an elbow, he suckled her breast. Diana moaned and held his head to her breast loving the feeling.

"You're very welcome, Ms. Prince," he managed between kisses then he gave her a look.

Diana knew what it meant. "Up and at it!" She climbed on top of him and then she guided his erection inside her body. In control now, Diana loved this position as she pushed deeper and moved with him in sweet rhythm. Both enjoying it, but soon it was over, Diana collapsed on top of him with a slight grin on her lips.

"That was incredible; wasn't it?" He had to ask as he stroked her arm and kissed her forehead.

There was something in his voice. "Yes, it was," she replied and wondered about his question. She leaned up on her elbow. "Is there something you want to say about us?"

He stroked her hair. "I've never thought of love, not for a very long time, until you came along. It seemed silly and not important enough."

"I understand," she whispered.

"I hope you mean that, Diana, because you've become very important to me."

"I feel the same way about you." She leaned into him, her head on his chest.

He smiled his lips on her forehead. "That makes me very happy."

"Me too," she said as her eyes drifted shut, but then thoughts of his resistance to them doing this.

"Bruce, I knew you wanted me even from that first day we met, but you resisted."

"At first, you did too." He paused and continued. "I admit I wanted you from the beginning, so I decided not to rush things," he said and smoothed her hair.

What he said was true. "Oh, you mean our agreement; but what changed?"

"I don't know, but I guess it just seemed as if we both wanted to take things slow, and then I was just tired of waiting, then I made my move." He smiled at her look.

"Oh, you mean in the barn?" She smiled remembering.

"Oh, yeah, the barn kiss; that was it for me."

She smiled and closed her eyes. "Me too."

Each thinking of the past and how they had met, it didn't surprise either of them that they would be cautious and worried about making a commitment. They fought it as best they could, but now there they were, making a valiant effort to take that risk and loving it.

Diana sighed against his chest and whispered his name; minutes later she fell asleep.

Much later that night, Diana awakened slowly; Bruce was mumbling in his sleep. She didn't understand the words.

She shook his shoulder. "Bruce; Bruce, wake up!"

He opened his eyes and looked around. "Diana? Where am I?"

"You're with me," she replied. "Was it a bad dream?"

He rubbed his tired eyes and sighed. "Yes, but I've had it before."

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked and stroked his chest.

He took her hand. "No, not really," he replied and pulled her close. "It's almost dawn and we have work to do."

She snuggled closer. "Oh, you mean our guest?"

"Yes, but I really think we should call Clark."

"They need this time; please, let them have their happiness for one more day?"

He couldn't refuse her. "One more day."

"Good," she said and closed her eyes.

Content, they managed to get a few hours of sleep.

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Early the next morning, just before the alert about the prison break or the newlyweds' return, Diana and Bruce, in her suite, had a few minutes to talk of how to handle their 'new' arrangement, and the team finding out about their commitment. It truly wasn't a secret, not since the wedding reception, but they wanted to be in sync.

"We'll act normal; no change," he said.

"They'll know as soon as we rejoin the team; they'll know," Diana said.

Once out in the hallway, he pulled her to him. "I truly don't care if they know. We care about each other; that's what matters." She looked skeptical. "It's not like they don't have relationships of their own; they'll probably envy us." He smiled at her look.

"You're right. Their loved ones are far away." She paused. "Now I feel bad for them."

"Yeah, me too, but only a little," he agreed. He kissed her quick, then took her hand. "Let's get this over with."

Bruce released her hand moments before they stepped off the elevator. They entered he main hall together in costume ready to get to work.

"Hey everyone; any word from Clark yet?" Bruce asked and waited for the questions and looks about their relationship.

Barry, Arthur, Victor, Kara, and J'onn were there. They stared at them; eyebrows rose into their hair, but no one replied.

"I guess not," Bruce said. They headed to the kitchen for a quick bite to eat.

Once they left the room, they all stared at each other and after a little chatter, decided it was their business; they're adults; and not up for discussion.

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Later that same morning, at the Daily Planet:

Lucy Lane, in a panic, she needed to find her sister. She hadn't heard from her since getting a text that she and her husband were returning to the city, apparently cutting their honeymoon short.

Entering the bullpen, she spotted Ron and decided to approach him. Nervous and worried about seeing him again after their rather uncomfortable but revealing conversation at the wedding reception, she stopped walking when he turned to her.

"Lucy, what are you doing here?" She was silent. "Lois isn't here; she's still on her honeymoon."

Taking a deep breath, she came closer and replied, "Well, I heard from her a while ago, and she said they was returning to work today, and I had hoped," she hesitated rambling a bit.

Ron picked up on something. "Can we talk?"

Relieved, she replied, "Sure; I guess we need to do that."

She seemed upset; he stood up. "Come with me." Once in the conference room, she still seemed nervous. "Is this about Lois or is it about me?"

"Both I guess," she replied honestly.

"Just tell me the real reason you're here," he said and looked her up and down. "Can I take your coat?"

"Sure," she replied and handed it to him. He placed it on a chair.

He couldn't help himself, as he looked her over again, admiring her. She looked beautiful, in a lovely dress, a warm shade of green, which brought out the beautiful color of her eyes and her hair was pulled to one side. He wanted to touch her so badly. He remembered the first time they made love but he thought they were in love. They never spoke the words but he knew deep inside; he knew, but why did you let her go? You idiot, he thought.

"Ron, you're staring at me," she said and ducked her head.

"Sorry, but since the wedding, I can't seem to stop thinking about our talk and how things got so confusing." She was silent. "You never answered my question."

"What question?" She asked but she knew.

He came closer. "The one where I asked you if I was wrong about us; about your feelings," he replied and stared at her. "You know how I feel."

"I have thought about it and the answer is yes, you were wrong. I do feel something. I mean; I guess we didn't have a chance to truly explore or even talk about our feelings, and now," she hesitated.

"And now, maybe we can take that time? I'm definitely game." He smiled at her.

She relaxed. "I am too."

"Great, well, why don't you try and reach your sister again and, maybe we can have lunch?"

"I'd like that," she said and pulled out her cellphone.

He turned and happen to glance out the window. "Is that Superman?"

"What?" Lucy asked and came to stand beside him. "It's him, but something's wrong."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked still staring.

"The 'S' is different; no, it's backwards. It can't be him, plus the way he's flying; as if he hasn't gotten the hang of it. It's not him."

"Your sister would know the truth. Call her."

She tried her number again. "It went straight to voicemail; she must have turned it off." She decided to leave a message. "Lo, it's me. Call me when you get a minute; I'm worried. I just saw Superman and I don't think it's him. The 'S' is backwards and the way he's flying; it can't be him. Call me."

"Now what do we do?" Lucy asked still worried that something bad may have happened to her sister and to Clark.

He took her hand, hoping to calm her somewhat. "She'll call you back; I know she will."

Relieved and hopeful. "Thanks, Ron; I needed to hear that."

"While we wait, do you think you could eat something?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't seem to think about anything, but my sister."

"I do have some time, why don't we go looking for her?"

"I wouldn't know where to look. Wait a minute; I'll call my Father. Maybe he's heard from her." She dialed the number. "Daddy, hi, have you heard from Lo?"

"She just left with her husband. Look, honey, it's a long story, but there's a clone on the loose. He looks like Superman but it's not him."

"I just saw him flying over the city just a few minutes ago, but where's Lois and Clark?"

"They went looking for him, probably not far from the Daily Planet."

"But I'm at the Planet right now. Thanks, Dad. I'll call you if I hear from them." She hung up. "We have to go. My sister and the real Superman are here; and they're close maybe just outside."

"Alright, let's go!" He grabbed her coat and headed for the streets of Metropolis.

Once outside, Lucy gasped. "Goodness, where did all these people come from?!"

Cars stopped moving, as everyone looked up transfixed by the 'faux' Superman hovering in the sky. Hundreds of citizens exited buildings, as they gathered on the street, all hoping to get a glimpse of him. They suspected the real Superman would show up at any moment as cellphones, cameras, and even the press was there waiting.

Ron pulled out his cellphone. "Seriously?" Lucy asked but she couldn't blame him.

"Sorry, I need it for my Superman blog."

"Since when do you have a Superman blog?"

He looked sheepish for a minute. "Well, to be honest, since he arrived here years go. I admire him and what he stands for; he's amazing and I truly believe we need him."

She had to smile at that answer. "Yeah, we do," she agreed.

Meanwhile, Bizarro stared at the Planet building then peered through the walls, looking for her, but she wasn't there. Where else could she be? He'd searched the entire city, but she would show up eventually.

Everyone watched him and wondered what he would do next. Still hovering in the sky, he tried to stay calm. He looked down again, but she wasn't there. Getting angry at her apparent need to stay away from him, he narrowed his eyes.

How about a few explosions to draw her out and maybe Superman to the rescue? His eyes glowed blue and then it happened.

TBC!

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Song Inspiration: Irresistible, Mariah Carey.

A/N: Sorry to end it there. Okay, guys, you've waited long enough. A big chapter is coming up next weekend. Scratching my head at my Muse: Bizarro is healed because of green K and now he looks like Clark made a crazy kind of sense. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading. Reviews are love.