A/N: Hello again! Sorry, its been a little while- busy recently. Anyways, today's a special day for me, and i decided that as such i could be generous to all you folks and post again! Please return the favor and give me reviews! PLEASE? It'd be a great present... :D So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I wish I could say I owned any of this sappy/funny/fluffy story. Besides the plotline, I mean. :)

Clark gently rapped his knuckles on the doorjam to Perry White's office, and noticing the door ajar stuck his head in briefly. "You wanted to see me, Chief?"

Perry looked up at the tall reporter before him, hunching over into his office. "Yes, come in Kent. Shut the door behind you. Oh, and don't call me Chief."

Clark allowed himself a small smile as he turned and shut the door with a click. "What about?" he asked. Perry gestured for him to take a seat, which Clark complied to.

Perry turned to face the window, staring out it, wondering where to begin. His throat felt thick, and for the first time in a very long time- since he'd almost been killed by that globe atop the Planet- Perry White felt nervous. This was likely to be a. . . sensitive subject matter, but for the sake of Lois, and her own good, he had to go through with this. And of course, for his own peace of mind. "Clark," he began slowly, "I want you to know that, despite what I may say right now, I'm not on anyone's side here. I like you, Clark. And I know that you would never think to do anything intentionally harmful against Lois or Jason. But I want you to know, if you do- if you hurt them, so help me God, I will come after you. Lois is like a daughter to me, and I love your son as much as I could love my own kids. You can count on that. So you'd better keep yourself in check from now on."

Clark's eyes widened in surprise. That was not at all what he expected to hear. He'd expected something along the lines of the stop-disappearing-in-the-middle-of-the-day speech, or maybe the turn-in-your-goddam-article speech. Not the father knows best speech with regards to Lois. "I-I swear to you, Mr. White. I w-would never do anything to hurt either of them ever again- I'll be paying for what I did to them the rest of my life as it is, making up for not being here. But now that I am here, and as long as Lois wants me, I will always be around for them. I love them, Perry. Nothing will change that."

Perry nodded slowly, seeing the truth in the man's eyes, his conviction making his voice firm- and this time knew what, or rather who, he was becoming. "Good. Just making sure of your intentions. I don't know if you've met Lois's real father yet, but I assume you'll be getting a similar speech from him when you meet him. I understand that what happened before between you two was unintentional- and knowing you, I also know you would have never abandoned her had you known. Besides, you thought you had some important things to take care of- which is understandable. The two of you, for whatever reason, were over, and you decided it would be best for you to move on. But that doesn't change the fact that you did hurt Lois by leaving. And I don't want to see Lois hurt again if I don't have to- I'm not kidding about what I said earlier. I don't care if I need to track down Luthor on the black market and get the biggest piece of kryptonite imaginable, I'd do it for Lois. Understand?"

Perry watched his reporter's face very carefully as the realization hit him. And tried to keep from laughing.

Clark turned ashen and his mouth fell open in utter shock. He spent several moments trying to speak, but the most that came out were unintangible croaks. Perry raised his hand. "Don't bother, Kent. It's not worth that much effort thinking about it."

Clark flushed and bent his head before returning his blue gaze to his boss. "Y-you know?"

"I'm no idiot, Clark. You leave the same time as Superman, come back the exact same day as when Superman makes his reappearance- and you really didn't expect anyone to notice?"

Clark's blush grew and he removed his glasses, sighing as he spoke. "Is it really that obvious? I didn't think anyone else picked up on it."

Perry chuckled slightly, clapping him on the shoulder. "No one did, that I know of anyways. That's what's so funny about it. For a little while, after you came back, I had myself convinced that I was crazy. Nobody else seemed to see it. But the way you froze yesterday over that rumor about being Jason's father- obviously there was some sort of misinterpretation there. You practically panicked. That confirmed it for me."

"So it wasn't the disguise that gave me away?" He looked up at his boss incredulously.

"No, surprisingly. Though when you know what you're looking at, it's really not all that effective. But usually it's something beyond just the glasses- your mannerisms, your expressions- you never look truly happy as Superman, nor very stern as Clark. Yesterday, when you heard about those rumors- you had your Superman face on. And his attitude. You seemed a bit mixed up."

"I was. I swore Lombard was gonna shout that Clark Kent was Superman. And that everyone already knew. As I spoke with Lois, though, I realized what it was they were really saying. . . and how much more dangerous that could be. I mean, think about it: if the world knew Clark Kent was Jason's father, and then that Superman was Clark Kent," he shuddered. Perry realized that the weight of the world hung on this man's shoulders- and he was scared to share that burden with anyone else, for fear that he might drown them along with him. And it wasn't just the burden of saving the world constantly- there was so much he had to protect, he had to be constantly on guard, wary of everyone around him, and fearful for anyone who got too close.

After a long pause, Perry finally asked what he'd been dying to ask. "Listen, Kent, Superman, whoever the hell you are: is Jason really your son? How is it even. . . possible? I mean- if you're Superman, and you're his real father, then wouldn't that mean that he'd- I mean, he's not the strongest of kids. He's kind of sickly. And he doesn't exactly seem- not that I really doubt it much, since he looks so much like you-"

"Why doesn't he have superpowers yet?" Clark concluded for his boss, who nodded silently. The words were harder to say than he had expected. Clark thought for a moment, wondering what and how exactly he should tell him, before deciding the truth was the most promising option here. "He. . . he does. Or rather, he will. He doesn't exactly have anything- not yet, anyways. He, um, has shown some signs of having super strength already, and possibly enhanced vision and speed- though I can't be quite sure yet. Might have to get him wearing glasses soon. And besides, it's normal for him to not have his full powers yet- I didn't learn to fly until I was about eighteen. And I had some off and on health issues too-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Back it up a bit. Might have to get him glasses? With enhanced vision? How does that make any sense? What-?"

"The glasses are for his benefit. The eyesight issue caused. . . numerous problems for me as a child. It was probably the most irritating of all my powers to learn to deal with."

"How so?" Perry's confusion made Clark slightly uncomfortable, and he shifted in his seat. How do you explain the everyday world you live in to someone who has absolutely no idea how to relate? It always made Clark feel more like an alien than ever when he had to discuss his differences with people.

"Well, again, with the off-and-on powers thing, I got some pretty awful migraines. Not to mention it messed with my regular sight so that I actually did need glasses until my powers fully grew in. But in addition to that. . . number one: they act as a good disguise for the future. People won't question it as much when he wears them around, and won't recognize him as Superman's son. Number two: they act as a sort of training device. Firstly with his enhanced vision, later on with heat vision. I mean, you're more likely to keep your heat vision under control if you know the glasses will melt and burst into flames on your face when you use it, you know? Incentive of sorts. And as far as x-ray vision goes, it helps with control. I can't tell you how many times I ran into walls as a kid because I didn't know I was staring through it. I don't know if Jason's had that problem yet-"

Something clicked in Perry White's mind. "Actually, that would explain a lot of his incidents around the office. Now that people know he's your. . . Clark's son, they can dismiss it as the clumsiness gene. Not that he's seeing through walls and trash cans over his head and bashing into things. You don't know how many walls he's been running into and objects he's been tripping over recently."

Clark thought back to that one late night at the Planet where he had seen his son- back when he was still Richard's- wearing a trash can on his head and running around, only to stop abruptly after hitting the glass wall of Perry's office. He chuckled. "Yeah. I can see that playing off well enough. Point is though, glasses will come in handy eventually."

Perry nodded. "One more question, though, Clark."

He slipped the glasses back on his face as he stood, shrugging. "I think I owe you at least that."

"When was it? I mean, when did you two ever get that intimate? Was it Superman or Clark that Lois loved?"

Clark grinned. "I only have you to thank for that one, Chief. You sent us to Niagra Falls. And for the record, she figured out that I was both. She loved me both."

Perry's expression showed his surprise, before he laughed. "Well, all I can say to you now is good luck. With a woman like Lois and a son like, well, a certain day-saving alien- you'll have your hands full for sure."

Clark's grin only widened as he opened the door once more. "I wouldn't trade it for the world, Chief." With that, he walked out, smile in place. If anyone still had any doubts as to whether or not Clark Kent was really Jason's father, his expression silenced all such questions. His giddy grin left no room for doubt.

A/N: Yay! Short, sweet, and interesting hopefully! More to come soon! BTW, i dont think i will introduce any major villains, but then again maybe... i dont know. Persuade me. Anyways, leave your review! It takes less than five seconds! Maybe. Sort of. Ok, it takes as long as you want it to, but come on. It's quick. Review!