I deserve to be slapped very hard in the face for not updating in awhile. Let me explain before you hit me. I've had school and marchingband stuff going on. I have at least three practices for marchingband each week, so don't jump at my throat and try to tear it out with your hands because of it. Anyway, only one more chapter to go for this story and it will be done! Keep an eye out for a Smallville Xover with Superman Returns story. I don't own Superman. I only own Sarah. Please send a review! Oh and did anyone watch the season 10 premire of Smallville? If you did, what did you think?

-SHF95

Chapter 14: Confessions of Lois Lane

I didn't notice until I got home that bruises were forming on my arms and legs from hitting objects like pipes while I jumped to them. So before I went inside, I took a bucket and filled it with water from the garden hose. I stuck my hands in the icy water and sucked in a breath. "Cold! Oh, my God, that's cold!" I yelped through clenched teeth. I ignored the pain from the water as it went up my arms, healing the bruises. After my arms were healed, I pulled off my shoes and socks and stuck one foot in.

I almost let out another yell, but managed to choke it back. After that leg was healed, I stuck in the other one. When that one was healed, I dried the water off of me and took the bucket of water to some flowers that were in clay pots in need of watering. After that, I hurried inside. Once inside, I stopped in the hallway, listening to where everyone was. Lois was in her study room working on a new article on her laptop, and Richard was upstairs in the bathroom giving Jason his bath.

My feet trudged up the stairs all the way to my room where I flopped on to my bed. I sat there for a good few minutes in silence to clear my head. A soft knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts. "Yes?"

"Can I come in, Sarah?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, it's open." I replied. The door hinges squeaked slightly as they opened, and Jason walked into my room and sat on my bed. "How has your day been?"

"Good." He replied. "How was your day?"

"I've had better," I responded with a sigh. An uncomfortable silence greeted us.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked suddenly.

"You can ask me anything."

"Whenever I'm around you, I feel this tugging feeling in my head. I don't feel it when I'm around anyone like Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Perry, or Mr. Clark."

"Tugging feeling?" I raised my brows in suspicion.

"It feels like this," He demonstrated by gently tugging my hair. "I can barely feel it, but I know it's there. Do you have superpowers?"

"What makes you think that I have superpowers?" Man, that kid was good. First Clark, now me?

"I don't know. It's just that I get this feeling when I'm around you." He shrugged. "Do you?"

I stared at him for a moment, thinking strongly about it. There was no use in trying to hide it from him anymore. He would keep asking me about it until I confess that I do have abilities. I took a deep breath. "Jason," I began, "there's something I need to tell you. I'm not sure if you'll understand at your age, but I can't stress enough how important it is for you to not tell anyone."

"Okay," he said. I then began a long explanation about my abilities that must have taken awhile to explain to him about. Jason gave me a confused look once I finished explaining.

"Wait here." I said. I went to the bathroom and filled a glass with water. I went back in to my room and set it on my desk. "Just watch," I told him. I held a hand above the water and concentrated on an image of Superman. Before his very eyes, the water began to take the very shape of him only in a toy size. Jason's eyes went wide with shock.

"How can you do that?" he asked.

"Something happened to me when I was little. Ever since then, I've been able to control water, read minds, and hear like Superman."

"What can you hear right now?"

"Something that's impossible for people to hear?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. I focused my hearing on the city listening for something. Then I heard it. "I heard a squirrel break wind."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that a squirrel tooted," I replied with a grin. Jason began to laugh.

"That's silly."

"Yeah, it's pretty silly," I sighed. I glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand. "Whoa, we need to get you to bed before your mom comes after me." I picked him up in my arms and carried him to his room. I tucked him in his bed and gave him a smooch on the forehead. "Night, Jason."

"Night, Sarah." He snuggled in his bed. I gave him a small smile as I closed the door behind me. I stood by the closed door for a few moments not knowing what to do. Before I knew it, I found myself outside lying on the lawn. I gazed up at the sky where stars winked at me.

"Whenever something's bothering you, I always find you out here," a voice spoke behind me. "Why is that?" I sat up and turned around to find Lois behind me in a pink bathrobe. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, it's alright," I assured her. "I guess I'll explain why. Being outside near a river, a beach, or a stream relaxes me. Somehow, it works."

"Well, I guess I might find myself out here sometime if anything's bothering me," Lois chuckled in amusement as I stood up. There were a few minutes of silence between us.

"You know, you shouldn't smoke, Lois." I reacted to her pulling out a lighter and sticking a cigarette in her mouth. She clicked the lighter, but didn't light the cigarette. Instead, she stood there staring at the flame waiting for something to happen. She cut the fluid in the lighter and stuck both items in her pocket.

"You act similarly to Superman."

"I'm sorry if I do."

"No, no it's fine," she assured me. "The way you've been acting on the yacht yesterday, today at the hospital, and whenever you're around Jason is making me think about what I said to him a few days ago. God, I feel terrible for saying it to him." I was about to ask her what she meant by, but I decided to not pester her about it.

"I'm sure you didn't mean it, Lois." I said.

"No, but that's the thing. I did mean it." She suddenly burst. She walked to the docks and stared at the water. "The look on his face was unbearable." Her voice wavered a little and her eyes were filling up with tears. "I told him that the world doesn't need a savior. And that I don't need one. I was just so upset that he left us alone and defenseless for five years. And now, he's in a hospital in a coma. It's so hard to see him that way. " I went up to her and embraced her in a comforting hug. Lois began to do one thing that I hardly ever see her do. She began to cry. "I wish there was some way that I could tell him that I was wrong."

"Lois, I'm positive that there is a way you can tell him. All you have to do is just wait for the time to come," I said. She let go of me and smiled through her tears that she began to wipe away.

"Even though you and Clark aren't blood relatives, you both are just like each other. He finds a way to help you through the tough times," she said. "You do, too." There was a moment of silence between us. "Let's go inside."

"Sure," I replied.

Just as we began heading to the house, Jason's voice broke the silence. "Good night!" He called out from the second story. We both looked up and saw that he wasn't staring at us. We followed his gaze across the lawn and landed above the river. My breath froze and my heart felt like it had stopped. Floating above the river with the city behind was Clark.

Oh, my God, Lois internally gasped. We were both too stunned to speak. Clark only replied with a small smile at us. "I…" she stammered. "Will we see you around?"

"I'm always around," he replied. "Good night, Lois, miss." He turned and then headed out into the stratosphere. The three of us stood in silence watching him fly off into the night. When there wasn't a sign of him in the sky, we turned and headed inside. Hm... kind of odd hearing my brother calling me 'miss'.

I had a small spring in my step as I walked up the stairs to my room to get ready for a shower. A small piece of paper on my nightstand table, however, caught my eye. I walked over and picked it up. A short note was scribbled in handwriting I knew too well.

Sarah,

Being your brother is beyond better than being a world-known hero. Dad would be so proud of you if he were here to see what a strong and beautiful young woman you have become.

Clark

Even though the letter was really short, it meant a lot to me. I took the note and tacked it onto my felt board next to the pictures of me and Clark took several months before he left. Happiness in me, I headed to the bathroom and took my shower. When I finished, I headed back to my room only to find someone sitting on my bed. I jumped into my brother's warm arms where he greeted me with a warm embrace.