The moment I was back in the Daily Planet building I felt I could breathe easy. I love Martha and I am going to like Edith, but I don't enjoy planning a wedding. There are so many things to think about it. Why does a wedding need a theme? Anyway, I couldn't wait to get in and see Clark and get back to my assignments.

I took the stairs two at a time beat the elevator by five seconds. I burst through the door with a "Hi, Jimmy." I turned to Clark but was met with a strange finger pointed in my direction. Immediately every muscle in my body froze.

The man that pointed at me was barely the height of my waist even without the inch and a half heels. He had to be somewhere around four feet and maybe one of two inches tall. His hair was a sick green color, but it seemed to compliment his sunburned skin.

"Wow! What's that?" The stranger asked.

"That," Clark smirked, "is what is commonly referred to as a girl." He got to his feet and adjusted his coat. "But around here we refer to her as Miss Lane." Pleased to meet... why am I not talking? The funny little man approached me with a curious look on his face. I noticed his outfit looked like something straight out of a science fiction film. He was much better dressed than the terrifying creatures I saw in "Invasion of the Saucer Men." Clark took me earlier this years, it was something we both thought would be different. This little man was wearing a red tunic over a blue long sleeve shirt. He sported a gold belt to hold up his black pants.

"I am very happy to make your acquaintance, Miss Lane," He announced. He seemed very sweet. "I've never seen anyone like you before."

What?

"Well haven't you got some word for your young admirer," Clark poked. Again, I tried to speak or even move. Come on hand... MOVE! Nothing was happening, and I could see that Clark was starting to suspect something.

"Women," Jimmy spoke up instead, "You never know how they are going to act. One time they yak, yak, yak and the next time they won't even say hello."

I will get you for that comment, Olsen. Just as soon as I can move again.

"Just standing there like that," the little man looked to Clark, "she is about the prettiest thing I ever saw... even if she doesn't have green hair."

Awe! Come on Lois, you can move for that right? Nothing.

"Yeah," Clark hesitantly agreed. He was noticing something wasn't right. "Jimmy, will you take Mr. Zero downtown and buy him some clothes, please."

"Oh sure, Mr. Kent," Jimmy agreed. "Would you like that Mr. Zero?"

"Golly, it certainly would be a relief not to be tripping over my trousers."

"Come on, Mr. Zero," Jimmy ushered the little man towards the door.

"Goodbye, Mr. Kent," the stranger said.

"So long, Stoneface," Jimmy teased me. I'll get you for that too, Olsen. Clark closed the door after them.

"Lois, are you alright?" He shook me gently as I came out of that fog I was apparently under. "Lois?"

I could suddenly move again, "I'm alright now, I think." I shook my head and steadied myself.

"What was that all about," he asked.

"Gosh," I exclaimed. "I don't know, Clark. I came in here and that funny little man pointed at me. It was the strangest sensation. I couldn't move or talk!" I turned the subject back to the question at hand, "Who was he?"

Clark's twinkled with mischief as he took me to the couch to sit beside him. Once he was sure I was steady he continued. "He says his name is Zero Zero Zero Minus One, and he just dropped down from Mars."

"Clark," I giggled, "How gullible can you get?"

"That's what the little man said," he replied.

"Don't tell me you believed him," I teased.

"I don't know, Lois," he replied. "But I mean it isn't impossible. I am from a planet that doesn't even exist anymore, so why should I doubt him when he tells me he is from Mars?"

I suddenly felt ashamed for my quick judgment, he had a point. All of Metropolis is proud to have an alien defending them from evil, but it would be hard to swallow the idea that intelligent life is out there and it is so close to home.

"I'm sorry, darling," I laid my hand on his knee. "You are right, we have no reason to doubt him."

"It isn't just that, Lois," he continued. "The Department of Defense said that they sighted an unidentifiable aircraft that even I couldn't find." I stayed silent and listened to him as he formulated an idea. "If what the little man told us was true. If he was banished from Mars just for being measly."

"How cruel," I interjected.

"Yeah," he concurred. "Then they might have brought him down in a rocketship, dumped him, turned right around and gone off again."

"Well, I'd hate to try to sell that idea to the Defense Department," I joked.

"So would I," He agreed. "But right now the thing that concerns me is what happened to you when he pointed his finger at you. Do you suppose he has some weird kind of power?"

"Well, I'll tell you one thing, I felt pretty weird."

He looked at me with concern and curiosity. "I wonder if he does have it?"

"Why shouldn't he," I suggested. "You are pretty powerful thanks to our yellow sun."

"Yes, but he is from Mars which revolves around the same sun we do. So if he does have these powers does he know that he has these powers?"

"I don't know," I whispered. "But he seems sweet and I think Jimmy will enjoy spending time with an alien. He will take his responsibility seriously."

"I know, but-"

I stopped him with a quick kiss. "Just breathe for a minute," I whispered. "I am going to think that you are jealous that another visitor from outer space is stealing the headlines."

He pulled me into his embrace and laid back against the couch. I laid in his arms for about a minute when he seemed to remember something, "How was lunch?"

"It was wonderful," I sighed, "but how do you feel about the theme of our wedding being Newspaper Headlines?"

"Why do we need a theme?"

"I asked the same thing! But your mother insisted that it was necessary."

"Well," he thought, "we do seem to eat and breathe newspaper headlines, so I guess that makes sense."

I quietly giggled, "Your mother said the same thing."

"Are you ready to plan a wedding?" His hand gently caressed my hair.

"No," I sighed, I turned to look him in the eyes. "But I am ready to be married to you."

A smile slowly spread across his face as he pulled me close to kiss me. At that moment Clark's intercom system blared to life with the angry tones of Perry White. "KENT! Where is Lois? She needs to report to me as soon as she gets in. Did you hear that, Kent?"

"Yes sir," Clark had made it to his desk just in time. He replied calmly, "She just got in, sir."

"Well kiss her goodbye and send her to me," the old man ordered.

"Yes, sir," Clark chuckled. We heard the click of Mr. White's intercom.

"Well," I stood, straightened my skirt and met Clark as he rounded the desk. "That's an order." We shared a quick kiss before escorting me to the door.

"I'll see you later," I threw him a smile over my shoulder.

"I'm going to make one more search for that rocketship," he informed me.

"Don't wear yourself out."

I walked in White's office expecting to be met with a harsh bellow but just saw a grown man cutting up a piece of paper. I thought about waiting for him to recognize me, but that would just get me in more trouble.

"You called for me, Chief," I announced myself.

He released a frustrated growl as he slammed down his scissors. "Lois, tell me we have a theme," He huffed.

"What is with everyone and wedding themes?" I sighed.

"I am the one putting up the money," he pointed out. "So I have a right to know what you are planning. It better be front-page worthy."

"I chose headlines," I replied timidly

"What? That is so boring, don't you have any dream wedding ideas?"

"Not really," I shrugged. "I never thought I find someone I love more than a byline."

"Lois," Mr. White huffed. "Well, that is why this needs to be a wedding worthy of Metropolis' power couple."

"Martha and Clark didn't seem to mind the theme. In fact, Martha and her cousin Edith are already working on centerpiece ideas." I tried to defend.

"I guess 'Headlines' will work," he grumbled. "But there is something else I need to address with you."

"Oh?"

"After you are married are you going to continue to work?"

That is the ultimate question. My heart and soul belong to the paper. I would go insane if I suddenly had nothing to do. I could work on the farm with Martha... haha, no! I don't think Clark and I have ever thought about this. I know I love working hand in hand with my man and I'm positive he enjoys work with me.

"Clark and I haven't really talked about it, but I would like to continue working."

"I was hoping you'd say that, but I do believe that is something you and Clark need to work out."

"I will be sure to bring it up with him," I replied timidly.

"Oh, when you go dress shopping be sure to send the invoice."

"Are you sure, sir? I feel like I should pay for something."

"Nonsense," the old man countered. "I'm the one walking you down the aisle, I am the one acting as the father of the bride, so I am the one paying for it."

"I am not going to argue, Chief." I laughed as I stood to my feet and rounded the corner of his desk. "I will accept with grace and say thank you." I kissed his cheeky and bolted for the door.

Author Note:

Thank you all for your love and support for this story. I got really worried that I am changing these characters too much. But I am pleased with where they are going. I am planning to finish this story this year, so please hold me accountable to that.

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