AN: I've just had a craving to update this fic a lot. I'll probably not update it for a couple of weeks after this chapter unless there's a huge demand for it 😊 Thanks for taking the time to read it.

Chapter Three

Lois smiled as she reached out for the chow mein. It was cold but she didn't care. Anything would taste good right now. She looked to the new-Clark and smiled as she kissed his cheek and wrapped the sheets around herself. She saw him position himself as he looked at her, his body still had such an impressive physique and she could see him in the way he moved and especially in his facial expression.

"So, what are you? Other than…you know, gorgeous," she smiled to him as she sat down at a chair and faced him, wanting to know anything and everything about his new second chance at life.

"I'm…a man who cares a great deal about you," Clark said as he got up, "I'm a man who loves you unconditionally. I'm a man who would sacrifice anything for the chance to be with you and our son."

"Well," Lois laughed as she kissed him and smiled, pushing some strands of hair behind her own ear. "I know all of that. I mean…I know that you're not Hispa-"

"You mean what the racial makeup of this body is," Clark said as he sat up and stared in front of him. He sighed before pushing his back against the wall and watched her. She still seemed to be looking at him with the same love in her eyes despite the outside appearance being extremely different. "I'm half-Caucasian American," he told her and Lois nodded slowly, "I'm also half-" he waited and Lois paused realizing she must seem too eager to want to know the next part.

She didn't mean to pressure him, that wasn't what she wanted.

"I'm half-Korean," he told her finally and Lois blinked in surprise. She had been right about him having Asian traits and now that he had admitted that to her, she felt a lot more settled. It didn't matter if he was a centaur, half-horse and half-man, she was committed to loving him. "I'm going by the name Chris Kwon."

Lois raised an eyebrow as she looked at him and nodded. Wasn't that just too similar to Clark Kent. "Mhmm," she said as she came to sit next to him and pushed his thick and luscious hair back. She kissed his lips passionately. "That just might seem like too much of a coincidence."

"Look at me," Clark told her as he gestured, "Nobody would ever look at me and think that I'm Clark Kent. I mean, that possibility doesn't even seem…nobody would see past my race anyway, even you haven't really." He sighed, "It's brutal, I never realized how brutal. With all those stories and articles that I've written, I was always doing it from the male Caucasian perspective I didn't know about the racism that exists…everywhere."

"You should know that doesn't matter to me," Lois said as she put a hand on his chest, not wanting to see him becoming upset. She could finally be with him again. She was wondering though what he had been through for those things to become triggers. He looked like a regular normal, very attractive and seductive, handsome guy.

"Well, to me, you're perfect but you do need a mask or something," she said as she let her fingers spread over his cheek. "Before you could get by with a pair of glasses but I think we need to do something a little….more creative especially since you'll be with me."

"I'll be with you?" he asked and Lois sighed.

"Well eventually you will be," she tried to persuade him, she wasn't going to let his stubbornness win over her own. "I mean, we'll just say I'm training you or mentoring you first of all. Sew the seeds if you want. Then over time, things will develop and….and I'll just be called a cougar but that's fine."

"Making me the luckiest guy in the world," he said with a smile and she wrapped her arms around him.

"Hold me," she whispered the request as she nuzzled his neck affectionately, having missed this time with the Kryptonian. He brought them back to the bed, embracing her close to him and pressing kisses onto her exposed back. Everything was better when they were together.

…..

…..

Clark had never really slept in this late before. When he had been young, he had been up as early as possible so that he could help his dad doing chores around the farm. He had become accustomed to waking up late. He could recharge in less time than it would take most people. However, being in the familiar bed with the smell of his wife surrounding him, Clark had been able to enjoy sleeping in. He looked to the side and saw a note from Lois saying that she was going out and he should stay in the bedroom until she got back.

He blinked surprised but then heard Johnathan crying. Lois hadn't taken him with her? She couldn't have meant that he should just let their son cry, could she? As he picked up a robe that he had brought over the previous night and some slippers, he went into the kitchen area and froze. He should have tried to be more alert.

He had not expected to see his parents there. His parents who still believed that he was dead. His parents who were staring at him in complete shock.

"Hello, there?" Martha asked slowly as she studied him. "I'm sorry. Lois didn't tell us that she had company over."

Clark nodded slowly, trying to figure out how to explain this to them. He hadn't prepared himself for this moment but they deserved to know. Had Lois invited them out of the belief that he could take opportunity of this chance.

"I'm sorry," his father said turning to him, "You understand English, right? You can speak it?"

"Ye-Yeah, sorry," Clark said as he attempted to get his brain to start working. He looked at them, "I'm sorry."

"Johnathan," Martha scolded as she batted at him. "Leave the poor man alone, he's intimidated enough as it is. I would think that he knows English. Sorry about him, did you want to get changed and then I can prepare you breakfast," she told him as she got up and Johnathan spoke again.

"It's an easy mistake to make," he replied trying to defend his statement, "I wouldn't have expected Lois to date someone Oriental though."

Martha stared at him, "Asian-American," she attempted to correct him before turning to the new-Clark who looked horrified. "At least, I'm guessing so. Forgive me if I'm wrong," she said and turned to her husband. She really hoped that they didn't offend the man in front of them.

"I'm not who you think I am," he said as he looked at his father feeling a little hurt because he had never imagined his father would act that way towards him. It was unsettling. "It's going to be very hard to believe but….you wake up at four every morning without fail, you've been doing so since you the farm from your father," he said and Johnathan nodded. "You always told your son that he didn't need to get up but he always did because you were his hero, you are his hero."

"I had a very special son," the older man nodded. He exchanged looks with Martha wondering whether this man had been told all of this by Lois.

"Your son, you taught him to be kind and look out for others but you also tried to help him by telling him not to show his powers. You were scared that he would be locked up and experimented on. You didn't want that life for him. When he was young, there was a news article about someone who scientists believed was an alien and there were gruesome images, after that you took Clark out on a camping trip, you encouraged him to use his powers and be special because nobody was around and you taught him how others wouldn't be acceptant of that. If Clark had been normal, he would have been hurt after he fell down the cliff. You thought you lost him but he flew out."

Johnathan continued staring at him but lifted his coffee, his eyes wide. "How do you know all of that?" he asked and the new Clark looked down before turning to Martha.

"You helped Clark with his costume, spent so many hours sewing. You had the symbol from the blanket he was wrapped in as an infant. When he was held at trial, you both said that he was the best son you could have asked for. The pain of the vaporization," he said slowly, "wasn't as bad as the knowledge that I - that he would never see you again."

"Clark?" Martha asked as she looked at him. He was so different but the slip had caught her by surprise. She looked at him and watched him, seeing him nod. She blinked as she took in the new body. "How? How is that possible?"

"Why did you change your appearance?" Johnathan asked, "It's strange seeing you as -"

"Oriental?" Clark asked and Martha reached out to take his hands, seeing the silent pain on his face.

"I'm sorry about that," Johnathan apologized and Martha looked at her son with a mother's smile. She squeezed his hands.

"Honey," Martha whispered as she brushed his hair back lovingly. "Don't ever think that we wouldn't love you. Remember, we found you knowing that you were from another planet and we still decided to take you in and raise you as our own. No matter how you looked at that time. You were an innocent child and we wanted to take care of you, we would still have wanted to take care of you if your appearance had been this way."

"Thanks, Mom" he whispered before looking at his father who obviously regretted the wording that he had chosen. "Thanks, Dad" he said honestly and Johnathan nodded. "I was able to return to the world of the living but only because of some ancient rules and customs. One of those being that you have to take on a significant change so that the body cannot be truly recognized, this was the choice that I made."

"Well," Martha said as she stood up to get her son something to eat. "You still look gorgeous. I mean, there must be something in you that allows you to look so attractive and I'm happy that you're here. I'm happy that Lois knows, she does know, right?"

"I do know what?" Lois asked as she entered with a few bags of groceries. She looked at them before walking over to Clark in shock. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked and he nodded. "Johnathan, Martha," she said as she looked to them each in turn. "I want to introduce you to…"

"We know, honey," Martha said and Clark squeezed Lois's hand.

"They do know. It's okay. I feel they've accepted me as I am now," he smiled to her before seeing his dad looking down in horror. He had grown up using certain words and there wasn't that much diversity in Smallville but he should have known better. He didn't know how his words had come across. All he wanted for his son was his continued happiness.

"Good," Lois smiled in relief as she kissed his cheek. "That's really good. They can help us figure out how to proceed from here."

End of Chapter Three

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