Wow! 20 chapters already! This is amazing!

Thank you for your reviews to the latest chapter, they really motivated me to write more and go on, which I immensely appreciate.

Disclaimer, which I apparently always forget: I don't own Superman, but I do own Sarah Wilson.


Chapter 20 - Birds and Bees

It's been almost two weeks since Sarah learned the truth about Clark, and honestly, these two weeks had probably been the best of her life. Not only does she now understand Clark almost fully, but there is nothing between them. No barrier, no lies, no secrets. Just honesty. And love.

Clark showed her the Fortress of Solitude, as he called it, and to say she was in awe would be an understatement. She was mesmerized. Not just because of the technology, but because of the culture, and mainly, because she finally understood Clark better.

He showed her the statues of his biological parents, Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van, and she didn't miss the watery look in his eyes. She knew he must be hurting every single day, yet he still manages to go through it, push past it, and live his live. And she's immensely proud of him for that.

But what intrigued her the most was not the fact that aliens exist, or that she has a chance to learn about their culture. What intrigued her the most was that Clark, literally the most powerful being in the world, who had the power to make even the most powerful metahumans piss their pants, was still the selfless, humble, caring, sweet and dorky farmboy she's grown to love. The last survivor of his species, who doesn't let that stop him, and cares about the people of Earth just like his own. His physical strength may not be outmatched, but his character easily outshines it.

As for Clark, he's never felt happier in his entire life. Everything was perfect. He still wonders how in the world was he able to find someone like Sarah. A girl so brave and independent, yet so caring and compassionate.

For as long as he can remember, Clark's always felt alone. Even with his parents and friends like Chloe, Lana or Pete, he still felt like there was something missing. But now.. now he feels whole, as if for the first time in his life. And he was incredibly happy for it. For her.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Sarah, who took his glasses from his nose and checked them over. He chuckled and asked her what was she doing.

„Do you really need those glasses?" she curiously asked.

„I do and I don't," at her confused expression, he elaborated, „my eyesight is better than 20/20, I can see from miles away, but I have other vision powers. And when I first developed them, which wasn't such a long time ago, I had problem with controlling them. These glasses help me with it. And if one of those powers activates itself when I didn't mean it to, the glasses will be able to stop it," he explained.

Sarah just nodded and went to examining the glasses. „What vision powers do you have, actually?"

„Eh.. I think this is a conversation for another day," he said sheepishly.


Lex Luthor was working in his office when his phone rang. He reached for it and answered.

„Luthor," he said coolly.

„Mr. Luthor, change of plans. I will be able to deliver the machine to you within 2 months, if you wish," came the squeaking voice of none other than Toyman himself.

Luthor answered with a grin. „Very well, Toyman. Call me when the machine is ready."

He didn't even give Toyman the time to reply, for after he finished the sentence, he hung up.

„MERCY!" he yelled out. A few seconds later, a very pretty brunette with sparkling green eyes wearing dark grey pencil skirt and white blouse came marching through the door, a notebook in her hand.

„Yes, Mr. Luthor?" she asked calmly.

„Does Kent still write for that school paper of his? What's it called? The Fire or something?" he asked.

She seemed to be thinking for a bit, but then, she answered with a level of certainty in her voice that would make everyone believe everything she said.

„The Torch. And yes, I believe he does."

Luthor then grinned coldly, which caused Mercy to have a chill run down her spine.

„Good. I want you to offer him a summer internship at the Daily Planet here in Metropolis. Got it?"

Mercy knew better than to question her boss, although she already had an idea what this would be about. She nodded, opened her notebook and marked it down.

After she left the office, Luthor relaxed in his chair and smiled. With Kent in Metropolis, he would have a perfect weapon against everyone who'd dare to oppose him.


It was Thursday evening, and Clark and Sarah were currently curled up in the Fortress, with a heavy blanket over them, cuddling and having a Harry Potter movie marathon. Sarah, who is apparently a Potterhead, decided that she would correct everything that happened in the books differently, much to Clark's amusement.

At first, Sarah was a little surprised that Clark had a fully functioning living room in the fortress, but upon testing the couch, she decided she didn't care. Yes, the couch is that comfortable.

„I still don't get why Harry's parents look so old, bloody hell, they were 21 when they died!" she exclaimed, and Clark started laughing.

„Bloody hell? Since when is the word bloody in your vocabulary?" he asked, a trace of laugh could be still heard in his voice.

She untangled herself from him and punched him into his shoulder, he didn't even wince. At least she knows now why's he immune to her shoulder punches.

„Shut up," she mumbled and curled up into his chest again.


A few hours later, Clark scooped Sarah in his arms (who admittedly liked it) and took her home. Normally, he would be there within a few seconds, but since he had a very human (and very beautiful, but not that it mattered right now) passenger, he took some precautions, and decided to run slower than he normally would.

If I finally learned how to fly, damn it... he thought.

He found himself in front of the Wilsons' house sooner than he expected, maybe because he was lost in thought. Yeah, that would be probably it.

He gently laid Sarah down, although he knew she could do it herself, but he didn't care at the moment. A few seconds later, the front door opened and out came Sarah's aunt, Ria, who gently smiled at the sight of them.

Sarah looked down into Sarah's steely blue eyes which looked back at him with the same intensity and adoration. He smiled gently and slowly leaned down to give her a gentle kiss.

Every kiss they had felt the same to Clark – a surge of electricity ran through his entire body. Sarah's reaction was very similar in this area. She's always surprised at how soft Clark's lips are, and how gentle his kisses are. She enjoyed it nonetheless.

She's always marveled at how gentle his kisses were, and now she marvels even more. And yet, she knows the answer. He's afraid of hurting her, afraid of losing control. She can't even begin to imagine what it was like for him. To always hold back. To live in a constant fear of hurting somebody.

When they broke apart, Sarah's eyes were still closed. „See you tomorrow?" he asked gently, his deep voice as soothing as ever.

She hummed quietly, knowing they would have to break apart soon, but stalling it as much as she could.

After a few seconds, Sarah leaned away and gave him a peck on the cheek.

„See you tomorrow."

Clark gave her a smile and then started walking into the opposite direction to the Kent farm. When Sarah stopped staring at his ass, she turned around and made her way over to her house, not missing the look her aunt, who was standing right next to the door, gave her.


„Clark, a word, please?" asked Martha, who was currently in the living room with Jonathan.

Clark, who was currently in his bedroom, heard the sound of his mother's voice and came downstairs, where he leaned on the wall with his arms crossed.

„Yeah?"

His parents made their way over to the kitchen, where both of them sat and gestured for him to sit opposite them. Clark had a feeling that this won't be a conversation he's going to enjoy.

Hesitantly, he sat down and looked at his parents with a questioning look. Jonathan and Martha looked at each other, apparently having some kind of an eye conversation, which wasn't that surprising, given the fact that they know each other better than themselves. Finally, they looked at him.

„Clark, we know you've been dating Sarah a long time, and you've been spending a lot of time together these past few weeks, much more than before," started Martha carefully, at Clark's nod, she continued, „and we also know that both of you are teenagers, and that you're going to try new things."

Clark was still confused, and apparently, his parents saw it in his expression, because they Jonathan decided to elaborate further.

„Son, we did the same thing when we were your age. But, even though we know you are.." he couldn't find the right word, „special," he decided that this would be the most appropriate, „we still want you to use a condom."

If Clark had any water in his mouth, he was 100% sure he would start choking on it right at this moment. His eyes widened and he looked at his parents with a shocked expressions.

After a few seconds, he finally got his ability to talk again, yet his eyes were still widened.

„W-what?"

Both of his parents had a sympathetic expression on their faces.

„We know that—"

Clark cut his father off. „For God's sake, Pa. We haven't done anything! Yet... Are you really giving me the birds and bees talk?" he asked, surprised, yet both of his parents saw the amusement behind the inhumane orbs. Nonetheless, he continued.

„I've been spending a lot of time with Sarah because I finally told her the truth. About me. About my powers. About my heritage," he said. His parents looked at him with shocked expressions, and he knew he had to elaborate.

„Remember, about two weeks ago, when Killer Croc broke out of Belle Reve and came here for revenge or something?" He asked them, and when they nodded, he continued. „Well, I was supposed to have a dinner date with Sarah, where I decided I would tell her everything. I wanted to be honest with her," he said, his eyes getting a little bit misty.

His parents gave him an encouraging look. „Well, Croc came, Sarah was not here yet. He punched me once, twice, I didn't budge, didn't do anything, and he apparently smelled her coming or something, because he started saying something along the lines of that if he can't hurt me physically, he'll hurt me in other ways," his parents looked at him in even greater shock than before. They both knew he remembers the conversation word after word, and they both knew him well enough to know that he wished he didn't remember the conversation at all.

„And so.. I lost it.. a little. I punched him, not at full strength, of course, but hard enough for him to fly into the barn," he said, and Jonathan chuckled at that. Martha smacked him upside the head, and he just shrugged and grinned, „and Sarah saw it all. Well, almost all. So I took her in and told her everything. I was afraid. I was losing my shit," he had the decency to look sheepish after the scolding look Martha sent him.

„It was hard. Telling her everything. About Krypton. About its destruction. About Jor-El's and Lara's sacrifices. But she supported me, helped me go through it, and in that moment, I was 1 842% sure I am in love with her. Which I am. I feel whole for the first time in my life, and frankly, I have no idea why did I just tell you everything when you wanted to talk to me about sex," he finished lamely.

Both of his parents just laughed. All three of them stood up and hugged each other tightly, like a real family.

„Well, I guess she is a part of the family now," said Jonathan after they broke apart.


Thank you for reading this chapter. I have some big plans for Clark's summer (this chapter takes place approximately in the middle of May).

By the way, I'm thinking about writing a Harry Potter story from the Marauders Era concentrating on James and Lily - probably just a one-shot, but I want to know if you would be interested? :)