Hi. So, I'm here with yet another chapter, and I enjoyed writing this one very much, so I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Superman or anything related to it, except for my OC(s), who is a badass on her own.


Chapter 23 - Up, Up...

„Clark, what are you doing?"

Clark's concentration was broken by none other than his girlfriend, who came to the Kent Farm to say goodbye to the Kryptonian in question, as he is leaving today to Metropolis to start his internship with the Metropolitan newspaper, the Daily Planet.

Clark sighed and turned around, where the, in his eyes, georgeous petite woman was currently looking at him with the expression of expectation, as if waiting for an explanation. Well, explanation is probably what she is currently aiming for.

„Hey, beautiful," Clark smiled gently at her as she came closer to him, enveloping him in a hug. She looked up at him, teasing expression adorning her face.

„Beautiful, Clark? Really? This is the best you could think of?" she teased, and Clark didn't even suppress the urge to smile.

„Just roll with it. You are beautiful," he answered as he leaned down and captured his lips in hers. Sarah immediately deepened the kiss. It always felt the same for her. The tingle in her stomach that she gets each and every time she sees him, suddenly erupts and creates a tornado of butterflies and fireworks exploding all at once.

After she broke the kiss for the lack of air, she looked at him with the expectant expression on her face.

„Now, I know you can hold your breath for hours, handsome," she said pointedly, „but care to explain what were you doing here before I came?"

Clark just shrugged, broke the hug and turned around, looking at the vast cornfields of Smallville.

„I've been trying to learn how to fly for months. I know my body is mature enough, and I know I've developed this power already. I can feel it. I just.. I can't," he looked at her and took off his glasses, releasing the beautiful blue eyes Sarah loves, „I don't know why."

He looked so sad about it, even though it's nothing to worry about. She could see it's important to him, though, and she decided she would do something about it. Now.

„Alright, Clark. I'm gonna help you," she said, her voice laced with determination and a little bit of excitement.

She smiled gently at Clark's confused expression and put her hand on his cheek. „It's important to you. And if it's important to you, then it's important to me. Now, do as I say."

Clark looked dumbfounded, but nodded anyway. She stepped away from him and started with instructions.

„Now, I need you to focus, Clark. Focus on my voice. Focus on the ground," as Sarah was speaking, Clark gently lowered himself to the ground, one knee was right in his chest, while the other was on the gorund, „I need you to focus on the air, on the sunlight pulsing through your veins. I need you to focus on what you want to do," she spoke gently while Clark put his fists on the ground.

She could see he was concentrating very hard.

„That's good, Clark. Focus. Imagine yourself flying with the birds. Imagine yourself hovering in the air. Imagine yourself flying across the sky, reaching beyond the sky."

At this, the dirt on the ground started hovering, and Sarah would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised.

„Y-you might n-need to step back.. a-a little bit," grunted Clark, and Sarah, who knew better, immediately backed away from him. Not even three seconds later, she heard the ground cracking and saw something unbelievable.

With a mighty crack, Clark took off into the sky, leaving a surprised Sarah, a cracked ground (even with the grass and dirt on it), and lastly, a sonic boom.

It's one thing to say that your boyfriend is able to fly, and it's completely another thing seeing it. Now, she couldn't see him exactly, since he was probably miles above her, but the sonic booms echoing around the entire town was as good as hint as any.

Sarah waited patiently, knowing that he was most likely enjoying his power. And she was right.

Clark soared through the sky, feeling free and happy. The feeling was excrutiating, the air bending around him as he cut his way across, leaving sonic booms behind him. It's a feeling unlike any other he's ever felt before. He's not sure if Kryptonians had adrenaline in their bodies, but if they did, that's exactly how Clark thinks it would feel.

He was now reaching the outer orbit, as he didn't realize that he was flying higher and higher. When he looked around and saw the Sun in the distance, facing the Earth, the white orb that gives him and every single being on Earth life, he felt content. As his body absorbed the unfiltered sunlight, he felt more powerful than ever before, which is saying a lot.

Realizing he's been there for much longer than he intended to, he quickly made his way back to the Kant Farm in Smallville, Kansas, where his girlfiend and parents are waiting for him.

Sarah heard a sonic boom and immediately knew that her boyfriend was coming back. After a few seconds, she felt the air around her bristle and the presence of another being behind her. Smiling softly to herself, she turned around and faced the Kryptonian, whose face would surely hurt from smiling this broadly if he weren't invulnerable.

He gently lowered himself into the ground and hugged her tightly to him, though not too tight, as he had a suspicion that he may have supercharged his cells a little bit. He gently kissed the top of her head and if Sarah didn't see, she thought it would be impossible, but his grin even widened.

Everytime we touch, I get this feeling, and everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly," he sung, and Sarah punched his shoulder.

„Really, Kent? Ruining this perfect moment by singing Cascada? And how in the world do you know the lyrics?" asked Sarah, her tone teasing and eyes smiling.

Clark shrugged, a hint of mischief in his eyes. „That's for me to know and for you to find out."

Sarah rolled her eyes at his response, even though she was smiling. She put her hand behind his head, tangled his raven locks in it, and pulling him down for a kiss.

„I think your parents are waiting for us," she said after they broke apart.


And true to her word, the Kents were waiting for Clark on the front porch. Or, at least, one of the Kents, as Martha was currently in the house, for reasons unknown. It was currently 9:30AM, and Clark was supposed to be at the Planet in 9:45 sharp.

„Clark, uh..," said Jonathan, a confused expression on his face, „I think you need a change of clothes."

At this, the front door of the house opened and out stepped Martha Kent herself, clad in her usual attire of old jeans, white t-shirt and a cardigan.

„Why would he need a change of—OH," she stopped mid-sentence, for she looked at Clark and knew what her husband meant.

Clark's clothes, a white t-shirt and jeans, were ripped in many places, and were those burnmarks?

„Clark Joseph Kent, what in the world have you done with your clothes?" Martha asked, surprise clear in her voice.

At this, Sarah burst out laughing, soon followed by Clark, Jonathan, and in the end, Martha, even though Jonathan and Martha had no idea what they were laughing about.

„Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend, and your son, Clark Kent, a Kryptonian who mastered the ability to fly."

Jonathan's eyes, just like Sarah's, Martha's and Clark's smiles, widened. „You finally learned how to fly?"

Clark shrugged and looked at Sarah, who had a smug expression on her face, though if you looked into her eyes, you would see that she was genuinely happy for Clark, and the smug expression was just teasing. Clark put his arms around Sarah's shoulders and brought her to him, who blushed, seeing that Clark's t-shirt was ripped in many places, including the area of his abdomen, revealing the 8-pack he had underneath. She still couldn't understand how she didn't notice it before.

Oh, yeah, she could. She was too preoccupied looking dreamily at his broad smile.

Clark then super-sped into the house, and a few seconds later, he came back, dressed in another jeans, black AC/DC t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket, given to him by his father about 2 years ago for his 15th birthday (the jacket used to be too big on him, but now, standing at 6'5", the jacket fit him perfectly).

After saying their goodbyes, which consisted of many hugs, kisses on the cheeks (from his mother), normal kisses (from Sarah), and a promise to call and come to visit as soon as he could, Clark started running in the direction of Metropolis, where a new chapter of his life awaits.


James Olsen, called Jimmy by friends, the star-photographer of the Daily Planet and sometimes-an-assistant-to-Lois-Lane-and-Perry-White was currently sitting on his desk and editing the newest pictures, when the elevator doors opened and out came an extremely tall and muscular man, wearing glasses and an AC/DC t-shirt with a leather jacket.

Jimmy couldn't help but look at the man, who had nothing to do here, for this is the floor reserved only for the employees of the Daily Planet. Quickly, he stood up from his desk-chair and made his way over to him. The guy looked a little bit lost, and hey, he did have a few questions for him. You learn that stuff when you work alongside Lois Lane for 2 years.

He approached the man, who was still wearing that confused look, and decided to introduce himself first.

„Hi, my name's James Olsen. Who are you and why are you here?" he asked, and yeah, it may sounded a little bit harsh and suspicious, but it seemed to have worked, for the man has finally broken out of his confused daze and looked at Jimmy.

And yeah, Jimmy would be lying if he said that the man didn't look intimidating, with jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes, which seemed a bit dimmed by the glasses, and what Jimmy guess was at least 225 pounds of solid muscle.

The man didn't look that much intimidating for long, because right then, he smiled at Jimmy warmly, and Jimmy couldn't help but get the feeling that he could trust this man.

„Hi, my name's, uh, Clark Kent, and I'm the new intern here? Could you please show me to the Editor-In-Chief's office?" he asked politely.

Jimmy's eyes widened and he literally facepalmed. „Oh, right, the new intern. I'm sorry, I totally forgot. Yeah, yeah. The Editor's office is that way, just follow the sound of utter depression, yelling and Elvis," he even pointed his finger at the direction where the Editor's office was.

The man, Clark, chuckled, thanked him and quickly made his way over to the direction of the Editor's office.

„The intern, huh," Jimmy mumbled, and decided to sit back in his chair and continue with the editing of his pictures.


Perry White, who didn't like his last name very much, and also, coincidentally, didn't like the newest assistant, for his old one, Sally, was on paternity leave, was trying very hard not to call her and insist that she come back. Seriously, why is it so hard to find good employees in this century? The last good hire he's made was the Olsen kid with the knack for photography.

He was broken out of his thoughts by a gentle knock on the door. „Come in," he said, and not even a second later, the door opened and in came an extremely tall man, wearing brown leather jacket, and a t-shirt of, based on the font, some metal band.

„And you are?" asked Perry.

The man smiled. „Hi, my name's Clark Kent, and I'm the new intern here? I was said to come into your office first thing in the morning," he said, and Perry's eyes dawned with realization.

Of course, the Kent kid. Based on the work he's read, and the fact that the kid was from some Nowheresville in Kansas, he exptected something.. different. A short, stocky kid with acne, for example, but not this.

Well, Perry thought, my expectations have been raised.

Perry slowly stood up and reached out his hand for a handshake, which the kid immediately took. Perry winced. The Kent kid had a really strong grip.

„Alright, Kent. Sit down," after he sat down, Perry continued, „I've read some of your work. And I've gotta say, it's good. You have potential. A lot of potential. But if you want to be an investigative reporter someday, you'll have to have more than that. You'll have to be brave, daring, stubborn, and most importantly, you'll have to want to share the truth to the world."

Perry didn't miss the sudden flick of.. nervousness? Or was it fear? in the boy's eyes, but he decided to ignore it. For now.

„Yes, sir."

Perry smiled. He liked the kid already. He didn't call him chief. Let's hope Olsen won't corrupt him. Much.

„Alright, Kent. Now, as mentioned in the letter the Planet has sent you, we can offer you housing, or, if you have somewhere to live, you can live there. I don't care as long as you come here at 8AM and leave at 5PM. Got it?"

Kent smiled and nodded.

Good, thought Clark, I can just run/fly home every night. It's not like it's far from Metropolis.. that much.

„Good. You'll do the basic things. Copy, edit grammar errors – don't give me that look, Kent, I've seen your work, and I know no one edited it for you, so don't shit with me. Now, back to the topic at hand, you'll also help any reporter with anything they need, be it paperwork or research, though don't help much with the paperwork, especially Lane, she won't be afraid to manipulate you.

As for the research, you'll know what to do. I hope."

Clark nodded, and Perry noticed that the kid wasn't writing anything down. Either the kid had an amazing memory or he'd be pretty much screwed. Perry stood up, followed by Kent, and shook his hand.

„Oh, and by the way, the t-shirt and jeans won't cut it. This is a professional newspaper, for the love of Elvis! And since you're going to move around here a lot, wear some comfy shoes, too, since I'm pretty sure that Lois is going to give you one hell of a cardio with her coffee obsession. Welcome to the planet, Kent."


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By the way, we've reached 50 000 words in this story, which, I gotta say, it's awesome!:)

'Till next time, sweethearts :* :D