Chapter 4
"Clark, your son, your geeky farm-boy turned star reporter?" Lois said. "Ring any bells?"
"Lois, in 1989 you told me I had a son named Clark, but Jonathan and I never had any children," Martha said. "With the meteor shower destroying a good chunk of our farm… we didn't have the money to adopt like we were hoping."
"No," Lois said. "No, you adopted Clark. Don't tell me my time travelling trip erased Clark."
"Unless… that little boy you have here, do you think he was the boy that I was going to adopt?" Martha said. "But you brought him forward in time."
Lois looked down at mini-Clark, staring at his green-blue eyes. Now that Martha mentioned it, the boy did look really familiar. But this little boy here couldn't even speak English. Surely a three-year-old Clark would know English. He didn't have that little brain cells. And Clark would have mentioned about being from another country, wouldn't he?
"I don't think he's Clark," Lois said.
"You call him mini-Clark," Martha pointed out.
"Well, that's because… I met my Clark in a similar way," Lois said. "In the middle of a cornfield with him being stark naked." Looking at Martha's expression, Lois added, "He was struck by lightning and he had amnesia. I don't think he was quite himself."
"Well, I can watch over him if you would like," Martha said.
"That would be great, fantastic," Lois said. She then left the Kent farm but meanwhile a thought kept racing in her thoughts—was that little boy actually Clark Kent? What if Martha was right and she seriously changed the past? If Clark never existed, what else would change? Was he still working at the Daily Planet?
Lois decided to head to the Daily Planet to check for herself. Maybe… maybe Clark just got adopted by another family and he was going by a whole other name altogether. Was that it?
When Lois reached the Daily Planet, she found someone sitting at her desk again. "Not this again," Lois muttered. She approached the woman at her desk—she had yet to see her face—and she crossed her arms. "What the hell do you think you're doing in my desk? What is this? Steal Lois' desk day?"
The woman turned to face her. Lois' jaw dropped.
"Chloe?"