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Chapter 2

Another robbery. Another gang fight. The sun had just fallen yet it seemed that in a matter of only minutes Superman had seen enough problems to last the night. He didn't mind, though. A small part of him was grateful for the immense crime recently, as it gave him the distractions he needed to stop from thinking about Lois and Jason. After Jason had been sent to Richard's office early that day after Lois caught him hanging around Clark's desk, Superman had seen very little of his son. Jason had spent the rest of the day hanging in his father – No, Richard's office. Superman couldn't think of Richard as Jason's father yet, even though he knew that Richard was as much of a father as he was, probably even more so.

Superman sighed, and, not sensing any danger anytime soon, decided to make a little visit.

"Mommy, I don't WANT to sleep!" Jason whined as his mom tried to put his pajamas on him. He'd already tried crying, had tried running away from his dad who had tried to chase him, and had even hid under the bathroom sink in his efforts to prolong his bed time. (A/N: Didn't the rest of you do that as kids?) But, his mommy had found him, and he was now resorting to not cooperating with putting on his pajamas.

Lois groaned. "Jason, please, for the sake of your mother's sanity, please put on your pajamas!" Jason shook his head. Lois was on the verge of crying in exasperation. Then an idea struck her.

"Jason, if you put on your pajamas and get into bed, I'll tell you a story about Superman."

Lois watched as her son's eyes widened in excitement.

"Ok!" Jason quickly let his mommy dress him then ran to his bed before his mother could blink (a power of his father's, though Jason didn't know), and got under the covers, waiting patiently.

Lois laughed and got up from her knees. She should've known earlier mentioning Superman would do the trick. She went over to Jason's bed, made sure the covers were tight around him, and sat down on the edge.

"Once upon a time, there was a far off planet called Krypton. Nice people lived there. One day, a man sent his son to Earth, sensing the need of a savior. His son was a little boy, and two very nice people found the boy and raised him. (A/N: I've never watched the original Superman movies, but let's say in my story that Superman explained the story to her of his origin on Earth before the entire Canada thing, just changed a few details; I have no idea if this is true but, yeah) He grew up to be Superman, and helped many people in the world. One day, he met a girl. This girl was amazed by him, and fell in –." Lois paused as she noticed that Jason had fallen asleep. She smiled, got up slowly, and softly kissed him on the forehead, turning off his bedside lamp. Lois quietly walked out of the room. She didn't notice Richard there, and bumped into him.

Richard had been standing there the entire time as she told the story. The way Lois had talked about Superman with such a tender voice annoyed Richard, and he wondered what the rest of her story would've been had Jason not fallen asleep so fast. Even though Lois had told him she didn't love Superman, he still didn't like hearing her talk about him, and it didn't help that Superman was the only thing Jason wanted to talk about. He smiled at Lois.

"He's asleep?" Richard whispered as they walked across the hall to their room. Lois smiled. "Yes. Amazing how fast he fell, isn't it?" She walked into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom, and closed the door.

Richard had wanted to mention something about Superman, but decided against it. He didn't really care that much right now.

Superman flew until a familiar site came into view. A soft sigh of relief slipped from his lips as he flew down into his mother's home. He didn't worry about Ben seeing him, knowing that Ben was out of town for the next few days. He slipped into an open window and looked around the old, familiar family room.

"Mom?" He called out. Martha Kent stepped out of the kitchen, and a big smile crossed her face as she saw her son standing there. It was always a relief to see him safe. The worry she felt knowing her son was out saving the world had only increased since the entire fiasco a few days previous. She didn't think she'd ever been so scared in her life when she had heard of her son being in the hospital, having had fallen from the sky. She had rushed to the city, but could only stay outside of the hospital with everyone else. After all, she couldn't exactly say she was Superman's mother, could she?

"Hi sweetheart," Martha said, giving her son a hug and motioning for him to sit on the couch. Clark loved the feeling he got every time he sat on that old, frumpy couch, in his childhood home, with his mom next to him. It felt familiar, a constant notice that whatever was going on, he had a place to come home to.

"Hey mom."

Martha noticed the somber expression that quickly passed her son's face and her motherly "something's wrong" instincts perked up.

"What's wrong, Clark?"

Clark sighed miserably and turned to his mother. "It's just…"Clark paused, and Martha laid a hand on his suit-clad shoulder. Clark decided right then to come out and tell his mother the truth. "Mom, you remember Lois Lane, right?"

Martha thought for a second, confused, then slowly nodded. She recalled that it was Lois Lane whom his son had fancied, and everyone had known that Superman and Lois had some sort of relationship before his sudden departure.

"Well," Clark continued. "I got back and I found out that Lois is engaged and has a son…" Clark trailed off again, looking out the window. Martha thought back and remembered the little boy that had held onto Lois for dear life as they had left the hospital. Something about that boy had seem so familiar…

Realization struck.

"Clark, is that boy your…"

Clark turned to face his mother. "My son? Yes."

Martha gasped. She had known that Superman and Lois had been close, but had not realized how far their relationship had gone. That didn't matter though. Suddenly, all the pieces fell in place. That boy had been an exact image of Clark as a small child, and she now understood why her son's personality had alternated so since the previous time they had talked.

"Oh, Clark…"

Clark's eyes began to tear and he rested his head against his mother's shoulder. "His name is Jason, mom. I…I never knew. Before I left, I… when I told Lois the truth about who I was, she took it not as well I hoped, so I made her forget…and I left. I never thought that this was a possibility…and so I wasn't there…" He closed his eyes as a tear fell down his cheek. "She has someone, mom. Richard White, her fiancé. Mom, Jason calls him daddy,"

Martha closed her eyes, pained to see her son in so much pain of his own. She understood how much hearing his son call another man daddy must have hurt. There was nothing better, in her opinion, then hearing your child call you mom or dad. She shrugged off her thoughts and listened to Clark.

"And I'm not mad that Jason calls him that. I mean, I was gone, and I don't think Lois had known, and Richard did raise him. Richard is more his father than I am. And, Lois, she told me when I was in the coma, but, how can I be apart of his life? I can't exactly say, 'I'm Clark Kent and Superman'. I can't do that. But I want to be apart of his life so badly, but what if I can't. What if?"

Martha cleared her throat, causing Clark to raise his head and look at her. Martha put a finger under his chin. "Clark Kent, don't you think that. Have you talked to Lois?" Martha paused to see his reaction. When Clark flustered, she smiled triumphantly, and continued. "You have to talk to Lois. Really talk to her. Maybe she wants you to be in his life, after all, she wouldn't have said anything otherwise, would she have? You must hear her out."

Martha got up from her seat and stood in front of Clark, motioning for him to do the same. Clark got up, and Martha gave him a stern look.

"I don't want to see you again until you settle this out with Lois, understood?"

Clark nodded. Besides Lois, Martha Kent was the only woman who could put Superman in his place and make a superhero cower like a child.

"Thank you, mom." Clark gave his mom a hug and turned to leave.

"Oh, Clark? One more thing," Clark turned to look at his mom.

Martha smiled warmly. "Get me a picture of my grandson, okay? And bring him by when you get the chance."

Clark grinned back and nodded. "You got it."

Martha watched as her son flew off into the dark night sky. Oh how she hoped things would turn out for him the way they should.

A/N: I understand that Clark may seem a bit emotional right now, but after all, it is his son and everything. But things will lighten up soon!