On to chapter two. I did my best to capture the bumbling Clark Kent, but I'm not sure I got it quite right. Ah well... on with the show! erm- fic!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the original Superman Characters, or any of those in Sperman Returns. I do however own Kianna and whoever else I decide to put in who is an original character.

Clark Kent was tired. He had been sitting at his desk trying to write an article for Perry but he just couldn't concentrate. His head ached and he hadn't had a decent night of sleep for the longest time. Clark knew full well that staring at the computer screen wouldn't get anything done, but he just couldn't think straight. After a few more minutes he decided to go up onto the roof for some air. Maybe it would clear his head. Getting into the elevator he pressed the button for the roof and waited. He sat there listening to the dull music until he herd the quiet ping that announced his arrival.

Stepping out of the elevator, he found that he wasn't the only one there. Lois Lane stood by the wall, apparently trying to do what he had come up here to accomplish. "Oh! Uh- hi Lois!" He exclaimed, bumbling his way through his words.

She turned towards his with a slightly annoyed smile. She had come up here for some time to think. Some time to be alone, but it seemed that someone had found her out. "Hello Clark."

"So uh- you up here for, um- for some fresh air?" he asked, hating that he couldn't just tell her everything. He wished he could, oh how he wished he could.

"Yeah, and some time to think. You okay Clark? You look a little pale," she questioned. He did look paler than usual. And weary.

"Huh? Oh, I guess I'm fine. I mean, uh- well. I am a bit sick. But well, you know Perry! He uh- he'd probably get on my case if I missed anymore work." Inwardly he winced at his rambling, but he knew it had to be done. No one would expect the great Superman to be an incredibly clumsy bimbo with big akward glasses.

She flashed him a smile, completely understanding what he meant. Perry was a tough person to work for. "I understand. He's a slave driver alright. You know, I could probably do an article or two for you so you could get a little rest. You look like you need it."

Clark's face lit up. "Would you? Oh gee Lois. That'd be swell." Finally, some time to relax. Though he knew that he really wouldn't have that much time. No matter how many times he had to save someone, or stop a robbery, there was always one more thing to do. It was incredibly tiring.

"Anything for a friend, Clark. Go on. Get some rest, I'll cover you."

He never thought he would here those words spoken to him. He was normally the one doing the covering and protecting. It was refreshing to have the tables turned. "Well thanks Lois! I guess I uh- I should be going." They both turned and collided with each other, sending the contents of Lois' purse flying. As he kneeled down to help her clean everything up, he didn't notice his glasses falling into the mix. As they finished picking it all up Lois straightened and made to hand his glasses to him. "Thanks Clark. I should have been more-" she looked into his face finding it to look incredibly familiar, "careful."

Clark hurridly adjusted his glasses and hoped that she hadn't quite made the connection. He noticed Lois still staring at him as he walked off so he put in a clumsy stumble for good measure. "G'night Lois!" He called out to her as the doors of the elevator closed. When he was sure he was safe, he leaned against the elevator wall and berated himself for being to stupid. How had he not noticed his glasses falling from his face?

Up on the roof of the Daily Planet, Lois stood staring at the elevator doors. She couldn't believe it. For a minute she shought she had been looking into someone elses face entirely. A certain someone who flew around in a red cape saving the world. Shaking her head, she passed it off as seeing things. After all, she didn't get much sleep last night, and there was no way in the world that Clark Kent could actually be the Man of Steel. The very idea was laughable. Clumsy Clark Kent... Superman? Yeah right.

As she turned her face out towards the city she thought about Richard, and how it was unfair of her to keep the fact about Jason's real father to herself. But to tell the truth, she just didn't have the heart to tell him that he had been raising another mans child for the last four years. She was just lucky that Jason took after her so much and not his father. In appearences at least. The episode with the piano had opened her eyes to a new dilemma. What would happen if Jason lost his temper and ended up throwing something that no normal child his age would have even been able to lift? And what if Richard saw it?

Lois shook her head. It seemed that there was no way around it. She would certainly have to tell Richard, but how? When?

Jason sat in his father's office, just watching the people go by. Daddy's office was so boring. He had already colored a picture for Mommy and Daddy, but had quickly lost intrest in making anything else. So he just sat there squirming and trying to figure out something to do. His roaming gaze fell on Mister Clark's desk. His Mommy's friend didn't seem to be there at the moment, maybe he could find something to do over there.

Richard was so involved in his work that he didn't notice his son slip away from his office. As Jason neared Clark's desk, his eyes fell on the computer. It was on and open to a blank page. He scrambled up on the chair and glancing over at his dad decided it was okay to play with the keyboard. He was so enraptured that he didn't notice Clark come up behind him until he spoke.

"Hello, Jason." The voice caused Jason to jump out of the chair in fright. He knew that he had been caught doing something that he shouldn't.

He turned around with slumped shoulders and muttered an apology. Clark however pretended not to notice and turned his gaze to the computer. "What do we have here? Have you decided to be a reporter like your Daddy?"

Jason's eyes lit up. He wasn't in trouble? "Yup! I'm gonna be just like Daddy!"

Clark sat heavily in his chair. He knew that by 'Daddy' Jason meant Richard. He just wished that someday the term would be used to describe him. He once again turned his attention to Jason. "So, you wan't to help me with an article?"

Jason nodded vigorously and crawled up into Clark's lap. Not only was he not in trouble, he was going to have more fun. He liked Mister Clark.

"Let's write something for your mom. Okay?" Clark erased the results of Jason's previous spree and guided the young child's hands over the proper keys to form a title.

Best Mom in the World

by Jason White.

Finishing that line Clark asked the boy, "What do you want next?" Jason duitfully told Clark everything that he thought about his mom, and how he wanted to be just like her. After a good five minutes they had written a small article all about Jason's mother.

I think my mommy is the best

mommy in the world. She lets

me play on my piano all the

time and never ever gets mad

at me. She never lets me get

sick and if I hurt my knee she

kisses it to make it all better.

Mommy makes sure that I

always take my medicine so

that I won't get sicker, and

she gives me peas for dinner.

I think that Mommy is the

nicest person in the world,

and I want to grow up to be

just like her.

"Is it a good article Mister Clark?" The boy looked up at him hopefully.

"Yes, Jason. It's a very good article. Now, I just going to print it up and then you can give it to your mommy. Okay?" Clark looked down at him with a grin spreading across his face. Jason looked so happy that he had made something special for his mom, and he couldn't seem to wait for it to come out of the printer. When it did, Clark handed it to him with a solem face and said matter of factly, "This is a very special paper, your first article. Now go wait in your Daddy's office for your Mommy and give it to her."

Jason nodded and rushed off to his father's office. Clark watched him go before picking up his coat and hat so he could go home and relax like Lois had told him to. Soon after Clark had left, Lois stepped out of the elevator and walked over to Richard's office. She was about to say something when she felt someone tugging on her skirt. She looked down to see her son with a bright smile on his face, waving a piece of paper around excitedly.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look what I did!" He handed the paper and watched as his mom grew teary eyed reading it.

"Oh thanks honey! You did this all by yourself?" She asked him.

She knew that Richard had probably helped him type it and was surprised when he answered, "Almost. Mister Clark helped me type it for you. But I told him what to write!"

Clark? Clark had helped her son write an article about her? She shook the questions out of her head and let the love for her son envelop her. She pulled him up into a big hug and placed a sloppy kiss on his nose. "Well, I'll just have to thank him tomorrow, won't I?"

Jason bobbed his head up and down in was Lois knew to be a definite yes.

He wanted to make sure his mommy told Mister Clark thank you, because he liked him. He helped him make his mommy happy. Jason liked having his mom smile at him, especially when it was because he had made her something. It made him feel special. "Mommy?"

"Yes, honey?" she replied, wondering what her child wanted.

"Can I come with you to say thank you to Mister Clark? I like him."

Lois smiled at this and responded, "Of course, Jason."

She stroked his hair before letting go to talk to her fiance. "Richard? I was wondering, well, if maybe we could all go out to dinner tonight. It's been a while since we took Jason out and I think he'd enjoy a taco salad at Cabo san Lucas."

Richard's face lit up. This was just what he needed, some time with his family. He gave her a big smile before agreeing to her plan.

A/N: Another chapter done. Cabo san Lucas by the way, was a resturant that my family used to frequent. Unfortunately, it no longer exists... Alas.

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