Clark sighed as he lowered himself onto the couch in his living room. He couldn't believe his luck. He had thanked his lucky stars ever few seconds for the coincidence. Lois needed a sitter and he was free. Now, not only did he score major points with Lois since he agreed to it on such short notice, but he also got to spend time with his favorite person on Earth, his son…well, beside Lois, that is.

He already had a few ideas of what they could do, but he wasn't sure that Jason would like them. Clark frowned. He didn't know anything that Jason liked to do other that put trash cans over his head, walking around like a robot, and slipping out of his mother's office when he wasn't supposed to. A feeling of guilt bubbled uncomfortably in his stomach. He hadn't been there for anything.

But I can change that. I want to change that.

He turned on the television and flipped through the channels, glancing at his watch every few minutes to see what time it was. Lois said that she and Richard would be dropping Jason off at five thirty. Clark groaned; it was only four.

An hour and a half later…
Clark had been doing head nods in front of the television when a sharp knock on his front door shook him from his small nap. He leapt up from the couch faster than a bullet from a barrel. Act casual, Clark. Act casual. He knew he wasn't capable of doing that. He was just too damn excited about hanging out with his son.

"Coming!" Clark called out, grabbing his thick rimmed glasses off the side table and shoving them onto his nose. He took a deep steadying breath, reminding himself to act natural. He couldn't exactly answer the door and sweep Jason into a huge embrace. No, not only would that crush Jason to death, but it would be extremely odd.

Clark opened the door and smiled. "Hello." He greeted in his warm, cheery voice. Lois grinned at Clark and he couldn't believe how beautiful she looked in her form fitting, knee length black dress with her hair in big, loose curls, clipped back tenderly with a small pearl clip. He wanted to ravish her right there. But he couldn't and probably never would be able to ever again.

Lois opened her mouth to say something, but it was Jason who chirped, "Hiya, Mister Clark!"

"Hi Jason. Come on in, all three of you." Clark laughed as he opened the door wider and stepped back, allowing Lois, Jason, and Richard into his apartment.

Lois looked around Clark's apartment, surprised that he would actually have this nice of an apartment that was completely furnished. She scanned the walls and smiled at the picture of Clark with his parents. He looked so happy with them. She hadn't seen him that happy in ages…except when he was around Jason.

"Nice place you've got here, Clark." Richard said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black dress slacks.

"Thank you."

Lois placed a hand on Jason's shoulder as she said, "Jason has been gushing about coming over here since we first told him that you were babysitting him. He couldn't stop talking about how much fun you two were going to have the whole way over here."

Jason smiled, not saying anything as he stared up at Clark with curious eyes. He swung his mother's hand back and forth and Clark smiled softly at him.

Lois glanced between her son and Clark, quirking a brow. Why did it seem that Clark and Jason were having a private conversation together with just their eyes? As if on cue, Clark looked at Lois and she bit back a gasp at how beautiful his eyes were. She had just realized it too. "Are you all right, Lois?" He asked in concern.

She nodded. "Yeah, I was just going over the list in my head and I forgot if Jason took his asthma medication." Lois peered down at her son. "Did you?"

Jason nodded proudly. "Yep. I took all my medicines. And, guess what Mister Clark!"

"What?" Clark said, his eyes dancing with amusement at the small boy's excitement.

"I did it all by myself!"

"That's fantastic!" Clark replied happily, smiling widely at his son.

"And you know what else?"

"What?"

"Mommy said that only big boys can to do, so that means I'm a big boy!" Jason giggled excitedly.

Lois and Richard laughed at Jason's excitement. "Geez Clark, you really know about to get my son wound up, don't you?" Richard commented easily.

Clark tensed up, though he was certain that they couldn't sense it. Jason was his son, not Richard's. Richard's just as much of Jason's father as you are, Clark. Get over yourself. Clark thanked his conscience inwardly.

"Do you think you can handle him?" Richard asked.

Clark nodded, beaming down at Jason. "I'm sure we'll manage." He replied with a wink. Jason giggled.

Richard glanced down at his watch and his eyes widened. "It's sixalready?" He said to no one. "Lois, we've got to go."

She frowned at her fiancée. "But, Richard, the gala doesn't start until seven."

"Yes, dear, I know this." Richard replied. "But we have to get all the way across town in traffic."

Lois's eyes widened at the thought of getting stuck in traffic and she sighed. "Sorry to leave so abruptly, Clark, but, as you can see, we have to." She opened her clutch and rummaged through it, pulling out a few pieces of notebook paper. "I wrote down all the things that Jason is allergic to and activities that he shouldn't do."

Clark and Richard's eyes met and they shared a laugh. Lois glared at them both, silencing them immediately as she handed the papers to Clark. With a sigh, she knelt down beside Jason, smoothing his hair as she said, "You're going to be a good boy, right? You're not going to cause any trouble for Clark?"

Jason shook his head. "Nope! No trouble at all, Mommy."

"Good," She smiled, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles on his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tee shirt. She kissed his forehead and gave him a tight hug. "Be sure to keep Clark out of trouble too, all right, Jason?"

Both Jason and Clark laughed as Jason gave a big bob of his head. "Okay Mommy." He hugged her back tightly. "I love you."

She clung to him tightly as she whispered, "I love you too, Jason." Lois pulled back, kissing his cheek once more. She glanced up at Clark from her crouch position and cleared her throat. "We'll come pick him up around midnight or so. That's not too late, is it?"

Clark shook his head as Richard helped Lois stand up, his arm snaking around her slender waist. His throat closed up for a second, knowing that he would never be able to do that, both as Clark and as Superman. Lois belonged to Richard White now, not Kal-El, and she would never belong to Clark Kent. He pushed his own feelings out his mind for the moment. "No, that's not too late at all. Have fun, you two."

Lois smiled. "We will, Clark." She promised, her eyes twinkling. "Thanks again."

"Not a problem." Clark responded as Jason peered out of the doorway behind Clark's leg, shouting, "Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! I love you!"

A ping of hurt flooded through Clark. He would never get the pleasure of hearing Jason call him Daddy. By the time that Superman and Lois told Jason of his true parentage, he wouldn't want to call his father Daddy, but Dad or --- oh dear God, Father --- instead. Clark would never get to know what it truly felt like to be the world's coolest person ever in the eyes of his son. That alone hurt because, growing up, Clark always looked up to his adoptive father.

But just as quickly as the hurt came, it left, as Jason turned around and smiled widely at him. He grabbed Clark's hand after he pushed the door shut and dragged the Daily Planet reporter into the living room. He plopped down on the couch, bouncing up and down as though testing the cushions. "What are we going to do first, Mister Clark!"

Clark chuckled as he sat down on the coffee table across from Jason, shrugging. "First of all, you can call me Clark, not Mister Clark. And, second of all, I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"But I asked you first." Jason protested with pursed lips that reminded Clark so much of Lois. "What do you want to do?"

Clark shrugged, bending his head to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, smiling as he said, "I don't know, what do you want to do?"

Jason's eyes sparkled with amusement as he caught onto Clark's game, giggling as he replied, "I don't know, what do you want to do?"

Their game continued for a few more minutes, though each time they said it to one another, it became more difficult, as they were both laughing. Clark didn't know why he was laughing so hard, as it normally wouldn't be funny, but he figured it was because he was happy with his son. Jason opened his mouth to say the line back to Clark when his stomach rumbling cut him off. He placed a hand over his stomach and smiled sheepishly at Clark, his cheeks burning red.

"Does dinner sound good to you?" Clark asked. Jason nodded. "Good, because I'm hungry too. What do you want to eat? Or better yet," He dug around in his pocket for the piece of paper that Lois had written everything he needed to know on. "What can you eat?"

"I can eat peas!" Jason chirped, staring up at Clark admiringly.

Clark laughed as he skimmed over the list. Whoa, Jason was a lot more fragile than he originally thought his son to be. He folded up the piece of paper and sighed. "Well, it looks like peas is what's for dinner. Let me see if I have any."

Clark walked toward the kitchen and began rummaging through the cabinets when he heard a pair of sneakers and a chair scrap against the tile floor. He looked over his shoulder to see Jason climbing up on the seat of the chair and begin to look through the freezer. He laughed as he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm helping you."

Clark smiled as he sighed in defeat. "I don't have any canned."

"You don't have any frozen either." Jason said dejectedly. He turned around to look at Clark and would've fallen backward had it not been for Clark catching him. Jason's eyes grew wide as he whispered, "Whoa." Clark set Jason down on the ground and pushed his glasses up his nose once more, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the little boy. Jason tugged on Clark's pant leg. "How'd you do that?"

Clark shrugged. "Good reflexes, I guess." Jason opened his mouth to say something when Clark cut him off, knowing that a change of subject would quiet him. "If I remember correctly, you like steamed peas and there's this good Chinese restraunt…."

"Can we go?" Jason questioned eagerly, tugging more forcefully on Clark's trousers. "Can we! Can we? Please, please, please!"

Clark laughed as he nodded. "We sure can. Just go get your jacket that your mommy left for you and we can go."

"Can we go to the park, too?" Jason squealed as he pulled on his jacket. "What about the mall? Or the aquarium? Or the museum!"

Clark held out his hand for Jason to take. The little boy slipped his small hand into Clark's much bigger one and his heart surged with joy. Jason continued to ask questions about places they could go as they left the apartment building.

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