Superman glanced at his son out of the corner of his eye and his heart swelled. If he only had a camera to snap a picture of Jason's joyous expression. His eyes danced with laughter and amusement as they continued to climb higher into the night sky.

As they increased their altitude, Jason's arms tightened around Superman's neck and his muscles tensed. The laughter in his eyes was slowly vanishing and was replaced by uneasiness.

"I'm not going to drop you, Jason." Superman said softly, trying to ease his worries.

"I know, but we're so high." Jason replied, swallowing nervously.

"It's no different from being in a plane," Superman offered, subconsciously tightening his hold on Jason to make the boy feel better. This seemed to do the trick and Jason snuggled closer to Superman's broad chest, resting his head on the superhero's shoulder.

They were silent for a long time, as words weren't necessary. Both father and son were content watching the city of Metropolis beneath them. Jason was fascinated by the liveliness of the city, even at this late at night! He wasn't allowed to be up past eight, but he wasn't about to tell Superman that; he was having way too much fun. Besides, Mommy wasn't here to get angry at him, and neither was Daddy, so it was okay.

While Jason focused his attention on the busy city, Superman continued to stare at his son in awe. He bit back a few chuckles every time a small gasp escaped Jason's lips at a certain sight beneath them. His eyes were wide in amazement as he watched Metropolis from such a great height and even relaxed his hold around Superman's neck.

The more Superman thought on it, the more he realized that Jason was more like his mother than he could've ever imagined. They were both so easily enthralled by certain things, and flying was one of them. He could still remember the first time he had taken Lois flying because it had been that very night that he decided that he was in love with Lois.

No, not decide,he knew he was in love with Lois that night. He had never felt anything for another woman, Lana Lang included, quite like he did for Ms. Lane. Whenever she was near him, his heart began to thump in an irregular, frantic way and his stomach would turn in uncomfortable knots whilst butterflies fluttered about his abdominal cavity.

As Clark Kent, he always stuttered on his words and stumbled over his own two feet. He was the quiet, dependable guy that everyone turned to when they had an article that they didn't want to do, but it had to be done. Lois was one of the people who had tended to do that the most. As Clark Kent, he was allowed to seem awkward in his own skin, yet together in that odd sort of way. He had the country boy charm that normally drew people like a moth to the flame to him that would've been noticed by Lois if he were someone else, but instead, it went unnoticed and because of that, he was a fumbling fool around the fearless reporter.

But that was only because he was allowed to show his nervousness around her as Clark. As Superman, he couldn't. He was supposed to be this strong, iconic figure that people looked up to and called upon when in need. He was a hero, to put it simply. It had been the Savior of Metropolis that eventually won Lois Lane's heart and it had been Lois Lane that the Man of Steel had given up his powers for so they could have one night of passion.

Superman looked down at the fragile boy in his arms and resisted the urge to kiss his forehead in that fatherly way. He was the result from that night. The beautiful little boy in his arms remind Superman so much of Lois that he almost believed that Jason hadn't inherited anything from him…except the same pair of fathomless sapphire eyes. The small child who had already gone through so much physically, what with having all his allergies and medical problems. The curious son of an equally inquisitive reporter as well as a mild mannered one who just happened to moonlight as the world's savior. A ghost of a smile tugged at Superman's lips. He couldn't have asked for anything better.

"Superman?" Jason's voice cut through his thoughts like a sharp knife.

"Yeah, Jason?"

He looked up at Superman and smiled. "Can I call you Clark instead of Superman?"

Superman grinned with a small nod of his head. "Yes, you can. But only when it's just me and you. You can't call me Clark around the adults because, well, you know."

Jason giggled. "This is fun, Clark. I like flying with you. It's funner than flying with Daddy." He decided, resting his head against Superman's chest near the infamous 'S' insignia and snuggling closer to him.

Lois glanced at the clock on the wall and let out a long, tired breath. It was only going on nine o'clock. They had three hours until they could leave to go pick up Jason. She instantly wondered how her son, as well as his babysitter, were fairing.

Throughout the entire evening, neither left her mind. Of course, she was more focused on Jason, but because she knew he was with Clark, she worried about either's safety. If anything were to happen to them, you know that Superman would be there to save them. She told herself repeatedly, easing her own worries.

Superman and Jason had just been in the middle of doing tight circles straight up in the air at a fast pace when the sounds of many sirens met Superman's hyper sensitive ears. Immediately, he stiffened and stopped spinning, therefore making Jason stop laughing.

"What is it, Clark?" Jason asked, looking into his father's eyes. His expression changed from that of a delight to one of sadness. "Someone's in trouble, aren't they?"

Superman nodded, not really hearing Jason's words. What was he going to do? Stay with Jason or let an innocent person die? He couldn't decided which was more important. He couldn't leave Jason all by himself, but could he really bring Jason along with him? Of course not, you idiot. You'd be writing your own son's death wish.

"Yes, Jason." He muttered.

"Are you gonna help them?"

Again, Superman nodded.

"Can I come too?" Jason questioned hopefully, hoping to see Superman in action.

He shook his head. "No, Jason, you can't come with me." Before the boy with untidy hair could protest, he added, "It's too dangerous. I wouldn't even bring your mother along either."

Jason furrowed his brow in confusion. "Then where am I going to go?"

That's a wonderful question, Jason. I, too, find myself in the same situation. Superman racked his brain for trustworthy people he knew and, suddenly, it clicked. "Hang on tight; we're about to go really fast."

Jason tightened his arms around Superman's neck and pressed his face into the crook of his neck, screwing his eyes shut tight. "Ready!"

And, with that, Superman sped off, tearing through the nighttime sky faster than a bullet.

Jimmy Olsen was sitting at home on his sofa, lounging comfortably in his living room, watching a rerun of 'Will and Grace' he had already seen a million times. He was laughed about something that the character Jack said to Karen as he pushed himself off the couch to get something to eat.

Walking the short distance between the kitchen and the living room, Jimmy opened up the fridge door and rummaged around to see what he had. He could hear the fake laughs from the program and chuckled along with it as he grabbed a Pepsi and a glass cup from a cabinet. Jimmy filled the cup up with ice and popped open the can of soda, pouring the carbonated liquid into the glass, where it promptly began to fizz. He turned back around to enter the living room, his hand poised to take a drink of his soda when he saw the most unbelievable sight ever.

"Hello Jimmy." Superman greeted in his baritone voice that reminded Jimmy of his father.

Superman was in his living room.

The glass cup slipped from Jimmy's hands and shattered on the floor.

"Hiya Jimmy!" chimed a small voice. Jimmy's eyes widened even further when he saw that Jason Lane was in the arms of Superman.

"Oh my God," He breathed, not believing the sight before him. Jimmy blinked a few times, but the pair did not vanished.

"I'm going to ask you to do something for me, Jimmy." Superman said, taking a powerful step toward Jimmy, who immediately jumped back. "I need someone to watch Jason while I help someone out. Can you do that for me?"

Numbly, Jimmy nodded, barely registering what was happening. "Y-y-y-y-yes sir." He stuttered.

Superman grinned as he turned to Jason and set him down on the ground. "You be good for Jimmy, all right, Jason?"

Jason bobbed his head. "Okay C-, I mean, Superman."

Superman looked at Jimmy and smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Jimmy. I appreciate it." And, just like that, the Guardian of Metropolis was gone.

Jimmy watched as Jason plopped down on the sofa, reaching for the bowl of popcorn on the table. He had watched Jason a few times before for Lois, so it was natural that Jason made himself comfortable. They usually had a lot of fun and Jason was always funny. "Can I change the channel? I don't like this show; Mommy watches it too much."

"Uh…yeah, you can." Jimmy muttered, looking down at his feet where the shards of glass and spilt soda still remained. He cursed inwardly as he walked into the kitchen, retrieving some paper towels as well as some cleaner.

He faintly heard Jason laughing in the background as he knelt down and mopped up the mess quickly, his mind reeling.He was still having trouble registering what had just happened in his own apartment. One minute, he was all by himself, watching one of the best television shows that the hour had to offer, and the next, Superman was in his living room, dropping little Jason Lane on him. But that wasn't the end of the confusion. What was perplexing to Jimmy was that…Clark was supposed to be babysitting Jason tonight and Jimmy doubted that Clark would've let anything happen to little Jason; he treated Jason like he was his son, Clark did.

Unless….

Jimmy's eyes darted to Jason and he immediately stood up, the blood rushing to his head. "Oh my God!" He exclaimed for the second time in ten minutes. When Jason looked at him, he waved the little boy off and told him to continue watching whatever it was that he was watching.

"Unless Clark's Superman." Jimmy whispered to himself as he went over all the proof he needed in his mind. And that was the last thing Jimmy Olsen said before he promptly passed out on his living room floor.

A/N: Sue me, it was a short chapter. Sorry about it and it's lameness. I wish I could be better author, but alas, I am not. Please review and let me know what you think. And, by the way, Will and Grace rocks my freaking socks! Butterray!

Sorry. As always, your reviews are mucho appreciated, so keep them coming!

Countess Jackman