Wow, you guys! Five reviews and 107 hits in just over 3 hours? I am feeling loved!

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Warning:Somemore minorLois bashing.

Oh and in case you didn't realize, I don't own Superman, he's just been my idol since age 3 when I tried to 'fly' off the fridge (Mom was not happy). If I did own him Lois's personalitywould've been replaced by Chloe Sullivan's from Smallville.

I walked into the Daily Planet building, biting my lip nervously. I brushed back a strand of my dark hair, it was always getting in my face. I guess that's what I should expect from hair down to my waist, but I was just getting used to it all over again.

I smoothed out my dress, feeling very out of place in a simple blue and white sundress and sandals. However, those were the only things I owned, so my options were severely limited. I asked the first person who passed me by the question I was dying to have answered.

"Excuse me?" A young man stopped to look at me, holding his camera tightly. "Do you...do you know where Clark Kent is?" I gave him a shy smile. "I wished to speak with him."

He turned bright red! "Clark?" I nodded, unsure. "Yeah, of course. I'll show you to his desk."

"He won't mind me not having an appointment?" I asked him nervously. "He doesn't know I'm coming. And we've only met once."

He smiled at me. "Of course Clark wouldn't mind." He turned to go further into the building. "Follow me."

I followed the young man, who called himself Jimmy by the way, all the way through the building. Along the way he talked about Mr. Kent and it became very obvious that he had a sort of hero worship for the other man. He led me up to a desk and pointed at it.

"This is Clark's desk." He looked around quickly. "Uh, he's not here at the moment, but you could wait here for him. I'm sure he won't be long."

I nodded silently and shot him a grateful smile. "Thank you Jimmy. I'll just wait here."

He blushed again when I smiled at him and nodded jerkily. He quickly walked away, leaving me to stand next to the desk.

Nearly ten minutes later, Clark finally arrived. I was forced to look up, to look him in the eyes. And at what the doctor recorded as five foot eight, there weren't many people I had to look up to. I smiled broadly as I stared into his cobalt blue eyes and I was surprisingly giddy when he smiled back at me.

"Hi." I said, a little too breathlessly.

"Hello again." He answered, his smile still evident.

"I...I came here to thank you." I said a little nervously, rushing my words.

"Thank me?" He asked, pushing up his glasses.

I nodded. "Yes, I wanted to say my thanks for saving me from being hit by a taxi." I blushed in embarrassed remembrance. "I didn't get to thank you yesterday, I cannot believe I fainted dead away."

He smiled reassuringly. "You are okay now, right?"

I nodded. "They released me this afternoon. I had remembered your name and wanted to thank you before I went off to my hotel."

He looked genuinely interested. "Hotel? You're a tourist?"

I shook my head. "No." Then I thought about it. "Well, maybe. I don't know."

He laughed good-naturally. "You don't know?"

I nodded. "It's a long story."

He checked his watch. "I have time. If you would be willing, how about a cup of coffee?"

I nodded and smiled. "Sounds wonderful."

He paused as if remembering something. "Oh, we haven't been properly introduced. Clark Kent." He held out his hand.

I shook it with a smile. "Charlie."

He waited for a second. "No last name?"

I shook my head. "It's part of the long story."

"Who's the girl?" Perry White asked Lois Lane as she attempted to spell 'totalitarianism.' It was well known that she couldn't spell worth a damn.

"Who?" Lois asked, disinterested. She looked up and saw what he was looking at, Clark Kent and a pretty young woman.

The girl had long dark brown, nearly black, hair that fell around her in subtle waves. Her large hazel green eyes were lashed with black, thick lashes. Her heart-shaped face was flushed and her full lips bare of any make-up. In addition, her lush, tall body was caressed by a white and blue silk sundress and her feet were incased in white strappy heels.

She was standing close to the reporter, looking up at him with an expression of obvious hero worship, as if she thought he could leap tall building with a single bound, or something. The interest of a girl as beautiful as her was always flattering to any man, especially the admiring attention she was lavishing on the tall, awkward reporter.

"Oh." She replied shortly, before returning to her attempt at spelling. "That's the girl Clark pulled out of the way of an out of control taxi. She had had a small head wound, so she was carted off in an ambulance." She shrugged.

Perry White watched, interested, as Clark picked up his jacket and the dark haired pair walked out of the building, laughing and looking entirely comfortable together.

"How fascinating." Perry said under his breath, happy for one of his top reporters. After all, he'd never seen Clark do anything other than shoot puppy-dog looks at Ms. Lane, who ignored him as if he was just another piece of furniture. And, as a bonus, this girl was cute. He wished Clark luck.

So there you have it, I've decided that for every five reviews I'd put up another chapter. At this rate I better get cracking on coming up with some more story. Luckily I have a ton written out. And more is still coming. Thank you muses :D.