I knewI wouldn't be able to resist posting again. I swear it's becoming an addiction.

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Peatrie: I made this chapter longer just for you :D

She heard the screams as she fell, but she didn't make a noise. How could she scream when her thoughts were so loud? Thoughts swirled around her head, the same ones chasing eachother over and over. She was all alone. She wished Clark was there with her. She was all alone. She wished...

Suddenly, she stopped falling. She turned and saw someone very familiar in a skintight blue suit and a red cape, complete with a yellow S on his chest.

"Clark?" She whispered.

Superman's face froze. Never before had anyone put his two alter-egos together at first sight. It'd taken Bruce weeks of tailing him to discover that Superman was Clark Kent, and that Clark Kent was Superman. Chloe had had her suspicions about him having abilities, but it'd taken Alicia's demonstration to really open her eyes. Lana knew because she'd discovered it after years of having known him, and even then she'd freaked and refused to talk to him for over a year.

He flew to the base of the building, wanting to be alone with Charlie, but knowing that that would cause suspicion among even the blindest of Metropolis' citizens. He set her down on the ground, her white high-heeled sandals making distinctive taps as they hit the ground.

"Thank you." She told him quietly.

He nodded, watching her face carefully. "We'll talk later?" He asked, his voice containing a rare beseeching note.

She nodded and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Superman!" She said, loud enough for the crowd gathered around them to hear.

"Now I know why I keep you around!" Perry White boomed to Jimmy when the young man handed him a neat stack of six photos.

The first photo: a telephoto shot of Charlie diving for the child, one hand reaching for the support bar.

The second: another telephoto shot, this one of Charlie hanging by one hand as she clutched the child to her body.

The third: yet another telephoto shot, of Charlie pushing the child up to safety.

The fourth: another zoomed in, yet clear shot. This one of Charlie losing her grip and falling.

The fifth: a shot of Superman catching her in his brawny arms.

The sixth shot was the most iconic, it was of Charlie standing on her toes, placing a kiss on the cheek of her savior.

Perry clapped a big hand on the shoulder of the geeky younger man. The force almost made poor Jimmy drop his camera. He looked up to see Lois and Clark at their desks, diligently typing away on their computers.

"Clark! Lois! Get your butts over here!" He called through the open doorway of his office, as he sat down in his chair.

Both Lois and Clark hurried over to the Chief's office. Neither one of them was willing to risk his wrath over a few minutes worth of dawdling. When they got into the office White instructed them to examine the pictures laid out on his desk.

Lois's eyes widened as she took in the first four photos. It was during the examination of the final two that her eyes narrowed angrily. Clark barely resisted the urge to smile as he stared down at the photographs of Charlie's daring rescue of the falling child. He usually viewed pictures of himself as Superman with detachment, but the ones of him with Charlie in his arms made him remember the flurry of emotions he'd gone through in those few short seconds.

"Clark!" Perry boomed. He always boomed, said that speaking in soft tones was a sign of weakness. And no one would ever call Perry White weak. Clark looked up quickly, having forgotten where he was for a second. "This is your girlfriend, is it not?" He asked, but it was obvious he knew the answer to the question already.

"Yes Chief, she is." Clark couldn't resist the smile on his face. "That's Charlie."

"Interesting girl you have there Kent." Lois said nastily. "Photographed with all the major players in town."

Perry rolled his eyes at Lois' bitchy comment. "Lois, I want you to interview the girl." When Lois gasped and began to protest, he cut her off with a motion of his hand. "I would put Clark on it, but he's a little close to the situation don't you think?"

Clark colored and Jimmy stifled a laugh. Put Clark on it indeed.

Lois looked like she was about to protest again, but the steely look in Perry's eyes made it clear that she was stuck with the assignment. "Yes Chief."

White dismissed her and Jimmy with a jerk of his head. When Clark made to leave, Perry stopped him.

"Hold on a minute Kent." He said with an odd look in his eye. Clark stopped and turned half around. "Some words of advice Clark. That's an amazing woman you have there, don't let her get away."

Clark smiled. "I don't plan to Chief."

Clark walked up to Charlie's door, unsure of himself. After all, this was a brand new situation for him. He'd never been recognized before, not in that crazy, instantaneous way. Then again, had he honestly believed that she would remain ignorant of the fact...

His thoughts were abruptly cut off when the door swung open and Charlie stood there staring at him. He didn't know what to expect, but he'd never in his wildest dreams have thought Charlie would run into his arms. But she did. She ran straight into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest, her eyes tightly closed.

Clark swung her up into his arms and carried her into the sitting room, closing the door behind him with one foot. He sat down on the couch, laying Charlie across her lap as her arms shifted to encircle his neck and her face pressed into the spot where his neck and shoulder met. For a full minute neither said a word. Then, she was the first to speak.

"When I fell, I wasn't scared." She mumbled against his shirt, although he heard every word clearly with his superhearing. "All I could think of was the fact that I was all alone. I kept wishing over and over that you'd be there." She looked up at him, adoration plain in her eyes. "And then you were, you were right there to save me."

Clark looked down at her and felt his heart nearly bursting with love. She nearly died trying to save a little girl and all she could think of was him, that she wanted him to be there. "You're not mad that I didn't..."

"Didn't tell me that you were Clark Kent and Superman?" She said slowly. Then she shook her head. "No, of course not." She continued to look up at him, her sincerity plain in her eyes. "It must be so hard, hiding part of who you are from the world."

He looked at her, shocked that she grasped the concept so easily. He nodded silently. She placed her hands on either side of his head and kissed him slowly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, letting her feel all of his emotions; love, happiness and gratitude for her understanding.

"You're so perfect." He told her when he finally pulled away from her.

She laughingly shook her head. "I'm not perfect Mr. Kent. I steal the covers, I get major bedhead, plus I'm really clumsy, you've practically seen me trip over thin air." She kissed him. "And, I'm really forgetful. The only reason I'm always on time is the fact that my watch has an alarm on it."

Clark kissed her again, smiling. She melted against him, then pulled away only to whisper something in his ear. He nodded and carried her off to the bedroom.

Charlie and Clark lay naked, entwined in sheets, on their bed. After their evening-to-morning activities, they lay spooned together, talking quietly. Charlie flipped over so that she was facing Clark, but still lay pressed against him. He rolled to his back, pulling her into lying across his chest as he did so.

"Clark," Charlie whispered, raising her head to look him in the eyes. "I still have to go through the file Bruce gave me."

He nodded, threading his fingers through her hair. "Do you want me to go through it with you?" Charlie nodded as she lay her head on his chest. "Do you want to do it now?"

Charlie looked back up at him, a smirk plain on her face, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing. Clark's face went bright red, and then he laughed.

"I meant," He said, laughing. "Do you want to go through the file now?"

Charlie climbed up his chest and kissed him gently. His arms went around her waist, clutching her to him.

Charlie pulled slightly away with a smile on her face. "Maybe in an hour?" She asked, then laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "An hour it is then."

Two hours later, Clark and Charlie sat on the couch, clothed in the black and red satin hotel robes that they'd found in their closet. Oddly enough they seemed to be tailored to them as if they'd been made specifically to them. They'd expected something to happen to drag Superman away, but apparently the recent cold temperatures was deterring crime in a way law enforcement never could. Add to that the fact that Batman was in town, and Superman had a lot of free time.

They sat in their usual positions, Clark sitting on the middle cushion and Charlie sitting on an end cushion, her back against the arm and her long legs thrown over his lap. Her hair was slightly mussed, having just been fingercombed, and his glasses were lying somewhere in the room, long forgotten.

Clark picked up the surprisingly thick folder and opened it slowly. Charlie scooted up closer to him, looking at the folder also. Inside where mostly financial statements and a few property titles. But, there were a few pictures at then end, and those were the things that drew Charlie's attention.

There were photos of a grinning little girl in pigtails and cowboy hat. Pictures of an elegant older blonde woman and a handsome older gentleman, obviously clipped from the society pages. But nowhere in the stack of photos was a single one of the trio together, or even of either of the adults with the younger Charlie.

Charlie looked questioningly at Clark, and he just wrapped one arm around her and pulled her fully onto his lap. She had just rested her head against his chest when a paper envelope fell out of the still open folder. She caught it between her thumb and forefinger before it could hit the ground. She read the outside carefully.

"New Metropolis Bank." She read aloud. She looked at Clark. "It's a key for a safety deposit box. I wonder what could be in there?"

Clark gave her a reassuring squeeze. "We could go find out, if you want. The bank should be opening soon."

She nodded and kissed him. He set the file back down on the coffee table and wrapped one arm around her and had the other on her leg where her robe gaped open. Before they could do anything else, however, there was a knock on the door.

Clark groaned good-naturedly, making Charlie smile as she climbed off his lap. She tightened the sash on the satin robe and straightened her hair. Luckily, security wasn't a problem in the posh Wayne Hotel, and with Superman in the room, well...it just wasn't even an issue.

She turned back to Clark for a second. "Hey, Kal-El." She said quietly, then paused. "You might want to grab your glasses." she smiled. "And maybe some clothes." She added with a suggestive sweep of her eyes over his body.

Clark smiled at the use of his original name. Then he went off to grab his glasses and to get dressed, making sure to move at human speeds to give Charlie some time alone with whoever was at the door.

Charlie opened the door after she made sure Clark was out of sight. "Lois!"

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