FIFTY REVIEWS! THROWS PARTY WHERE NAKED SUPERHEROES DANCE FANTASTIC!
Sorry, I got carried away :D. Once again I am amazed by all the love heading to me and my fic that I've come to love. Guys, I can barely keep up, thank you. :D.
PyxisKitty: I must admit I cannot choose myself, all are gorgeous and buff happy sigh
Hiya: If I was a bad girl (i'm not going to say bad guy cause that'd be awkward) I'd be more scared of Batman. He's all slightly crazy and swooping in out of nowhere to inspire fear in his enemies. Superman just wants to inspire others to do good, he'd probably just make me feel bad emotionally and not physically like the Bat.
Oh and an explantion for the fact that Superman doesn't crush Charlie in their "bunny time" (i'm sorry but I love that phrase, way more than I should for being an 18yo girl, but it makes me laugh) is on its way.
Lois Lane watched the other woman tighten her robe self-consciously. She resisted the urge to smile at the taller woman's discomfort.
"Hello Miss Thomas." Lois said with a smile. "I was wondering if you'd agree to an exclusive interview for the Daily Planet. Perry White suggested it."
Even knowing that the reporter's smile was only half-sincere, Charlie flashed her own brilliant grin. "Of course Ms. Lane, anything for the Daily Planet. But, can you give me a minute? I need to get dressed." She let the other woman past her into the room. "By the way, please call me Charlie."
Lois nodded. "Of course. And please, call me Lois."
Charlie nodded, then she disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Lois to sit down in one of the comfy arm chairs. After a moment the bedroom door opened and Clark was pushed out into the living room, the door closing behind him.
"Smallville?" Lois said, shocked. Then she figured out what the fact that Clark was at Charlie's hotel room at eight in the morning meant. "Oh!"
Clark blushed. "Hi Lois." He stuck his hands self-consciously in the pockets of his jeans. "You're here for the interview on a Saturday?"
She nodded, surprised at how heavily, and beautifullyClark was built. She'd never noticed how muscular he was, and his jeans and T-shirt only emphasized the fact.
Charlie came out of the bedroom, dressed in a sunny yellow and white sundress, cutting of Lois' inspection of Clark. Clark turned to her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and placed a soft kiss on his lips before he headed for the door.
"He thought he'd give us some privacy." Charlie told Lois, in way of an explanation. "He went to go grab some breakfast."
Lois nodded and got out her recorder. "Well," She said almost tonelessly. "Let's get down to business."
A half-hour later Clark returned, carrying a bag with bagels and cream cheese. Lois had finished her inquisition, and had come out with a reluctant respect for the other woman. The moment Clark arrived, Lois gathered her things and stood. And, after shaking Charlie's hand politely, she left quietly, with just a wave to Clark goodbye.
Charlie couldn't resist sticking her tongue out at the retreating figure, remembering the open hostility Ms. Lane had directed her way more than once during the interview. Clark laughed and sat down on the couch, pulling her down beside him as them settled into their favorite sitting position, her legs thrown over his lap.
When they had finished their breakfast, Charlie moved to sit up. But Clark stopped her with one hand on her arm. She turned to him, confused, only to see him smile. He wiped a bit of cream cheese off her bottom lip with his thumb.
She smiled. "Clark, we've gotta go." He kissed her gently, pulling her onto his lap. "We've really gotta go." He kissed her neck, making her head fall back. "Oh, they're open all day." She said, pulling him into a deep kiss.
It was nearly noon by the time Charlie and Clark made it to the bank. Sadly, not all of those two and half-hours had been fun and games. Superman had had to run off and save a San Salvadoran village from a mudslide. Thankfully, no one had been seriously injured, and it had taken just a mere fifteen minutes.
Charlie walked confidently into the bank lobby, Clark at her side wearing his jeans and a new shirt (they'd ripped the last one). The minute she'd given the bank clerk her account number, the bank president himself came over to fawn over her.
After about ten minutes, all the compliments and sucking up were getting on Charlie's last nerve. She shot Clark a look and he wrapped one arm around her waist. The bank president caught their drift immediately and led them into the below ground vault where the safety deposit boxes where kept.
"I'll leave you two alone." the smarmy gray-haired man told them as he backed out of the vault. Right before he left, he spoke to Clark for the first time. "She is a beautiful woman Mr. Kent, don't let her get away." He spoke so softly that Charlie couldn't hear him. Clark looked at her with slightly flushed cheeks, wishing that he didn't blush so easily in his 'mild mannered reporter' guise.
Charlie stared at the box in front of her. Box 622. She just stared at it, unable to move. Clark walked over to her, moving slowly as to not startle her.
"Are you okay?" He asked her quietly.
She shook her head, and then shrugged. "I'm afraid to open it." She looked up at him. "How dumb is that?"
He shook his head and put one large hand on her shoulder. "It's not dumb. Take your time."
She shot him a grateful look. Then taking a deep breath, she turned her key in the lock. The top of the box popped open with a hiss.
Clark and Charlie stared at the objects lying on top of a velvet blanket.
"Crystals?" Charlie asked. "What the..."
Clark reached down and picked up one of the crystals from the large metal box. Charlie picked up the note that was lying on top. She read it aloud.
Charlotte,
These are for you.
Came from your birthparents.
Genevive and James
Charlie looked at Clark, but she was startled by the shocked look on his face. He looked like he had been hit by a chunk of Kryptonite.
"Clark?" She asked quietly. "What's wrong?" He slowly turned to her and looked at her as if he'd never seen her before. "Clark?" She repeated, getting scared.
He tore his gaze from her and stared back down at the crystals. "I recognize these." He finally said slowly.
"Recognize them? From where?" She asked, confused as she looked down at the crystals.
"I'll show you. Here, let's take these and get out." He set the crystal back into the box and held out his hand to her.
She nodded and picked up the velvet blanket and folded it over the dozen and a half crystals. Then she placed it in her purse, a black and red sidepack with the Rolling Stones symbol on the side. When her precious cargo was safely stowed inside, she placed her hand in his.
Clark led Charlie up to the crystal altar in the middle of the Fortress of Solitude. He was wearing his Superman costume and his cape fluttered behind him in the icy breeze. Charlie was surprised she wasn't freezing, as it was in the Arctic Circle, but for some reason she didn't feel that cold.
"Take one of the crystals out." Clark instructed. She pulled out the velvet roll from her purse and removed a single crystal out of it. "Place it here." He pointed to the central hole in the console.
Charlie placed the crystal gently into the main hole, then stepped back as a face appeared in the crystals in front of her. The face was of an older version of Charlie, or rather of an older woman who looked remarkably like her.
Hello my darling daughter, my beautiful Char-Li.
You have been sent to earth to save you, to save our species.
Our neighboring planet Krypton destroyed itself,
and it took out all planets and moons around it.
Your father andI were warned by a kryptonian scientist we had met during interplanetary negotiations, his name was Jor-El.
On his advice, we decided to send you, the last daughter of Sheevor, to the same planet he planned to send his son Kal-El.
Maybe one day you'll find eachother.
The rest of these crystals contain all the knowledge of Sheevor, Krypton and many other planets and moons long gone.
It is said that when Kryptonians come into contact with yellow suns,
they become super-powerful.
Now, because Sheevor is closer to our doomed red sun,
it is likely you will be stronger than the humans,
yet weaker than any Kryptonian.
But you will have a power the xenophobisKryptonians have never had a need for,
you will be able to make friendships easily,
but with a Kryptonian you are on your own,
our power does not affectthe inhabitants ofour sister planet.
Although you were but a baby when we sent you to safety,
Iimagine you've grown up into one remarkable, beautiful woman.
We loved you very much,
Your mother,
Ka-Li.
There. You know her big secret not even she knew.
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Newest poll: Who'd you choose to be a stripper at your next birthday party? Now sadly, you can only choose one, cause it'll take the GNP of a small country to hire a superhero to strip. Now, choose carefully. (Hey it's 12:30 here, I'm a little goofy).