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Two things you should know about me:

1) I'm an incurable romantic. I swear, I tried the cure but it just made me sneeze.

2) I'm a slacker. I mean the WIP file I use to upload single chapters is named Chapter 3, and we're on chapter 11. I was on Academic Decathalon, but was called the #1 slacker. I never showed up for 7 am meetings (i was sleeping) and got a tattoo when I was supposed to be rehearsing my speech. But still, I pulled off the most metals on my team and still had a social life, so I consider myself a winner.

3) I ramble...hence the list of two is now in three and I'm not done yet.

4) I am addicted to reviews. I mean it's sad really.

Anyway. On with the story and yet another shocking development! Read and review guys, read and review.

Clark returned to Charlie's and his apartment, the place that they'd called home since the day after that day two weeks before when he'd rescued her from her fall. Although they now knew it would've been unlikely to hurt her, they still spoke of the day with fond remembrance.

He found Charlie asleep on her, now their, bed. She was naked, curled under their covers, her long hair spread out on the pillow. He took off his suit and boots, hiding them away in the bureau. He pulled back the covers to climb in beside her and finally noticed what was on his pillow.

A Superman figure, about the size of a large GI Joe, lay on the pillow. His arms were straight out in front of him, just like when Superman himself flew above the city. He laughed silently and set it on the nightstand. Then he climbed into the bed and stretched his long body out along hers. As if sensing him in her sleep, Charlie murmured and rolled over, pressing herself against his inhumanly warm chest.

Clark smiled and kissed the top of her head. He wrapped on arm around her and slid the other beneath his pillow. Yawning and sighing with contentment, he drifted off to sleep.

Charlie fidgeted in her dress, its white satin folds fell all the way to the ground.

"Chloe," She whispered to the blonde standing beside her. "I feel weird wearing white." She smoothed down the front of her dress and looked at her self in the three-panel mirror in front of her.

"Charlie, I love you, but don't be stupid." The tiny blonde put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Besides," She said with a sidelong look at the taller woman. "Clark's the only one you've ever been with."

Charlie blushed. Then she looked back in the mirror. "I do love this dress." She admitted reluctantly. The dress was the fairy-tale princess dress every girl fantasized about.

"See," Chloe told her best friend. "I knew you'd come around."

Charlie smiled at her friend as she decided to buy the gown. She'd met Lois' cousin about two months after she'd met Clark. Strangely enough she hadn't met her through Lois, whom she'd become tentative friends with, but through Bruce Wayne. Chloe and Bruce were getting married the next summer, a mere six months from Charlie and Clark's own wedding day, on December twenty-first.

"I cannot believe you're getting married to Clark Kent in one week." Chloe remarked as she sat down the Modern Bride magazine she'd been looking through half-heartedly.

Charlie tried to unbutton the buttons on the back of her dress by herself, with little success. "Neither can I."

Chloe hurried to undo the buttons for her friend. "Good thing Clark can superspeed his way through undoing these buttons, isn't it?" She laughed when her friend blushed again. "I've never known a Sheevoran who blushed so much Char-Li." She drawled in a fake Southern accent.

Charlie laughed. "Chloe, you know full well you've never met another Sheevoran in your life." She whispered. She stepped out of the dress, covering her bare chest with her hands and stepped into the changing room. "Could you hand me my clothes?"

Chloe tossed her the clothes. "Hurry up, use that speed of yours, we're supposed to meet the guys at The Jameson in twenty minutes." Before Chloe could turn to take the dress out to be paid for, she felt the touch of cold steel against her neck.

Charlie laughed again. It'd been great to make a friend who she could share her secret with, especially one who knew Clark's secret. She guessed she could've made friends with Lois, but their relationship was a little too awkward for girl talk. And according to the file Bruce had given her, she didn't have any real relationships before she'd met Clark, her adoptive parents had been too overprotective.

Charlie still didn't remember anything from before that first day she'd met Clark, but from what she'd read in the file, it didn't seem that she missed much. Cold, overprotective adopted parents and a boring, sheltered existence.

"Chloe?" She called as she stepped out of the stall. She received no answer. "Chloe?" She called again, sure that the other woman was just messing with her.

"No, not Chloe." An icy voice said from behind her, making her whirl around. Lex Luthor stood there, and although she'd only seen photos of him, she knew who he was immediately.

"Lex Luthor?" She asked slowly, already knowing the answer. "What are you doing here?"

He laughed coldly. "It took me days to figure it out you know." He circled her slowly. "Then it finally hit me. My old friend Clark Kent was my nemesis Superman."

Charlie stayed quiet, knowing that saying the wrong thing could set him off and she still didn't know where Chloe was.

"But then you already know that? Don't you Miss Thomas?" He continued, eyeing her speculatively. "It's obvious why he chose you of all the women throwing themselves at his feet as Superman, but why would you fall for Clark Kent? Or did you already know who he was?"

She chose her words carefully. "I fell in love with Clark because he's...Clark. There is no other way to describe it."

"How poetic." He said with a sneer. "No matter, one way or the other I will kill Superman and you will help me do it." She just stared at him blankly, so he rolled his eyes. "But I know well enough not to keep talking, leaving space open for him to foil my 'dastardly plan.' I know by now that I should just grab you and go. Taking the fair Chloe with me as well, Clark always did love to protect his best friend when we all lived in Smallville."

He grabbed her arm, and when she flung off his hand, he grimaced. "Miss Thomas, you better behave. Otherwise I'll have to have you knocked out like our dear Miss Sullivan." Charlie did her best not to flinch when he grabbed her again and pulled her out of the shop.

Bruce and Clark sat talking at their table when Bruce checked his watch.

"They're late." He told Clark, concern on his face.

"Chloe's been late since birth." Clark thensat up a little straighter. "But Charlie's never been late before."

They shared a look and rose in unison from their table. Bruce threw down a bill onto the table and they made their way out of the restaurant.

I'm in a plot twist kind of mood today. And because this chapter is so short (apologies to Peatrie, my loyal reader of at least two of my fics), I will only request 10 reviews to get to the next chapter...and you all want to know what'll happen. A hint... someone WILL DIE in the next few chapters. GASP!

Now, I'm off to a FareWell Party for a friend of mine who's going off to Army boot camp on Wednesday. Wish her luck, she's going to be a MP (military police i.e. Iraq or Gitmo posting). Her goal in life is to become a lawyer, and believe me, as her sometime rival over the years, she can argue like no other. She's just 5'4" and small, but pure muscle,she was on the wrestling team and took on guys. And won!