"Oh, Clark you didn't!" His mother gasped over the phone.

"I did," Clark admitted sheepishly into the phone he had propped on his shoulder as he began the preparations to make his evening tea. "I didn't know what else to do, they were watching me. I had to throw her in one of the dumpsters. I admit I was tempted to toss her into the one full of kitchen scraps."

"Clark Jerome Kent..." Martha began to scold him.

"I didn't do it. I tossed her in the one that was mostly bags of shredded paper, there just happened to be a couple heads of discarded lettuce in there too," He tried to reason with her.

"Time was, you liked a girl you pulled on her pigtails," Jonathan chuckled over the line. "Isn't that what you used to do to that Lana girl you liked in grade school?"

"But he's not in grade school anymore, Jonathan," Martha pointed out, "You really should just tell her how you feel."

"It's not that simple. She..." He trailed off, hearing footsteps on his stairs. Lowering his glasses, he x-rayed his door to see Lois stomping her way up to his front step, "I gotta go, Lois just got here."

"Good luck," Martha sing-songed.

"We love you son," Jonathan added.

"I love you too," Clark smiled before hanging up his phone and sliding his glasses back into place.

His front door slammed open and a livid Lois Lane stormed into the apartment. "You low down, back-stabbing, story stealing, piece of slime!" She cried out, "You are scum, Kent, do you hear me? You're lower than scum, you're the amoebas in the mud beneath the rocks that the scum sits on!"

"Good evening Lois, won't you please come in?" Clark greeted her, unphased by her rage, "Would you care for some tea? It's a special, soothing blend that a small tribe in New Guinea offered me when..."

"I don't want any tea, Clark!" Lois ground out, "You know, there may be some women who are fooled by this innocent, charming, handsome, farm boy thing you've trying to push, but not me! Do you have any idea what you've done? My cover is blown now, and so is my story!"

"Lois, I'm sorry," Clark sighed, "I had to, otherwise we both would have been tossed out. At least now Toni will stop looking for the leak. At least my cover is still intact."

"Well good for you!" Lois snarked, "Do you want a medal... or a fruit basket?"

"Lois, sometimes you have to step aside and let someone else have a chance," Clark reminded her, "You have a little sister, didn't your parents ever teach you to share?"

Lois opened her mouth to retort when she was interrupted by a knock on Clark's door. When she turned toward the sound, she missed Clark surreptitiously slide his glasses down to peer through the door where Toni stood, grocery bag in her arms.

"Toni's here," He informed her.

"How would you know?" Lois demanded.

"We have a dinner date tonight," Clark explained.

"Oh, I see," Lois gave him a knowing look, "You don't have to draw me a diagram."

"You can't be here." Clark pointed out, "She can't see you here."

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but you live on the second floor and that door is the only way in or out," Lois pointed out, "What do you expect me to do? Float against the ceiling like Superman?"

"You need to hide until I can distract her enough for you to leave," He instructed as he pushed her toward the closet in his room.

"I don't want to hide!" Lois protested.

"It's our only option right now," He insisted, opening the door to the closet, and firmly pushing her in before closing the door most of the way behind her. He could hear Lois muttering obscenities under her breath as he changed his glasses to his 'Charlie' glasses and went to answer the door. "Toni! This is a surprise."

"Well, you've now saved my business twice," Toni pointed out, "I thought I'd thank you with a home cooked meal."

"I appreciate that, it's been a while since I enjoyed a delicious meal cooked by a beautiful woman," Clark smiled warmly down at her, "Let me take that off your hands."

"Thanks," Toni returned his smile as she handed over the grocery bag, "It was getting a bit heavy."

"It's really no problem," Clark gave her a winning smile as he packed the contents of the bag, "Lasagna?"

"It's a specialty of mine." Toni shrugged.

"Yeah, I'll just bet not her only specialty," Lois huffed under her breath with an eyeroll, having heard the whole conversation, "I bet he's not even looking to distract her anymore, probably forgot I was in here. I guess I might as well get comfortable," She sighed reaching out to feel her way to the wall of the walk-in closet in the dark.

She felt the soft material of what must have been one of Clark's favorite flannels brush against her arm as she reached out. A moment later her hand found something solid, but it seemed to be uneven, rather than a smooth, solid wall like she was expecting. She continued to feel along what she assumed to be the wall of the closet when she felt it move beneath her hand, sliding to the side to reveal a hidden compartment.

"What in the world?" She whispered under her breath as she felt around for a light switch, a pull string, or anything to illuminate the newly discovered space. As she was reaching around, she felt fabric brush against her fingertips, smooth, and soft, and somewhat familiar. A moment later she felt the familiar bump of a toggle on the end of a string hit her hand. With a smile she pulled the string activating the light overhead.

It took her eyes to adjust to the light after being in the dark, but one she was able to focus, she was shocked at what she'd found. The small space held at least four copies of the familiar blue and red unitard on one side and a set of red capes hanging on the other. On the ground in a neat row was a few pairs of the iconic red boots. "What is all this?" She gasped, taking it all in, her brain struggling to comprehend what this meant.

As if in a slide show, her brain started flipping through her interactions with both Superman and Clark. Slowly but surely a few things began to pop out at her. Clark's chiseled body when he answered the door in nothing but a towel. Superman's strong arms. The intense but friendly dark eyes of the man of steel, and the eyes the color of warm hot chocolate that her work partner had. The way the men seemed to echo each other's sentiments. The dark wavy hair the men seemed to share. Their similar heights... their voice... The glimpse of Clark's face she saw through the crack in the closet door when he switched his glasses before greeting Toni not five minutes before...

Oh. My. God... it can't be, he can't be... She thought desperately, her head spinning. I guess Sherlock Holms is right; when you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable is the answer. Clark. Kent. Is. Superman... "I'm gonna kill him."

Lois was just about to storm out and confront Clark when the sound of voices pulled her up short, sending her crashing back into the reality of her situation. She was supposed to be hiding in the closet until Clark was able to provide enough of a distraction to let her make her escape.

"You know," Lois could hear Clark's warm voice practically purr at the other woman who he had taken into his arms, "The lasagna is going to take a while to bake, why don't we start with dessert?"

Lois stared aghast at the sight of Clark, her Clark, passionately kissing the newly appointed head of the Metros. She was frozen in place at the sight until Clark noticed her and gave her the wave off to leave while she had a chance. Lois had to force her feet to move and was soon slipping out the door and closing it behind her with a soft click of the latch engaging.