Lois almost finds out. Next chappie will be it!

A/N: Thanksto all of you who have corrected me. I guess there's a lot more to learnabout Superman! Thanks again, I appreciate it. And...he bleeds because Lex stuck kryptonite in...again. And...sorry about that part where she called Superman "Clark"...my mistake. Sorry!

Lois' POV

Chapter Five: Lois' New Life


"I hope you like Italian." Clark mumbled as he pulled into the parking lot.

I laughed. "The last time I ate Italian was when Richard-"

Clark looked at me. "You didn't have to push him away."

I turned away. "I know I regret it but something inside tells me that it was the right choice."

When we were seated and had finally ordered our dinner, Clark nervously started to organize his fork, spoon, and knife in an order.

He looks so cute when he's nervous.

I shook my head. "No, too soon Lois."

Clark looked up. "What?"

"Um...uh, the knife and the spoon are on your right and the fork and the napkin are on your left." I quickly said.

His ears turned red. "I wasn't really-"

"I know." I smiled at him and took his hand. Clark gave me a goofy grin. I laughed.

"I shudder to think what your high school picturewould looklike." I commented and we chuckled over the thought.

When the meals came, we were halfway through the plates until Clark started to look uncomfortable.

"Clark? Something wrong?" I asked nervously. He looked around the room, as if counting the windows in the restaurant. I followed his eyes and shook my head. "Clark?"

"Lois, I have to go. Something...urgent just came up. I'm sorry. Take my keys and keep my car until tomorrow." Clark dropped the keys on the table, stood up and headed towards the door.

"No, Clark wait!" I ran after him but I had no clue where he went in the parking lot. His car was still there but he seemed to have vanished in the dark.

I took Clark's key and opened the door to his car and got in, racing around town to find Clark.


"Clark, where are you!" I pouted. I had searched the entire city of Metropolis but Clark was nowhere to be found. It was getting late...and it was starting to rain.

I tried to start the car again but it had ran out of gas. Apparently, I was too carelessto stop at the gas stations that I searched in to fill up the tank.I cursed under my breath and stepped out into the rain and yelled, "CLARK!"

"Lois, what on Earth are you screaming about?"

I turned around. "Thank God you're here!" I ran to hug Superman. He held me tight. "Is this the Clark Kent you told me about?"

I nodded as my grip tightened. He flew me back to my house. "Clark is safe. I promise you, that he'll be at work tomorrow."

"How do you know that Clark is safe? Where is he?"My feet finally touched the ground as Jason peeked out of the window.

"Superman! You're back!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"Jason! It's 2 in the morning, you should be asleep!" I scolded him.

"Sorry Mommy, but Superman came here to tell me a story...right?" Jason looked at Superman, eyes pleading for more time.

"Of course. Every night Jason." Superman gave him a wink.

"And you, Lois, Clark is at home...sleeping. I found him...at the Daily Planet...searching for his...uh, briefcase." Superman gave me a reassuring smile and a peck on the forehead. "Don't worry."

My arms slid from his waist to his arms. A warm, dark red liquid reached my fingers.

"What-" I flipped his arm over. A deep gash was in his forearm. "Superman, let me clean that out."

He shook his head. "I'm a superhero. Blood won't stop me."

"But I can." I pulled him into the house and stopped by Jason.

"Superman and I will bejust a second...Superman got a...boo-boo." I winced as I felt the gash again and it was nothing compared to a "boo-boo."

"But Jason, where's Daddy?" I couldn't help but ask my son.

"He put me to bed and left. He said something about a fight you had." Jason took out his inhaler, for caution.

"So, that means, you were at home alone?" The thought provoked me terribly.

"No, Superman took over. I told Daddy that." Jason nodded at Superman.

I whistled under my breath. "Richard would've loved that comment." I muttered sarcastically.

"Okay Jason, just, get under you covers before you catch a cold and we'll be right back." I tucked him in and took Superman's other arm to the bathroom to clean it out.

"Who did this to you? This is so deep." I examined Superman's gash closely.

Superman pulled away. "Lex."

"He's back?" I whispered. "Did he use kryptonite? Oh my God..."

Superman stood still and then said, "I've got something at...home. It'll take care of this. I don't want to go back to the hospital."

"Superman, it's not like the headlines would be screaming, 'Superman Gets Stitches; What a Baby!'. I'm just...concerned." I finally said.

"Jason's probably upstairs waiting. Lois, I'm fine. Thank you for your help though." He headed upstairs. I stared after him.

What has my life become?


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