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Actually, I rather like this chapter. It's pretty much useless to the plot, but it's nice. I can tell when I've done a good job and when I haven't, and in my opinion, I did a fairly good job. But please, leave your opinion. I hope to see lots of reviews!


Lois was packing for the big trip. She had everything prepared, and Richard was going to watch Jason while they were gone. She sighed as she folded some socks. Richard was such a good man; this shouldn't have happened. She hadn't even seen Superman since the kryptonite incident. What if he had given up on her? Well, it was certain that the rest of the world saw him frequently. There were videos and pictures of Superman all over the place.

She looked over at Jason, who was playing something pretty on the piano. Lois sighed again; leave it up to Superman and Lois to create a prodigy child. Something was bothering her, though. How did Jason pull a chunk out of the ship lines with kryptonite? That was something to ask his father. She walked outside onto the balcony over the water.

Searching the skies, she hoped to see the familiar blue and red. The wind ruffled her dark, wavy hair, and a light mist of seawater cooled her face. She leaned on the railing.

She should have suspected something when she heard a creak. Frowning, she leaned over the edge and looked around. There was nothing there but a cliff drop leading to a shallow bay. She shuddered when she saw the barely-concealed jagged rocks sticking up above the otherwise smooth surface of the water. Making a reminder to figure out how to remove them, she pressed her hand on the rail to push herself back up.

After a moment of sudden pressure, the rail gave a groan, followed by a snap. Losing her balance, Lois fell screaming to the rocks below, terrified out of her mind. She curled instinctively into a ball and squeezed her eyes shut, braced for the wave of pain.

Of course, she never hit the rocks. She didn't even hit the water. Lois actually wasn't even sure why she was scared. It was like Superman had an eye on her at all times. She slowly uncurled, cradled in Superman's arms. He smiled down at her, and she melted.

"Why can't you just call me like normal people? Why do you seem to throw yourself at death on a daily basis?" he teased gently in his deep voice. She smiled shyly and looked down at the water passing under them. He wasn't taking her back to her house. Then, she remembered what she wanted to talk to him about.

"We have to talk…about Jason," she said, unable to look him in the eye. She had tried to push him out of her life for so long, had even ignored him when Richard 'died,' and he didn't deserve that.

"What's wrong with Jason?" he asked, stopping in midair and standing straight, levitating so Lois could rest her feet on his. It was like the night at the Daily Planet, where he took her to the sky and showed her Metropolis. Only this time they were surrounded by the sun and sea, basking in the glow of peace.

"Well…he was exposed to kryptonite, and the effects weren't as bad as they were with you. He still…he still had super-strength," she said, and he looked thoughtful.

"Maybe it doesn't affect him because kryptonite doesn't affect humans," he said, thinking hard. Lois shook her head.

"No, when we were on Luthor's ship, he was also exposed to kryptonite, and he tried to push himself away from it," she said. To her surprise, Superman smiled.

"Well, maybe it weakens him, but I guess the effects aren't so bad with the human blood in him," he said abruptly flipping onto his back with Lois lying on top of him. She gasped in surprise when she found her face mere inches from his.

"But let's talk about you for a while. How's the family?" he asked, and Lois giggled despite herself. Here was the one man on Earth that could make her giggle and swoon like a lovesick schoolgirl.

"Well, Jason's doing fine, he looks more and more like you everyday. He even has your eyes," murmured Lois, running her fingers through that perfect, perfect hair. His vivid blue eyes shone with pride that even Lois could see.

"Richard and I sort of broke it off, though," she said in a more serious tone. Clark nodded sympathetically. Lois shrugged.

"And I think Perry may fire me, I haven't brought him an interview with you in weeks," she said, laughing a little. Clark sat up, and Lois slid back to straddle his legs. His hands kept a firm grip on the small of her back, her hands on his broad shoulders.

"Well, let's get him an interview!" he said, looking very serious. Lois smiled at him. Did this man get any better? She pulled a notepad out of her pocket and a pen from behind her ear. Clark laughed.

"Do you go anywhere without office supplies?" he chuckled, and Lois tapped the paper with the pen.

"That's beside the point, we're supposed to be having an interview!" she said, scowling impatiently at him. He nodded and held up his hands as if to ward her off. Lois laughed until she suddenly started slipping back. Then, she shrieked and wrapped her arms around Superman, terrified. They were at least one hundred feet above the water.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist again. She slowly and cautiously let go, and then glared at him.

"You're trying to kill me!" she demanded, praying that he would never let her go. He grinned cunningly.

"Now who's off track?" he joked, leaning over to kiss her nose. She smacked his shoulder, turning her face to hide her blush. He saw it anyway.

"So…back to the interview. First question…do you have a secret identity?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. The question had bothered her since the day the Jason had asked it, and she had decided to ask him. He frowned.

"Well…yes. But I'd prefer if you didn't write that one down. I don't want to be tracked down by random people so they can figure out who I am. It puts everyone around me into danger," he said, wincing. He had almost forgotten about the 'unable to lie' thing. Boy that was difficult. Also, if he chose not to answer the question, Lois would know he did have a secret identity, and would be hurt he didn't tell her.

Lois frowned. Could Jason be right? Could Clark be Superman? She tossed the idea out of her head with a laugh. Clumsy, bumbling Clark, it was impossible. He was tall, yes, and he did look a bit like him…but wouldn't she have noticed something while she lived with him?

Well…Clark definitely seemed strong enough…but he was too goofy and besides, their voices didn't even sound the same. Clark's was a little higher-pitched. Besides, she was an ace reporter, how could she not have noticed something by now?

"Lois? Are you okay?" asked Clark anxiously. Maybe she would realize that he was Clark. Part of him longed for her to know, but another part was desperate to keep it hidden. So, he settled on letting her figure it out. She blinked and looked down at her paper.

"Oh, right…um…second question…what's your favorite food," asked Lois, smiling, "and keep in mind that your answer could affect the eating habits of millions."

"Oh, ahh…I like everything on the food pyramid, of course! Mainly pastas and lean meat, and I like bread. Carbohydrates are good," he added, and Lois tried not to roll her eyes.

"So you don't eat a lot of sugar or fats?" she asked, jotting down bits and pieces of the conversation. Clark smiled cleverly.

"Does it look like I eat a lot of sugar and fat?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. He didn't often compliment himself on how he looked, but he couldn't resist this chance. Lois smirked.

"Got it…no sugar and fats for the Lord of Humility," she muttered, writing it down. Clark laughed and looked down.

"What kind of cologne is that?" she asked seductively, leaning forward to take a deep breath. Clark's heart got stuck somewhere in his mouth.

"Actually, I'd rather not tell. I don't happen to want every man in Metropolis smelling like me," he said, turning his head to nip her neck. She moaned and shuddered, running her tongue along his jaw line. He breathed in deeply.

"Well, I'll tell you what cologne I use if you tell me what kind of shampoo you use," he whispered into her ear. She laughed and kissed him softly.

"I use either Dove or Herbal Essence," she murmured, running her hands along his back. He laughed into her mouth.

"Actually, I technically don't use cologne, I just fly around to nice-smelling places and it kind of sticks," he said, smirking a little. Lois sniffed.

"Mmm, what smells spicy?" she purred, realizing that they stood on the balcony outside her room again.

"Spicy? Oh…that's from stopping a bakery fire in Germany…lots of gingerbread…in fact, I even got a gift basket from the elderly lady owning the store. She was nice," he mumbled against the skin on her collarbone. It was so delicate. Lois pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"Gift basket from Germany, huh? You better share that with me, man of steel," she growled, pushing him onto the bed before pouncing on him. Passion flooded through her, when she realized where she was.

"Oh, damn, I forgot, Clark's coming home in fifteen minutes, and I'm supposed to be packing!" she yelled, leaping off the bed before freezing and leaping back on to give Superman a swift kiss.

"I'm so, so sorry, but you really have to go. I shouldn't have brought you here, even though I'm sure Clark won't be mad, but it's rude to bring another man over when you're staying at a guy's house, and…and…" she blurted all in one breath, frantic. Clark smiled.

"You always talk fast when you're nervous," chuckled Superman in his deep voice. Lois turned around to face him, but when she looked, he was gone. She sat on the bed and sighed, running a hand through her thick hair. Life was so difficult sometimes.


So? I felt like the story needed a little more Lois/Superman interaction. I hope you like this chapter, please review. Tell me what you like and what you don't like.