Disclaimer: I don't own Superman

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, I love getting them. Hah, just a side note in case you haven't noticed already, bad things always happen when Jenna babysits; or, at least, to her.


Lucy strolled into the living room, setting a cup of coffee on the table for Clark when he woke up. She bit her lower lip when she saw Clark fast asleep, his bare arms curled under the pillow. Despite the cool weather, he had kicked the covers down a bit, revealing his back. Lucy meandered casually closer, until she was right behind him.

Her eyes swept over him, admiring his well-built torso. She mouthed a 'wow.' Suddenly, she noticed a rather long scar on his lower back, about two inches long. Cautiously, curiously, she reached out a slender finger to touch the mark. Lightly, she stroked the indent, wondering. At contact, thought, Clark bolted upright, and Lucy yelped, covering her mouth so as not to wake Jason. Breathing hard, Clark looked around and noticed Lucy. Pausing for a split second, he whisked his glasses from the side table and put them on, turning confusedly to face Lois' younger sister, who changed from pale to bright red.

"I-I just wanted to wake you up, I needed help making breakfast," she said quickly, thinking fast. What other excuse could she have for standing there and ogling him like an idiot? Blushing, she tried a half-smile, and was relieved when Clark shyly returned it. Secretly thanking whoever was watching over her for not making breakfast yet, she led Clark to the kitchen, straightening her fair hair. She wished she had changed out of pajamas, but at least they weren't the awful but comfortable frilly pink ones.

Clark was mixing pancake batter when he noticed something. When he was far from her, Lucy's heart rate and breathing were normal, but every time he came anywhere near her, both quickened. He sighed, pouring the batter onto the pan. Lois was more than a handful; he didn't need another woman to complicate things. Well…Lois didn't seem to notice Clark, but she was all over Superman. Lucy, though, liked him for Clark. Why didn't Lois? Maybe it was because she thought he was just another man here to make things harder for her. He was pretty sure she didn't want to go through the situation she had with Richard twice, even though she wouldn't have to.

Suddenly, he heard people screaming…in German. Gasping slightly, he wondered what to do. He looked around for an excuse, and then had an idea. Trying to hurry, he picked up the jug of milk, shaking his hands a little. Sure enough, he managed to tip the milk while making it look like an accident.

"Oh, shoot, I'm sorry, Lucy, I'll run out and buy more," he stuttered, racing out the door and grabbing his coat. Lucy stared after him for a second, and then huffed, getting some paper towels to clean up the milk. Why was he in such a hurry? It was just milk.

Superman lowered the man gently to the ground. After stopping to distract Lucy, he was almost too late. The suicidal man nearly made it to the ground; it was a good thing the towers in Germany were tall. Smiling and letting the policemen thank him, he decided to stop by and visit Richard. Jason had said to tell Richard about his almost straight A report card…there was still the little matter of gym. Oh well, seven A's and a B weren't going to prevent him from going to college. He flew quickly, stopping by France. Scanning, he found Richard's apartment. Richard had given him the address a while back.

Flying into some dense trees, he quickly changed into his regular clothes. Strolling casually down the street, he entered the city.

"Clark! Come in, come in," said Richard, steering his friend into the apartment. It was rather large and well-furnished, with a beautiful view into Paris. Clark smiled that toothy, farm boy grin at Richard. He was happy for him. Richard deserved every luxury the world had to offer.

"So, how are things back in America?" asked Richard, pouring Clark and himself a coffee. Clark shrugged.

"Alright, Jason sends his love, Lois still doesn't know about me, but don't worry, she's moping in her room. I assume that means she misses you," he said, accepting the hot drink with a relieved sigh. It was times like these he enjoyed having friends.

"Well, I send my love doubled back to Jason, and to Lois if you could tell her…and I wish you good luck surviving what I'm about to tell you," said Richard, his face suddenly sobering. Clark frowned, and Richard handed him a newspaper clipping. Clark read the article out loud.

"Spacecraft abducted by billionaire Rachel Jennings while on the way of her paid tour of the moon. NASA indicates that she had several accomplices, James Johnson, Roger Berrick, Kurt Foghart, Greg Thompson, and Erick O'Hanna. NASA claims that all identified themselves with fake IDs, and hid their real identities along with their criminal records," said Clark, his jaw dropping. No wonder he couldn't find Rachel! She wasn't on the planet! She was right above his head the entire time! Clark would have punched himself if it would have hurt.

"But why would she go into space?" asked Clark, perplexed. Richard shrugged, and they thought about it for a minute.

"Wait a second…she's Luthor's daughter, right?" said Richard suddenly, and they stopped and stared at each other. Of course, Luthor was after fame and fortune, both of which he tried to build last time out of…

"The crystals," breathed Clark, horrified. Richard, though, laughed, and Clark gave him an incredulous look.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" he yelled, and Richard stopped to wipe a tear from his eye.

"Rachel Jennings is toast. Don't forget, she thinks you're dead. The last she saw of you was you dying from the radiation on the boat. Why, then, would she arm herself with kryptonite? The only man it can actually kill is lying dead at the bottom of the bay," said Richard, and Clark grinned. There would definitely be no need to rush; he could wait until she was inside the atmosphere. She had to come down sometime. And when she did, he would be there, waiting for her.

"Thanks again, Richard," said Clark, heading for the door. Time had flown by while he caught up on old times with his friend, and it was past lunch now.

"Lucy and Lois will be wondering where you've gone," laughed Richard, having heard of the breakfast incident hours ago. Clark jumped and turned around.

"Oh, that reminds me, you don't happen to have a new gallon of milk on you, do you?" he asked, chuckling a little. Richard sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine, you can have it, I know for a fact you just scanned my refrigerator," said Richard good-naturedly, "But you owe me two eighty-seven."

"Thanks, bye," called Clark, taking the jug and flying out the window, but not before changing into Superman again. The press would have a field day seeing Clark Kent randomly flying around carrying a jug of milk. That was front-cover worthy.

"Damn it, Kent, where have you been?" yelled Lois the instant Clark steeped through the door. He winced and held out the milk, smiling hopefully.

"You were gone for four hours getting milk?" she snapped, bewildered. He shook his head.

"Actually, I met up with an old friend of mine on the way, and we sort of lost track of time," he said, and Lucy looked mildly amused.

"Who could be that interesting?" she asked rhetorically, and Clark smiled. They actually bought his story?

"Well, did you forget that we have a dinner party tonight at the office, and we still need to get you a suit?" she asked, and he mentally slapped himself. The dinner party!

"Oh, I think I can whip something up," he said, slipping away to Jason's room. Jason was sitting at his little desk, drawing contentedly. Clark pulled a package out from beneath his coat. It was wrapped in brown paper and tied with a ribbon, a little note for Jason sticking up. Clark hadn't read it out of respect, though he was sure that Richard hadn't put anything personal or bad in there.

Jason ripped off the paper and squealed softly when he saw the present, a large brown teddy bear and a tin full of delicious cookies and cakes from France. Then, he noticed the note and picked it up to read. Clark left the room, having delivered the package, and left to find a suit for the party.

"Where could he be?" asked Lois, tapping one high-heeled foot. They had to leave in fifteen minutes, and Clark wasn't even here. He had left to go buy a suit. Lois was dressed in a slim black dress that stopped just below the knee, with slits up the sides. It was rimmed with red, and had a red ribbon around her small waist. Her shoes were black, and had ribbons that wound halfway up around her shins.

Lucy shrugged, looking just as lovely in a light blue dress; her blonde hair pulled up into a neat bun and tied with a blue ribbon. Lois checked her watch again, and tapped her foot. She once again had to go through the trouble of convincing Jenna to baby-sit again, which took an hour and a half without Clark's help. She told Jenna that she must have been dreaming about Superman being in the house, and it worked since Jenna was asleep when she came home.

"I hope he finds something a little more appealing than that tacky suit he usually wears," grumbled Lois, and Lucy laughed.

"I don't know, I think it's kind of cute," she said, just as Clark stepped through the door.

"Where were yo…" she started, her voice fading as she took a good look at Clark. Far from his usual outdated brown suits, he looked fantastic in a black suit, neat and pressed. His hair could do with some styling and the glasses rather ruined the stunning effect, but he looked great all the same.

"Lois? Is it that bad? Because I can change," he stuttered self-consciously, running a hand through his hair. He cringed a little on the inside. He had thought this suit looked rather nice! Maybe she didn't like his sense of style…

"No, no, Clark, you look gr-great…we should go," she said quickly, waving goodbye to the babysitter and urging Clark and Lucy out the door. She blushed a little. Was Clark really just hiding under old, tacky clothes? Or…was Superman?

The thought popped to mind before she could stop it. It actually brought a soft laugh from her lips. Clark, be Superman? It was impossible. She watched as he fumbled the keys trying to open the door for her. How could Superman be that clumsy?

'Well,' a tiny voice said in the back of her mind, 'Superman isn't stupid. He wouldn't just walk around all smooth and handsome, he would pick an appropriate disguise, someone the exact opposite of him…clumsy…awkward…boyish,'

The thought was unnerving. Right then, Lois Lane decided that she had another story to find; who was Clark Kent?


This chapter isn't very important, but I always like a little family time for Clark and Co. Besides, it is a comedy, right? Well, I'm currently working on a not comedy, Son of Kal-El, I brought it up earlier, and I was considering it to either be a sequel to this or just related to it; but just by little bits and pieces. It's about Jason when he's seventeen, and he's having a tough time with puberty and trying to figure out if he's on the side of justice or the side of evil. What do you think?