A/N: All right, bear with me for a moment. This story originally came to me as a body-swap thing, but a review from DragonFlame27 made me realize that it was a mite predictable and more than a little corny. So I have a request. I am posting the original chapter 2, and if you think it works, let me know. If you don't like the idea, let me know, and I will post the updated chapter 2. I'll have to rework the story a bit, but it will follow mostly the same lines I intended it too. Thanks, DragonFlame27 (and I'm sorry to disappoint). Oh, and I also wanted to say how much I love the Superman fans. I got nine reviews on one chapter! I've died and gone to heaven!

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'im. My brother's name is Brandon, though. Huh. Go figure.

Chapter 2: Awakening

Richard was flying. Really, truly flying. He felt strong and happy and good, and the water below him was clear and smooth as glass. His mind flickered briefly back to what his college psych professor had said about flying dreams (it had to do with Freud and his fixation with… well, you know). But the sheer joy of the dream pulled him away from that. For the first time in a long time, he felt free.

Then the beeping started. He groaned and rolled over in bed, waiting for Lois to shut off the alarm as she always did, but it kept beeping steadily, the shrill noise drilling into his head. He reached out a hand and groped for the clock. When he found it, he hit it with what was obviously more force than necessary. Although he barely felt it, he could hear the wood splinter as his hand passed through the nightstand. And that's when he woke up completely.

Clark turned on his side, hugging the comforter more tightly around himself. He felt inordinately cold, but that made the blanket feel all the nicer. He smiled softly in his half-asleep state. It felt good to sleep. Normal, too. He was almost annoyed when the alarm sounded. But the alarm meant that he would go into work, and going into work meant he would see Lois. He reached out next to him, but his hand couldn't find the source of the beeping. Then he noticed something odd. He couldn't pinpoint the sound, as usual, with his ears. With the blanket up around his head, it was muffled.

The beeping ceased, and he slowly lowered the comforter. There was something wrong, but he was too groggy to focus. His body felt strange, heavy and lumbering as he moved. His arm was heavier than he could ever remember it being. Then an all-too-familiar voice spoke next to him, "Are you gonna get up, sleepy-head?"' Lois teased. And that's when he woke up completely.

Richard stared at himself in the mirror. A pair of impossibly blue eyes stared back. Inhumanly blue. He touched the face that wasn't his, probing, examining. He glanced down. He didn't look like someone who could lift a growing continent and toss it into space, but the body he was wearing had done just that. And it scared him. He scanned the room silently, trying to find the ever-recognizable suit, perhaps draped nonchalantly over a chair, or even hanging in the open closet.

Then his eyes lit on a vaguely familiar pair of glasses on the nightstand. He couldn't see the suit anywhere, but he walked over to the glasses, curious. He put them in front of his eyes, and his vision immediately blurred. His mind went back to what Lois had said about Superman's powers. Wasn't there something about being able to see through things? So he looked past the glasses… and straight through the wall. A blush rose on his cheeks when he realized the girl next door probably didn't want anyone watching her shower. He tried again, only this time, he concentrated harder. He could see normally. Still holding the glasses, he walked in front of the mirror again. He looked at himself without them, and saw Superman. But when he put the glasses on…

This isn't happening, he thought. Clark Kent's modest face had replaced that of the Man of Steel. He lowered the glasses again, just to sanity check himself, then started to laugh. Sanity check? He was in Superman's body! God knew where the man himself had gone. Then a thought struck him. If he was in Superman's (or Clark Kent's) body, then maybe Clark Kent was in his body. Richard ran a hand through his (now much darker) hair. He had just made several startling revelations:

1. He was now officially inhabiting the body of the most recognizable face on the planet

2. That body normally belonged to a bumbling reporter from the Daily Planet

3. Said bumbling reporter apparently moonlighted as a superhero

4. And last, but most certainly not least; said bumbling reporter who apparently moonlighted as a superhero would very shortly be waking up with Richard's wife.

It was this last that most disturbed him.

Clark was hyperventilating in the bathroom as Lois stood outside, asking what was wrong. He looked at his (no, not his, Richard's) face in the mirror, and that face looked very surprised indeed. How had it happened? The star… there was no way that a wish on a star could have come true, no matter how much Jiminy Cricket sang to the contrary. It just wasn't possible! He put a hand to his face, felt the stubble there, and knew that it wasn't a dream. The he heard the phone ring, and listened as Lois walked over to pick it up. She spoke in a hushed voice, and Clark felt himself longing for his old ears. A few seconds later, however, he realized that it didn't matter that he couldn't hear. Lois knocked on the door again, and she sounded confused, "Um. Richard?" she asked, "It's Clark. He wants to talk to you. Says it's important."

Clark froze. He was calling himself? How weird was that? With a groan, he realized that his own body would not just be lying there without a soul. And he had a pretty good idea whose soul it was. He steadied himself and, taking a deep breath, opened the door. He and Richard needed to talk. Desperately.

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