A/N: I'm so sorry for the long delay! There's been a lot of school stuff going on lately, but suffice to say, I've been pretty bogged down. And you have all been so nice to me- thirty-two reviews for three chapters! Speaking of which, I should address your questions. Nearly everyone said he learned to drive in at least two different shows. But, most of you thought it was funny, so I guess that's all that counts. And about the marriage thing. I completely forgot that they were only engaged. It was a big goof on my part, I should have reread the novelization before I wrote anything, and I apologize. But, seeing as the damage has been done, I think it can't hurt to just pretend that I didn't make that glaring error and meant for them to have been married. And, in answer to L.E. Jones's question, he felt heavier in Richard's body because he's used to being super-strong. Without that strength, he feels heavy in a normal body.

There, I think I've answered everyone's comments. So, on with the show!

Oh, right, first the Disclaimer: I don't own Superman, Richard, or Neo. Yes, I said Neo. If you want to know why, read!

P.S. In the first scene, they are referred to by their consciousnesses, not their bodies, because it is just the two of them.

The First Jump

"I really don't think this is a good idea, Clark," Richard half-shouted over the wind. He stared down at the ground, several dozen stories below and gulped. He wasn't the kind to be afraid of heights (being a pilot wasn't for the faint-hearted) but looking a four hundred foot drop straight in the eye wasn't something that could be taken lightly.

"Sure it is!" Clark shouted back, grinning widely.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Clark hesitated, then nodded, "Why aren't you?" he asked, "It's not like the fall would kill you."

"But it would kill you," Richard said flatly. Every time he flew, just behind the pure joy and exhilaration, there was a little voice in the back of his head that quietly told him just how wrong it was to be in the air. He wasn't sure if Clark had that voice, but it didn't seem like it.

"Don't worry," Clark held up a hand, "I won't go jumping off any buildings while you're not looking."

Richard didn't answer. Instead, he turned back to the edge of the building and pulled slightly at the collar. He winced as a half his shirt came away, revealing the blue underneath. He was still trying to get used to the strength that was compacted in Clark's body (he'd nearly put his foot through the floor when driving Jason to school.)

"You need to practice flying," Clark said. He looked worried as he glanced out at the city, "If someone's in trouble…" he trailed off and looked worriedly at Richard, "You have to be able to help them."

Richard sighed and stepped behind a power box on the roof. When he emerged, he was… still Clark Kent.

Clark looked annoyed, "Don't forget to take the glasses off.'

"Oh! Sorry," Richard folded the black frames carefully and Clark plucked them out of his hand.

Clark scratched his neck and looked at Richard, "Well, I guess it's time for lesson one… actually lesson two, since you seem to have the running down pretty well."

"What's lesson two?" Richard asked, stepping back apprehensively.

"Jumping."

"Jumping?"

"Jumping," Clark pointed to the building across from them, "You just have to jump, from this building to there and back."

Several hundred thousand years of human evolution begged to differ, "Uh, no."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes," before Richard could counter, Clark continued, "Think of it like that scene in The Matrix," he paused, brow furrowing, "Except you'll make it on the first jump."

"So now I'm Neo?"

"He does do that Superman thing in the third one."

Richard groaned as Clark smiled goofily, "Fine," he said. And several hundred thousand years of human evolution went screaming down the drain.

Lois sat at her desk, chewing her pen thoughtfully. She needed someone to bounce ideas off of, but Richard was still dropping Jason off and Clark… well, she really had no idea where he was. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. Since her partner was effectively MIA, she had a perfectly legitimate excuse for not working, and t seemed to be a perfect time to start thinking about everything. Her mind had been in a blender since the moment she'd first seen Superman outside the window of the airplane.

What she couldn't get over was how sweet and understanding he'd been. Why did he have to be so good? Why couldn't he hold a grudge against Richard like most normal men would? And Richard was worse. Now that Superman was back, he had, understandably, become a little wary of his wife's past dalliances with the Blue Boy Scout. But he remained civil and kind and… oh god in heaven, how would she tell him that Jason wasn't his son? She herself didn't even know how that had happened.

"Uh, Ms. Lane? Are you all right?" she looked up to see Jimmy standing by her desk, his camera shoving aside his tie and his hair askew.

"I-I'm fine," she said, then looked in the monitor. Her eyes were red-rimmed. Had she been crying?

"You sure?'

She straightened, "Of course I'm sure," she smiled, just to prove her point.

"Okay," he said slowly, then remembered something and disappeared into the maelstrom that was the bullpen. Lois slumped down again and buried her face in her hand. How had she given birth to Superman's child? She had no memory of it at all!

A shout from Perry's office pulled her mind away from the thought. She filed it away for later. The next time she saw Superman, she'd have to ask him about that.

Richard stood on the edge of the rooftop, eyes squeezed tightly shut. The voice in the back of his head was muttering to itself in its little corner, having given up screaming bloody murder. Clark stood behind him, arms folded across his chest and a small scowl on his face.

"Just jump, Richard," he said, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly.

Richard took a deep breath, tensed his legs, and heard the little voice whisper into his ear "No one ever makes the first jump." He swallowed and felt his legs begin to shake, but before he could do anything, Clark shoved him from behind. This was not good. The ground was coming towards him at a speed that was entirely too straightforward, and he threw his arms up, willing himself to stop in midair. He knew that it could never work, that he'd still fall to his… he'd stopped. He opened his eyes and looked down. He hovered about halfway up the side of the building and gazed into the surprised eyes of the people below him. He smiled at them, and urged his body to move up. It did, and he felt the wind begin to rush past him in the opposite direction from before. Slowly, he came to eye-level with Clark, who was looking at him expectantly.

"Well?"

Richard looked down at himself, still hovering away from the building, "That was… amazing," he breathed, and tried going faster. It worked, and he let out a whoop of joy. Two hundred feet higher, he heard Clark speak again.

"Told you so."

So, what did you think? Did I explain everything well enough? I hope ya'll liked it, and I'll try to get the next one out sooner.