A.N. Sorry this took a while to put up: this was the first time I hadn't been sick during finals in years, and, of course, I caught the flu the day after my last exam. Oh well. : P. On the bright side, I have four completely finished and two half-done fics of varying degrees of decency sitting in my notebook, and I'll post them as soon as I type them up and edit them.

Hope you all enjoy this one!

What's in a Name?

Clark Kent, sitting cross-legged on a picnic blanket, napkin tucked into his collar, looked very strange; in fact, he resembled nothing more than a crouching 6'4" spider about to devour its prey -- in this case, an egg roll from the Chinese place down the street.

Lois stretched and fiddled with her rice as Clark contentedly put down his egg roll and removed his suit jacked. Lois knew they must present an odd picture to anyone who didn't know them -- and even some of those who did. Gangly Clark in his old-fashioned vest and glasses, herself in an office suit and the sneakers Clark had fetched for her, and Jason incongruously flopped on his stomach drawing yet another masterpiece for the refrigerator door. Red and blue crayons -- ten to one odds on what the subject was.

Lois sighed as Clark dribbled some coffee onto his napkin, but her frown turned into a smile as Jason, taking an absentminded sip of his soda, did the same thing. Just another way her munchkin took after Clark, and judging by the look in Clark's eyes, it had been the real Clark, not Planet Clark, that had just been clumsy.

Planet Clark? Hmm -- sounded strange. Then again, what wasn't strange about dating a mild-mannered reporter whose alter ego was a crime-fighting superhero from another planet?

Clark raised his eyebrows at her as she giggled.

"Whazzo-" he paused, swallowed, and continued. "What's so funny?"

"I know too many Clarks."

She grinned as he scooted closer to her and put his arm around her.

"Too many?" His breath landed softly on her neck, and Lois shivered.

"Well, there's Planet Clark - he's nice, but clumsy and much too naïve. Had Perry demanded the story on our two-month anniversary, Planet Clark would probably have told me, then run off and hidden in the storage closet because he couldn't face me." She leant back into him, not really caring if they looked like a pair of lovestruck teenagers. "Super Clark would have pretended he forgot, then whisked me off to Paris for the weekend." His arms tightened just a bit, and she smiled. "And then there's Real Clark -- also known as Happy Clark. He would have realized things don't always go to plan, gotten down on his knees and offered Perry his firstborn for a long lunch hour, picked Jason up and bought -- oh, I don't know, a picnic blanket and some Chinese takeout, and given me one of the best surprises of my life."

"Tell me more about this Clark," he said as he shifted and kissed the top of her head.

"Hmm…let's see: he's a farm boy from Kansas raised with good old-fashioned morals and beliefs -- not to mention fashion sense--"

"Let me guess, light-blue three piece suits?"

"Exactly. Why, do you know him?"

"I think I might, just a bit."

Lois backed off and turned around so she was facing him. Her heart leaped when she saw his eyes; three months together and he still made her feel butterflies.

"Well, this Clark -- he's a stand-up guy, someone you can rely on whenever you're in trouble or just need someone to talk to. Sometimes his job keeps him busy, but he does his best to be there when you need him. He's not had much experience with kids, but he's turning out to be a good father, whether it involves playing ball after work or being stern when the tyke wants to skip his homework."

Clark opened his mouth to say something, but Lois raised her finger to hush him.

"And you know what? I think that if all the other Clarks were to suddenly disappear, I'd still be happy. Because this Clark is the one I fell in love with, and I wouldn't trade him for all the Clarks in the world."

His eyes were gleaming, and as he kissed her one part of Lois' mind heard Jason's tortured "mo-ooom", felt her hand slip into the sweet and sour chicken and realized that, yes, they looked ridiculous, and, yes, people were staring, but at that moment she couldn't have cared less; she had finally found the Clark Kent she had dreamed of all these years, and it would have been worth an eternity of ridicule to be with him.