Disclaimer: I don't own 'Superman'. But, he does live in my closet IT'S TIME TO COME OUT THE CLOSET, 'SUPERMAN'.

Copyright: I officially copyright Clara. Cause she's THAT awesome.

A/n: The beginning kinda sucks. Damn writer's block was still kickin' when I wrote that part, towards the end it gets better, so DON'T GIVE UP ON THIS CHAPTER!

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Clara had thought about what had transpired between her and Clank a few hours ago. It bothered her. Apparently, she had brought up a sensitive subject. But, why was it sensitive? The psychiatrist in her was curious to know.

She tried to come up with many logical explanations, but they all left her in the same spot she was in now. Nowhere. The only explanation she could think of was illogical, but, as a wise man once told her; expect the un expected. She sighed.

"Maybe Clank was telling the truth."

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Clank was sitting on the couch, watching T.V. He felt like he wasn't hearing what was being said. He sighed.

Knock, Knock

He stayed put, knowing who was at the door, but not wanting to answer it.

Knock, Knock

He sighed.

Knock, Knock

He decided to answer, knowing that Clara could knock all day. He opened the door and Clara became tight lipped and uncomfortable. She wrung her red nailed hands and played with her black bangs, in a nervous fashion.

"Umm...Clank?" she asked, timidly.

"Clara?"

"I think I believe you now."

Clank was surprised. Clara was stubborn, and expected it to take a while to get her to believe him.

"Why?" he asked.

Clara sighed. "The newspaper clippings."

Clank had forgotten about the events of the day before, He had tried to forget about it, opting for putting it towards the back of his mind.

"May I come in?" asked Clara, more quiet than he'd ever heard her.

"Sure." Clank stepped aside and led Clara to the couch.

"Clara-"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't've snooped like that."

"Clara-"

"But, I just want to know-"

"Clara!"

Clara clamped her mouth shut.

"Clara, you should not be apologizing. I overreacted."

Clara fidgeted, biting her acrylic nails in thought. "Clank," she started "What was that a picture of anyway?"

Clank ran his fingers through his hair, combing out the tangles. He cleared his throat. "Clara, there is a lot you do not know about me." His hands began to tremble.

Clara became concerned. She reached out to hold his hand, calming his tremors. Clank pulled away.

"Clank?"

He walked towards the window, curling up on the loveseat, staring out the window. "Have you ever felt like you have everything you have ever wanted?"

Clara nodded. "Sure. Loads of times."

"How did you feel when it all went away?"

Clara's thoughts strayed to her now ex-boyfriend, Jim. "It felt...crushing..."

"Well, try multiplying that feeling by ten."

Clara brought her eyes to the floor.

"That picture...was of my lover." Clank choked out.

Clara eyes widened as her head shot up. Clank had buried hie head in his hands. Clara got up.

"Clank?" she asked, timidly. She walked towards him, cautiously. She bid her hand on his head, feeling the soft threads of his hair through her fingers. She began to comb with her fingers; massaging his scalp, then dragging them through to the tip.

"Don't!" As if in a panic, Clank pulled away from Clara, shooting up from his seat to go stand as far away as he could.

"He used to do that. He said he thought my hair was pretty." Clank began to pet his hair, in an almost obsessive fashion.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." Clara brought her eyes down in shame. Clara noticed the clippings on the floor. She picked them up, examining them closely.

"What was his name?"

Clank sniffed. "Ratchet."

"That's an odd name."

"So is Clank, but you have never had any problems with it."

Clara smiled slightly. "Why is you name Clank?"

Clank shrugged. "Just a nickname." He scratched his forearm.

Clara blinked. "Then what's your real name?"

Clank shook his head. "That is of none importance."

Clara glared, but did not press the matter. She shifted the pictures, studying the second one.

"Then who's this?" she said, holding the paper in front of her face.

Clank stared for a moment, in a trance like state. He licked his lips, daring his eyes around the room, like a caged animal. "Me "

"You?" Clara asked; skeptical. Clank nodded.

Clara looked from the photo to Clank, trying to find the connection between the two. "How?"

"Al did it?"

"Where is Al?" Clara looked around the apartment.

"He went out shopping."

Clara 'hmm'ed quietly. "Then, how'd he do it?"

Clank shrugged. "He made this device and-"

"But, that's impossible!"

"Al thought so too, but he found a way." Clank shifted slightly.

Clara was still skeptical. She peered at Clank through her bangs, crossing her arms, and shifting her weight. "That must've been some advanced technology. I mean, there's a totally different atomic compound between steel and living tissue, making it impossible to-" Clara clamped her mouth shut, realizing that her babbling was making her sound judgmental.

"Clank," Clara tries to gain Clank's attention. When his eyes met her blue ones, she continued. "I'm not saying I don't believe you. I'm just saying how unbelievable it sounds. You get my meaning?"

Clank nodded slightly. "I think I get it."

Clara huffed, disturbing the bangs that hung in her face. "What were you, James Bond or something?"

"You could say that. I was very famous."

She blinked. "Seriously?"

Clank chuckled. "Seriously."

"Get out!" she exclaimed, a new light coming to her eyes, her own dreams of becoming an actress coming to her mind. "What was it like?"

Clank shrugged. "Boring, mostly." He sat down next to Clara."All it really was, was the director yelling out commands, and me following them."

Clara giggled. "Well, I still wanna be an actress. It'd be kinda cool, y'know? Meet new people, see new things. That type of stuff." Clank nodded.

"Was he an actor, too?" Clara asked, pointing to the other picture.

"Who, Ratchet? No. He tried a couple of times, but he was not very good at it." Clank giggled. "It was not really his thing."

"Then what was his thing?" Clara asked, curiously.

Clank cleared his throat. "Being a hero."

"What 'chu mean? Like 'Superman' hero, or cop hero."

"A little of both."

Clara raised her eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?"

Clank swallowed. "He saved the galaxy, but he did not have all those powers that 'Superman' has."

Clara blanched. "The galaxy!? Damn, we can barely keep order on one planet, and he was supposed to save an entire galaxy!?"

"Well, he did not have to. He wanted to."

"Why?" Clara asked.

Clank shrugged. "I think I sort of helped with that. I always pushed him to do the right thing. He was good at what at it, so I think it stuck."

Clara snorted, inspecting his picture. "You mean to tell me that puny thing ran around, kicking evil alien butt?"

"Yes. He was quite good at making explosions." Clank said, pointing to the gun in the picture. "I used to accompany him, when I was a robot."

"Why did you stop when you became a non-robot?"

"We both thought it would be too dangerous. I was completely useless as an organic. At least as a robot, if you repair me, I could just come back alive. That is a little harder when you are an organic." Clank said, sadness beginning to cloud his eyes.

Clara put her arm around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. Clank sniffed.

"How'd he die?"asked Clara.

Clank shook his head. "I do not want to talk about it."

Clara pulled Clank away from her body. "Okay." she said, a grim smile stretching across her face. "Maybe I should leave."

"No, you do not have to." Clank said, wiping his eyes.

"Okay."

There was silence for a moment.

"Clara?"

"Yes, Clank?"

"Would you get the photo album? I promise, I will tell you everything."

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End notes: I love this chapter. Mainly because of the picture that comes to mind of Clank curled up on the couch, 'cause to me Clank looks like the Mpreg child of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy (if you don't get that, then don't worry about it, my brain has been corrupted by crazed fangirls). If I could draw, I would totally draw him. Maybe some one else can? wink, wink nudge, nudge. On another note, the chapters will get considerably longer, 'cause now we get into the plot, so it might take me a while to update again. Plus, I've gone in a completely different direction with this story and now have to sort that out in my brain. I'm debating on whether or not to start another story, 'cause I KNOW I'm gonna abandon this one if I do that, but I REALLY want to write the other one, so I have to figure all that out. Maybe if ALL MY READERS REVIEWED, I wouldn't have to have that much of a problem choosing. And I know I have readers. I check my stats. SO, I'm not begging (not my thing), but please review. Thank you! —really long rambling.