Disclaimer: I don't own Superman. If I did, I'd have a harem made up of Brandon Routh and Henry Cavill. And possibly Tom Welling.

But mostly Henry Cavill.

A five years had passed since Jemma had initially learnt of Clark's abilities, and although he didn't tell her the whole truth immediately she had been okay with that. It was his private business. They had decided to continue traveling together as well. Both Jemma and Clark found it nice to have someone that was a constant in their lives. They still moved around a lot, occasionally they'd revisit places they'd been before that they hadn't made too much of a splash in. The pair had grown a lot closer and a hell of a lot more comfortable with each other and he had eventually told her about his heritage and his quest to find out more. She had been so understanding and accepting of him that he had kissed her on the spot. It was the first kiss either of them had had in years and the two had started an easy relationship soon after. He recalled that moment as he walked around the deck of the ship he was currently working on, suppressing the small smile that threatened to spread across his once again bearded face.

Clark sat on the bed of the dingy motel staring at the roof; hands under his head as he listened vaguely to the TV that Jemma had left on before she left. That was five hours ago and he knew she'd be due back from work any moment now. Just as he had finished his thought the door began to rattle as the young woman pushed it open, two bags of groceries in her hand and the room key in the other. Clark looked up immediately and she graced him with a grin that made his heart jump a little. He had accepted a long time ago that he had strong feelings for Jemma, but had never found the opportunity to tell her. "Besides," He thought, "It would only make things weird if she doesn't return them."

"I bought some booze, so we can get wasted tonight, in celebration of you finding some work!" She had exclaimed wiggling her eyebrows and brandishing a few bottles of some alcoholic mixture she had bought. Clark smiled at her.

"You know I can't get drunk right?" He asked her, his voice filled with curiosity as she made her way to his spot on the bed, sitting down next to him and allowing him to inspect a bottle of whatever it was she had bought. "What? Is it part of your whole superhuman shit you got going on?" Jemma wondered aloud with a frown. She still didn't know much about his powers, just that he had super strength, hearing, sight and apparently, x-ray vision, the last of which she found extremely amusing and would often randomly ask him what color underwear she was wearing. Clark would then refuse to look at her for the next hour afraid she'd think he was 'looking'. She found his gentlemanliness endearing. Clark nodded at her observation about him. Jemma sighed, lying back down on the bed next to him, blowing out a puff of air.

"Jesus… What are you? An alien?" She asked jokingly, nudging Clark with a laugh. She stopped though, when she realized he hadn't replied to her question and instead was looking rather self-conscious. Jemma immediately sat up and stared at him wide eyed.

"No way."

"I think its time I told you everything… You deserve that much." He said sitting up and Jemma had followed him, placing a hand on his lips, which had surprised him.

"No I don't want you to tell me anything if you feel you must. I only want you to tell me if you want to." She said with a sigh, moving her hand from his lips to cup his face. Clark reached up and covered her hand with his own, moving them down to the space between them on the bed. "I do want to tell you." He said quietly and Jemma braced herself. She had just found out he was an alien and she wasn't sure she could process much more that day but she listened as he practically told her his life story. Some of the things she'd heard before, like the fact he had been adopted, but this time he didn't leave out the part his parents had found him in a space ship in their cornfield.

Clark had never told someone his secret before, not in full at least and once he started he couldn't seem to stop, even when he began fearing that he was boring Jemma to death, he kept going until he got up to the present. When he had finished they sat in silence for a while, until Jemma fell back against the bed, her eyes wide as she went over the information. Finally she sat up again and Clark stared at her expectantly, waiting for her reply.

"Cool." She said suddenly, her face breaking out with a grin and Clark found him self heaving a sigh of relief, although confused at her reaction.

"You… don't care?" He asked nervously and Jemma cocked her head at him.

"To be honest at first I thought you were pulling my leg, but think about it Clark… three months ago I literally saw you catch a falling tree, and before that you heard that lady crying for help across town when she was gagged. No normal person could have done those things, even just a super human. Its not all that surprising that you're not actually... well… human." She told him with a smile, her hand resting on is knee, rubbing in a soothing motion.

"Besides, I don't give a shit that you're an alien, that doesn't change who you are!" Jemma said in a quiet voice as she laid down again, Clark following her this time, lying on his side, his blue yes studying her face.

"Who am I?" He asked after a moment. Jemma knew he was staring at her in that intense way he did sometimes, with his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed and it sort of made her hot but she pushed that aside in favor of answering his question.

"You're kind… and caring… and you can't help yourself when someone's in trouble, hell you'd be dead several times over saving someone if it hadn't of been for the fact your near invincible! You're also really very handsome and did I mention kind hearted? You're also a bit of a boy scout but that's okay, I like that." She said with a smile and a wink and the next thing she knew, Clark had leaned forward and kissed her. It was quick and chaste, but it she so took back what she had said about him being a boy scout. He knew how to kiss. He pulled away almost immediately and apologized.

"I'm sorry Jemma. I didn't mean to be so forward, I-" He started but Jemma had already grabbed his collar, and shut him up by pressing her lips to his in a much slower kiss. Their lips danced against each other for several moments before she felt his hand creep up the back of her neck and tangle itself in her hair. She wanted to melt at the feeling, but she settled for kissing him a little harder, her own hand resting on his chest, and pulling at his shirt and it wasn't long before she felt his tongue run along her bottom lip and she immediately opened her own mouth to give him entrance. His other hand went to her waist as he rolled them on the bed and his hands soon found the hem of her shi-

Clark was suddenly tackled to the ground as a falling crate landed where he had just been standing.

"Watch it dumb-ass! Keep your eyes open otherwise you're gonna get squashed!" Another crewmember yelled at him motioning to his eyes as he got up of the floor. He offered Clark a hand and he took it, allowing the man to pull him up as another crewmember spoke. "Where the hell they find you, Greenhorn?" he remarked and Clark could only stare after them as they walked away. Reliving that memory had been totally worth the scorn of his crew mates.

WOOHOO! Finally into Man of Steel! Sorry for the major Time Skip by the way...

I may have random chapter here and there describing some of their wonderful timeskip adventures ;P

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