Disclaimer: If I owned Superman, would I still want to be writing fanfiction?

Yes, probably.

By the next morning, Jemma and Clark had left town, making their way as quickly as possible to Elmsmere, where they had heard of the strange discovery made by the military. When they had finally arrived, somehow Clark had managed to get both their names on the payroll of one of cargo companies, He as a laborer named 'Joe' and Jemma as a caterer named 'Becky'. It wasn't the first time either of them had used the aliases, but Jemma still had to suppress an eye roll at the uncreativeness of the names Clark had come up with. Jemma vaguely remembered telling him that they sounded like "An old hillbilly couple living in the south and raisn' cattle while chewin' on straw." The young woman sighed as she shivered on the spot, currently standing in one of the tent like buildings that had been erected and was being used as a cafeteria of sorts for the soldiers and workers. She had been cleaning up after any and all who entered for their meal times four the last three hours, and last she had seen 'Joe' was when he had stopped by an hour ago to tell her he was to go and help some journalist named Lois Lane, that was coming to carry her bags, and it was now early evening. Jemma had heard of Lois Lane before and greatly admired the woman's work as a writer, journalism and communications having been what Jemma had been studying at university when her sister first went missing. Pushing the thought of her sister from her mind, Jemma began to feel a little excited. If Lois Lane was here, that meant that this thing in the ice, whatever it was, is pretty big news. Or was going to be when she was done with it.

Jemma looked up at the open door just in time to see Clark walk by, he looked in briefly and smiled at her. Jemma waved slightly at him as he passed and sighed, quickly going back to wiping down the table she had been clearing. She jumped with fright as a hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned to find a much older lady who was well into her 50's standing there with her hands on her hips. "It's time for you to get back to your quarters hon." She said and Jemma frowned, she wasn't finished her shift here for another three hours, and the dinner rush hadn't even happened yet. "Gladys, I'm not done yet? It's only six…" Jemma told the lady, pointing to the clock on the wall. Gladys silenced her with her hands. "Don't tell me that. All I know is that you need to get back to that handsome young man who always comes in to see you!" She said in the conspiratorially sweet manner only an old lady could pull off. Jemma smiled. "Are you sure you won't need me here?" She asked and began taking her apron off when Gladys once again shushed her. Hugging the old woman, Jemma quickly made for the door, but not before pulling on another puffed snow coat, waving goodbye to the other ladies in the tent.

When Jemma opened the door and took a step out she was immediately greeted with the burning cold wind. She turned left and began making her way to the non army barracks that had been set up, hugging her arms to herself and keeping her head down as she walked. When she finally reached the section of the encampment that was for workers sleeping she turned towards the men's side and opened the door. Of course being a military operation everyone was segregated, but if you weren't in the Army they really didn't give a shit. Jemma walked briskly down the walkways of bunk beds and smirked when she saw the man that had previously tried grabbing her ass the other night after some lewd comments only to be met with her fist and the boots of a female officer that had been watching. She winked at his black eye as she walked past. "Round Two?" The man glared at her but stayed put and Jemma continued to smirk until she had passed him and came to the last bed at the very end of the long room. 'Joe' sat there in sweat pants and a loose, but in the right places form fitting, dirty white shirt that looked so thin she wanted to smack him for his ability to not feel the cold as severely as she did. She hugged her arms a little closer to her body as a chill ran through her and she leaned on the opposite bunk. Sometimes she envied his powers.

"So, is tonight the night we're going to go check out whatever that thing in the ice is?" Jemma said staring appreciatively at his behind when Clark got up from the bed and bent down to pull a thick coat, if only for appearances sake, from underneath the bed. When he had pulled on the jacket Clark turned to stare at her and knew right then and there that any argument he had wanted to make about her not coming was going to be futile. She was staring up at him from her tiny 5'5 height (compared to his 6'4 that is) with her eyes big and beautiful and Clark was fairly certain that the chill of the wind giving her a red nose was par of her plan because he couldn't help but find her adorable. He regarded her for a moment more. She still didn't look older than the day he saw her sitting in that bar (yes he had remembered her) and that had been almost six and half years ago. Her face hadn't changed a bit and even though she was turning 27 this year and he 33 and although he was youthful still, she still looked like a fresh-faced college kid.

"Jemma, I'm not sure it's a good idea you coming…" Clark trailed off when he saw a flash of hurt in Jemma's eyes. "Look, Cla– Joe I have been with you for five years now, helping you search, there is no way in hell I am missing out on this if it happens to be something that could help you." She argued and Clark relented, the pair waiting until dark to move.

Lois Lane was by nature, a curious woman. That was possibly a big reason she was such a good reporter; she always dug until she found the deep, dirty secrets. So when she had decided to sneak out to take some pictures for her article, Lois' curiosity was extremely piqued at the sight of two individuals sneaking up the glacier in the background of one of her images. A mind full of ideas already forming, Lois decided to quickly follow the pair, who had apparently forgotten to cover their tracks, and within the hour had almost caught up to them.

As she edged round the icy cliff Lois made careful her footing was just right as she had almost fallen earlier, and she would rather not have to explain her injuries to the Colonel. And that was when she saw the giant hole in the wall. It was at least six foot tall and about the same length across and it look oddly like the ice had been melted away. It stretched deep into the glacier and Lois just couldn't push the idea that this had something to do with the two people she had seen coming up this way. As she entered the strange doorway of sorts she tugged her coat closer to chest and braced herself.

Lois could literally not help but take the first step to falling down the rabbit hole.

A/N: Ahhh! Sorry for the long wait between chapters... I had a bit of trouble with this one... Now that we're officially into MAN OF STEEL I've been having trouble telling the story without just narrating what happens in the movie.

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