A/N: Hello! I'm baaaaaccccckkkk! Alrighty, it's been a couple of weeks and I finally decided to come back to this story with more- now that I've got an idea of where to take this... and so I'll probably be adding a few more chapters to this- I want to get around to almost everyone's pov. Anyways, in case I didn't get a chance to thank you for your reviews before (or was unable to leave you a message): Thank you all for reviewing! Will send more super-autographs for more reviews!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Superman. I wish I could say that I've even met the guy- but I can't. I wish I worked at the Daily Planet like Lois, and got to date a superhero. And while I'm wishing, I'd also like a pony.

"Mommy, what's for dinner tonight?"

Lois shook herself out of her reverie for the first time since coming home. Her mind had wandered all day- after all, she just discovered that her best friend and the father of her son were one and the same person. Talk about mind-blowing. She couldn't seem to gather her wits at all since he had inadvertently told her the truth.

Part of her seethed with rage. He hadn't told her the truth for all these years, even upon discovering they had a son together! It was completely inexcusable behavior. Beyond that- Lois was almost positive that if she killed him right now, a jury would acquit her of her crimes. She could claim temporary insanity, after all. . . then she thought of the look on Clark's face when they told Perry the truth, how happy he was to be able to own up to the fact, how he kissed her. He kissed her. He obviously still had feelings for her, and he was concerned for her well-being: she understood the purpose of his double life, even maybe why he didn't tell her the truth. . . .

That didn't mean she still didn't reserve the right to yell at him. Oh no. That was coming.

"Mooooomm!" Jason's voice was petulant, and he waved his hand in front of her face.

"Sorry, munchkin. What did you want?"

He huffed irratably. "What's for dinner?"

"I'm not sure, honey. Clark was going to come by for dinner- I don't know if he wanted to go out to eat or eat in- we'll have to see, alright?"

Jason's eyes lit up, allowing Lois to finally see how much they looked like Clark's. Clark often wore that same expression on his face- how could I have missed it?

"Mister Clark's coming for dinner? Oh good! I like him, mommy. He always lets me color at his desk, even when he's off saving the w- I mean, when he's off. . . in the bathroom. Yeah. That's what he says." A somewhat guilty expression came across his features- again reminding her of Clark. Clark looked just like that when he lied, too- though always before, Lois wasn't aware that he was lying about anything. Well, maybe part of her knew- I mean, come on. How many times did a guy have to go to the bathroom in an hour? But she never seemed to think twice about it. Until now.

She shot Jason a stern glare. "You know?"

He looked innocently up at her. "Know what?"

God, I can't seem to get Clark's face out of my head, Lois thought as she looked into what were very obviously Clark's features, and not hers nor Richard's by far. "You know he's Superman?" Her tone was no longer questioning, but more a statement of the fact.

Jason looked relieved. "Yeah. I know. I think Mr. Clark's being silly. I told him anyone could figure it out. He didn't think you knew!" He laughed at the idea.

Lois was torn between her feelings of anger and feelings of. . . anger. Not at Jason- he was just a kid. But Clark-

Clark had lied to her. Made her fall in love with him. Done something with her mind so she didn't remember anything. Lied to her again. Abandoned her with child. Came back, and then continued doing what he did best: lying to her. Clark Kent was- he was such an- Clark-

Kryptonite. She needed kryptonite.

Clark had told her little boy before telling her. Her son, the five year old- and not the woman who bore his child? Who else did he trust enough to tell? She gritted her teeth in rage- wondering for a brief moment if he could hear her doing so from this distance- and gathered herself enough to question her son more.

"When did he tell you this, Jason?"

"He didn't." Jason appeared pleased with himself- a smug sort of look that was definitely not Clark's beaming up at her.

"He didn't?" She couldn't keep the surprise from her voice.

"Nope. I knew it the first day I saw him. He was standing there, and then a picture of Superman was on the tv behind him. When did you know? Cause you treat them differently. . ." Suddenly Jason grew suspicious. "I didn't just tell you, did I? Mister Clark would be mad."

Lois chuckled lightly, ruffling his hair. Another one of her features. "No, he told me today. Don't worry, you're safe." Then she grew serious. "But Jason? I don't ever want to catch you lying to me again, understand? No more lies."

"Except for this one, right? 'Cause nobody else can know Superman is really Mister Clark?"

Lois smiled sadly. "Right, munchkin. That's a secret you must keep, no matter what. But I wish you told me sooner."

"He said he was planning on telling you, but he's kinda busy."

At that, Lois genuinely laughed. "I know, honey, I know. Why don't you go play until Clark gets over here, alright?"

He gave his mother a quick hug before running back into his room. Lois smiled, but it was overshadowed by the thought that Clark hadn't told her. She'd have to have a long conversation with him about that- a lot of them. But dinner could come first.

At that precise moment the doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts once again. She walked up to the door, releasing a slight sigh before she opened it with a forced smile. "Hi, Clark. Come on in."

"Thanks," a perplexed look entered into his eyes as he walked through the entryway. "You okay, Lois?"

"Fine. Never better. You?"

"I'm swell, but then why were you sighing before you opened the door for me?"

She glared at him, and he took it as the signal to shut up. "We'll talk about it after dinner, Clark." Clark couldn't figure out if he was just imagining the venom in her voice when she spoke his name or not. They had left the office on relatively good terms.

"Sorry," he muttered, before being attacked by an excited five-year-old.

"MISTER CLARK!" he shouted as he ran into him perhaps a little bit too quickly- he arched an eyebrow at Lois, who merely shrugged in response. "You're here! Do you wanna see my new drawings? Ooh! I almost forgot! I got some new toys, too! I figure you'd like it, since you probably know who it is- I'll be right back!"

With that the boy sped off to his room to rummage through his closet in search of his new Batman toy. Lois shouted after him. "Come on, Jason! We don't have time. We're gonna go out to eat in a couple of minutes."

Clark placed a gentle hand on her arm to stop her. "Lois, it's alright. Really. Let him have his fun. Besides, I'm always okay with spending more time with him."

She could see the joy in his eyes, and her heart lifted out of its gloomy depths in the slightest. She was about to respond when the phone rang. She sighed again and stomped off to go pick it up. "Sorry. . . Hello? Oh hi, mom. No, mom. Listen, I'm kind of busy and stressed right now. . ."

Clark chuckled slightly, shaking his head, when Jason reappeared with several of his toys in his arms. "Look, Mister Clark! Mommy's on the phone right now, so we can make a mess. And if she gets mad, you can always clean it up really fast, right?" He looked up at Clark with big, hopeful, pleading eyes.

Slightly flustered by the gift of babbling that his son had obviously inheritted from his mother, and warmed by the amount of hope and reverence that was in his eyes, he nodded. "Uh, sure. Whatever you say. Now what toy did you want to show me?"

Jason smiled and laid them all out on the floor. "Okay, you see this one? This one's you- here, you can hold him if you want- and this is Batman." He dropped his voice an octave in order to sound like the caped vigilante, before raising it again to normal to provide the commentary. "He's new. My grandma gave him to me last weekend. And he loves to fight crime, only different from you, 'cause Batman doesn't have any real superpowers. . ."

Clark practically beamed at the boy as he went on to explain the adventures his army of superheroes went on daily. Clark never thought he could feel like this- so happy and content just sitting on the rug with his little boy, listening to stories about himself and his friends- whether real or imaginary- and playing along with him.

Lois finally managed to hang up the phone on her mother after a long and irritating conversation about who her guest was (which she refused to tell) and what they were planning on doing (just taking Jason out to dinner). She sighed once more, walking back into the living room with a grimace on her features.

When she saw them, her heart soared. Higher than Superman could have flown her, even.

Jason and Clark were playing together on the carpet, with Jason's superhero action figures- Clark waving around a figurine of himself in a flying motion while Jason landed Batman with a swooping gesture.

Her son's voice lowered. "Superman, we must stop the Joker from 'sploding the Circus!"

Clark smiled. "We'll get him Batman! You know he wouldn't hurt any clowns!"

Jason scowled. "That's not how Superman talks! You should know that! Talk like you usually do. Besides, it's okay if he hurts the clowns, you see, 'cause Superman and Batman both hate clowns, and later, when Joker actually does 'splode it, the clowns are the only ones who get hurt- and then the heroes get the Joker and save the day! Go on, start over. Don't be scared." His son encouraged him.

Clark's expression was one full of humor and surprise. He cleared his throat, made his expression stern and, much like Jason had been trying to do for Batman, dropped his voice a couple of octaves lower than normal- er, lower than normal for Clark. It was pretty much regular for Superman. "Don't worry, Batman. We'll get the Joker. Even if he does 'splode a couple of clowns."

That caused a riot of laughter to explode from both boys, and Lois laughed along with them. Clark looked up at her with a grin, and she couldn't help but return it. It was wonderful to see father and son, so alike, interacting in such a relaxed, playful manner. Then she finally felt she had to interrupt. "Alright, you two. Clean it up. Where would you guys like to go for dinner?"

Jason's eyes lit up. "Mexican food! I want burritos!"

"Now, Jason, let's see what Clark would like to eat first, alright? Maybe he just had burritos or something."

Clark shrugged. "Actually, that sounds pretty good to me, Lois. I haven't had good Mexican food in a long time- a really long time. I'm not even sure the places I know would still be in business."

"Wait. You had burritos with us at the Planet a few weeks ago,"

Clark looked up at her innocently, as though he wasn't aware of the fact. "Um. . . that was Mexican food? I thought it was just some sort of veggie wrap." Jason snickered at Lois's frown. "Come on. You know what I meant. It just feels lie it's been forever since I've had good Mexican food. It's an expression."

Lois's expression faltered, remembering everything in that one moment. She brightened her smile a few notches in order to cover it up. "No, I'm not offended. It probably has been a very long time." Clark's features fell briefly, before returning to normal. Quick recovery, Lois thought. "Alright. Jason, put your toys away."

He pouted, looking to Clark more like his mother than anything in that moment. "Can Mister Clark help me? He's really fast!"

Clark was about to help when Lois spoke up. "No, honey. I'd like to talk to Clark for a little bit first, alright?" Lois watched both father and son's expressions fall simultaneously- Jason at not getting super-help with cleaning, Clark for the scolding he was likely to receive.

Jason huffed indignantly and gathered his toys into his arms with painstaking slowness, deliberately irritating his mother. Both Lois and Clark saw each other in him at that moment- the stubbornness. Finally he walked off, trodding heavily.

When he was out of earshot, Lois turned to Clark, who still wore a goofy smile on his face as he watched his son through the walls putting away his toys. Lois sighed, waving a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Clark? Hi there. You gonna talk to me now?"

Clark refrained from sighing. "Sorry, Lois. It's just. . . he reminds me so much of you. Looks like you, too." He grinned.

"Are you kidding me? All day I've been wondering how I could have never seen it- there's so much of you in him. He has your eyes, your looks- even some of your expressions and mannerisms. Did you hear him lower his voice to imitate Batman just now? Like you did with your Superman voice? He's just like you."

Clark's grin widened, but there was a shadow that entered into his eyes. "What- er, rather, when do you want to tell him? We're gonna have to tell the Planet soon, and I don't want to risk him overhearing something, or hating us because we didn't tell him."

Lois paused before speaking, not so much to gather her thoughts but rather out of fear of what she had to do- what they had to do. "We'll tell him after dinner. Together. Give him a little more time." She smiled then. "He already likes you."

Clark frowned humorously. "Of course he does. I'm Superman, remember?" He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Lois laughed lightly. "Well, yeah, but I meant he likes you. Clark Kent. Not just the flying-superhero-with-a-cape thing. He likes who you are at the office. You wouldn't believe how many stories he comes home with about what he did at Mister Clark's desk today."

Clark positively beamed. He opened his mouth, but promptly shut it. He had nothing to say to that. He didn't need to say anything. The look in his eyes said it all- and Lois needed no interpretation.

Suddenly Jason came skipping out happily. That seemed a little too suspicious for Lois's tastes. "Okay! I'm ready!" he shouted.

Lois narrowed her eyes as though she were the one with the x-ray vision. "You don't have anything with you, do you?"

"Hmm?" Jason feigned ignorance.

"Jason. . ." her tone was one of warning. "You know you can't bring any toys to the restaurant. Put it back."

"But mom!" He glanced over at Clark pleadingly, and Clark had to avert his gaze. "Mister Clark, you think it's okay, don't you?"

"Sorry, buddy. That's your mom's decision. You should listen to her."

"But-"

"No buts, munchkin. Now hand it over." Lois held out her hand to her son as he slowly dragged it out of his pocket, handing over the Batman toy reluctantly. Lois nodded as she set it down on the table. "That's better. Now come on."

Lois didn't catch the mischevious look that stole across her son's features- but Clark did. Frowning, he quickly scanned the boy's other pocket. "Jason. . ." he groaned. "Um, Lois? I believe he still has. . . um, me, I guess- stolen away in his other pocket."

She stared at him funnily for a moment before realizing. She briefly touched the temple of her forehead and gestured to Clark's glasses. He nodded knowing what she meant by her hand signals. "Jason, put Superman down."

Jason sulked as he pulled the other toy out of his pocket and set him back on the table next to Batman. Clark smiled at his son. "Don't worry, kiddo. You know what? It's much more fun to be carried by Superman than it is to hide Superman inside your pocket. And it's easier for all of us." Jason's eyes lit up as Clark scooped him up in his arms and carried him out the door. Jason put his arms out like he was flying for a moment before settling against Clark's chest, completely taken and at ease. Lois giggled to herself, her heart flooded with warmth at seeing the two get along so well.

Somehow, even at a stressful time like this, Clark Kent could still save the day.

A/N: And... fade out! Yay! Alright, so tell me the truth... what did you think? I wanted some father/son bonding time in their for Clark, and so Lois might soften up a bit later on... but we'll see. I still wanna make this funny. If you have any suggestions or ideas, I will gladly respond to them! And Clark will continue to send Superman's John Hancock via private messaging if you leave a review!