A/N: Yay! More! Okay, so this section is sad and happy and sweet all in one (like a giant lollipop- makes you happy, it's so sweet, makes you sad/sick, but as you near the end, you always reflect, "that was a good lollipop" and your happy again!) - yes, I just compared a chapter in a story to a lollipop. What about it? Anyways, hope you enjoy! And Review!

Disclaimer: I am currently out of lollipops, which is slightly depressing. Slightly more depressing is the fact that I also don't own anything related to Superman at this moment, either.

Clark bit his lip fiercely in the passenger seat of the car as Lois for once did not barrel down the road back to her apartment. She must have been as nervous as he was- she was actually going a little bit under the speed limit! They had eaten a wonderful dinner, together as a family for the first time, perfectly aware that they were perhaps going to wreck their little boy's life forever.

Clark forced himself to stop his relentless attack on his bottom lip when he tasted his own blood. It was rare that he ever saw his own blood. Ever. Wasn't there an English war general who whenever he was in battle would bite his lip until it bled? Cromwell or something like that? Yeah, think about that. Think about history facts, Clark. Not the havoc you're about to wreak on a five year old's world. Plain old, generic facts.

At that moment Lois finally parked the car and unclicked so as to help Jason out. He took her hand quietly and both he and Clark followed her up the stairs to her apartment. Even Jason could sense the unrest between them- at some point during dinner he'd picked up ono the rift, and had been unusually quiet since then. But neither Clark nor Lois had picked up on their son's suddenly sullen attitude.

They entered the apartment and Jason immediately sought to avoid the tension by running for the tv, grabbing his two action figures as he ran past. Lois sighed as she led Clark into the kitchen.

"So Lois, what's the plan here? I mean, we just come out and tell him, or should we give him a talk or something- I mean, he's the son of two reporters. He's not gonna just accept it all- he will have questions."

"You think I haven't thought of that already? Believe me, I've run through every possible scenario imaginable, and I'm still stuck at square one. There's no judging how he'll react: anger, sadness, happiness, super-powered rage. . ."

"Maybe it's too soon for this, Lois. I mean, the kid's barely gotten used to the idea of my existence, let alone-"

"I know, but it's not like we have much of a choice, do we? I mean, everybody at the Planet practically already knows. What if someone decides to say something in front of him? Or if he overhears something mean about you or me, or even himself? Not everyone is sensitive to the needs of others, Clark. Not like you are."

"I have to be, Lois. That's sort of my job."

"One of them. You know how the Planet works. You experienced the more ruthless side of the rumor mill just today!"

"Was it really only all this morning?" he muttered more to himself.

"Yes, and that's why we're in this situation. Do you realize how much easier this would be if you had just leave those sluts to their gossipping- you practically told them that Richard didn't know the whole story!"

"What, you don't think they would have figured it out on their own? And besides, the only reason you found out I was even Superman was because of today's incidents. Ever consider that? You wouldn't know anything else about me right now other than the fact that I was you geeky, lame partner!"

"Are you saying that you would have never told me that you were really Superman? It was all just some ploy the whole time to hide it from me?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Lois, you know that. I'm just saying that you wouldn't realize that you had the opportunity to be with your crush and you would have treated me like dirt like you hve in the past- cause I'm just Clark Kent! What's he going to do?"

"Clark, you know very well that's not true! We have always been friends, best friends even! Why do you have to go and twist things around until they're unrecognizable?"

"Like you didn't treat Superman different from everybody else? Have you ever thought Lois that I might just want to be Clark sometimes? That I wish I could just give up on Superman because, hey, he's a superstar and there's no hope of me ever being like him!"

"You ARE him!"

"Fat lot of good that does me!"

"Have you ever realized that I treated Clark different from Superman because he was my friend? Sure, I trusted Superman with my life, but Clark- he was my best friend. I trusted him with my soul. I told Clark more deeply personal things than I ever told Superman, because I liked Clark. I realized after you returned just how much I missed you; and after Richard left, I loved the old routine we fell back into. It felt. . . wonderful. Safe, fun, exciting, and new, all at once. I really liked you, Clark. I still do. It's just. . . I don't know. I guess it's become somewhat of a stressful situation now. I don't know what I'm saying."

Clark stood very still in the echo of Lois's words. If she had meant what she said. . . if that meant what he thought it did. . . he reached his hand out and placed it gently on her shoulder. "Lois," he began, but she cut him off, brushing his hand away.

"Maybe you should just go. We can sort this out some other time."

Clark felt his gut clench up. He could not let this opportunity slip away from him, not now, not so close. . . But if that's what Lois wanted, then-

"No!" a small voice cried out from behind him, and as Clark turned to face it, the source of that voice was suddenly latched firmly on to his leg. "No, Mister Clark, don't leave! Please, mommy, don't make him leave! I don't want him to go like Daddy did!" Jason burried his face into Clark's suit pants, and muffled his tears there, though both Clark and Lois could hear him crying.

Clark slowly loosened his son's death grip on his pants and bent down to his level, squatting slightly, though Lois thought for a moment he might be hovering. He pulled his son into a warm embrace. "Shh-shh. It's alright Jason, it's okay. You don't have to cry."

Clark shot a glance at Lois, one which conveyed a lot of emotion in it. Pain- a dull, aching hurt- pulsated in Clark's heart. As much as he preferred Lois being single, he really wished Richard hadn't pulled the number he had on his son and ex-fiancee. It had hurt all of them- Jason especially. How could he ever trust anyone else so easily again? Lois shot Clark a sad sort of smile, as if to grant him permission.

Well, every cloud has its silver lining.

After about a minute the boy's crying finally let up. Clark slowly drew him back so that he could look his son in the eyes- the very blue, familiar eyes. His eyes. "Jason," he began slowly. "I want you to know that I would never leave you. If I could, I would stay here with you and your mommy until the end of time. I love you both so much that I would give up everything for you. Even being Superman."

His son's reddened eyes widened in shock. "Really?" he whispered faintly.

Clark nodded. "It's the truth. Now, I don't want you to ever think for one second in a zillion years that I would abandon you. What Richard- er, your daddy did- well, it was wrong of him to do that to you. Someday maybe he'll realize it. But I promise you I will never make that mistake. So long as you and your mommy want me around, I'll always be around."

Jason hugged him once more, and Lois smiled sadly down on the two, trying to keep the tears from her eyes.

Jason's voice came muffled through Clark's shoulder this time. "But why?" He stopped and turned to look at Clark, glancing back at Lois curiously. "Why do you love us?"

Clark and Lois met eyes for a brief moment before Lois decided to bend down to her son's eye level as well. "Sweetie, you know how some families are different? Like some kids at your school- some of them only have a mommy or a daddy, and some of them have two daddy's or things like that?" He nodded, and Lois continued. "Well, you're kind of like them, in a way. Technically, you have two daddy's, too."

He got a quizzical look and glanced between Clark and his mother as if she were slightly off her rocker. "What do you mean? Who's my other daddy?"

Clark smoothed down the front of his suit and met his son squarely in the eye, not quite sure what to expect. "I am, Jason."

His jaw dropped. "Mister Clark?" He glanced to his mother as though for reassurance. She nodded to him, chewing her lip slightly. "Superman's my father?"

They both nodded in unison, looking acutely uncomfortable.

"B-but, how?"

Lois suddenly flushed, and for a moment, neither knew what to say. He was much too young to understand. Suddenly struck with an epiphany, Clark spoke.

"You know, Jason, I have two fathers, too. Well, actually, almost three now."

"You do?" Jason asked. By the look on Lois's face, he could tell she had the same question.

Clark nodded in the affirmative. "Yep. My real father- my biological father, that is- was named Jor'El. He and my mother Lara were from Krypton, and I was their only son. My biological parents sent me to Earth to save me before my planet exploded. They didn't survive the explosion, but I was lucky enough to. I landed in a field in the middle of Smallville, Kansas, where I was found by my adoptive parents, the Kents. Johnathon and Martha. They were the ones who raised me to be the person I am today- and even though I wasn't really their child, because I just came to them here on earth, they still loved me like their own. Do you get what I'm trying to say?"

Jason slowly nodded. "I think so. So that means you are my bi-bilingual father? And daddy was my adoptive father?"

Clark smiled. "Biological father, yes."

"So is that why I can do a bunch of different things that no one else can? Because you're Superman, and you're also my daddy?"

Clark tried to blink back the tears of joy. "Yeah, buddy. That's why you're getting some superpowers, too. And that's also why I will never leave you, because I'm your father, and I love you."

"Can I just ask two more questions first?"

Clark grinned. Just like his mother. "Go ahead."

"Why didn't I ever meet you before if you're my father? Didn't you want to see me?"

Clark's heart plummeted. "Of course I did, Jason. But I didn't know you existed before. I left to travel through space a little before you were born, and then I was in space for five years, so I didn't get the chance to meet you until recently. If I had known you were around, I swear, I would have never left then, either."

"Okay, then. Last question." Clark smiled at his son's very adult nature, as he took up a stance like his mother, standing there thinking with his hand cradling his chin, looking very serious. Then his expression lit up. "Am I going to be able to fly?"

Clark laughed shortly and reached out to ruffle his son's hair. "Not for a while, you shouldn't."

Jason suddenly enveloped his father in a tight, warm embrace. "I love you, daddy." he whispered into his shoulder.

Clark choked, tears flowing freely down his face as he heard those words coming from his son's mouth- words he'd never dared to dream he would hear. "I love you too, Jason," he managed.

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