Chapter 4
On the roof of the Daily Planet, Clark leaned up against the door and tried to calm himself. He'd never had such a nerve wracking evening in his entire life. Going another round with Titan would be better than doing that again! Never again…and yet, he had just promised her he would do that very thing again whenever she wanted. Why did it have to be Lois? Of all people… Lois?
He toyed with the idea of flying to her apartment right now and just telling her who he was outright. There was no way she was not going to guess. None. It was all over. She had to know. And if she didn't, she'd figure it out any minute now. He'd made some slip. He knew it.
No, it was better if he told her now than to let her figure it out on her own. She'd hate him forever. She'd…
A door slammed somewhere way below him and it brought him out of his reverie.
He listened and knew it was Lois returning to her desk. There were the familiar sounds of the way she opened her right hand drawer and threw in her purse and keys, the slight squeak of her chair as she sat down and faced her computer, and then the steady click of her keyboard. She was already writing the story. She could be writing the expose right now. Why on earth had he ever thought he could fool her!
There was no way that he could show up at his desk tonight as Clark. That would be a sure give-a-way. But he had to know. He had to know if his future as Superman was over before it started.
After checking to see if anyone was about, he flew down the side of the building slowly and landed lightly on the pavement just outside the Planet's basement offices. Through the window, he could see Lois sitting at her desk with her back to him. With his extraordinary vision, he would be able to read the article that was filling the monitor.
She typed quickly, obviously having formed the entire article in her mind on the way back to the office. The words flowed smoothly, and within minutes, she was hitting the spell-check button with finality.
Clark, or rather, Superman watched from outside the window as she sat back in her chair, pleased with her work, waiting for it to print. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he read the finished article.
It was good. No, it was great. She had not even touched on his possibly hiding any secrets like a dual identity. There was only one thing to fear with this article.
How was he ever going to live up to the man she had described?
