Chapter Five Part One- Life in Metropolis:

"In 1886, William Thomas Stead said 'The Press is at once the eye and the ear and the tongue of the people. It is the visible speech, if not the voice, of the democracy. It is the phonograph of the world.' Can anyone tell me why Stead used human senses to describe what a journalist is?"

Silence. The lecture hall was quiet with the students staring towards their educator waiting patiently for the answer, "There has to be someone that's brave enough to speak up and answer the question."

A solemn hand appeared amongst the small group, the professor pointed towards the student who responded, "Stead uses our senses and personification in order for others to understand what a journalist is to the world, the way they risk their lives to deliver a story or how their point of view impacts the way they write an article."

"That's a great answer, Miss?" the professor looks towards the student who answered with intrigue present in his eyes.

"Its...um..Lois Lane." she says with a smirk, the class is soon dismissed and the students prepare to make their way out of the room but a strong voice halts Lois's movements when a young man calls out towards her.

"Not that many students tend to answer the professor's questions, they usually wait for a couple weeks before voicing their opinions." he smirks a pearly white smile before extending his hand towards her saying, "Richard White"

They shake hands, "Lois Lane"

Richard smiles grabbing his bag, the two start walking down the halls towards the main courtyard of the campus.

"What brings you to Professor Raymond's journalism class?" He asks adjusting the strap of his messenger bag, Lois just moves the bang from her eyes and places them around her ears.

"Met U has the best journalism classes in all of Kansas and Alex Raymond is the best professor to teach the subject, I use to read his books when I was a kid growing up on the base."

"I had a funny feeling you were an army brat, the tattered old bag means that you've been using that bag for a very long time and your stance is resembles someone who grew up in an authority-like lifestyle." Richard who had been observing her body language since leaving the lecture room.

"Psych major?" Lois jokes, the two have a small laugh but the group of letterman clad gentlemen walk towards Richard and take him away from Lois who just smirks before the group of guys along with Richard disappear.

She shakes her head and walks towards her next class, her thoughts moving from the latest acquaintance towards that flannel wearing farm boy…Clark Kent.

The young man in question was in Metropolis alongside his father who had received another prescription for his heart condition, the father and son duo not only planned to pick up Jonathan's prescription but also watch the Metropolis Sharks game on the 50 yard line.

"So how are things with you and Lois?" Jonathan asks, the two of them walking away from the clinic with smirks on their faces.

Clark stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Things have been slow but good, she's doing what she loves and I'm doing what I love." he stops to run his hand through his hair, "Its just hard. I want to be able to put my arms around her and ask how her day was, take her to dinner after winning a game, and just…be with her."

Jonathan patted his son on the back, "I can't tell you that I know what your going through but I can tell you that I have never seen two people happier then when I see you guys together."

Clark's smile was small, Jonathan slips the tickets into his pocket before stopping in front of Clark with his hand placed gently on the young man's shoulder.

"The game doesn't start in a couple of hours, why don't you go and spend sometime with Lois."

He stared at his father surprised by the comment, "What are you gonna do while I'm gone?"

Jonathan shrugged, "I could always go down to the stadium early and hold our seats. Get a couple of hot dogs, nachos, a large coke…the works."

"I think the last thing mom and I want is for you to have another heart attack, how about you come with me? Lois hasn't seen you or mom since she left the farm weeks ago, I'm sure she'd be happy to see you."

Jonathan thought about it but just shook his head negatively, "You go and say hi to Lois for me."

Clark smiled and started heading across the street when the sound of an out of control truck caused him to turn surprised to see a boy dressed in red hoodie move his father out of the way of the vehicle almost as fast as Clark himself.

"Dad, you okay?" he rushes towards his fallen father making sure to do a quick scan of his X-Ray vision to insure that nothing was seriously damaged, Jonathan rose to his feet making sure to brush off some debris.

"Yeah, I think so. Your mother would be visiting me in the hospital again if you hadn't pushed me out of the way."

Clark shook his head negatively, "It wasn't me, I saw someone that could move like I can."

Jonathan stared at his son confused, "I couldn't believe it, he saved you."

Jonathan's hands stalled at his back pocket, "Whoever it is, not only did he save my life, but he stole my wallet."

TBC…

I want to explain the reason I brought Richard White into this story, he's kind of the competition for Clark. But he's not gonna be like Bruce, Bruce only appeared in a couple of chapters and will return in one more chapter but Richard is kind of going to stick around cause some jealousy in Clark as well as be a pillar of support for Lois by time I get to Unsafe.

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