Clark and Diana were flying high in the sky towards Smallville. They weren't flying very fast, they just wanted to enjoy the clear early afternoon sky. Clark could already hear and see his parents arguing in the front yard. Jonathan had gotten his fly fishing line stuck in a tree and Martha was scolding him.

"Why do you even have your fishing rod out here?" Martha asked exasperated as he yanked and pulled at the line.

"I was practicing my cast, you know that. I've been doing it for years."

"Jonathan! There are acres and acres of land here, why in the world would you decide to practice your casting right next to the tree?"

"Because when I'm at the river, there are trees everywhere, and I want to avoid them. I stand next to this tree, to practice avoiding it."

"Clearly you need more."

"Well that's obvious. It isn't so bad, Clark will be here eventually, he can get it down if I can't."

"Uh, actually he can't. He said he was bringing his girlfriend. Which can only mean that we'll be keeping 'things' hidden this weekend."

"Oh yeah. Wait a minute he didn't ask for a ride from anywhere maybe he's flying in, did he say who his girlfriend was?"

"No. He didn't even tell me her name. I hoped maybe he told you."

"No, I haven't even spoken to him, you were the one who picked up the phone."

"I wish he wasn't so quiet when it comes to women, he's been so different since..."

"That's not the only reason, he's one of a kind, and with that comes one of a kind problems."

Clark and Diana hovered above the entrance to the farm. Clark thought they should walk the rest of the way. Diana seemed reluctant to go towards the ground. Her heartbeat was beating wildly, she was more nervous than when they were on Themyscira.

"Hey, everything will be fine. This will go smoothly." He assured her.

"What if they don't like me?"

"That's not going to happen, they'll like you, they want to like you. I'll give you the same advice you gave me. Just be yourself."

"Ok."

"Come on, let's head down. I'm hungry."

Clark dropped from the sky, and Diana followed. They landed not far from the main road into town.

"Jeffrey Kent Farms?" Diana asked, reading the large sign on the side of the long driveway to the house.

"Named after my Grandfather. He owned this land for quite some time before Daddy took it over."

"Did you ever meet him?"

"Yeah, he came to live with us, shortly after Mama and Daddy found me. It was just a few months after his wife passed away. I remember him, but only vaguely, I wasn't even two years old yet when he died."

"That's why your middle name is Jeffrey! You're named after your grandfather." Diana suddenly blurted out, realizing the obvious.

"Yep. Actually I'm named after both of my grandfathers, because Clark is my mother's maiden name."

"Hmm. I've always found it fascinating how people's names are chosen. On Themyscira since no children were ever born there was no need. Except for me and Donna of course"

"Of course."

Walking and talking with Clark was very calming for Diana. By the time Jonathan and Martha came into view she didn't feel nearly as nervous. They were standing close to each other with a pole in their hands with a string that was stuck in the tree, they they were pulling and tugging, almost like they were fighting over it.

"Clark what are your parents doing?"

"Daddy got his fishing hook stuck in the tree. They're trying to get it out."

Clark thought it was funny, Diana didn't get it. There wasn't any water for quite a ways, why would he have a fishing pole in the middle of farmlands? Despite her confusion, she held her tongue, she didn't want to make a bad impression by insulting his parents immediately upon meeting them.

"Clark! You finally made it." Martha said as she noticed him walking in their direction, she also noticed the woman walking several steps behind him seemed very tall and wore glasses similar to Clark's. She spoke softly, but knew he could hear her from that distance. However since she couldn't hear him yet, he just threw his arms to his sides in a welcoming manner.

By the time they got close enough Diana suddenly got nervous again, and subconsciously used Clark as a shield.

"Hello sweetheart we're so happy to see you!" Martha said hugging him tightly. "And you two." Addressing Diana.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Kent I'm..."

"Wonder Woman!" Martha exclaimed.

"Yes."

"Oh wow. I didn't expect you to be here. Clark, I thought you were bringing your girlfriend?" Jonathan said.

"I am his girlfriend." Diana responded somewhat proudly.

"You are!" Martha exclaimed again. Her face was one of total shock. Jonathan's face on the other hand went from welcoming smile to 'That's my boy!', which didn't surprise Clark one bit.

"It's so wonderful to finally meet you!" Martha continued, stepping away from Jonathan and his reel and giving Diana a welcoming hug. "I had no idea the two of you were... together."

"Yes, we are. Only when I'm here please call me Diana Prince. My cover is that I'm a college graduate that has recently begun dating Clark."

"Yes of course."

"Right, so Diana will be staying for the weekend as we discussed right Mama?" Clark asked.

"Yes, Clark of course she will. Welcome to our home Diana." Martha answered happily.

"Thank you so much Mrs. Kent and Mr. Kent you as well." Diana responded.

"Come in, come in, Clark bring her bags." Martha said, taking Diana by the hand and ushering her towards the house.

"Ok. Let me get this line out of the tree for you." Clark jumped into the air, and removed the hook from the tree.

"Thanks." Jonathan said.

"Maybe try taking 2 steps away from the tree."

"I'm practicing to avoid it."

"Oh I know, I'm just making a suggestion. You coming in?"

"Yeah I'll be there in a few."

Martha was ecstatic, for several reasons, she was hosting Wonder Woman for the weekend, and she could be Clark's doting mother without keeping secrets for the first time in her life, but she was also ecstatic that Clark was pursuing what he's wanted for his entire adult life: A relationship where he could truly be himself.

"Have you and Clark been dating long?" Martha asked.

"Not long."

"About a month...ish." Clark interjected as he entered the front door.

"Yes, but of course we've been friends for years." Diana confirmed.

"Oh yes, Clark has told us all about that." Martha kept smiling, mostly at Clark now that he's in the room. Her smile made Clark feel awkward. "So Diana, follow me I'll show you where you'll be staying."

The three of them marched up the stairs towards Clark's old room.

"Diana you'll be sleeping in Clark's room and since you're not married." saying 'not married' with extra emphasis. "Clark will sleep in the den."

"Of course." He replied dryly, setting her bags down in the middle of the floor.

"Clark you get her all set up, and then come on downstairs." Martha then left the room to go downstairs.

"So this was your bedroom?"

"Yep."

"I can tell." Diana looked around, just by looking she could tell that his parents didn't change the room much since he moved out. All of the furniture was arranged symmetrically, just like his apartment and the fortress. Then Diana looked up, and saw something interesting, there were dozens of glow-in-the-dark stars stuck onto the ceiling, with a large red star stuck just next to the light in the center of the room. The metaphor made perfect sense, the red sun next to the yellow sun, a reference to his dual identity.

"Who put the stars up?"

"I did. When I was a little kid."

"How little?"

"4 or 5 something like that I don't know. Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

"Okay?" He didn't get why she was asking about the stars. "Towels are in the dresser in front of the window, the closet is full of my clothes, but there are extra hangers if you need them, and the bathroom is just through that door." Clark pointed towards a jack and jill bathroom that was connected to another room that was used for storage. "There are two sinks, and fresh toothpaste and brushes in the drawer, we're going to have to share this bathroom, so I'll use the sink next to the far door. Any questions?"

"Nope."

"Alrighty then, then downstairs we go."

Downstairs, Clark immediately went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "Mama what you got to eat?"

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what?" He asked, coming into the room to sit down followed by Diana.

"Stick your head in the fridge then ask 'Mama what you got to eat?' I hate when you do that."

"You do? Oh, I thought it was endearing." He chuckled, knowing full well she didn't find it endearing. It was he who thought it was funny. "Anyway I saw what was in there. Daddy's lighting the grill now."

"What are we going to eat?" Diana asked

"There were pork ribs sitting in marinade, fresh cole slaw, and some pans of macaroni and cheese ready to go in the oven. Finally you'll know what real mac n cheese tastes like. Not that crap you buy in a box. Or that junk we had the other day."

"You really like macaroni and cheese don't you Clark?" Diana asked.

"I do."

"Don't let him fool you Diana." Martha said. "Clark LOVES it. He used to say that if he ever meets a girl who can make it right, he'll marry her on the spot."

Diana had a surprised smile, Clark and embarrassed one, he expected this would be the first of many times he'd be embarrassed this weekend by his parents.

"Diana would you like the recipe?" Martha then asked slyly.

Clark wasn't prepared for Diana to answer, so he quickly changed the subject. "So the Hotel is all booked up. Apparently this reunion is a big deal."

"Not just the hotel either." Jonathan interjected, stepping into the house. "Lots of people are coming home for this. You are the biggest graduating class in about 20 years."

"Yeah, that's true. I just never knew how many people show up to these things. Usually I hear about people refusing to go."

"Why wouldn't people go to a reunion?" Diana asked.

"A lot of people hated high school. Awkward teenage years made for a miserable time for some."

"I've heard that, it's come up with the women I work with a few times. But I still don't get why you wouldn't want to see old friends, to see how they've progressed in their lives. Even if you weren't part of the popular crowd." Diana paused. "Were you popular Clark?"

"Kind of? Maybe? Smallville doesn't really have those kind of divisions in their schools. My name was known, but in a small town like this, it's hard not to know anyone's name. So I don't think I was more popular than anyone else. "

"I see." Diana said.

The four of them spent the next little while talking. Mostly about current events, art, music, food. Nothing too serious. Jonathan and Martha also shared a few stories about Clark's childhood. Nothing too embarrassing so far, but Clark had the distinct feeling that the unabridged stories were coming. They were probably itching to finally tell someone what it was truly like to raise him.

Then Clark heard someone calling him. A familiar voice from a familiar location. "Clark, I know you're here, and I know you can hear me. I'd really like it if you came and talked to me."

"Hey, I'm going to go for a walk. I'll be back in a little while." He said.

"Ok, Clark. Are you ok?" Martha asked.

Martha was one who asked, but all three of them looked at Clark concerned. His parents could read his expression, and apparently Diana could too.

"I'm fine, I just want to go for a walk. I'll see you guys in a little bit."

Clark walked at a normal pace toward the sound of the voice. He didn't want to hurry, he wanted time to gather his thoughts before he had to speak. As he got closer, his confident stride faded, he felt sad. He had dozens of meetings right here over the years, but the last one made it almost too painful to return.

"Hey Clark."

"Hey Lana."

Kara was nervous, Hippolyta requested a private meeting with her. A meeting which she could only assume had to do with Clark. Either that or she was being kicked off the island, but that seemed unlikely. She went inside the building, she tried to be cool, but was sure her nervousness was clear to the queen.

The look on Kara's face was of obvious. She had done well in controlling her powers in the last year, she had learned how not to break everything in sight, and learned how to control her flight. Kara was well on her way to being able to join man's world very soon. However she couldn't hide her emotions very well, she was no Amazon.

"There is no reason to be afraid Kara, I only wish to speak with you." Hippolyta finally spoke. "Please sit."

Kara sat in the chair in front of the queen. "I see. What about?"

"Your cousin."

"Ok."

"Tell me about him."

"I don't know him as well as I wish I did. We only spent a few months together before Diana told him to send me here. But he's genuine to me. Happy, honest, and friendly. I'm glad he found me, and I am proud to call him family."

"He lives as a god among men, yet he does not attempt to rule them. Why not?"

"He doesn't see himself as a god, he's just a man. He told me that it's his duty to do whatever it takes to make his home a better place, and he only uses power to help. He believes that it's the obligation of all of us to leave this world better than we found it. It's why he acts as a protector, and not an enforcer."

"When you leave our island what do you plan to do?"

"I want to live my life. Go to school, see the world, maybe I'll even travel to other worlds. I haven't really decided yet, I wanted to talk to Clark about it, to see what he thinks. I want to spend as much time with him as I can, he's the only family I've got left. He was actually pretty upset with Diana, when I came here. Even though he saw her point, he didn't want to let me go so quickly."

"What about he and Diana, what do you know of them?"

"When I first met her I thought she was Kryptonian. Because she wore his colors I thought she was his wife, they sure acted like it sometimes." Kara laughed. "They argued over me, he didn't agree until she kicked him in the head. I'm not surprised they're together, I could tell they respected each other, but also they liked each other."

"Do you know of any other women he's been with?"

"He's lived here his whole life, so I'm sure he's been with other women. I don't really know any details. I think something happened with someone, but I can't be sure, he never told me. Whenever I asked about women, he would get quiet and shy. I think someone hurt him."

"Thank you Kara, you may leave now." Hippolyta was somewhat stunned. Someone hurt him? That thought never occurred to her. She's spent so much time trying to forget the the pain that a man gave to her, that she forgot that it could work both ways. So far there was no indication that the man who held her daughter's affections was the monster that she expected him to be. Diana believed in him adamantly. His cousin knew very little about him, she would have to find out more, there had to be a way to prove to Diana that he wasn't who he claims to be. But how?

For the first time in 5 years, Clark stood face to face with Lana Lang.

"It's been a long time." She said.

"It has. You look good." He added awkwardly.

"Thanks. So do you."

"I heard through the grapevine that you were bringing someone to the reunion tomorrow."

"Yeah I am..."

"That's great." She said, cutting him off. "I'm really happy for you. And I hope that you're happy... because you deserve it."

Clark paused. He wasn't sure what to say.

"Are you seeing anyone these days? Did you bring anyone with you?"

"No. Just me these days."

Another awkward pause.

"Listen Clark, I'm not really sure why I did this... I guess, maybe I wanted to see you before tomorrow. So things wouldn't be so... weird. I know things didn't end very well between us..."

"But there's no reason we can't be friends again. That's the way we started out."

"I'd like that." Lana smiled for the first time. "I should go, Mom doesn't know I left, and you know how she worries."

"Yeah." Clark smiled, he knew all too well how much her mother worried. "You want me to fly you back?"

"I can make it." She began to back away. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Jonathan had speculated that Clark went to see Lana. It was something they did when they were younger, Lana would go to the big tree, call for Clark, and he would go running. Diana wanted to know more about Lana, but couldn't ask right now because Clark could hear. All she knew from him was that they were friends, then they dated, and then that had only spoken sparingly over the last few years. He never gave her any other details, they didn't matter until now. Suddenly Diana became concerned, she started out as Clark's friend just as Lana did, then they began dating. But what did the future hold? Would she and Clark end up estranged from each other?

Martha, Jonathan and Diana all noticed the forlorn look on Clark's face when he returned to the house. Martha spoke first.

"Is everything alright Clark?"

"Yeah. It's all good." He immediately brightened his face up, he didn't realize that he still looked gloomy. "I'm getting something to drink. Anybody else?"

"Grab me an orange pop." Jonathan said.

"Gotcha." Clark responded.

Clark came in with two cans of orange pop, he sat down next to his father on the sofa across from where Martha and Diana were sitting. He set each can down on the coasters on the coffee table, then absently shifted a book that was on the table so that it was spaced evenly between the cans.

"Clark why do you always do that?" Diana suddenly asked.

"Do what?" He was utterly confused, all he did was sit down.

"Does everything have to be completely symmetrical for you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Just now you shifted that book, so it would be spaced evenly between those cans. But your apartment and your bedroom upstairs is arranged the same way. Everything you have is in pairs, arranged meticulously so they're on an equal plane with each other. Why is that?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"The fortress is the same too. Total symmetry. Is that a Kryptonian habit?"

Clark pondered for a moment, looking at the cans and book he just adjusted. "I guess I am like that. I never even noticed, I wonder if Kara does it."

Martha and Jonathan looked at each other, they knew all about his borderline obsessive need for things to be even. To them it never seemed like an unhealthy habit, so they never questioned him about it. However it seemed to annoy Diana, which could be a good thing, he needs to learn how to act when he doesn't get his way.

Dinner went smoothly, for everyone but Clark. His parents spent the evening telling silly stories about him growing up. Some of the stories were embarrassing, but he did his best to reel himself in for his parents sake. For the first time in their lives they could tell Clark stores unfiltered. They were enjoying themselves immensely. There was no hiding with Diana, as she was allowed to know the real Clark, and not just his human side. For Diana it was a fun and new experience, she felt like she was part of the family, after only a few hours.

"You were right, that macaroni and cheese was wonderful." Diana said, as she and Clark stood alone in the kitchen after dinner. His parents had gone to bed a little while ago and he was tasked with putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Diana was watching.

"I don't lie about mac and cheese. I am... a snob for lack of a better word. If it's not perfect, I won't eat it."

Diana laughed, she thought he was a snob about much more than that. "So what about tomorrow? What's the plan?"

"Uh, we talk, eat, make promises to meet up that we don't intend to keep, maybe hit the dance floor. Quite frankly, I don't know what people do at these things."

"The dance floor huh? I hope you don't step on my feet." She joked.

"Oh, I won't. I got skills remember."

"Oh I remember." Diana left the kitchen table to head upstairs to bed. Clark followed, he was sleeping downstairs but still needed to change clothes and brush his teeth. Upstairs, Diana grabbed the clothes she was planning on sleeping in, and quickly spun around, changing into them.

"I didn't know you could do that with regular clothes." Clark said, admiring her in her yoga pants and tank top.

"Of course I can, how else do you think I switch to my armor from regular clothes?"

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. But you're still not as cool as me. Watch this!" Clark spun around himself with incredible speed. By the time he stopped, he stood before her wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater undershirt holding his pants and t-shirt and shoes in his hands. "I can do it too. And without all that fancy magic."

Diana laughed. "Was that supposed to impress me?"

"Fine then." Clark played like he was insulted. "Be that way."

Clark tossed his clothes into the hallway and stepped into the bathroom to the sink furthest in the room and Diana went to the other one. He opened up a fresh pack of toothbrushes for each of them and they set to it. Clark has had girlfriends before, so seeing a woman brushing her teeth was rather meaningless, but when he saw Diana out of the corner of his eye, he was blindsided. The squinting of her eyes, the movements of her mouth, the way she wiped her face with the back of her hand, everything she did was incredibly sexy. Aside from the other day in her apartment, Diana had never consciously flaunted her beauty at him, but now that they were together, he found that she didn't have to. She could be sexy doing the mundane, she didn't have to try, just by being herself she could everything a woman should be. She was blessed by the goddess of love, and could bring any man to his knees, if she ever decided to use that power, she would be dangerous.

She could see him watching, he thought he was being discreet, but she could tell. His eyes said it all, it was the same look he had when they kissed in the sky, and the same look he had in her apartment when she teased him. She liked that look, and was hopeful that they wouldn't be interrupted this time. She closed the distance between them and stared into his eyes. He stared back, stepping close enough so that they pressed lightly against each other. Diana smiled, and so did he, she wasn't backing away, he had his moment. He leaned down, and she raised up so their lips could touch. It began just as it did that night in the sky, Diana was enjoying every second of it, but then she got a total shock when she felt his tongue in her mouth. She quickly pulled her head back, and looked at him confused.

"Are you ok?"

Diana thought about it briefly without speaking. Deciding she liked it, she went back in, this time allowing him to go deeper. Diana then moved her hands to caress his shoulders and arms, Clark took this as an invitation to touch her as well, moving his hands to the small of her back, then sliding up to the base of her neck. She enjoyed the feel of his hands on her body, warm and powerful, she gripped him tighter holding him close. She felt safe in his arms, no harm would come to her, and she hoped he felt safe in hers. At that second she knew that there was a special bond between the two of them, that was getting stronger by the day. It was like there was an unknown force coming towards her, and she didn't even want to get out of the way. Is this what love felt like? If it was, she wanted to stay right where she was.

Eventually they broke the kiss, and just stood holding each other in silence for a few moments.

"Goodnight Clark." Diana finally said with a smile.

"Goodnight Diana. I'll see you in the morning." They finally let each other go, and Diana stepped aside to allow him to leave.

"Sleep well." Diana said when he was halfway down the stairs.

"You too."

Diana quietly shut the door and climbed under the covers. The bed was warm and comfortable, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Maybe it was Clark? Either way, it didn't stop her from falling asleep with a smile on her face, she had plenty of time to figure out these new feelings she had.

Clark on the other hand knew he had a difficult night ahead of him. He felt like the magical beauty she had still lingered on him, but without her body in his arms the effect was severely lacking. As he curled up on the sofa in the den, he had the distinct feeling that tonight, Diana was going to haunt his dreams even more than usual.

And she did.