Lois Lane sat in front of her laptop, resting on a desk at the Daily Planet. Three takeaway coffee cups lay around there as the clock ticked slowly into the very early hours of the morning. The brunette vixen was finishing up a story about the supposed fall in crime rates in Metropolis were not only exaggerated but totally fake. Even the cities cops could be corrupted. Lois attached the story to an email and sent it off to Perry White. It was certain to grant her a byline and a much needed boost to her career. Lois was more than ready to go home. Grabbing one of the empty coffee cups and tipping it 180 into her mouth, she struggled through the dregs needed to get her home. Looking at the empty desk that adjoined to hers, she hoped her new partner was going to be at least capable. Its not like I need one, it would just make things so much easier. Her last partner had left the building crying and swearing he would never return to Metropolis again. So what if he hadn't been able to cope? Lois had got this far through her own principles- she certainly wasn't going to give them up now.

Grabbing her bag, Lois walked towards the exit and turned off the lights without looking back. The doors would lock automatically after the last employee left and what with it being 3 in the morning, she was fairly sure that she was leaving alone. The streets were barren as Lois took a right, staring the ten-block walk to her apartment. Suddenly three police cars flew past, sirens blaring. Lois looked up sharply as something had caught her attention. It was as though something had been chasing after the cars, a blur. She pressed her fingers to her eyes and crossed the road. As she carried on walking she heard the wails of police cars stop suddenly and two minutes later, two blocks further up, she saw the same three vehicles driving past her, all containing crooks sat and cuffed in the back. That seemed a little quick.

Lois turned into the most dreaded part of her journey: the dark alley the lead to her street that housed her apartment. Sure she could go around the longer, safer route but the weary woman was desperate to climb into bed. Halfway down, Lois span around for the sound of a bottle smashing above her head on the wall had reached her ears. A rugged man stood over her, holding the newly broken glass under her petite chin, "Give me the bag," he demanded, hissing. Lois backed up a tad as gasped for the glass had cut a line from the top of her throat to the bottom of her face, along the underside of her head. The man lunged forward and grabbed for the bag and Lois screamed and dodged the weapon as it scraped against her cheek painfully. Blood trickled down her face. Bag in hand, the thief started to run before he was thrown 20 ft into the air where he landed into a dumpster, crumpling the lid and his head dropped down into his chest, unconscious. Lois tracked the man's flight with her eyes, her mouth a perfect "O." She span back around to find a man holding out her handbag at arms leg, implying she take it. Instead she took in the sight that stood before her.

A sharp jaw-line and cheekbones defined the man's face. His irises were of the lightest blue, amazingly soft. His smile gleamed through the gloomy night and caused her mind to go wobbly. The tight super-suit (if that was what she was going to call it) was blue and red with a bold "S" on the chest and displayed the man's impressing muscular structure. His six pack almost tearing out from underneath the material. His bulge was not evident, much to Lois' dismay and she carried on eying the epitome of masculinity. His hair was the darkest black and styled handsomely, a windblown quiff of perfection. This man had been her hero, and in her eyes he was super.

"Your bag ma'am," he gestured finally, after a good ten seconds. Lois blushed, something she never did and took the bag, looking down shy.

"Thank you," she managed meekly.

"May I inquire as to why you are out here at such a late hour?" asked the hero stepping towards her.

"Who are you?" Lois asked, ignoring his previous question, back to her former self.

"People are calling me 'Superman.' I like it. Rolls nicely off the tongue," he smiled at his joke.

There was that smile again. "Oh. I'm Lois Lane, reporter for the Daily Planet." She held out her hand. He took it firmly, yet gentle at the same time, and shook it. "Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said looking up from her hand into her eyes. Deep brown. He gave her another grin, "stay right here, and don't move." And just like that he was gone. Lois stood dumbfounded. She didn't take orders from anyone, but now she was rooted the spot. Where'd he go so…

She never got to finish her thought as Superman reappeared out of a blur again. He had been gone all of two seconds but he had returned with a coat and cup of hot chocolate in hand. He wrapped the coat around her, "Sorry, just before we go." He looked at the wall and Lois noticed he seemed to squint. Suddenly the brick was alight for a brief moment. After a few seconds, Lois recognised the insignia on scorched onto the surface. It was the same symbol that was spread across Superman's chest. They left it smoking and they rounded the corner onto the block lit by street -lamps.

"Ok, where do you live?" asked Superman looking deep into her eyes.

Lois blinked, "A little bit forward aren't you? If you thought you were going to get lucky just because you saved me, you have…" She was stopped in her tracks as he placed a single finger on her lips.

"Lois, I just want to make sure you get home safely." He grinned, as though amused by her conclusions.

"Ok… it's just up the road, apartment 21B of Baker's Apartments," Lois pointed up the road.

"Hold on tight then," he turned around stopping them and gripped her arms and looked into her eyes, penetrating into her pupils. She grabbed hold of his frame, clinging tightly. All trust placed into the stranger who seems as though she had known him her whole life. Suddenly she was outside her door. Lois had barely closed her eyelids. But now she was alone, he had gone leaving her standing in the hallway, a slight burning smell reaching her lips. She glanced at her door and did a double take. Burnt into the threshold were the words:

Come to 49th street cornered with 3rd avenues' phone booth at 7 tomorrow. "S"

Kara Zor-El sat down at a large table in a seedy underground bar, located in the City of Coly, Mars. Martians had a keen interest in their earthly neighbors and bars such as the one the blonde found herself in now were common around the red planet. This was meant to be a saloon bar from the Wild West, Kara understood (she had never been to Earth). Ever since the crushing depression of 45,920AD by Aliirsuk's Concept (otherwise known as 1990AD on Planet Earth), places such as this slowly wore away until they became dirty shells of their previous selves. Now they resorted to gambling and other illegal activities in backrooms to attract customers and their valued credits. Seven other aliens surrounded her, making their versions of what would be angry encouragement towards the centre of the surface. For eight little crab-like creatures were battling it out for their lives, and their owners' money. These cretins roamed the dust covered planet in as high number as pigeons did on Earth and while most were ignored or killed as pests, somewhere used as gladiators. A successful crab could earn a lot of money and fame, highlighting the emptiness that filled and antithetically emptied Mars' society nowadays.

The last round had just ended and most of the aliens sat around the table were broke already, betting their next paycheck before they had even earned it. Reaching down into her satchel, grasped hold of her crab and placed it on the table. It had been secretly enhanced by Kryptonian technology, illegal on Mars but Kara was relying on the fact that her planet had been declared dead for a decade and no one would notice. She then gave the others a devious, sexy grin and put 1000 credits on the table. A ripple of shock went around the table and drew the attention of the whole bar to the blonde. The other aliens looked around nervously, before one of them placed all his money on the surface, quickly followed by the others. An event like this was rare and suddenly everyone's attention was on them.

The crabs were circling each other, sizing one and another up. All the other critters were beaten up and battle hardy, whereas Kara's seemed untouched. It also was the smallest. But as Kara knew all too well, the unexpected are always the strongest. There was a loud crack as a rock slab met the surface signaling the start. Even the crabs sensed the importance of the situation as the circled for only brief moments more before piling in on Kara's crab. Its claw swung up and held one of them at bay, which simultaneously blocked another. That crab then found itself being crawled on and before it could even defend itself, it's neck was snapped. (((One down, six to go.))) Kara's crab was flipped over abruptly as three of the others seemed to work together. One of them raised its claw while the other two held down Kara's crab's arms clumsily. The pincer came crashing down and the crowd went wild. Kara's crab in an amazing show of strength and skill, brought together its claws easily, causing the two crabs holding it down to lose their heads as the attacking pincer sliced through the weak tissue holding them to their bodies. Catching the claw in its own pincers, Kara's crab twisted and broke the bone and kicked the other crab hard, sending it flying into the wall, snapping its spine. The crowd was jumping now, showering the table with credits, placing their bets on the crab that had now overcome four other critters. One of the other crabs turned to another stood next to it and savagely tore off its eye while it was undefended. Blood shot out of the injured crabs head as it run around blindly. Kara's crabs stormed forward and sliced its weapon through another crab's legs on one side. It swung back the same claw to whip the crippled crab onto its back with its neck broken. Then it reared around to the remaining critter. After witnessing what had just occurred, the remaining crab fled and climbed off the table. The rodents were normally know for their bravery even in the face of death and this was the first time one had abandoned a fight. The rabble of spectators broke out into a frenzy.

Kara super sped her way around the table and bar, collecting all the credits that lay on the surfaces. Then she stopped and smiled her mischievous, sexy grin. Seeing that all of their money had gone missing, the crowd exploded. Punches were thrown and weapons fired as Kara calmly turned around and walked towards the exit. She stepped over a body and turned back toward the violence. A fire had broken out (which was strictly forbidden on Mars as they feared being discovered by a certain blue and green planet.) and she could already hear the authorities on their way. And to the sound of several cries of battle, the blonde super sped away. It was time to see a certain cousin…

Sunday.

Clark stepped out of the shower, toweling his hair. He could have super sped into the Atlantic, washed off and then dried in the Sahara Desert within seconds but having a shower was relaxing and reminded him that he lived in a human world. Something I occasionally need reminding of. The T.V. was on in the background and Clark stopped a moment to listen: "Many reports have come flying in about a vigilante protecting the citizens of Metropolis. The man is said to be dressed in red and blue, he calls himself 'Superman.' The Mayor and the Pentagon have released a joint statement assuring citizens that…" Clark stopped listening to Vicky Vale and turned to head back into his room. Suddenly his front door burst open as Chloe strode in headstrong.

"Clark? Have you seen the headlines this morning? Oh!" Chloe stopped in her tracks as she caught sight of the shirtless Kryptonian. Milking the view of his beautifully sculpted chest, she mentally slapped herself. Chloe had long buried her feelings for her best friend and had moved on. However, this display of masculinity certainly made it harder. If only every man had the torso of Clark Kent…

The blonde quickly placed a hand over her eyes and laughed nervously as Clark super sped into his room and returned fully dressed. "Sorry about that," he blushed, looking down.

"Don't worry about it, nothing I haven't seen before," Chloe quipped cheekily, punching his arm. Clark's mouth dropped open and he shook his head as his red face turned more crimson. He's such a prude. "So are we going suit shopping or not?"

Five minutes later, the pair were in Chloe's car driving to the shopping centre as Tighten Up by The Black Keys played from the radio. Clark sat amazed at the amount of rubbish and coffee cups that littered the interior. For such a tidy mind, Chloe was a messy girl. "So what are we going for then?"

"A suit and essentials. Oh and a pair of glasses," Clark added, leaning as the Golf swung around the tight corner, entering the multi-storey car park.

"Glasses?! I thought you had perfect 20/20 vision? Even better than that if I remember correctly," Chloe exclaimed from outside the car, reaching to get a ticket through her window.

"That's true, but if I'm going to expose myself in the role of Superman, I need to use Clark Kent as a disguise in the bullpen," Clark mentioned, pointing out a spot. Chloe focused on swinging the hatchback into the space before getting out and answering:

"So how's that going to work then?" Chloe asked as they made their stepped into the lift. Before Clark could answer, he noticed that the lift contained others who were unaware of his dual-identity. They rode down in uncomfortable silence before emerging back out into the sunlight where he answered.

"I figured if I was going to start saving people, I would use my face and name as a symbol to others to give them hope. However, people would instantly put two and two together if I carried on being Clark Kent. So I'm going to change, I'll wear glasses and act less confident. I'll become clumsy, because surely that can't be a trait of a superhero right?"

"That's excellent Clark. I've always pictured you the cute, awkward nerd," laughed Chloe as they turned into the suit shop.

"Hi there, welcome to All American Tailors, can I help you?" Said a young shopping assistant, rushing forward to aid the pair. Her eyes never left Clark.

"Err, yes thank you," said Chloe loudly, interrupting the woman's gazing by leaning over and waving her hand to get herself noticed. "My friend Clark here needs a new wardrobe."

"We'll I'll be more than glad to help you sir," she smiled.

"I'm sure you will be," Chloe muttered under her breath, following the pair further into the shop. Clark had learned upon asking that the assistant's name was Sarah before he purposely tripped over a display stand, sending the whole thing flying. After a brief shower of ties and shirts, Clark was sat on his behind looking up apologetically at Sarah.

"I'm so sorry, need to watch wear I'm walking," he rambled as he started to pick up expensive items of clothing.

"Don't worry about it, I'll tidy this up, you go prepare to be measured up," Sarah gushed, taking the clothes off of him.

"Nice start Clark, very clumsy," Chloe joked lightly and quietly so only Clark could hear from behind the changing room curtain. Clark smiled as he emerged only in his boxers and stood on the podium. Chloe, for the second time that day found herself struggling to look attire young man's face. Sarah had already failed and rushed forward with the measuring tape eagerly. Clark blushed as she wrapped her fingers around the top of his thigh.

"Are you sure you shouldn't start at the chest Sarah?" He just about managed to squeeze out of his mouth, his hand raking through his hair awkwardly.

"Looks standard procedure to me," Chloe smirked, enjoying his discomfort.

"Yes, it is..." Sarah trailed as she made her way up to his torso, sizing up Clark's six-pack. Does she have to be so obvious? "So why the new wardrobes, mister..?"

"Kent. I start at the Daily Planet tomorrow actually."

"Oh really? Good looking and in worthy employment, maybe we can meet for a coffee tonight and you can tell me all about it?" Sarah asked looking straight into Clark's baby blues. Both Clark and Chloe's mouths dropped open at her boldness. Turns out that, yes, she can be more obvious. Clark somehow managed to look even more uncomfortable. "Maybe around seven?" Sarah tried again.

"Um, I'm sorry but I have a phone call then," Clark stumbled.

"A phone call?"

"An interview! An Exclusive interview!" Clark exclaimed. You'd think after all the years of practice, I would have got better at this excuses thing.

"With who?" Inquired Chloe, her interest piqued. It had taken her months to get an interview at the Planet.

"It's a secret. Sorry Sarah," Clark said apologetically to the downcast woman. Chloe's bag vibrated next to her and the blonde dove into it to retrieve her mobile. The caller I.D. revealed her caller to be Lois and Chloe made her excuses quickly before getting up and leaving a very awkward Clark Kent with a disheartened assistant.

"Where the hell are you Chloe?" Lois yelled down the line, causing Chloe to remove the handset from her ear.

"Out shopping, why Lois?" Chloe said, ears ringing.

"I have the biggest news ever and I've been trying to find you all day, at the Planet, at your apartment…" Lois rambled.

"Why didn't you just call me then?" Chloe cut her off.

"I wanted to tell you in person, it's that big."

"Oh ok, I can swing by your apartment in…"

"I met Superman!" Lois interrupted. Chloe could almost see the brunette glowing with excitement. She fell over her next words.

"Err, what, do you mean? You met Superman?"

"I mean he saved me and I've got a date with him tonight!"

"What? How? Are you ok?" Chloe exclaimed, looking angrily at Clark as he stepped out of the changing rooms again and made his way over to the till. Chloe vaguely listened to Lois as she told the story dramatically. If I had heat vision, Clark would be a toasted marsh-mellow right now. "OK, ok," Chloe barged into Lois' monologue, "I'll come over later and you can tell me everything. Ok bye!" Chloe rushed to hang up and turn off her phone. She knew that she had royally pissed off Lois and would probably pay for it but she needed to talk to Clark now. Clark had just finished paying with his card and picking up his things when Chloe stormed over and reached up the grab onto his arm tightly to drag him away. It would have hurt him if he weren't the man of steel.

"Chloe?" he questioned, "Ok, ok thank you goodbye Sarah," he just about squeezed out as he was hauled away by the blonde. The assistant stared longingly after him.

"What the hell Clark?" Chloe asked, raising her hands.

"What are you talking abo…?"

"Lois and Superman?" Chloe continued, "What were you thinking?"

"Lois Lane? How do you..?" Clark faltered.

"She's my cousin Clark, how on Earth could you forget that? She lived with you for over three years!" Chloe shouted and turned around and begun walking toward Spec Savers.

"What, that Lois from last night is your cousin? Wow, she's changed, I didn't even recognise her," Clark mused as he followed and they entered the shop.

Chloe brushed past the assistant without a word and Clark apologized to him. "Didn't recognise her? Do you think I'm stupid?" Chloe continued through the shop.

"It has been a good five years since I last saw her. She didn't recognise me either," Clark defended himself as he walked through the aisles, looking at the various different spectacles. Chloe turned sharply and shot him a look and scared Clark.

"You got so lucky! Do you have any idea what may have happened if she had figured you out? It was your first night on the job! Hardly a good way to start," Chloe shouted, raising her arms aloft. The pair were starting to attract attention from the other shoppers in the store.

"That's why I have to hide behind a bumbling Clark Kent," Clark said, reaching blindly to his left for the first set of glasses that he touched and slipped them on his face. They were a classic, black and thick-rimmed pair. Chloe smiled and Clark let out a sigh of relief. Thank god she can't stay mad at me for long.

"Those are definitely the ones," Chloe grinned, "let's just buy them already. But we are so not done with this."

Clark's eyes glazed over and he tilted his head like a dog for a moment. "Actually, someone's robbing the bank just outside of here. Pay for these would ya'?" Clark said as he beamed his Kent 1000 watt, twenty molar grin at the blonde. Then Chloe struggled to catch the frames as they dropped out the air while her face took a face full of air.

Author's Note: Thanks again for reading! And to anyone who wrote a review or followed or faced, thank you. So I know I said I'll publish on Sunday but I'm moving house and I won't have internet for three weeks. I'm going to have to learn to talk to people in the flesh again! Haha. So this is basically everything I've written so far but whenever I can I'll publish the next bits. No promises or anything though.

Shout out to the USA for being well over half of my viewership and the reader from Federated States of Micronesia, a place I had no knowledge of before! Once again thanks for reading and cheers for the reviews and follows.