The Marshall and Superman

A/N I hope you have read the antecedent story "Marshall Lang". If not, now would be a good time to do so; that story is only 4 chapters. Without that context you will be missing a lot, in my opinion.

Chapter 1 Games People Play

Prosecutor Wilson calls Marshall Lana Lang on her secure cell phone, the trial of Lex Luthor is due to start in 60 minutes.

"Marshall Lang here."

"Prosecutor Wilson inquiring about witness Clark Kent. We are at 60 minutes and counting. Are you on schedule to arrive on time?"

"There's a little hangup on the 405 but we should make it on time."

"Please update me if there's any problems; you know Judge Adams, he's a bear."

"I know, will do." Lana responds. She looks at CK and smirks; "how close should we cut it?"

"How much do we want Lex to palpitate with false hope?" CK grins.

"A little; I don't want to give Judge Adams any reason to pull a judicial shenanigan. He's done it before on me."

"How about T-2 minutes?" CK winks.

"OK. Set your timer for 56 minutes."

"Got it ma'am."

45 Minutes later.

Lana's secure phone rings; "Lang here."

"Wilson, where in hell are you?"

"Almost there." Lana smirks at CK.

"Well, we've got 5 minutes; Judge Adams is glaring at me and Lex is grinning like the Cheshire cat. Get your asses up here NOW!"

"Yes, sir." She smiles at CK – "it's working."

3 minutes later.

The courtroom doors burst open and in walk a perfectly relaxed couple. Marshall Lana Lang is wearing a knee length dark grey pencil skirt with a conservative slit up the left side to just above the knee, paired with a forest green silk sleeveless blouse. Her badge is noticeable pinned to her belt above her left hip and her Glock tucked into her waist band in the back.

The witness, Clark Kent, is wearing a matching pair of dark grey slacks and an azure long sleeve button down dress shirt; the sleeves are rolled up to just above the elbows.

They stop just before the gate to the front area of the courtroom. Lana speaks; "Marshall Lana Lang your honor, with prosecution witness Clark Kent."

"Cutting it rather close aren't we Miss Lang?" Judge Adams remarks coldly.

"Sorry Sir – a unfortunate incident on the 405, cleared just in time."

"Well, bailiff swear Mr. Kent in and we shall proceed."

2 hours later.

Clark withstands direct, cross, and re-direct questioning and the case goes to the jury as there are no other witnesses.

30 minutes later.

GUILTY! The defendant is remanded to the Marshalls service for transport to Super Max Colorado. Lana can relax as other colleagues take over the prisoner transport.

Lana unlocks the door to her 12th floor penthouse apartment and lets herself and Clark inside. He immediately wraps her up in his arms and begins a kissing barrage. She responds in kind.

Between kisses he manages to speak; "do you . . . have some time . . . off now, babe?"

"Yeah, 10 days" – she resumes her assault.

"What about a celebration with me in the City by the Bay?" He's now helping her shed some excess clothing.

She's giggling, reciprocating the clothing maneuvers. "San Francisco? I'd love it. What do you have in mind?"

"You, me, food, sights, stuff like that. Pack light, we may use the Superman express at times. We don't need a lot of clothing anyway, you know."

"I know, lover boy. When do we leave?"

"Right after breakfast in the morning, I'll cook."

"Oh, BTW, I have a new flying suit for you to try on in the morning. I think you'll like it. To go with that, wear your hair in a pony-tail when we are going to be flying, that will decrease the mess and tangles as my stylist says."

Lana laughs, "you have a stylist? I must talk to this person!"

"Sorry, it's a secret."

"I'm sure. Well, I'm in, I love you, Clark!"

"I love you, Lana!"

After breakfast.

"Ok, where's my flying suit, Clark?"

"On the bed; go in and put it on, then come out and let me see how you look."

She disappears into the bedroom; he hears squeals of delight. She re-appears all in black leather including a head covering and mask over the eyes. There is a circular cutout in back for her pony tail. She comes to stand before him and does a slow pirouette.

OMG – are they ever going to get out of her penthouse?

"See something you like, Mr. Kent?"

"Ah, yeah, Miss Lang. We better get going before my hormones lose control totally."

"OK, I'm packed – let's go."

In a blur CK changes into Superman and they are off.