Army brat, Farm guy

Chapter 3 Oh, those beans!

Clark Kent's Apartment

It has been 2 weeks; Lois and Clark have been investigating the man in red/blue without success. Clark is starting to work a little with the JUSTICE LEAGUE; they are not ready to let someone like Lois into their confidence, yet. Nor is he, though he is forming the impression that she is very loyal and trustworthy.

He has invited her over to his apartment for Saturday morning breakfast.

"Coffee?" He politely asks. His manners are impeccable, astounding this army brat, city gal. Clark learned on the 1st day at the Daily Planet that she preferred her coffee black with 2 sugars. When he set a steaming mug down on her desk later in the day, she was skeptical. One sip and she was in love. WAIT! I didn't mean that!

"Yes, please," this manners thing was rubbing off on her.

In a moment he handed her a steaming mug. She took one sip, looked down at the seaming black liquid and took another.

"Smallville, where in the world did you get this coffee? It's the best I've ever had!" She looks at him expectantly.

"Ah, I have a specialty supplier; a friend from HS days. She gets it for me." (If Lois only knew that the 'supplier' was Chloe, her cousin and Clark did the getting.)

"Come on, share!" She prods, with puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry, can't disclose my source. You know all about that, Lois. And don't look at me like that. It won't work."

"Hmpf," she enjoys her mug of heaven. (Actually Columbia, SA. Clark flies down periodically; he met Juan Valdez while traveling the world)

Clark plates French toast, bacon & fruit. Breakfast proceeds nicely. Lois keeps her powder dry, for now.

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EARLY SUNDAY MORNING – THE KENT FARM

Clark glides to a soft landing alongside the barn. He walks across to the kitchen door and enters.

"Mom, dad, I'm home!" He exclaims. He hears movement upstairs, then steps scrambling down the stairs. Martha appears in the kitchen, Jonathon right behind her. After hugs and kisses she has her men sit and she starts breakfast.

"Thanks, Clark, for the coffee delivery," mom starts. "Father and I love these Columbian coffee beans."

"Yeah, so do I. I almost blew it with Lois though."

"What happened, son?" Dad exclaimed, his paranoia ramping up.

"Well, yesterday I had her over for breakfast. I served her the good Columbian coffee."

Dad smirks, "And she wants to get some now!"

"Of course she does!" He hangs his head.

"What did you do?" Mom asks, worried.

"I told her that I have a specialty supplier. She wanted to know who, of course. I told her that was a journalists protected source!"

"She bought that?" Dad is dubious.

"For now. I'll see what happens. I think it's time to talk with Chloe, to set up a cover story and an alert," Clark surmises.

"I agree," Martha adds.

"Working closely with Lois will create extra pressure, won't it?" Jonathon voices.

"Yes, it will, it is already. But you know, I'm starting to believe that Lois is someone I can trust, with everything."

"Already?" Dad cannot believe this.

"Dad, I'm not there yet. That's a long way off. I'm just getting that feeling."

"Be careful, Clark." Mom squeezes his hand.

"I will. You can be sure of that. Mom; have you thought any more about a disguise. I really hate the mask."

"Oh, no I haven't. Jonathon, can we spend some time and work on that for Clark?"

"I think so. Son, we'll call this week and talk."

"That's good; thanks mom and dad."

They finish breakfast and Clark helps dad with the chores. He then goes up to the loft and does some sketching. 'Lois would love it up here. I wonder if she would come out to the farm for a short visit?'

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TBC