Clark sighed heavily as he rubbed his eyes. Even if he wasn't human, staring at the computer screen -- a blank computer screen --- could drive anyone into exhaustion. But, then again, he had also been awake for thirty six hours straight, no thanks to his boss and a little thing called saving the world. He let his glasses rest against his forehead for a few minutes while he sat with his face in his hand. Clark hadn't been this tired in a long time.

He wanted nothing more than to go back to the small, but comfortable apartment he called home, collapse onto his bed, and go to sleep. And then sleep like the biggest, strongest baby in the history. But he couldn't. No, he was stuck at the Daily Planet, working on an article that he got stuck with that he didn't even want to do. Most people would've objected, but him being Mild Mannered Clark Kent couldn't do it. Clark had a sneaking suspicion that was why Perry gave him the article in the first place.

Clark let out another deep breath before sitting up straight and letting his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose, where they came to a halt. He bent his head to push them up to eye level and, when he picked up his head, he jumped.

"Gee Lois!" Clark breathed, literally scared out of his wits. How come he hadn't heard her coming over? Even though he had tuned everything out, he always kept his ear open for Lois or his mother…and now, Jason.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, Clark." Lois said with a shaky laugh.

"It's okay. You just gave me a bit of a fright, is all." He replied as he adjusted his glasses. "So, what brings you over here?"

"Huh?" It was as though a light bulb switched on in her head and she nodded. "Right," She shuffled the papers in her hands and pulled out a file. "Perry wanted me to give these to you. He said to have it finished by the time you come in tomorrow morning."

Clark let his shoulders slump and he felt like banging his head on his desk, but he would probably end up shattering it into a million pieces. He looked at Lois wearily and nodded. "Thanks Lois."

Lois frowned. "Are you feeling okay, Clark? You've looked really sick for the past week."

Clark shrugged. "What can I say? After five years of not having to work and relaxing, coming back here is a bit overwhelming."

"You never did get a chance to tell me about your trip." Lois said. "I want to hear about it soon, okay?"

"I'm always around, Lois." Clark smiled, immediately wincing after the words left his lips. How could he be so stupid! This was Lois Lane he was talking to, and she had probably just figured it out from that….or did she? He looked at her only to see her looking like a deer in the headlights.

Her brown eyes were wide as she stared at Clark as though he had sprouted seven heads. She swallowed the lump in her throat at the sudden memory of the Man of Steel and licked her lips, her hands shaking unnecessarily. "W-W-What did you just say?"

Clark opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the sound of Richard and Jason coming into the bullpen with take out. He let out an inaudible sigh and thanked his lucky stars for his son and his impeccable timing.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Jason cried happily as he ran over to his mother and flung his small arms around her legs. "Guess what!"

Lois sent Clark a look that clearly told him their conversation wasn't over and she turned to Jason, smiling. She knelt down beside him. "What baby?"

"He got over his cold." Richard said, kissing Lois on the cheek as she stood back up. He looked at Clark and smiled. "Hello Clark."

"Oh, hello Richard." Clark greeted in a friendly tone. How could he not be nice to Richard? The man did save his life…whether he knew that or not.

Lois gasped as she beamed at Jason, kissing his cheek. "Good for you, baby, I knew you would get over it eventually." She peered up at Richard and sighed. "When'd this come about?"

"He just woke up this morning, complete feeling better." Richard answered. "I was quite surprised, but also relieved, because we have that gala to attend tonight."

Lois groaned as she smacked her forehead with her palm. "Goddamnit, I knew I was forgetting something."

"What's wrong?" Both Clark and Richard asked at the same time. The two men looked at each other and chuckled uneasily.

"Ummumumumum, Mommy said a bad word."

Clark bit back a laugh at Jason and smiled at his son, the boy's only response being that wide eyed stare that looked so remarkably like his own. Clark shifted uncomfortably underneath Jason's scrutiny, but the little boy smiled brightly in return and giggled.

"You're funny." Jason said.

Clark furrowed his eyebrow in confusion. "How am I funny?"

Jason shrugged. "You just are."

The older Kent laughed. "Funny looking, or just funny in general?" Jason looked up at the ceiling as though in thought, tapping his finger to his chin for dramatics. Clark shook his head at his son's behavior --- that was still so weird to him. He, Clark Kent, had a son --- as he waited for his response. "Well?"


"Both?" Clark repeated dubiously. "Why is that?"

"I don't know." Jason said, taking a pen out of Clark's coffee cup full of them and beginning to draw on an unused notepad. "You just are." He giggled as he set about his drawing. Clark turned to find that Lois and Richard had moved into Richard's office. So, he used his superhearing to hear what they were saying.

"Lois, what's wrong?" Richard asked after he closed his door.

Lois sighed heavily as she sat down on the leather couch and slipped her shoes off. "I forgot to get a babysitter for tonight. I thought that Jason was going to be too sick for me to leave him and I was just going to stay home with him." She sighed as she pushed a hand in her hair. "What are we going to do, Richard? Who do we know that can babysit on such short notice?"

Richard licked his lips as he paced in front of Lois, trying to think of anyone who could watch Jason for them. He ticked off a list of names, but Lois shook her head to each one, giving a specific reason that Richard didn't quite understand. "Well, if you're going to shoot every single one of them down, then why don't you come up with someone, Lois?"

Lois rolled her eyes, her frustration mounting. It wasn't her fault that she had forgotten. She had so much work to do on top of all the crazy emotions shooting through her, she had a right to forget something as simple as hiring a babysitter. She was about to leave Richard's office to think when her eyes fell on Clark. He was sitting at his desk with Jason. The two were talking and laughing, Jason looking like he was enjoying himself. A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips at the sight. Clark would make a good father to a lucky woman.

Clark! That was it! He could do it! That was…if he was willing.

Richard looked at Lois and saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh no, what are you plotting now?" He asked as he followed her out of his office and over to where Clark and Jason were sitting.

"And then he said, orange you glad I didn't say banana!" Jason finished excitedly, grinning expectantly at Clark. As if on cue, Clark burst out into a fit of laughter, although Lois wasn't sure if he was feigning it.

"Oh, hey Lois. Richard." Clark nodded in greeting, straightening his glasses on his nose. "Did you find a sitter?"

Richard opened his mouth to say something, when Lois cut him off. "Actually, that's why we came over here."

"Oh? Really?"

"Yes." Lois nodded. "Clark, what are you doing tonight?"

A/N: I know that probably wasn't the most entertaining chapter, but I would really appreciate it if you guys reviewed. You know, give me some feed back and criticism if it's necessary. This will probably end up being a short fic, about five chapters long or so. Not entirely sure about the length. However, that's getting off track. Review and, maybe if I get a lot of them, I'll update sooner rather than later.