I'm not really a fan of Superman from the comic book. I have read the Death of Superman Saga, read two of the Superman/Batman comics by Jeph Loeb and that's about it. I'm also a fan of Smallville and was a fan of the Lois and Clark series when it aired. AND I loved the Superman Returns movie. So, if my facts aren't totally accurate, forgive me.
Also, I don't own any of the characters. I just thought of this reveal story last week and I hope you'll enjoy it, I sure have enjoyed reading all of your stories. Cheers.
Clark Kent raised his head as the elevator doors opened in front of him to reveal the Daily Planet's newsroom. He had had only a few hours sleep on the roof that night after visiting Lois and his son. His son. Only a few hours ago he had found out that Jason White should have been Jason Kent, unfortunately he had not been there for either him or Lois while Richard had.
His mind was busy and he was physically tired, since the kryptonite wound had just recently healed and he had woken up from his coma the day before. But he had to come to work, he knew that. He couldn't possible be absent at the same time Superman was absent. Even when they were really the same person, nobody else in Metropolis knew that.
Making his way to his desk, he found it hard to concentrate even in the simplest task of writing unnecessary obituaries; like the ones Perry White, his boss, had assigned him to write - those of people still alive. So, he sat in front of his computer screen with a scalding hot cup of coffee as his companion while he thought of his life and what to do with it.
Just then, Richard White exited the elevator and passed him, walking directly to Perry's office. Clark immediately turned around to the elevator, for if Richard was there, surely Lois was there, too. He had so many things to tell her. It hadn't taken him long to figure out that if he was ever telling Lois the truth, now was the time. She was, after all, the mother of his child and he had left her alone for over five years. If nothing, she deserved to know the truth.
Of course there was Richard, her fiancée, but it didn't matter. If she decided never to see him again, at least he would have his conscience clear and a relationship with his son without lies and secrets. After all, it was part of the plan when he decided to come back to Metropolis after his trip to Krypton, wasn't it? He had meant to tell Lois everything.
But Lois wasn't anywhere around. Maybe she was not coming to work today… but, why? She knew Superman was fine, so…
"Good morning, Richard." Clark heard Perry's voice above all others without really meaning to. He turned around and stared at the window that had just been replaced the day before. "Something bothering you?"
"It's Lois, Perry… she won't be coming to work today."
Perry placed his hands on his hips like he usually did when he listened intently and frowned. "Everything okay?"
"I don't know, to tell the truth…" Perry just nodded and waited. Richard sat down in front of him, giving his uncle the cue to do the same. "I don't know. I think this is all about Superman."
Perry White seemed to want to hide a smile from his nephew, but he found it hard. "They were always close, I guess it hit her pretty hard that the guy almost died."
Richard nodded, but reconsidered, instead he shook his head. "How close where they, Perry?"
He stared intently at him, the smile totally gone from his face. "Well, he only gave interviews to her… and to tell the truth, God only knows what else they talked about that Lois decided not to put in her articles."
"You think she loved him?"
The chief took his time, Clark waited nervously for the answer, now everything around him seemed to disappear, his attention was focused only on the two men talking behind the glass wall.
"I think there was something other than professional interest, yes." Then, "When you started dating her, I thought you knew about this. Everybody knew."
But Richard shook his head, pursing his lips. "I knew Superman gave her exclusives… sort of like his press agent. Nobody ever mentioned anything. When I got here, he was already gone."
"Oh, well… I guess we were all too careful to talk about him in front of Lois. She had a real hard time getting over the fact that he was no longer around. She probably thought he died or something. It was a touchy subject at the beginning… and then, well… Kent was also gone."
At the mention of his name Clark jumped, dropping the cup of coffee all over himself. "Crap." He muttered, picking up the now empty cup and rushing for a bunch of tissues from his desk to clean his mess up.
Richard and Perry kept talking and Clark tried to keep listening even as he became distracted. "Clark?" Richard said his name. "Why is Clark even relevant in all of this? Lois didn't seem to miss him when he was gone or seemed to care that he was back. In fact, she didn't talk about him at all. If I knew about Clark Kent, it was because of Jimmy."
"Well, that should tell you something." Perry explained, "He used to be Lois' partner, but he was also Lois' only friend here. He was always passive, but he was the only one that could handle Lois around here."
"Then, why didn't she ever mention him?"
"I don't know. I think she was mad at him for leaving when she needed him the most. Think about it, Richard, Superman had just left and the only person she could turn to also disappeared. I would guess she wasn't very happy about that."
Clark finally dried the floor, putting all his soaked tissues in the waste basket. He looked at his white shirt and moaned; he only had two after all, now he would need to go to the cleaners. Walking as fast as he could, he headed to the men's room and locked the door behind him. Turning the water on, he attempted to clean his shirt as much as was possible.
Even with the water running, it wasn't hard to keep overhearing the conversation going on in Perry's office.
"I don't know, Perry. I just feel like I'm losing her. She was up almost all night trying to write her article on why the world does need Superman."
"Must be hard. Especially after the Pulitzer."
"Well, just give her time, Richard. She'll come around."
"That's what I'm afraid of… she will come around to what?" After a moment, Richard sighed. "I can't compete with Superman, Perry. And to tell the truth, I wouldn't want to."
"Maybe you won't have to." Perry insisted. "Give her time, Richard. Don't pressure her. If you do, then maybe you'll end up pushing her away."
"And if I don't, she may just drift away..."
A moment of silence followed, Clark waited patiently to hear what was coming next. "Don't give up hope, son. Just make sure she has everything she needs."
"Thanks, Perry. I'll call her later to see how she's doing."
"What about Jason?"
"He's at school. He doesn't know what's going on. Not yet, anyway."
"Well, that's good. It's for the best while you two figure this out."
Clark heard the door open finally as Richard stepped out.
"Well, I'll be in my office if you need anything."
Perry didn't reply, and after a while Clark realized that the water kept pouring out of the faucet aimlessly. Looking down at his shirt, he decided it was a lost cause. He would need to change and get it dry cleaned, that was the only way.
He came out of the men's room and walked to Perry's office.
"Hey, Kent, come on in." Perry welcomed him, sounding calm, "What the hell happened to your shirt?" He exclaimed as he took a better look at him.
"Oh, coffee… I accidentally…"
"Never mind." Perry said, "What's on your mind son, feeling better?"
"Uh?" Clark almost forgot his mother had called in sick for him. "Right. Much better, thanks."
"Good. Then what can I help you with, son?"
"Well, I was wondering if I could leave half an hour earlier for lunch today… I, uhm, still haven't found an apartment and wanted to see these two places today."
Perry smiled. "You think those places are still standing after the New Krypton incident?"
"Uhm, yeah. Yes. I just called and they said…"
But he waved him away. "Right. Just go, Kent. And see if you can do something about that shirt while you're at it."
"Sure thing, chief."
"And don't call me Chief!"
Clark nodded rapidly, bumped into the chair beside him as he clumsily opened the door to leave.
To be continued…