Chapter 8 – Once Again

Lois Lane cried for a long time. She imagined Jason was sound asleep in his warm bed while she did. Her son, who had been conceived with Clark Kent, not with Superman, like she had thought. Clark Kent and Superman… the same person. It was still troubling thinking of them as the same person now. She had had both of his identities so clearly identified before. Her world had been turned upside down in so many ways that she didn't know what was real anymore.

Not daring to disturb her son's sleep, she hid herself in the place where everything had started: the study. Sitting down, she opened the drawer where the earpiece was hiding and put it on again.

"-nothing, Clark, I swear." It was Bruce Wayne, and he didn't sound happy. The voice now came softer, as if coming from a distance as if Clark was far away. Or maybe just his jacket was far away. How odd she found the coincidence of catching the two of them talking again. Maybe it was a sign.

"Bruce, she knew things she shouldn't have. She knew that I knew Jason was my son. How could she have known that?"

"You're the one with super-hearing, not me."

"You're the detective."Clark said using a sarcastic tone.

There was a moment of silence. Lois thought the device was broken again like before, only now there wasn't static.

"So she just ran away…? I mean, after you…" Bruce asked.

"Yes. I knew this was a bad idea from the start." Clark explained, now calmer. "I knew she would be angry just by the fact that I had held the secret from her for so long."

"I really thought that…"

"That she would come running into my arms?" Clark said, "See, this is what you don't understand. If I had stayed just as 'Clark' then at least I would still see her from time to time. At least they would let me babysit Jason once in a while and I could get to know him. But now, God knows what she's thinking of me."

"But you love her. She should see that."

"I betrayed her. That's what she'll see." Clark sounded defeated as he spoke. Lois felt now more confused than ever, but she just sat there and listened to another conversation she shouldn't be hearing. "I guess I'll give her some time. Then I'll decide what to do, but the game is in her hands."

"Don't talk like that. The important thing is that now you two have no secrets." Bruce said. "What I still wonder is… how did she know? And you're right; she called me the morning after I saw you first since you came back. That's odd."

"It is, isn't it?"

"Maybe…" Bruce began, "What if…?" Silence, Lois suddenly panicked, thinking they would discover that she'd been listening, what if…? "What if she could hear us?"

Oh, no.

"Hear us? How?"

Lois looked around, knowing they were about to discover her breach of their privacy.

"Wait. Be quiet for a minute." Clark said, and then another silence, Lois' heart sped as it always did when she knew she was doing something wrong. "Oh, n-"

"Damn it." She took the ear piece off and shut it down for the first time since she had placed the bug in Clark's jacket. It was too late. Not a moment too soon, she heard the phone ring. It was right next to her and it startled her. "Hello?" She picked up frantically.

"Ms. Lane, this is Bruce Wayne. I just thought I should give you a heads up." The voice on the other end said.

"What?" But the answer to that question came immediately.

"Hello, Lois." In front of her, wearing jeans, sneakers and a lose shirt stood Clark Kent, his glasses still on, even if they both knew he didn't need them. Startled, Lois dropped the phone and fell on top of the desk.

"Clark." She gasped. "What are you doing here?"

He raised his hand and opened his fist. On his palm, the device that had rested in his pocket for so long appeared. "Is this yours?"

"Uh, I, uhm…" She composed herself, took the hair out of her eyes slowly. "It is, thank you." She reached to him and took the device. Then she repeated, "What are you doing here?"

"For someone that has just invaded my privacy the question is a little ironic, don't you think?"

Is he mad? She thought, well, serves him well for lying to me! "I'm a reporter, that's what I do."

"I'm a reporter too, in case you haven't noticed, and what you did is illegal."

She suddenly felt so ashamed. She had known since the beginning it was wrong, but she had done it anyway. She sat down, not knowing what to do or say. "I'm sorry I just… wanted to know."

"Know what?" Clark asked, bewildered. "I did nothing to you."

That had been the wrong thing to say. "Nothing?" She looked into his eyes in anger. "How can you call leaving me with your child in my womb nothing!"

"I didn't know you were pregnant! Do you honestly think I would have left if I had known?"

"How the hell should I know? Apparently you are living a double life, right in front of my eyes. If that's not a big lie, then I don't know what is! I don't really know who you are, do I?"

Clark gave a step forward, pointing at himself. Lois didn't move from her spot, even if he frightened her a little by the way he was acting. "You know perfectly well who I am, my name is Clark Kent, I grew up in Kansas, I'm a reporter, you even know my mom. And yes, I'm from another planet, but now you know that too, don't you? What difference does it make? You know both sides of me and they are the same person. How can you say you don't know who I am if you know me better than anyone?"

"For one, Clark Kent would never raise his voice at me!" She gave a step forward, as well.

"And Lois Lane would never spy on me!" Clark said, getting closer.

"You lied to me, Clark! You slept with me and I didn't even know it was really you!" The tears threatened to come out again. "We have a son together!"

"I did that because I love you!" Clark was almost shouting now, "That's what people do when they're in love!"

"Well, I loved you, too!" Lois said, the tears falling.

Clark stood there, silent, having heard what she had said. "Well, I still do." He gave a step back, taking his glasses off. "Good night."

He turned to leave, heading for the window which remained opened. "Clark, wait." Lois said and Clark stopped. She didn't really know why she had stopped him, all she knew was she didn't want him to go. "Don't… go."

"Why? It's clear you don't want me here." Clark certainly didn't sound happy.

"I'm sorry." Lois said, "I didn't mean what I… said."

"Well, I meant what I said." Clark told her. "I still love you, but I know you love Richard and…"

"Not like I love you." She blurted out. It had been true, but she had said it without thinking. Clark frowned in confusion. "What you just revealed to me tonight is… well, I don't know what to think."

He shook his head, "Maybe you love Superman, but not Clark." He suggested.

"Didn't you say you're the same person?" Lois replied, smiling a little.

"Yes, but not to you… not yet."

"Maybe I just need some time."

Clark started to smile, but then he shook his head. "But what about Richard, it's not fair to him. I'm not that kind of guy. He loves you and he's the father Jason knows and…"

"Yes, about that…" Lois lowered her eyes. "There are some complications."

"Complications?"

She scoffed, "For someone with super-hearing, you sure don't hear a lot of conversations."

"I don't go around listening to other people just for kicks." She knew perfectly well what he had meant, but let it pass. "Besides, I had a friend over."

She smiled when she heard this, "Bruce Wayne?"

"Yeah, Bruce. He's a good friend, even when I don't always approve of his methods." Clark declared, rolling his eyes.

"That's some friend."

"I trust him." Clark sighed. "And Richard? He's not here, I realize."

"No." Lois said, "The truth is, I didn't know Jason was yours until he started doing these amazing things. But by then he was about four years old and all that time I had thought Richard was the father."

"You didn't happen to mention that I'm the father, did you?" Clark asked, concerned.

Lois nodded. "I'm sorry, I was confused and he came to me and I just said it. I wasn't really thinking and now…"

"But, wait a minute… who exactly does he think is the father?"

She laughed, knowing she shouldn't, but his question had been so sudden. "No, he thinks Clark's the father, you. Don't worry; I'm not yelling to the world that I know your big secret."

"Thank you." She saw him relax.

After a silent moment, Lois said, "This is nice."

"What is?"

"Just talking to you. I like it."

He smiled gently. "The feeling's mutual. That's why I love you."

"Why?" She wondered out loud. "I'm a terrible person. I lie and listen to other people's conversations, and I'm bossy and yell at you a lot. I can't see how you can like that."

"I don't know either. You're just my type, I guess." He smiled. "All I know is you drive me crazy."

Finally, she walked towards him; she opened her arms and let him hold her. He did, not thinking twice, and in turn let her rest her head on his chest. "Thank you for telling me the truth."

After she said that, he kissed her head. "Thank you for not freaking out like I thought you would."

She laughed silently, but he didn't let her go. "You don't call that freaking out?"

"A little." Clark replied, "You should have seen what I had pictured in my mind."

"That bad, uh?"

Now it was him who chuckled. "Well, after all, it was a great deal not saying good-bye. But if you think about it now, I did say good-bye. Remember?"

She finally faced him. "What? No, I don't remember."

"I did. I walked to your desk and told you I was leaving the Planet." She tried to remember the moment, but couldn't. "You really don't remember?"

"No, sorry."

"I guess we're even then." He smiled and then suddenly seemed distracted.

"What is it?"

"I gotta go."

"Where?"

He looked at her, almost like not knowing how to explain it to her. "I hear… things. All the time, remember?"

"Oh, right. Someone out there needs your help?"

"Yes."

"That's all right. Go." She told him. "I'll see you tomorrow at work."

He smiled when he heard that. "Good luck… with Richard."

"Thank you. Good night."

Next, she saw him walk to the window and lift off, in a blink of an eye, he was gone. Lois stood there, watching the night before her and wondering what would become of them. How would their relationship evolve? And most importantly, how would Jason take it when he found out Richard was not his father? Would he accept Clark? Would they still be happy after all that would happen next?

She didn't know. What she did know was that it was late, and she was tired, and there was nothing else she could do to fix the world.

To be continued