A/N: My fellow authors on LJ know how much this story means to me. I guess this is what I've been striving to do since I wrote my first words months ago. I hope you like what I've done. Look for updates every four (4) days, if all goes well. The story is written, so unless there's an emergency, there will be no long waits between chapters. I want to send thanks to my wonderful betas, Nicole and Hana. Thank you, ladies. Well here goes! Please read and review! Thanks! :D
Chapter 1: Rescue:
On this one particular day in Metropolis, the sky was beautiful, sunny and warm. It started like any other day, nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. The citizens of Metropolis went about their daily routines, unaware that a sinister plot was being perpetrated as they drove their cars, took commuter buses, boarded airplanes, talked on their cell phones, and lived their lives just like any other day. Three lives in particular would be forever changed by this day. They were Lois Lane, the star reporter for the Daily Planet, Richard White, her fiancé of more than a year, and their son, Jason White.
He was finally home where he belonged. Clark Kent of Smallville, Kal-El of Krypton, and Superman. He never should have left. He knew that now, after all these years. There he was again, saving Lois, just like he's done countless times before. It had become second nature to him, like breathing in and out, and loving her was also just as effortless.
Standing there, watching her, seeing the look of stunned surprise on her face, sent him to a place he had no business going. He didn't like to think about her being without him all this time, but she seemed to have done very well without him. She had won a Pulitzer Prize for her article Why the World Doesn't Need Superman. It was clear what points she was trying to make. How ironic was that? But seeing that photo of her with another man and with her son, a beautiful little boy, caused his heart to rise up into his throat. The regret threatened to choke him. He took a deep breath. How could I have gone away like that? I left the one person who really knew me, understood me, and wanted me. I took her memories of our beautiful time together, and now, all I can do is stand here and think about all the lost time and beautiful memories we could have had, if only… if only I had never left her. I'm so sorry, Lois. I'm so sorry.
"Are you ok?" Clark thought he wouldn't be able to get the words out, but he managed. The world shrunk to just the two of them just like it always did when they were together. Some things haven't changed.
Lois hasn't said a word, which was a rare occurrence, he admitted. He couldn't help but grin at that thought. I can't stand here and watch her anymore. People were beginning to stare at us. So, he spoke to everyone on the plane.
"I hope this little incident hasn't put you off flying. Statistically speaking it's still the safest way to travel." Then he took one last look at Lois, waved and turned to go. Kal-El stood at the entrance of the plane and watched the crowd, knowing that he was home, but he also knew that not everyone would welcome him back. Several moments later he took off.
Lois arrived at the door a moment too late. She wanted desperately to call him back. He's back, he's really here. Her mind couldn't fathom it. She fainted.
Kal-El banked to the right and saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and knew what had happened. He immediately went to see if Lois was alright. She could have hit her head or maybe she was ill. He picked her up and flew her to the nearest hospital.
Lois awoke in his arms, only a few moments later, and knew immediately where she was, and who was holding her. Her heart wouldn't listen to her brain, as it responded to his nearness just like the past had never happened. It was fluttering so fast, she thought she might actually faint again. She was getting light-headed and touched her forehead. Clark tried to reassure her and pulled her closer. "Lois, you're safe. I've got you."
Clark knew the moment she had awakened. He was afraid to look her in the eye, but when she touched her forehead, he could not put it off anymore. He steeled his heart against her, and looked at the woman of his heart. He knew it would be hard, but he was a strong person, he could just look at her without loosing it, surely he could. He was wrong, so wrong about so many things. "Lois, I…" The words died in his throat.
"You what, what were you going to say … Kal-El?" Lois was bombarded with so many emotions right now, she couldn't pinpoint just one, but if she were honest with herself, the one emotion that pushed its way to the forefront of her mind and her heart was … she still loved him. The feeling leaped and hurdled over every other feeling straight into her heart and sat there waiting for her to acknowledge it. It was the last thing she would do. "Well?"
Clark was stunned. She remembers my name? "Lois, are you alright?" He wasn't ready to talk, not now, and certainly not one thousand feet in the air.
"Kal-El, if you don't talk to me, I'll … I'll." She didn't know what she would do.
"You'll what?" Clark couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face.
"Don't you dare laugh at me." Lois gave him the stern face.
"Lois, I'm not laughing. I'm worried about you. That's all."
"I'm fine. You can put me down now." She didn't want to talk anymore. It was still the same for them, always would be. It was becoming way too easy to talk with him and tease him. She groaned to herself. She was in a lot of trouble.
"Lois, we're one thousand feet in the air. We'll be at the hospital in one minute."
"I don't need a hospital." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Just take me to the Planet." She stared straight ahead.
"Is Jason there?" Oh, I probably should not have said that.
Lois was shocked. She stared at him. "How do you know about him?"
"Umm, I umm, read about him. Congratulations, Lois. You have a beautiful little boy. He, umm, looks like his father, doesn't he?" That was subtle, Clark. He had to know the truth. He suspected Jason might be his, prayed that he might. The dates and times fit too perfectly. It was possible, wasn't it? He knew miracles happened everyday, all the time.
"Yes he does," Lois said without thinking. She glanced at Clark. Should she tell him that her memories had miraculously returned within months of her moving in with Richard? She remembered that fateful night. It was days before the fateful shuttle launch. I laid in my bed remembering the dream. Both Kal-El and Clark were there in my dreams for the first time. I remember crying and crying afterwards for my lost love, our son, who may never know and love his real father, and all the lost time we would never get back. She looked into Kal-El's eyes and knew the truth. Kal-El was Jason's father.
"Lois, what are you thinking?" She was staring at him so strangely.
"I need to be on the ground. My head is spinning. Please put me down." She looked down and knew exactly where she was. "Here, you can drop me off here."
"Lois, this is a residential area. There's a seaplane and ... whose house is this? Is this where you live?" A stabbing pain somewhere in the region of his heart was almost too much to bear. Lois had a home and a family, and he wasn't a part of it. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Yes, this is where I live." She looked at Clark, and what she saw broke her heart. He looked devastated. "Kal-El, you can put me down now." I don't know what to say to him. "I have to go inside and make a call. My purse is still on the plane. Kal-El, can you hear me?"
Clark put her down, and like a robot he stood there staring at her. A part of him felt betrayed, but he had no rights, no rights at all. He had forfeited every right he had ever had with her, when he had left her without a single word as Clark and as Superman.
Lois went in search of her spare key. She had placed it under a chaise lounger on the back patio. It was still there. She put the key in the lock and turned to face Kal-El. He hadn't moved an inch. Then, the words just slipped out.
"Come in for a minute. It's alright, we can talk."
When Lois spoke to him, Kal-El snapped out of it. He didn't know what to do. He looked around, and entered the house, wondering what would happen. Lois had a lovely home. He felt like an intruder, an interloper. Lois was engaged, she had a son, and he didn't belong here, not as Clark, and certainly not as Superman. He didn't belong anywhere. He hung his head. "Lois, I shouldn't be here."
"Kal-El, we need to talk. I think we should, don't you?"
"Lois, you called me 'Kal-El.' You remember, don't you?" He had to know the truth.
Lois couldn't look at him. "It doesn't matter, not any more."
Kal-El came closer. "Of course, it matters."
It was way past time for apologies, but Clark couldn't think of anything else to say. "Lois, I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I'm sorry I left you. You do believe me, don't you?" He was pleading with her.
Lois stared at him, wondering how a simple apology could affect her so much. I knew what he was going to say, but I told myself I wouldn't forgive him, but I already have. I knew the exact moment when I had, when I looked into the face of my little boy and realized the truth.
Kal-El reached up to touch her arm. He heard the noise at the front door first, then he quickly walked to the other side of the room. I don't know what came over me. What was I thinking? This is just so wrong on so many levels. He felt ashamed of himself.
Just then, the front door opened and Richard and Jason entered the house. "Lois, Lois, are you here? I saw the news and I thought..." Richard didn't finish his sentence, as he stared at the scene before him. He suddenly felt his entire life with Lois flash before his eyes. Superman, his rival, was standing in his living room talking to his future wife.
"Mommy, Mommy, we saw you on television flying with Superman." Jason stopped dead in his tracks. It was Superman and he was standing in their living room. "Wow, you're here. Hello, Superman."
A/N: After watching the movie for like the millionth time, it irked me that he just flew off and left her laying there on the ground! I guess he had things to do. *lol* Ohh, I do like that their first encounters were private. It definitely ups the angst level just a little. *evil grin* Thanks for reading!