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Three Revealing Words

Clark breathed in deeply, trying to force himself to remain calm. This was it. His last chance. He had to do it today. Now or never. He repeated all these crappy inspirational phrases which were providing no sense of security for him right now in his mind, as he continued to breathe deeply. He was just going to walk over there, and spit it right out. Consequences were of no consequence. Just power through.

Lois spun around to come face to face with the superhero. Her son's father. He hovered there uncomfortably. "Superman," she breathed. "I'm glad to see you."

He smiled as he touched down and approached her on foot. "I am, too, Lois. I know we haven't had a chance to talk much lately-"

"Things have been busy with Richard leaving-"

"And with me being Superman and all-"

"Yeah," she finished, leading them back into silence. Finally, Lois spoke up. "Look Superman, what is it you wanted to talk about here at the Planet? It's kind of. . . risky, don't you think?"

He shook his head. "I was here." Lois snapped her head up to look at him intensely. At her look, he clarified. "Around, you know. People always know you get your interviews somehow, don't they? What makes more sense than the roof?"

"Superman, I feel like you're avoiding the issue. Is there something bothering you?"

Clark paused a moment, turning away to face the edge of the roof, looking over the edge briefly. "I wish you wouldn't call me that," he spoke quietly, though loud enough for her to hear. "I don't deserve it, you know. It's not even my real name."

Lois felt confused. "Call you what? Superman? How do you not deserve that name? What about you is not super? You're a wonderful person." He grunted a response, to which Lois approached him and wrapped her arms around him in a hug from behind. He shut his eyes briefly, relishing her embrace, and then feeling guilty for doing so. Suddenly the weight of what he just said struck Lois. It's not WHAT? "Wait, what do you mean that's not your real name?"

Clark groaned silently to himself as she pulled away from him, turning him around so that he could look her in the eyes when he finally told her the truth. "I have another name. A real name. Two, actually."

"Two?" she echoed in a whisper, drawing away from him slightly. "What are you saying? You've got a pseudonym for every day of the week? Do you also have kids in countries across the world- a wife sitting at home waiting for you somewhere, and I was just some sort of fling? And here I thought I was something special, that maybe we could work something out. Wow. Some idiot I turned out to be."

Clark cut in before she could turn this conversation entirely around with her babble- before he even had a chance to explain himself to her. "Lois, you know that's not true. There's no one else for me- never has been. It's just. . . I haven't exactly told you everything about me. You still know me."

"How can I? You've just told me you're an entirely different person!"

"You still know me," he repeated with a different tone in his voice, hoping she'd connect the dots for him.

"No, I don't obviously! You're telling me that you're not just the superhero in blue tights but some other random guy whom I've never met and who could lead a completely different life from what I expected? How could you expect me to know you?"

"I didn't tell you who I was yet."

With that Lois shut her mouth. There was an audible click as she did so- and Clark took it as a cue to go on. "When I said I have two other names, you didn't let me finish. I don't have a third personality that I go around and masquerade as-"

"But you have a second?" Her voice was incredulous, accusatory.

"I'm getting to that. My point is, when I say I have two or three names, I'm really only one or two people." At the look of complete confusion on her face, he sighed and continued. "I was born on Krypton. Being from there, I naturally have a Kryptonian name. Which is Kal'El, by the way." Lois visibly relaxed. If that was all he meant by a second identity, then what was he so concerned about?

Clark suddenly acted on impulse and kissed her, full-on on the lips. Lois straightened in surprise, before relaxing into his arms and embracing him just as fully. But just as suddenly he jerked away and walked back towards the edge of the building, running a hand through his hair anxiously. Lois felt more confused than ever before.

"You're going to hate me for this," he muttered, shutting his lids lightly.

"Maybe if you'd tell me the truth for once, I would come to accept it. What, you actually have a wife and three kids in Paris or something? If you do, I swear to god, you'd better tell me, or you can bet that faster than a speeding bullet, I'll shove some kryptonite up your-"

"No, Lois. It's. . . well, I'm afraid in your opinion anyways it's much worse." She tapped her foot impatiently at him. He sighed, slumped over a bit, making himself look about two inches shorter, and carried himself differently. His voice went up an octave in pitch as he spoke. "Lois, I've told you I'm always around too many times to count. It's not just a metaphor. It's. . . well, it's literal. . . I guess what I'm trying to say is that. . . this is kind of backwards for me- normally I go through the whole "I'm Superman" routine, but since I'm already. . . yeah, well, here it goes. . . . Lois," he looked her straight in the eyes, her deep hazel eyes, and took a deep breath, knowing these three little words would turn both their worlds upside down. Forever.

"I'm Clark Kent."