Clark stepped off the elevator and lumbered to his desk. It had been an awkward morning, since the world has been at peace, he'd been sleeping more than ever lately. Yet today, he felt weary, and unsettled.

"You alright Clark?" Lois asked, sitting on his desk next to him. "You look like you've just been in a fight."

"I do?"

"Yeah. You look exhausted man. Is it Diana? Did you two break up or something?"

"No. Why would you think that?"

"Well, you walked in here looking like a sad sack, when usually you're happy as a lark. You know if you did break up, you can tell me."

"I didn't break up, but I'll keep that in mind." Clark said dryly. "So any progress with your... situation?"

Lois figured he was talking about her desire to become a mother. "Nope, and I still don't know what to do."

"You could get drunk and see what happens." Clark joked.

"I'm no bar skank, that won't be happening. I'm going to find someone, someone who's just right. I'm going through my old yearbooks, and then checking people out online. Maybe somebody I went to school with could help me out."

"You sure you want to go with somebody you know? That makes you look really desperate."

"Why would that make a difference to someone I don't know? I don't care how I look. I want what I want, and I'm going to get it."

"Ok serious question, it's been bothering me for a while now. I've just got to know. That first day when you told me about this new endeavor, were you going to ask me to uh, do the deed?"

Lois frowned, and then she huffed. "No, you were in a committed relationship. I would never ask you to do anything that would get in the way of that. However if you must know, had things been different, you may have been high on the list. But your being adopted gave me cause for concern."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you don't know what type of traits you have, are you likely to lose your hair, or have any sort of genetic disorder, or be a carrier for anything like that? A girl needs to know these things."

Clark laughed. "It's never simple with you, you know that?"

"This isn't a simple matter Clark, this is real." Lois asserted, then headed back to her desk.


Selina clearly wasn't happy, but Bruce didn't think she was particularly angry either. She probably felt more used than anything. Bruce decided to break it off with her the morning after a hot and steamy night in the bedroom. As she silently gathered her clothes, even he kind of felt like a jerk for kicking her out now. He didn't even have the decency to give her the news over breakfast.

"You'll come back. You always do." Selena snapped before storming out.

Bruce didn't say anything, what could he say? For all he knows she might be right. Selina Kyle was like a drug, no matter what he did to try to kick the habit, he was always jonesing for another hit. She was bad for him, but he couldn't shake her hold from him, and in many ways he didn't want to. Who knows what the future holds, they may end up back together, they may not. But for now, Bruce was confident he made the right decision.


During his lunch break Clark tried to contact Diana. He sent a text and he called, but he got no response. Maybe he upset her more than he anticipated, because it wasn't like her to just flat out ignore him like that. He knew that even if she was on Themyscira she would be in communication range, as her cell phone doubled as her JL communicator and had a signal anywhere within several light years of the watchtower. His mind raced, thinking the worst, but he had to calm himself down. There's a reason for everything. She'll call back eventually, she just wants to do it on her own terms.


Diana paced back and forth in her rooms on Themyscira. She had been restless since last night. She couldn't sleep, she had spent several hours trying to no avail. Then she cleaned her room, getting rid of all the dust that had settled on her desk and her weapons. Now she was trying to wear a channel into the floor pacing back and forth. She was frustrated, her body was keyed up, but there was nothing to do. She knew exactly what she wanted, but was beginning to realize that she couldn't demand it, nor could she fully expect to just get what she wanted, how she wanted it. She had determined that she would just come out with it, and hope things would work in her favor. It wasn't an easy choice, or a safe one, but it seemed to be the only one she had.

Clark had tried to contact her several times, while she desperately wanted to talk to him, she didn't want to do it over the phone. She would do it in person, today. She just had to figure out what exact words she wanted to say. So far during her pacing, she hadn't come up with anything satisfactory. Just to blow off some steam she let off a loud scream of frustration. The scream felt good on her throat, but it didn't relieve her frustrations.

Donna had been mopey lately, Kara was gone, and while Diana spent more time on the island she was so often busy with teaching the Amazons how to use computers she didn't really have time to be a big sister like she used to be. She had spent a long time laying in bed feeling sorry for herself, until she heard something. Long, loud and piercing, the walls muffled the sound but Donna could have sworn to herself that it was someone screaming. She got out of bed and walked out to the balcony to look at the street below. Just a few women walking casually, no one seemed to be in pain or angry or anything such as that. Maybe she imagined it? Donna thought she was losing her wit until she heard an odd grunt sound coming from the balcony neighboring hers, Diana? Who knew she was even still here?

Diana was standing still with her hands balled into fists with her teeth clenched, when Donna floated into the room. She couldn't quite make out what sort of look was on her big sister's face, but she certainly did not look happy.

"Diana are you alright? I heard strange sounds coming from in here."

"I'm fine. Now go away!" Diana demanded.

"How long have you been here? I thought you would be giving lessons again."

"Did you not hear me? I told you to go away!" Diana snapped at her sister, and looked at her with battle in her eyes.

Donna never liked that look on her sister's face, but sometimes it was best to muscle through it. "I'm not going away until you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong, now go away, I'm busy."

"Okay, if you insist." Donna walked past Diana towards the door, placing Diana in between herself and the large open window. Sometimes Diana needed to vent her frustration, and Donna knew just what would do it. Unfortunately it came at her own expense.

Resolving herself to it, Donna charged Diana with everything she had. Ramming into her and flying her out the window and into a wide open grassy field. Donna slammed her sister into the ground, and picked herself up, ready for anything Diana could throw at her.

"Oh that was a mistake." Diana said coldly. Then she charged.

Diana threw a fist aimed at Donna's head that was blocked with her bracelets. Donna countered by by spinning around and slamming the bottom of her fist into Diana's ribs, Donna was rather shocked that she connected. It seemed like a careless move for Diana, if she'd had a dagger or something Diana would have been done for.

As the fight went on, Donna kept noticing Diana's guard wasn't tight like it always was. Donna was dominating, something she never did. Diana was infinitely more competitive than Donna was, losing was never an option, but today it seemed inevitable. Diana was out of breath, and she wasn't attacking. Donna put her sister on the ground by ramming her shoulder into Diana's chest, then stopped.

"Clearly there is something going on with you. Maybe you don't want to talk about it with me now, and I won't try to make you, but work it out sister" Donna said as she stood over Diana. Usually if something was bothering Diana, this was the best way to get it out of her, that had been the way they'd done things for years. Sometimes Donna felt her lot in life was to be her sister's whipping girl, but Diana always felt so much better after a good fight. And she always made sure to do something fun that would make Donna happy afterwards.

Today was different, Diana just laid on the ground in defeat, her clothes tattered, and grass stuck in her messy hair, with the same frustrated look on her face. Donna didn't like to see her sister like this, and had tried to get her to open up about what was bothering her. But she was unsuccessful, so she just began walking away.

"Donna." Diana looked up after her sister was about 20 paces away. "Thank you."

"You're always welcome sister."

Donna took off, leaving Diana alone laying in the grass. She was sweaty, and unkempt, she would got to the bathhouse soon, but first she just stared at the sky. She hadn't felt this flustered in months.

Not since the first day she told Clark she wanted a relationship.


Clark was finally going home, he attended a press conference with a city planner announcing plans for an old abandoned building in the entertainment district that was going to be renovated. After his initial write up he was allowed to go home.

Luckily for Clark, today went rather smoothly, nothing too heavy was going on in the office, because his mind was not focused on work in the least. He couldn't stop thinking about Diana, she just disappeared. While initially he was not surprised that she'd done so, he was surprised that she hadn't contacted him by now. Even if it was just to say she wanted to meet face to face.

He didn't know what to think, maybe it was about him, maybe there was a revolt on Themyscira, and Diana was protecting her mother from being overthrown. Who knows? As Clark approached his building he thought back to his mother's words. She told him not to let the things that made him unique stop him from revealing his feelings. He couldn't help but feel that she was completely off base with that statement, there were so many other reasons for him being the way he is. Not just his genetic nature, or his human teachings. His past experiences shaped him as much as anything else did.

Past experiences, suddenly it dawned on him what his real issue was. Something he thought he put to bed, but realized now that he really didn't. Knowing exactly what he had to do, he hurried up to his apartment, walking straight past the doorman and the security guard and stepping quickly into the elevator.

Once he got into his apartment, he picked up his old address book, and his landline phone, dialing a number.

"Hello, Lana? It's Clark."


Diana returned to her room with a fresh gown. She had spent the last half hour in the bath house cleaning up from her earlier fight with Donna. It was an interesting time, as Donna had sprinted through the marketplace shouting to the heavens that she'd finally defeated Diana in a fight.

It was common knowledge that Diana had previously been undefeated in battle since she was a small girl. Many of her sisters came into the bath house to confirm Donna's story. Many were amazed to learn that it was indeed true, and Donna had been the victor.

Being defeated by Donna was a humbling experience, it put her in another person's shoes and made her realize that Clark may be dealing with the same things she is, and just like her, he didn't know how to express himself. She knew that anything she did affected him, but up until now she hadn't grasped that enough to fully take him into account.

After she'd confirmed Donna's story with enough of her sisters, she was left alone. The bath gave her the opportunity to relax and consider her words to Clark, and she had come to a conclusion about what she was going to say to him. Now all she had to do was work up the nerve to confront him.


As Diana arrived at his apartment, Clark was in his closet changing his clothes. She walked into the bedroom and waited for him.

"I'll just be a second." He called.

"Ok."

A few minutes later Clark came out wearing a short sleeve white button up shirt, blue jeans and white tennis shoes. Diana herself was dressed in a white grecian dress that fell just above her knees. "Come fly with me?" Diana asked.

"Yes."

They flew high in the late afternoon sky. Letting the sun wash over them and relishing the feel of the wind moving against their bodies. It was reminiscent of an earlier time, when just as friends the would fly around the world countless times, for no other reason than to just do it. When they were together, they didn't have a care in the world. Diana finally took him by the hand and led him to Themyscira, there was someplace she wanted to show him.

They landed on a secluded beach on the coast, far from the city. It was a beautiful place, surrounded by trees, with a smooth beautiful landscape and pristine clay that was the exact color of Diana's skin. She held his hand and walked him to what appeared to be a specific spot on the ground, because when she stopped she spun around and took him by his other hand with smile on her face.

"Do you know what this place is?" She asked.

"No."

"I am standing on the exact spot where I was formed from the clay by my mother's hands."

"This is a beautiful place."

"Yes, I love it here, it makes me feel connected to everything I care for. This is the first spot that I looked into my mothers eyes, the first place I cried, the first place I breathed life. I don't remember those things, but without those events I would never be the woman I am today. But I want to make a new memory of this place, I want this to be the first place that I reveal to you that I love you. That I love you with all my heart and that I want you to be in my life always. You are the kindest, most humble, most loving man I could ever imagine. I could not see myself with anyone else if I tried, and i don't think i want to... So there you have it. I love you, and I want to be able to tell you I love you every single day."

Clark smiled, he couldn't have been happier to hear her say those words. It was a relief, he didn't know what she was thinking. He was so happy he couldn't even speak, he tried to say something back, but the words didn't come.

So he kissed her, he kissed her with all the feeling and emotion he had, hoping to capture some of her words so he could finally respond.

After the longest most passionate kiss they'd ever shared, he finally pulled away.

"And I love you." was his response. He never imagined that he'd ever see a happier look on Diana's face, he took in the beautiful sight and burned it into his brain, never allowing himself to forget it.

She knew it! She knew that's what it was, he just didn't know how to say it. It all made perfect sense now. Diana embraced him and nuzzled her cheek against his, then asked, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you love me?" She had an amused smirk on her face.

"Oh come on, do you really think I'm the kind of guy who just blurts all this stuff out?"

Diana laughed. "Not at all. I just want to know."

"Isn't it enough that I do? Can't I just lay you down and make mad passionate love to you?"

"Mmm, that does sound good." Diana put a finger to her cheek. "And you can do that, but first I want to hear it. Why do you love me?"

"Alright fine, I love you because... I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside I've got the month of May..."

"Clark! That's the Temptations and you know it. You're a writer, you have a way with words, use your own."

He took a deep breath, "I've never been good about revealing my feelings, it's just the way I am. My nature is to be cold and logical, cutting off all emotion, but my upbringing is to be loving and passionate and giving, but I've never known how to reveal that other than to just do it. I love you because I think you embody everything I could ever want in a woman. You're strong, you're beautiful, you're smart, being with you helps make me the man I want to be. I love you, I'm in love with you and I think I have been for quite some time now."

"Clark thank you for this. I understand that your feelings are something that you keep within you, and I'll respect that. I just always want to know that you're still in love with me."

"I may not say it, but I'll always show you."

"How?"

"Like this."

Clark pulled Diana close and kissed her passionately over and over. They just stood gazing at each other, seeing forever in each others eyes.

THE END


A/N: And there you have it. I hope you have enjoyed reading this story much I have enjoyed writing it. I can't thank all the readers and reviewers enough for your support and kind words throughout the course of this story. I wish you all the best. And just in case you're curious, there is indeed another Clark & Diana story in the works.