Oh I just read that one, it's Gossip by Shayne Terry.

Try this

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Yawning, Clark filled his coffee-machine. It was going to
be another long day, right on top of last night's stakeout,
and Lois was due over at his place shortly to drop off
their completed story so that he could look it over before
they took it in to Perry. This was one they *didn't* want
anywhere around the newsroom before Perry had it safely
sent for printing. Knowing Lois, she would expect him to
read the story on the spot - well, he could, of course, but
she didn't know that! - and she would stay until he'd
okayed it. Hence the coffee, made precisely to Lois's
exacting specifications.

Not that he would ever object to Lois's company, of course.
If only they were able to find some time together when they
weren't on assignment! He had finally managed to work up
the courage to ask her for a date, and she had actually
said yes - but that had been well over a week ago now. What
should have been their first date had been cancelled when
an assignment had come up, and since then there had been no
opportunity to reschedule.

He half-suspected that Lois was secretly relieved at that
fact, and if he was honest with himself, there was a part
of him which was also a tiny bit relieved. He loved Lois,
of course, and he wanted nothing more than to have her as
his girlfriend... his wife, even, if she would have him.
But at the moment they were best friends, and after a long
time and a lot of hard work he had her trust. If they
dated, became romantically involved, and it all went pear-
shaped, what would happen to their friendship?

But he had already faced that question, he reminded
himself. He had been over and over that in his mind before
asking her out in the first place. And she had also
considered that same point, he was well aware. She'd even
brought it up with him in conversation, while she was
wondering whether or not their dating was a good idea.

The same issue had been very much in the back of both their
minds on their 'almost first date'; there had been that
very awkward moment when she had fallen on top of him on
the couch. They had ended up staring into each other's
eyes, and he had ached to kiss her. Yet something had held
him back, and there had been something in her eyes which
suggested that she had also been torn. They had both known,
instinctively, that one kiss then could plunge them over a
precipice into the complete unknown. They had, together but
independently, retreated to the security of their
friendship, preferring the comfortable and familiar over
the uncertainty of what lay beyond it.

And for Clark there was more to that unknown than Lois
could know. There was the question of his secret identity
to deal with. If he and Lois became romantically involved,
he would have to tell her the truth about Superman. And
that was something about which he had an enormous sense of
mixed feelings.

It wasn't a question of trust; never that. He trusted Lois
implicitly by this point. She'd proven over and over that
she wouldn't betray Superman and that she considered her
loyalty to him more important than getting a story. She
hadn't reported the existence of Kryptonite, nor had she
printed the fact that his powers could be transferred.
She'd even stopped Jimmy photographing Superman being
defeated by Metallo.

No, it wasn't trust. It was something far less important,
and about which Clark felt ashamed. Because of that, he
preferred not to think about it. The real reason he was
reluctant to tell Lois his secret was because he was afraid
of what her reaction would be - particularly whether she'd
want him because he was Superman, and not because he was
Clark.

Not something to be proud of, he told himself. After all,
they were best friends and almost dating. He should have
more faith in her than that. But still...

Pouring himself a much-needed cup of coffee, he was about
to raise the drink to his lips when he suddenly became
aware of *something.* Not quite a sound, not quite a
movement... just some instinct telling him that there was
*something* outside. On his balcony...

With a burst of very silent Super-speed, in under a second
he was standing at the door to the balcony, his glasses in
his hand as he gazed through the closed door using X-ray
vision. What he saw made him almost keel over in shock; the
next second, he was pinching himself to ensure that he was
awake.

Superman was landing on his balcony.

I think, therefore, I get bananas.

When in doubt, think about time travel conundrums. You'll confuse yourself so you can forget what you were in doubt about.

What's the difference between ignorance, apathy, and ambivalence?
I don't know and I don't care one way or the other.