That's the first time I ever post a fanfic I wrote. And I'm sorry for all the english mistake I made.
I'm french, and I've never learned english in school (I've learned it all by myself). I've tried to eliminate most of my errors with Word program and with dictionaries, but I'm really sorry if there's still tipoes or problems with Verb tense, or anything like that. I don't have a beta reader, so if you want to point to me the mistakes I've made (in your feedbacks, or by mail), I will be very grateful.
I would like to thanks Kaethel
because she's the one to give me the advice to start posting fanfic with a short one, and not with the long one I'm writing. That was a good advice. That helped me to feel a little better with the writing in a foreign language.
That story has 3 parts. I will post part 2 tomorrow, and part 3 sunday. I made the trailer for it yet. You can see it here:
http://www.lcficmbs.com/ubb/ultimatebb.php?ubb=get_topic;f=13;t=000399
I hope you'll like my story. Don't hesitate to give me feedbacks, I love them.
A SPECIAL RELATIONSHIP
Part 1
It was Saturday morning, really early, when John flew out the window of his apartment and headed towards Metropolis. It was at least one hour before sunrise. With his dark clothes, he won't be seen.
For once, he would have liked to stay in Boston. He loved his parents, very much; and he liked spending all his weekend with them in the family house in Metropolis; but for once, he would have liked much more to stay in Boston, in his tiny student apartment.
The apartment where Jennifer was still asleep, in his bed. She was the smartest and beatifulest woman he never seen. She was student in Harvard, like him, and they assist the same classes for almost one year and half, and never before that week, he realised she felt the same for him that she felt for her at first sight.
He never really believed his father when he told him that he fell helplessly in love with his mother at the very first second he saw her, while he tried to convince the editor in chief of the Daily Planet to hire him. He never really believed that was possible, until the day he met Jennifer.
He never really understood either how frustrating that was for his father to be only friend with his mother for almost two years, while his mother was so deeply in love with him anyway. Only... with him in blue tights. No, he never really understood that... until the day he met Jennifer.
Yes, that was definitely very frustrating to be just her good old friend and see her totally hero-worshipping Superboy. He understands how his father must have been feeling very well now.
And he never really believed his father's advice would work, so he hadn't even tried, before this week. How dumb can he be! With the years, he surely would have learned by now: his father's always right! And when his mother give him the same advice, that means it's a good advice. Now, he knew they were right, again. He won't forget another time.
His parents told him, that they probably be still just friends if his father didn't asked his mother out on a date one day. That had worked for them 25 years earlier, and that had worked for him this week. Finally, it's not that difficult to go out on a date with the woman you love, you just have to ask her. Why had he ever though that could work without him asking?
Well, he finally asked, and she said yes. That was the most wonderful night of his life. Jennifer was out with him, as John Kent, and she hadn't even said a word about Superboy. The date gone so well, that he funds the strength to ask her out a second time. And she said yes again. That was even better.
And before the end of the evening, he confessed his feelings, and she returned them.
He was so happy. They spent all the night talking and kissing, sitting on his bed, until she falls asleep. That was the night just before, and she was still asleep when he go out.
He wasn't worried that she might be mad to wake up alone. He told her that he have to take a very early flight to go see his parents in Metropolis for the week end, and he let a card for her on the nightstand, with a rose, to tell her again that he loved her and didn’t wanted to wake her, and that he was sorry to have to go in Metropolis, but that he was impatient to be Monday to see her again.
The only thing that worried him was that, now that they were a couple, he will have to tell her, soon, that he was Superboy. He just can't go on lying to her. That will be unfair. But he really doesn’t have any idea how to tell her. Maybe he had to ask his father how he tells his mother. He did it, so he must know how to face that situation, and he will never made the mistake of doubting of what his father will tell him again.
When he landed on the balcony of the family house, it was still night, and everything was silent in the house. His parents must still be asleep. A little tired himself, he go to his room sleep a few hours before the breakfast with his folks, when he will ask his father how to tell Jennifer the family secret.
Jennifer was very alike his mother, the same stubbornness, the same passion for the chocolate, the same competitive mind... and his father definitely knew how to handle that. He really needed his advice on the subject.
The smell of coffee wakes him up a few hours later. He goes to the kitchen where his father was probably making coffee for his mother, like always, but he wasn't. There was only her mother in the kitchen.
"Hi, mom."
"Good morning. You came very late last night. Everything's okay, John?"
"Hm, yeah. Everything's very okay," he replied with a grin.
Lois waited a few seconds for his son to continue to talk, but he remained silent, grinning. Her curiosity was killing her; she wasn't reporter for nothing. And she had the strange feeling that John knew exactly that she was dying of curiosity and remained silent on purpose.
"So, what's so good, today? To be home again?"
"Yeah, that too. I like to be here with you both. Actually, where's dad? I would like to talk to him about something."
Yes, she was right. He did this on purpose to tease her a little, the way he often do, just like his father. She hated to be teased that way. No, to be honest, she loved that a much, but that was just unfair. She was way too much curious for her own good, and the two guys of her life knew her way too much. And they were always conspiring against her, teasing her.
"Superman was needed. You know you can talk to me about it too. What’s wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Everything's just perfect."
"Okay, that's killing me! Please don't let me guess, tell me..."
Lois was hoping that the begging note she put on her voice would be enough to convince his son to talk. With his husband, that's always work, but his son seemed to be immune against her pleas. He always talked more easily with Clark than with her. She was glad that they have such a good father-son relationship, but she couldn't help to feel a little jealous when her son was so obviously unease at the idea of sharing his thoughts with her.
"Mom... Actually, it's kind of a... man-to-man conversation I want with dad. And you're not exactly... you know."
"Sure, I'm not a man, but there's something you have to understand. A man-to-man conversation is a conversation about girls. And if you want advice about girls, you have to ask a girl, not a man."
While his son was thinking about what she just said, she decided to push a little more on the subject.
"So, how's Jennifer?" she asked almost innocently.
John blushed, and Lois knew that she was right. That man-to-man conversation will be about a girl. She smiled. John was so like his father, a good-looking super-powered man, but very shy and unsure of himself face to the girls. Finally, he speaks.
"Okay, mom. You won. I've asked Jennifer out this week. And she agreed."
"Oh John, that's great news! So... you're dating?"
"Yeah, and yesterday, I tell her I was in love with her, and she said she loved me too."
"Oh, I'm so happy for you. I LIKE this girl. Why do you wanted to share this news only with your father?"
"Well, no. I wanted to tell you too. What I wanted to discuss with dad was... how he tell you he was Superman. I mean, when you finally give up your fantasies about his persona and told him you loved him, how he told you he was Superman without you to be mad at him?"
"Err... Actually, he told me something like 8 months before we started dating. In fact, I never had to give up my fantasies about Superman. I just learned to love him for him."
"You're kidding me? Why he told you, then?"
"He told me because he was too much embarrassed about something I said to him. I guess it was easier to him to confess than to let me think that... err... Oh my god, it's just so embarrassing! I was so stupid."
"Mom, now it's you who's killing me, not talking, like that… Tell me, please."
"Okay, I'll tell you. Just... don't laugh at me. Don't mock me."
"I will never do that, mom. You know I won't."
"Well, I had an idea so ridiculous that you might want to laugh. Just... don't, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay. Here's the story of the most ridiculous idea that ever goes by the mind of Lois Lane. You're warned."
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I don't really know when that stupid idea came to my mind, but I had thought that was real for a long time, before Clark tells me I was wrong, before he tells me the truth. I guess it didn't come to my mind at one precise moment. That was progressive. I've compiled the clues and imagined it step by step. So I guess I have to tell you everything from the beginning, so you'll understand how I could think such a thing and why Clark told me his secret when I was still hero-worshipping Superman and thinking of him only like a friend. And maybe you won't laugh at me.
So here I go. Everything from the beginning.
The first time I've met Clark, I didn't even look at him. For me he was just a hack that was hoping to work in the planet. I remember almost nothing from this first encounter. He didn't matter to me, but he dared to write an article that Perry gave me in the first place to impress him and have the job. Okay, I refused to write that story. Too touchy feely for me, but he still write a story of mine, so I disliked him right away. I was very competitive at the time. The first day he worked at the planet, Perry told me to work with him on my story. I didn't wanted at first. I really disliked him, because he was an handsome male that took a story of mine and write it well, just like another bastard I knew before him, so I though he was like that too. I was wrong, of course. Clark is a good guy. And when I've acted like a total bitch with him, he wasn't even afraid of me. That was very irritating. My nickname wasn't Mad Dog Lane for nothing!
So, I really disliked him. But... the main reason I disliked him so much, it's because I was attracting to him, and I didn't wanted to. I didn't want to give him a chance to hurt me. But the first time I've met Superman, that was another story. I was still very attracted to him, and that wasn't annoying me because he wasn't a hack from Nowheresville, he was an alien from another planet. I know that can seem shallow, and maybe it was. At least, at first. Then, I learned to know him, both as Clark Kent and Superman, and I loved him, really.
For Clark, that was just friendship. I didn't allowed myself to feel more than that for him because he was my colleague, the only partner I've ever been able to work with, and I didn't wanted to lose that. He was my only friend, too, and I didn't wanted to be alone again, just as I was before I met him, if that wasn't working between us.
Loving him as Superman was much safer.
I was the first reporter that encountered Superman. And when we first met, he flied me back into the newsroom of the planet. So a few days later, when Trask, a madman who tracked UFOs and aliens for the military, wanted to find him and kill him, he came to the newsroom. He was thinking that I knew how to contact Superman, so he wanted me to say it to him.
He forced Clark and me to respond his questions about Superman with a lie detector. I guess that's here, the very first step that made me think later that, maybe, Superman and Clark were... no, I'll tell you later what my idea was. If I tell you now, you will laugh at me to death, that's for sure. I prefer to explain how I could think that before.
Okay, so when Trask asked us to answer his question with the lie detector, we refused, at first. But we didn't have much choice, so I agreed, and Clark became very nervous, as if he had something to hide about Superman. Of course, he had. He was Superman and he didn't want that madman to know it. It was so obvious he was hiding something that Perry asked him if he knew something he hadn't told us. He lied, said that he knew nothing more than we did, but I knew that was a lie.
At the precise moment, I knew that my partner knew something about Superman that I didn't. And I was very decided to discover what was that.
Maybe I was jealous. At the time, I wasn't able to see him like someone who was from the same team than I. He was just a competitor. It wasn't important that he worked for the planet or another paper, he was a competitor. I wanted to be better than anyone else in the profession. He was also reporter, so he was a competitor. Perry was right. I really wasn't a team player.
But maybe I would have been less curious about the secret of Clark if it wasn't about Superman. Well, anyway, I wanted to know what Clark knew. I couldn't stand the idea that he knew more than I do.
Trask though that one of us knew how to contact Superman. And I was sure of one thing: it wasn't me. So, if Trask was right, Clark knew a way to contact him. That idea was in my mind, yet, but I wasn't sure if it was right or not. So I decided to put more attention to Clark and Superman, and see if they have a direct link to communicate. I wanted to be sure that my "competitor" knew more than I did.
When Trask pushed me out of a plane, I screamed, and I even tried to contact Superman by telepathy. And Superman saved me. I believed that he really had read my mind, and that that was what Clark knew about him, but he said that he just heard me. But apparently, Clark did nothing to contact him, so maybe Trask and I was wrong, and he really didn't knew how to do.
I wasn't sure anymore that Clark knew more about Superman than anyone else. So, few days later, when Perry decided that Superman wasn't my story anymore, and that all the employees of the Planet had the mission of find him, I refused to believe Clark when he said to me that he knew how to do. How fool I was! He literally told me he had the inside track to find him, and I didn't believed him...
But he was still a competitor, so I wanted to find Superman before Clark did. I was so obsessed by that idea that I did things really bad. I'm still ashamed of myself when I think about it. He really made me crazy. Yes, crazy is the word. I definitely was crazy about Superman. Well, anyway, I made things that I'm not proud of, and Clark decided I needed a little lesson.
He ridiculed me and he wrote the story. I should have been furious, but I wasn't. I knew I deserved it. And for the first time in my life, I've apologised. It's the day I began to respect him. At first, I was so surprised a freshman reporter succeed to take a scoop away from me, I hadn't immediately though about what that could mean. But later, at home, I though about it and I came to the conclusions that since Clark was the only one to have the scoop about Superman, it's because he really was in touch with him. I believed again at the theory of Clark knowing a way to contact Superman.
I still wasn't very sure, but I had a strong feeling that that was true. And I was still more convinced when Trask tried again to kill Superman, this time with a rock he found in Smallville, the town from where Clark was.
Trask was thinking that, since the meteorite was found in Smallville, that was probably here where Superman landed on Earth. And when I heard that theory, I knew it was right. I can’t explain it, but I knew it was right that Superman landed in Smallville. That makes sense. And that explained why Clark and Superman were so close: they knew each other since the time Clark was still living in Smallville. That means that Superman was on Earth for so much more longer than anyone ever guessed. But I knew by instinct that was true too. Superman was so accustomed to the Earth culture it was logic to think that he was here for some time.
Trask had exactly the same guess as I do. First, he thought like me that Clark and Superman were friends since childhood, but later he came to the conclusion that they were one and the same. I don’t know how he discovered that. He was right, of course, but I though he was crazy. I’ve told you I was stupid! The truth was right before me, and I didn’t see it. I’ve even elaborated some stupid idea to explain the thing differently…
Well, anyway, Trask died. And while we came back to Metropolis I thought a long time about all I’ve learned, I mean… all I’ve guessed during that first trip to Smallville. Superman didn’t come on Earth just two or three months sooner, but probably years before that, since Clark and he knew each other in Smallville and Clark leaved after college and travelled anywhere on the world for four or five years. And I didn’t have any idea for how long they knew each other before that. Maybe since childhood.
And that makes me think for a while. Why Superman didn’t make himself known of the world sooner if he was here yet?
That was the day after, when we were back at the planet and I was written the article about Trask death that I understood why. Or at least, that I imagined a possible reason for Superman to hide himself. In my mind, that couldn’t be because he was afraid that the government would have tried to kill him and made experiences with him; that would have been the truth, and I was wrong all along. No. I though that he hide himself because he didn’t want people to attack his friends the way Trask attacked Clark to have him.
In my mind, Clark and Superman didn’t tell the truth about their friendship, because that would have been dangerous for Clark if someone knew. And when Trask almost killed Clark, I realised that I liked him, and that I would have been desperate if he’d die. So I decided to never say to anyone what I suspected about Clark and Superman being so much more closer than anyone thought. Not even to Clark or Superman. I decided, for Clark’s sake, to keep the secret.
But I still wanted to know. What can I say? I’m not reporter for nothing. I am curious.
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tbc...
