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I would like to thanks everybody who has read my first part and is still there, and particularly the ones who gaves me feedbacks. That was nice, because I was nervous about posting my first story, so it's great to know what you think about it.

I hope that you'll like the second part too.


A Special Relationship

from Part 1

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.


Part 2


Since that day, I thought about it more and more often. If Clark and Superman knew each other years before Superman put the suit to become a public figure, that means that Superman was hiding himself among us, among the humans. He had a secret identity, and Clark knew what it was.

I’ve more or less figured that far at the moment, but I couldn’t think of a way to discover what was his name. At the same time, I began to doubt about myself. I was making theory on other theory, with no proof whatsoever. What if I was wrong? So, I wanted to prove to myself that my guesses were true before to search who Superman really was, because if I was wrong, he was nobody else. Just Superman.

And to prove myself that Clark and Superman knew each other for years, I’ve decided to investigate Clark’s past. I couldn’t investigate Superman’s past, there was simply no way, so I’ve investigated Clarks.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Until I read all the articles he wrote while he was travelling all around the world. On a same page of an article written by Clark in New Zealand was another one about a miraculous landing of a plane. The private plane was about to crash, because the pilot made a heart attack. The plane landed perfectly, but there wasn’t anyone in the cockpit who piloted it.

That sounded to me as if Superman found it too hard to not saving people, even when he was in hiding. And obviously, Clark and he were in the same country at the same time. I wanted more evidence, so I’ve searched all his articles one more time, and I noted all the site and date Clark passed by. After that, I’ve searched in all theses places about miracles, strange rescues… Everything that could have been a bad situation but ended well without logic explanation.

And I found it every time. Everywhere Clark was, there was at the same moment at the same place stranges rescues. Many and many lives saved. I knew it without a doubt. Clark and Superman travelled together all these years.

And Superman came to Metropolis just few days after Clark. They were still together, and very much closer than I originally thought. Definitely very much closer than I thought. That was the next step in me building my ridiculous idea about Clark and Superman. Little by little, I fooled myself.

Anyway, since I had the proof I needed to be sure that they knew each other for a long time, I just had left to discover who Superman really was. And that’s when I made my biggest mistake. I’ve decided not to take my investigation further. I knew for a fact that they were friends, and very close ones, and I was hoped to become one day close enough to them. I hoped that some day, they would trust me enough to tell me everything themselves. And that never could be the case if I was investigating them, so I let it down.

At that moment, I didn’t want anymore to discover the truth by investigating myself. I wanted them to tell me because I was their friend. Lucy just moved to California and I was all alone. I guess I wanted to have a real friendship in my life. So I let down my investigation to become closer to them.

A few days after that, Superman was accused to be responsible for an heatwave. The justice forbid him to use his powers, and to be sure that he didn’t, the tribunal wanted a guarantor. Perry White made the Daily Planet guarantor for him, so Superman was under the watch of the paper. When Perry asked him where he’d live, I offered him to live in my apartment with me, but he chooses to live with Clark.

Of course, he is Clark, so he just chooses to stay at home. But at the time, I didn’t know that Superman and Clark were just one and the same, so I thought that was because of their friendship. One more proof.

What else could I think? I mean… except the truth? And you didn’t hear anything yet! I become even more stupid, soon, because that was the day I began to have that ridiculous theory of mine…

Superman decided that he’d live with Clark while Clark was absent. Of course! He can’t split himself. But when you don’t know there only one guy, you think that Superman must be very close to Clark to be so sure that Clark will agree.

I have to admit, I was kind of jealous of the relationship of Clark and Superman. They were such close friends! Or I thought. I really was jealous of Clark to be so close to Superman. I wanted to be as close as Superman as Clark seemed to be.

So I decided to go to Clark’s apartment to see Superman. I needed an excuse, so I made something to eat, and I brought it to them. That was Clark who opened the door, and when I asked him where Superman was, he hesitated a little and then he responded that Superman was into the shower.

Sure, now, I know that he hesitated because he had to think about a lie, and he didn’t like to lie, you know that. But then, I was just obsessed with the idea of Superman into the shower. I had such images into my mind that I wasn’t reasonable anymore. I couldn’t think of anything else than that, you know… Superman into the shower.

Well, anyway, in my mind, Superman into the shower was still… Superman. He still wore his suit. I imagined him without, too, but I don’t know… that just doesn’t seemed right, as if Superman without the suit wasn’t Superman anymore. In a sense, I wasn’t wrong, since Superman without the suit is Clark.

So, I asked Clark if Superman wore the suit or took it off when he takes a shower. I can’t believe I actually asked that, but I did. I was just so crazy about him that I had the guts of asking Clark.

When I asked him that, he looked kind of shocked. Of course he was. But he responded me anyway. He said that he didn’t know because he didn’t look. He was so embarrassed when he said so… In the firsts seconds, I thought that he was embarrassed because of my question, and it definitely was an embarrassing question, but then I thought what’s so embarrassing in my question if you really never looked?

I think you guessed what would be my conclusion? Yes, I was persuaded that Clark knew very well if Superman took off the suit to shower, and that the response was affirmative. If not, Clark wouldn’t probably have been so embarrassed.

I was so jealous! He was the Superman’s closest friend. Close enough to have seen him naked. Why him and not me? I was volunteering to be Superman’s best friend. That wasn’t a problem to me to be close enough to him to see him… hum… with little to wear. I definitely was jealous of Clark.

Jealous enough in fact to try to see Superman in the shower too. So I headed towards the bathroom. Clark panicked!

It’s funny to remember all the clues that I missed. Clark panicked because he didn’t wanted me too see that wasn’t anyone in the shower, but at the moment, the only thing I noticed was that Clark prevented me to see Superman naked with the excuse to preserve his dignity! So sad…

Anyway, shortly after that, the justice ordained to Superman to leave Metropolis, and Superman complied. The same day, Clark resigned to the Planet. He wanted to leave Metropolis, too. He said that he has a waiting job of editor in chief in Smallville, but I knew that wasn’t true.

When Clark told me he was leaving, I knew that was because Superman must have gone. The idea crossed my mind that they were even much closer than I thought yet, really inseparable. Not inseparable in the sense that he couldn’t split himself in two anyway. I hadn’t figured that much. That really was a surprise for me when Clark told me, and I’m sure you will understand why he did, after you’ll hear what comes next. But I repeat myself, please don’t laugh at me! If there really was two men, my deductions would have been kind of logic…

That night, I even told Clark that I wasn’t blind. That I knew he was leaving to be with Superman because he felt very close of him. I told something like that while I tried to convince him not to go. I failed. He decided to leave.

For an instant, I even imagined that Clark could be gay and in love with Superman, but I dismissed the idea quickly because he kissed me just before leaving. And when I remembered the way Clark looked at me the first day we worked together, I couldn’t seriously keep thinking that. It was obvious to me that Clark was attracted to me, so he definitely wasn’t gay. No, they were just close friends. Really, really very close friends.

I even saw Clark kissing another woman. One of the criminal we investigated together, Toni Taylor. I accused me to be jealous. You know what’s the worst part? He was right. But the conclusion was that I couldn’t keep thinking that he was gay. I felt ridiculous to even have thought it in the first place. It’s just, you know… he seemed so close to Superman that the idea crossed my mind.

Clark didn’t know I thought such a thing but I felt awful for more than a week to have had that idea.

But the next week, the entire newsroom was sprayed with pheromones and everybody fell in love with whom they were attracted to. I fell for Clark. But He didn’t fall for me, or for anyone else. He explained to me that was because he wasn’t attracted to me. In the beginning, I didn’t believe him, but then Superman himself was sprayed and he told me he loved me. So, if even a super-powered man wasn’t immune against the pheromone, the only explanation left was indeed that Clark wasn’t attracted to me.

He wasn’t attracted to anyone else while he was sprayed. And I had no choice to believe that Clark really had no attraction to me whatsoever. But that attraction I thought he had was the main reason why I dismissed the idea that he could be gay. So that idea came back to my mind. Maybe he was gay.

The day after that entire pheromone story ended, Cat learned that I was totally love-crazy for Clark while I was sprayed. She hadn’t missed one opportunity to mock me about that. But after few hours, she became serious and asked me how Clark was in bed.

That was a real shock for me. Since he was hired at the planet, Cat said to anyone that she had have sex with Clark. He denied it, but nobody believed him. Not even me. But then, I knew that he said the truth, that he never slept with Cat. If not, she wouldn’t have asked me how he was in bed.

So, all the reasons I had to doubt my gay theory were crashing. He wasn’t attracted to me, he never slept with Cat, and he probably kissed Toni Taylor just for the diversion, like he claimed.

I was thinking more and more that Clark was gay, and in love with Superman. And that Superman probably didn’t know it, and thought of Clark only like his old best friend while Clark was fantasizing about me as much as I did. Lucky me that Superman was heterosexual; after all, he was affected by the pheromone, and I was the one he told he loved.

Though about Clark’s sexuality preferences I still wasn’t very sure. I needed more convincing to be definitely persuaded that he really was gay. Somehow, I didn’t like the idea.

I had to be sure if Clark was gay or not. Somehow, that idea helped me to become closer to Clark.

I could begin to flirt a little with him. I guess the idea that he could be gay helped me to forget my inhibitions. You’re less on the defensive when you think you’re not in danger. And I think too that maybe I liked the idea that he could begin to be attracted to me while we were slightly flirting. It’s flattering when a gay guy finds you attractive, because normally he must not.

I don’t really know what my reasons were, how that happened, or why, but I began to relax enough near Clark to become closer to him, and have a light flirt with him, while I suspected that he was gay.

And, I don’t remember exactly, something like two or three weeks after the pheromone story, we had to live together in the Honeymoon Suite of the Lexor for an investigation. At first, I disliked the idea because maybe he wasn’t gay! And if he wasn’t, then he was a normal guy with so much more testosterone and naturally unable to restrain themselves when they were face to a girl.

That was the way I pictured men, because of some disastrous experiences that I had before Clark. So dislike the idea of sharing the same room with a guy was a normal reaction, and I was totally prepared to made him regret any wrong moves in my direction in case he intended something.

But that was Clark. A gentleman. He didn’t try anything. Of course not. And I relaxed quickly at the idea of living with him for a few days, even if sharing space like that was still distressing for someone who never did it before.

Actually, I even relaxed enough to flirt a little with him. And in the first evening, when we had to make our sleeping arrangement, he suggested that we could share the bed. He said that was a big bed, big enough for two.

I was confident that he wasn’t serious, that he was just teasing me, so I called his bluff. I accepted to share the bed. I thought that if I was wrong, I still could tell that my response was a joke, that there was no way that we could sleep together. And if I was right, I will finally know for sure that my partner was gay. After all, no normal guy in the world proposes to a girl to share the same bed and change his mind when she agrees.

But Clark definitely isn’t a normal guy. When I agreed to his proposition to share the bed, he told me he was just joking, and that he will sleep on the couch. And he did. After that, I never doubted anymore that he was indeed gay. Not until he told me the truth.

Some days later, a meteor was threatening to crash on Earth. Superman was the last hope of the world. He broke the meteor, and disappeared without a trace. Nobody knew what happened to him, and the world was still in danger.

He just had amnesia. Clark didn’t remember a thing, not even to be Superman, and I didn’t knew it yet, so I couldn’t tell him. But he asked me to tell him everything I knew about the hero, and then he remembered.

He told me later that Superman was the first memory that came back to him. After that, how could I doubt that he was really and deeply in love with him? At that point, I took it for granted yet that Clark and I were both in love with the same man.

But at the moment, Clark’s love life wasn’t what perturbed me most. I was so much more interested by Superman’s love life. And I began to have strangest ideas about that as well.

Until the Nightfall Meteor crisis, I was persuaded that Superman was heterosexual because he told me he loved me when he was under the pheromone’s influence, and he kissed me. And I knew he wanted me, I could feel his desire, and so I had no doubt.

Of course, he was under the pheromone’s influence, so he was kind of drugged, but the pheromone only made you desire what you’re attracted to yet, so I still had hope that maybe, one day, Superman will act on his feelings for me.

But just before he fly off to intercept Nightfall, the meteor, I kissed him. And what was perturbing me was that, even if he didn’t push me away, he didn’t kiss me back either, as if he didn’t feel no attraction to me whatsoever.

I began to doubt that Superman was indeed attracted to me. I began to doubt that he was turned on by me when he kissed me after the pheromone incident. I began to think that I had imagined all that. I wasn’t thinking that he could be gay, like Clark, but I began to think that he wasn’t interested in me.

I was pretty upset by that idea, so I tried to console myself with the thoughts that maybe he didn’t respond to my kiss before he go to intercept Nightfall because there was journalists from all around the world all around us, with cameras and videorecorders. Kissing him in front of the whole world wasn’t my best idea.

Of course, now, I know that was why he didn’t respond to my kiss. But at the time, even if the thought crossed my mind, I didn’t really believe it. I really thoughts that Superman wasn’t interested in me. And that he probably have someone else in mind.


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