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Here's the last part of my story. That part is a little longer that the two others.

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A Special Relationship

from part 2

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.


Part 3


For a whole month, I didn’t really think about Clark and his sexual preferences even so that was a subject that was upsetting me for a reason I refused to think about. I guess I loved him yet, but I was still in denial. But for a month, I didn’t think about it. I was too busy hiding my sorrow at the idea that Superman wasn’t finding me as attractive as I was finding him.

So, I didn’t think about Clark’s sexual preferences at all until something happen that made me think about it so much more than before.

Clark’s apartment was burglarised. We found the burglar, Jack, and Clark could have back his things. He said that he gets back everything that was taken, but he was so strange I knew he was lying. I knew that something was still missing, and that that was something that mattered to him.

But obviously, he didn’t want to tell me what that was. He didn’t even want me to know that something was missing; if not, he wouldn’t have lied to me. But I, I wanted to help him, and how could I do that if I didn’t even had a clue about what was missing?

So, I’ve concluded that I had to discover what was that he was hiding to have at least a clue about what was still missing. And the locks of his apartment were still weak after the burglary. He didn’t replace them yet. I took opportunity of it, and I’ve searched his apartment for clues while he wasn’t there.

That day, I had a great chock. And it was the day I definitely build that ridiculous idea of mine that would conduct Clark to tell me his secret. Oh my god, how stupid I was!

Well, I was saying that I went searching Clark’s apartment for clues. I found some… First, I found pictures of the Clark’s things that were taken. And on the pictures, we could see a globe from which came out an hologram of an old man with a S on his chest. Obviously, I discovered the still-missing object, and he wasn’t Clarks; he belonged to Superman.

But I found some others interesting stuff. I found a secret compartment in his wardrobe where Superman’s suits were tidied. That’s what gives me a chock.

How could I explain to myself that Superman’s suits as well as his personal belongings like the globe were in Clark’s apartment, except for the obvious solution “Clark is Superman”? And that solution was definitely too obvious for me to even contemplate the idea. I came to the conclusion that Clark’s apartment was in reality Clark and Superman’s apartment, that they were both living here.

For a minute or so, I thought that they were so close friends that they’ve decided to live together, to be roommate. After all, Superman didn’t have a paycheck for his rescues, but needed nonetheless a place to live. So why not live with his dear friend since childhood?

But I didn’t believe it more than one little minute. Probably because when I figured that, I was in Clark’s bedroom. The only one bedroom of the apartment. And just in front of me, there was the bed. A big bed. A bed for two people.

The idea struck me almost immediately that Clark and Superman weren’t just “roommates”. They were really living together, sharing everything, even the bed. In my mind, there was no doubt anymore. They were a gay couple.

That was that, my ridiculous idea. You didn’t laugh; I guess I succeed to make you understand why I could think such a thing.

Anyway, since I began to imagine them being a gay couple, I though again about all I’ve figured before about Clark and Superman’s past. They were together while they were travelling all around the world. They were together in Smallville yet. So they weren’t just a recent couple. They were probably together for years.

I figured that was why they never settled anywhere for more than a few months during their travelling. Superman did rescues yet, and they didn’t wanted to be discovered. I even had the idea that the gay relationship they have was the reason why Clark leave Smallville in the first place. It’s hard to hide something like this in a tiny town.

And I realised that they could only settle in Metropolis because Superman became a public figure. And they choose to do it in the anonymity of the big city.

The things were obviously very serious between them.

I know how ridiculous is all that, but I really believed it to be true and I’ve cried for hours in my room after that. I remembered every moment I spend with Superman since I met him, and everything just seemed different now that I knew that he was Clark’s boyfriend. Or now that I thought he was Clark’s boyfriend.

All the exclusives that Superman gave to Clark instead of me sounded to me like declaration of love. All the time I thought Superman was interested in me became time when he was just friendly with his boyfriend’s partner…

I remembered once that Superman was in Clark’s apartment one morning when I wake up after sleeping on the couch to watch over a man who invented an invisibility suit. I didn’t think about it at the time, but it was as if he was on his own home. He responded to the phone when he rang without an hesitation.

The time when he choose to live on Clark’s apartment without even asked him first when he was suspected to be the cause of the heat wave. The way Clark reddened when I asked him if Superman took off his suit to shower. I knew he was lying when he told me he didn’t look, but somehow, that sounded differently when you think about them as a gay couple who hide their relationship.

I remembered too the first time I go to Smallville, when Trask found Kryptonite there. I made a joke about Clark’s father to be a cross dresser. Clark found my idea very funny. I though that was because I said it about his father without knowing that was his father. But maybe that was because I said that to a gay without knowing it.

Anyway, when I stopped crying, grieving my fantasies of a love story between Superman and me, I decided that if they didn’t want their special relationship or their sexual preferences to be known, then I will respect their privacy from now on. I will never say a word to Clark or Superman to let them know that I knew. I will never try again to know what what’s going on in their lives.

I’ve decided to be the good friend I should have been long ago, to stop mourning and being selfish, and try to be happy for them. They were both my friends, and they found love. Both of them deserved to be happy, and since they were still together after many years, I just could think that they were truly happily in love.

So I keep acting as if I didn’t knew a thing about their relationship, and being just their friend.

But for some time now, the Daily Planet knew serious problems of concurrence with the Metropolis Star. And the paper had financial problems. Clark suspected that the new owner of the Star planned “accidents” so his paper could have exclusives. So he postulates to work for the Star.

It was an undercover assignment for the Planet, but I didn’t know it. I believed that he really resigned from the Daily Planet, because it had financial problems, to go to his concurrency.

I was furious. And jealous as well, I have to say. At the Star, he had a new partner who was my former best friend, when I was in college. Linda King. We weren’t friends anymore because once she stole my boyfriend. I’ve never forgiven her for that. And then she stole my partner. I really was jealous.

Clark was as friendly with her as he was with me while he still worked with me. But when he worked at the Star undercover, he worked with her. I felt as if he didn’t find me good enough to work with him while Linda was.

I just felt a mess. I was so jealous I even gone to his apartment to yell at him. But in the midst of my jealousy crisis, I noticed that he acted strangely, and then I noticed that was two cups of coffee on the table. He wasn’t alone, and he tried to hide it.

Of course, given what I thought was his relationship with Superman, I would have thought that he was with his lover, but I was so crazy jealous about Linda that I didn’t think about anything else. I immediately believed that he was with Linda, and I searched his entire apartment, like a fury for Linda.

And when I searched in his wardrobe, I found Perry. That calmed me down right away. I remembered immediately that Clark was gay, or that I though he was. And if he have to hide someone in his wardrobe, that wouldn’t be a woman, like Linda, but a man… like Perry.

Oh my god. I was imagining things that I’m not proud of. Clark cheating on Superman with Perry. Perry cheating on his wife Alice with Clark. And I was chocked by the idea that Perry too was gay. I was so surprised and chocked about Perry, the man I considered like a father, to be gay too, and involved with my former partner than my thoughts showed on my face.

At the second I discovered Perry hiding on the wardrobe, Clark and Perry said that that wasn’t what I thought it was, and then they gave me the right explanation. They told me Clark didn’t really resign, and worked still for the Planet, but that he was undercover at the Star. I was so relieved.

I don’t have nothing against the homosexuality, but to discover that the man I see like my father was gay, just after discover that my best friend and the man I loved were, was a little too much for me to bear. I was thinking something like “is there one great guy on the world who’s not gay?!”. So, find that Perry at least wasn’t really relieved me.

But I was still deeply convinced that Clark and Superman were indeed gays and engaged in a serious relationship together. I discover the truth not long after that, and I felt really ridiculous when he told me that, in reality, he was Superman.

He told me more or less one week later.

A double of Superman came in town. He performed rescues, and arrested bad guys. That was a clone of Superman, but I didn’t know it, so, for me, that double really was Superman, even if he had a strange attitude.

He was a little brutal with the bad guys, and he treated me… well… differently, with less respect, and definitely as if he was interested in me. I knew that couldn’t be the case since in was attracted to men, and that I wasn’t one.

But when he asked me for a dinner at my apartment, I was so ecstatic that I agreed. I put a beautiful dress, I prepared a candlelight dinner… I knew that he probably had in mind something less romantic, and more friendly, and I knew I couldn’t seduce him. He was Clark’s boyfriend. But I still wanted to have the feeling that my fantasy was real, just for one night.

So, I really was taken aback when Superman, or his double to be exact, told me I was hot right at the beginning. I wasn’t expecting this. And I was very surprised. I thought he was gay, and nonetheless he found me hot. And I remembered that he was indeed attracted to me when he was under the influence of the pheromone.

I thought that Superman was bisexual, that he could be attracted to both men, like Clark, and women, like me. But I was shocked that he tried to flirt with me while he was engaged in a serious relationship with Clark for so many years.

Apparently, they had some couple problems. I was very ill at ease. I tried to calm down the things a little, and I discussed with him his new method dealing with the criminals, but he didn’t accept that change of subject, and kissed me.

The kiss was brutal, and disagreeable. I felt fear, I was afraid that he could rape me. When he kissed me, I knew immediately that that wasn’t Superman, that he was an impostor. I was so terrified.

The kiss was broken by Clark’s appearance. He entered my apartment, furious, and stopped Superman. They had an argument right in front of me, and Superman, I mean his double, almost hit Clark. He didn’t show any fear. I was impressed. Superman leaved my apartment.

For a minute or so, I was still shocked by what had just happened. That makes me believe that I was right to think that Clark and Superman had couple problems. Clark interrupted the kiss and was furious, as if he was jealous. And they had an argument in front of me. And he was so angry, shocked when I told him he kissed me.

Immediately, I wanted to reassure Clark that his lover didn’t try to cheat on him with me, but I still hadn’t told Clark what I thought about his relationship with Superman, so I couldn’t reassure him like that. But I could say something that’ll reassure him. I told him that the Superman who just flew out of the window was an impostor, not the real one.

Later, we discovered that the double was a clone, and he died. That’s when I finally knew the truth, knew how ridiculous all my ideas were so far.

Clark and I were discussing on a bridge, that night. He looked so sad I wanted to know what was wrong. And then, he told me that that would have been great if there would have been two Supermen, because the superhero would have felt less lonely.

When he said so, I believed that I was right to assume that there was trouble in their couple. Maybe Superman felt lonely because he was so unique, and Clark felt a little rejected or something like that.

At first, I tried to joke to made him less upset. I said to him that if Superman felt lonely, I was volunteering to keep him company. He smiled at that, but he still looked very sad. Of course, that was him who felt lonely because he was unique, but I didn’t knew it.

And I really wanted to help him feel better, because he was my best friend, so I decided to reassure him about Superman’s love. I was sure that was that the problem, that he doubted the love of his lover.

I told him that he didn’t have to worry because even if Superman felt lonely sometimes, he knew he wasn’t, and knew he was loved. And I added to Clark that I was sure that Superman really loved him too.

Clark looked really puzzled while I was speaking, and he asked me what was I talking about. I thought that he was denying, so I told him that I knew for some time that he and Superman were a couple. He looked to me very oddly and said defensively that he wasn’t gay.

That looked really like a denial to me, so I insisted, telling him that I was okay with that, and that I will never say to anyone what I knew. But he persisted to deny it, of course! That was upsetting me. He didn’t trust me enough to admit the truth when I have all figured out yet. So, I insisted too.

I told him all the little things that were proofs to me that he and Superman were together. He really was taken aback. Finally, when I challenged him to deny it again, he laughed and said that he couldn’t believe I’ve collected all these clues and that I hadn’t figured the truth.

I was almost angry at this point that he was still denying. He interrupted me and said to again that he wasn’t gay, and neither was Superman. And he added that, even if they were, they couldn’t have a relationship together because he was Superman.

That’s the way he told me the truth. My first reflex was to not believe him, but he was so deadly serious. And he took off the glasses… My anger left me right away.

I know I should have been really furious that he was lying to me, and made me believe that they were two people, but I couldn’t. I was definitely too embarrassed about all that ridiculous idea of mine to be angry against him.

And he was really embarrassed, too. I guess that’s why he told me. That was easier to him to confess that he was Superman than to pretend to be gay and involved in a relationship with himself.


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Clark landed on the balcony of his house. Immediately, he heard laughs coming from the kitchen. He smiled. That was a good feeling to return home to see his wife and his son laughing together. He loved his family so much.

Entering the room, he said hello to John and kissed Lois before asking:

“So, I can hear the joke?”

“We were just discussing the way you told mom you are Superman. I promised her not to laugh but I couldn’t help myself.” Answered his son. “Anyway, dad, I perfectly understand why you told her before you even start dating, but that don’t help me.”

“He started dating Jennifer, and she told him she loved him. Now, he has to tell her the truth,» explained Lois.

“Oh, you have a big problem, John.”

“I know. Actually, I wanted you to give me an advice, dad. How do you think I have to tell her?”

Clark though a while about his son question before answering.

“Jennifer is so like your mother… If I was you, I will tell her with a bulletproof vest. And… son? Made it quickly; that will be less painful. You’ll just have to crawl for some weeks.”


THE END.


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