Hi! As you all guessed, "Secret Fears" wasn't finished. Unfortunately, I have to admit that Sunday's Gain won't finish it either. So consider yourself as warned. 
This starts where Secret Fears left off. So if you didn't read it before, or forgot about the story it would be better to read it before this one...
I need to thank LaraMoon, who beta-read this. I know that I told her I wouldn't post this soon. But I want to know how you like it... So feedback in either way is welcome.
I don't own these characters except for Rebecca (No, Ann, not Hitchcock!!!!!) And I don't earn anything with this story...
So, hopefully you'll enjoy this... 
Sunday’s GainClark left the Daily Planet and walked through the streets. He wasn’t sure if this was indeed a good idea. Did he really have the time to waste on an effort that might be in vain? How could he justify writing that story if Mr. White didn’t change his mind? When Clark had heard that Lois Lane wasn’t going to write the theatre story, he had felt the sudden urge to do it. Maybe he should just grab his things and walk directly over to the editor of the Metropolis Star and try again to get a job. But the theatre attracted him with magical force, maybe because Lily had played little roles back in school. He had always adored her in the cute clothes she had worn then. Clark missed her. She had been such a good friend and such a nice woman. But it wasn’t taking him anywhere if he got lost in grief now. He had to be strong for Becca’s sake.
Jimmy had given him instructions where to go. Clark wasn’t exactly familiar with the streets of Metropolis. Had it not been for his strange abilities, he wouldn’t have found his way in any of those cities he had seen during the past years. He really wanted to feel at home somewhere but he had never actually had that feeling yet. Clark sighed. He had promised to do his best so they would not have to leave Metropolis again. He owed it to Becca to really try. Working for the Daily Planet would be great; he had read so many articles in that paper. Clark decided that he wanted to give it a second try. This might be selfish and unreasonable, but he wanted to forget about his inhibitions for a single moment to make his dream come true. The beautiful Lois Lane was definitely a reason why working for the Planet had become even more attractive to Clark.
But right now he needed to concentrate on his way or else he was likely to miss the theatre. Jimmy had described the building and had told Clark that it had been famous years ago. Plays from well-known authors had premiered there. It had been a place of glamour and fame. From the sight of the building, no one would have ever guessed that, as Jimmy had put it. Clark could only agree with Jimmy’s statement. The former theatre looked, well, sad. Maybe the adjective could only describe living beings, but the shattered windows that were replaced with boards seemed to be mourning the more pleasant days of the past.
The building had obviously seen better days and Clark acknowledged that the wrecking ball couldn’t possibly do any harm to the building that hadn’t already been done. It was probably for the best that the theatre be closed and the building demolished. Otherwise people could be in danger. Clark heard a voice and noticed that it came from the inside. He followed it and entered the building. On the walls there were posters from plays that hadn’t been on stage for ages. Dust was everywhere and Clark assumed that the theatre hadn’t been closed recently, but years ago.
The voice belonged to an old woman who proudly stood on stage on the other side of the auditorium. She was wearing a robe that must have been beautiful once upon a time. It was obviously moth-eaten and quite battered now. But the woman didn’t seem to care. She saw nothing and surely hadn’t heard him coming.
“And all the world’s a stage, and men and women merely players.” Her eyes found Clark and she stopped. “I just wanted to say good-bye,” she said softly.
“Take all the time you need,” Clark replied and sat down on one of the few chairs that hadn’t been completely destroyed.
“This building has meant the world to me; it’s not easy to go.” Her eyes conveyed her grief and Clark could see tears glistening in them. “When I first came here I had barely any money and I had lost hope of finding a place to live. My parents had warned me that life as an actress would be poor. I have never been searching for wealth or fame. All I ever wanted was a place where I felt that I belonged to.”
Clark nodded. It was the same with him and he could understand her sadness. “And you found it here?” he asked sympathetically.
“Oh, yes I did. Those were wonderful years. I never became rich, but I found a family. My parents have never been much of a family to me; they had always wanted me to be different.” She smiled at him. “This was the dress I wore when I was Juliet. It was the best role I’ve ever had. She was a girl that was loved so much and loved so much in return. It’s an eternal love story. Even death couldn’t separate them. Isn’t this wonderful?”
“But didn’t Romeo and Juliet deserve to be together in life? Fate took away their chance to feel the intimacy of spending their life together and to bring up children. What would their tale have been like if they had lived?” Clark inquired.
“They would have argued and lost each other over the years. Real love isn’t eternal, young man. Trust me, I have lived way longer than you have,” she stated.
“That sounds so sad,” Clark stated gently.
“Life is sad,” she answered and left the stage to sit down next to Clark. “This theatre belonged to my husband. We all grew old and so did this building. His heart broke when the last curtain fell and he received his final ovation. His father and grandfather had stood on this stage. They had been Hamlet and Lear. But he had to be the one who had lost it all. He couldn’t live with the pain and found solace in the arms of a younger woman. Life isn’t fair. To cope with his own grief, he ripped my heart out. I used to come to the theatre to relive the memories. Can you see the ladies in their impressive dresses? Can you smell their perfume still hanging in the air? Close your eyes and you will hear the murmurs of spectators gone. When I’m here it’s as if my husband’s still with me, holding my hand. He was always nervous and I can still smell his sweat. It’s as if he has never left me. Eternal love – that’s something only theatre offers.”
* * *
After his chat with the old woman in the theater Clark had made his way home. It was about three o’clock. Rebecca and his parents had already returned when he entered the flat. The little whirlwind ran across the room directly towards him and jumped up. Clark caught her and lifted Becca up into his arms.
“Hey, pumpkin. Looks like you had a great day,” he greeted her when he saw the big grin on her face.
“Oh, yeah,” she said contentedly and pressed a wet kiss on his cheek.
“Hi, Mom and Dad,” he adjusted his grip on Rebecca and glanced over her shoulder at his parents. “I seriously hope she behaved herself.”
“Come on, Clark. Did she ever cause us trouble?” Martha replied and walked over to her son. Clark sat Becca back on the floor and hugged his mother. “It’s great to have you back here,” she said.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t really say hello this morning. My mind was a little occupied,” Clark apologized. “It’s good to see you, Dad.” He hugged his father as well.
“That’s unfair, you can call him dad, though he isn’t your dad either,” Becca complained and tugged at Clark’s suit jacket.
“She’s right, that’s unfair, Clark.” Martha agreed and winked at Becca conspiratorially.
“I tell you what’s unfair, two against one is unfair,” Clark muttered. “Can’t you help me, Dad?”
“And spend the whole night arguing with your mother? I don’t think so.” Jonathan laughed and shook his head. “I’m afraid we have to leave now. Martha and I have tickets to the opera tonight. We don’t want to be late. And there is a whole lot of things that we have to do, first.”
“We’ll talk about your interview later, honey. Is that okay with you?” Martha asked, concerned.
Clark wondered whether his mother had telepathic abilities. He was almost sure that she knew something was wrong. But Clark nodded to assure his mother that they didn’t need to discuss this immediately. He was glad that he had more time and maybe he could manage to convince Mr. White after all. He wished his parents a good time and Becca kissed her grandparents good-bye. When the two Kents left the apartment, Becca and Clark were on their own again.
“So did you get the job, daddy?” Becca wanted to know. Clark turned to her and tried to smile, but he failed.
“Not yet, Becky,” he replied. “But I’ll try again this afternoon.”
tbc...
