This bit is rain rather than sunshine. I just thought I'd warn you. It's the most fluffy piece between Becca and Clark so far, though, at least in my opinion.
Being a child is not always that easy and so poor Becca will get a taste of that. I hope you'll enjoy this nonetheless.
I need to thank my beta-reader LaraMoon. And I want to thank all those who wrote feedback and so kept me writing this. I have to admit that this is not particularly easy, since you seem to expect a lot concerning the relationship between Becca and Clark. And I really try hard to meet the expectations.
Becca needs to be lovely but a real child. There is A-plot to intertwine in the story, because I can't write "just-fluff" pieces. And there is the relationship between Clark and Lois that needs to develop. 
For all those who longed for another appearance of Lois, she is in this part. 
From Part 2: It was right at this moment that Clark’s promise was tested. He heard screams of fear. People were coughing violently and things were crushing on the ground. Something was burning but sirens from the fire trucks were nowhere to be heard. Hadn’t they been called yet? Clark turned to Becca and lifted her up quickly, ignoring her protests. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with his pace when he started running. Clark followed the noise and hurried to get there. The fire couldn’t be far away, but he still didn’t hear sirens. He frantically looked out for a payphone, but he didn’t see one. What would he tell the emergency services, anyway? He didn’t exactly know where this fire was.
Part 3: “Where are you going, daddy?” Becca asked him. “You promised you wouldn’t do it again, Dad.” She sounded rather desperate and there was an unusual urgency in her way of saying ‘Dad’. Of course she knew that he was on his way to help someone in danger. She admired him for doing these things, but there was little she dreaded more. Moments like these had always been the first step that would lead to another move into another town in another country. It wasn’t only she who feared moments like these. Clark was equally afraid. He didn’t know what would be worse: losing Becca’s love and trust or see people dying whom he could have helped. Either possibility was terrible. He couldn’t reply to Becca. There was no way he could form these words that were surely going to hurt her.
Clark approached the screams and he saw flames thanks to his super-vision. Otherwise he might have missed the house. He had reached a part of Metropolis which was densely covered with apartment buildings. But it was Friday night and most people had gone out. The streets were abandoned and so were most apartments around. Clark didn’t really wonder why no one had called 911. There was a laundromat at the corner of the street. Clark set Becca back down on the ground.
“Honey, please go into that laundromat and ask them to call the firefighters. There’s a house burning over there. If you get in trouble, call me. You know, I’ll be there in just a second.” Becca nodded weakly and Clark felt sick to his stomach. Why was he always doing this to her? Why was he leaving his little seven-year-old girl alone? Because he had no choice, because people would die if he didn’t.
He started running over to the building. Clark could hear the fire, but he could hardly see it. He scanned the house and located the fire on the third floor. Clark rushed in and ran directly up the staircase. Smoke hung in the air that was thick and black. He could barely see anything and if he hadn’t been able to hold his breath, his lungs would have hurt. It was hot, but that word didn’t quite describe it. Clark could barely imagine how terrible this had to be for the humans stuck in this building. He carefully listened for sounds around him, since his vision wasn’t of much help in this darkness. And he listened for Becca’s heartbeat to make sure that she was still all right. He shouldn’t have left her alone, it was irresponsible.
With his scan he had located two people who were still trapped by the flames. He approached them, as quickly as possible. Clark felt a nagging fear inside him. It wasn’t because of the flames. He didn’t dread fire. What if someone saw him? What if he saved the people and they recognized him afterwards. It had always been like dancing on a volcano. But what were his problems compared to the threat of death. Becca’s heart was beating steadily and so were the two other heartbeats. One of them sounded strangely familiar, but Clark didn’t know exactly where he had heard it before. A rush of adrenaline worked its way through his system and he knew that he had to find them fast.
He was on the right way. At least he assumed as much. He couldn’t actually be sure of it. The two persons had been on the third floor. But in which direction should he turn? The smoke was preventing him from seeing anything, but he could still hear. He followed one of the heartbeats, the one that didn’t seem so steady. This person had to be in a more urgent danger. It took him only a few glimpses to locate the first victim. He destroyed the door of the apartment and saw a man lying on the floor. He had lost consciousness. Clark breathed a sigh of relief and immediately felt guilty for it. He quickly grabbed the man and rushed out of the building.
After he had placed the man on the ground, Clark rushed back into the house and searched for the second person, the one with the strangely familiar heartbeat. He quickly checked on Becca and then returned his concentration on the second victim. This time he knew where to turn. He again followed the heartbeat, rushed through the closed door and found the small figure of a young woman on the floor. He lifted her up. She was unconscious as well. When he touched her, it was electrifying. It affected his whole body, something which had never happened before when he had touched anyone. But this was not the time to wonder about his strange sensations. He rushed out of the burning house and returned to the streets to gently place her body on the ground.
Now flames were coming out of the windows. The building was abandoned after he had rescued the man and the woman. Clark heard sirens and Becca came around the corner. She looked at him with blank eyes. The owners of the laundromat were following her and hurried up when they saw the two limp bodies lying on the street. They rushed past his little whirlwind and approached him.
“We called 911.” The female owner shouted. “Is everything all right?”
“They’re alive. I just came around when I saw the two of them walking past a window and trying to get out of that building. They lost consciousness somewhere in the staircase. I guess it was too much for them.” Clark gave a weak explanation. But the two people watching him seemed to buy it. Clark shot Becca a glance; she seemed more relaxed now. The two hadn’t asked two many question. Their secret was safe with them for now.
After having seen Becca’s relief, Clark studied the faces of the two victims. They weren’t hurt. They were black with smoke, but they didn’t seem to have any burns. Clark’s heart wrenched when he recognized the woman. It was Lois Lane.
* * *
An hour later Clark and Becca continued their way home. The ambulance had brought Ms. Lane and the man to hospital. They had said that both were going to be all right. The police had asked Clark some questions which he had answered as vaguely as possible. Both the policemen and the firefighters had shaken his hands to thank him for saving Lois Lane and the man. They told him that neither of them would be alive if it hadn’t been for him saving them. An officer promised him that his face would surely appear under a newspaper headline tomorrow.
Right at that moment Clark had felt the cold grip of anxiety. He dreaded curious people. For this time he had managed to explain the events, but he couldn’t afford to be the center of interest. And he sure as hell didn’t want Lois Lane to know who had saved her. Maybe she wouldn’t remember that she had still been in her apartment. An average human would have died before he could have dragged two people out of the flames. Clark had told another story. He claimed to have found the two of them lying in the stairs on the second floor. In case Ms. Lane remembered that she had been in her apartment, the police would surely believe him rather than her. He hadn’t been intoxicated with the smoke. But who would stop the great Ms. Lane from investigating her rescue?
No, Clark had pleaded the police to keep his name a secret to anyone. They could call him if they needed more information, but he didn’t want to see his name in a newspaper. And he had managed to convince the police. Clark had taken Becca’s hand and the two of them had left the area. Becca was still shivering and hadn’t said a word. She remained silent the whole way home and Clark found his heart beating rapidly. It was the third time this day that he had become rather nervous. The silence of the little girl next to him affected him even more than the interview had hours ago.
“What is it, honey?” he asked gently. “What’s upsetting you?”
Becca shook her head. “Nothing, daddy,” she replied. Clark wasn’t convinced, but he decided to find out what bothered her when they were in private. It didn’t take long before they reached the apartment and Becca breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the warm room.
Clark took off his coat and went over to the kitchen to prepare hot chocolate and supper for Becca. The little whirlwind followed him and looked a whole lot happier when she noticed that he was keeping his promise. His conscience started nagging when he saw that beautiful smile on her face. He needed to explain her that he wouldn’t be there on Monday, at least not for a long time. But what was the point in destroying her weekend? He really couldn’t do this to her.
“I still need to thank you for being so brave, pumpkin. You did a great job in the laundromat!” Clark stated. Why was he saying this? Well, of course he was proud of Becca, but he knew that she wasn’t happy about his saving people.
“Thanks, daddy,” she mumbled. She sounded so sad. It cut in Clark’s heart like a knife. He lifted her up and sat Becca on the counter next to the sink.
“Hey, what’s the matter, honey?” he asked concerned and watched her nervously. “You know you can tell me anything.” Tears appeared in her eyes and broke their way down her cheeks. Becca sobbed. “Shh, honey…it’s okay, just tell me,” he whispered soothingly and wiped away the tears with his thumb. He tried to be calm, but who was he fooling? He was scared to death. Had something happened to Becca, while he had been in the burning house? His heartbeat was thundering in his ears.
“I was so afraid to lose you, daddy,” Becca was crying openly now.
“Why would you lose me, Becky?” Clark asked, a little bit calmer now. Becca’s state of distress hadn’t been caused by anything that had happened to her.
“I…I was…scared that…that they would see you doing these things,” she sobbed. “Gran…Grandpa said that if anyone found out about you they…they…”she didn’t finish the sentence, but that wasn’t necessary. He knew the rest. They would dissect him like a frog. He had heard that a thousand times in his life. But it took him by surprise that Becca had heard these words as well. His father couldn’t…No, Clark couldn’t think this.
“Oh, honey, where did you hear this?” he asked gently. He had to prevent himself from being controlled by pure anger.
“I…I didn’t eavesdrop, it happened accidentally,” Becca hurried to explain. Clark breathed a sigh of relief. His father hadn’t told her on purpose, but why did he discuss this, when Becca was around and likely to hear it. Clark’s anger receded and was replaced by sympathy.
“Becky, darling,” Clark said helplessly and pulled her into an embrace. She was still crying and her tears dampened his shirt. He stroked her back and she laid her small arms around his neck. “That’s not going to happen, honey. That’s not going to happen.” Clark held her tightly and fetched the cup of hot chocolate and her supper. Then he carried her into the living room and sat down on the sofa. “Here, drink this, Becky.” She loosened her grip on him and took the cup in her hands. “I’m careful, Becca. The worst thing that could ever happen to me is losing you. Whatever I do, I’m not jeopardizing this.” Again, he wiped away her tears and kissed her hair. “You don’t need to be afraid to lose me. I’m always there for you. I love you, Becky.”
“I love you, too, daddy.” Becca whispered and took a sip of her hot chocolate. Clark held her in his arms, still trying to soothe her. He had to talk with his parents about this. They really shouldn’t mention things like this when Becca was around. That she wasn’t in the room didn’t mean that she wasn’t listening. Children knew how to play hide and seek. They could approach you without letting you hear it. They were curious about what grown-ups told each other when they were alone.
Clark knew that. He also had heard things that he wasn’t supposed to hear. And with his abilities it had been even worse. He clearly remembered the time when his hearing became better than average. He had been about ten years old and he was stronger than any other boy, stronger than even his dad. It had already scared the hell out of him. But one day he had accidentally heard that his parents were worried as well. He still had had problems controlling his superhuman strength. His parents had been afraid that he would hurt someone accidentally. His father had been worried that Clark might hurt his mother some day. They knew that he was mild-mannered and that he would never do such a thing on purpose. But they had been afraid of him.
Clark had been devastated and had spent the rest of the day and most of the night in his fortress of solitude. No one had been able to find him. He had hidden there perfectly. Only Lily wasn’t so easy to fool. She had come to him and convinced him to leave his exile. Lily hadn’t known about his special abilities that night. But she had always been able to make him smile no matter how bad the situation was. Somehow she guessed that he had heard something that had upset him. And Lily told him her own story of accidental and painful eavesdropping. Later, Clark had learnt that he had missed a vital part of his parent’s conversation. The part in which they had dismissed their fears and reminded each other that Clark would never hurt anyone.
He could understand Becca’s feelings and he desperately wanted to soothe her. The cup of hot chocolate seemed to help. Becca wasn’t crying anymore. She leaned into his embrace and drank her beverage. But he needed to do something about their present situation. Clark couldn’t expose Becca to a life of fear. He had to give up rescuing people for her sake. It hurt him and it felt so very wrong, but Clark had to admit that he was responsible for Becca. He couldn’t do this to her and he couldn’t think of a possible way out.
It was late in the evening and Becca started yawning. Clark patted her shoulder.
“Time to go to bed, honey,” he said gently. “Go and brush your teeth.”
Becca muttered that she wasn’t tired and tried to stifle a yawn, but failed. Clark took the cup and stood up. She had been sitting on his lap and so he set her back on her feet now. He gave her a soft prod towards the bathroom and went over to the kitchen. He heard Becca turning on the water and gripping her toothbrush. Clark smiled. Becca was too weary to discuss the time for bed with him. He was glad that she wasn’t weeping anymore. He could hardly stand seeing her sad.
About ten minutes later Becca was ready for bed and she wore her pajama. Becca was standing at the top of the staircase, waiting for him to kiss her goodnight. That was one of the moments that Clark loved most about being a father. And he drank in every second of it, because he knew that this time would be over soon. Becca was seven now and very eager to hear stories. But would she be equally keen on them when she was ten? Or twelve? Clark knew that the day would come when she didn’t want him to take her to bed anymore. Their little rituals would end someday. Clark hoped that this day wouldn’t come to soon.
He climbed up the stairs and she jumped into her bed. Clark reached her room and sat down on her bed. He pulled up the covers and stroked her soft cheek.
“So which story do you want to hear tonight, pumpkin?”
“It’s up to you, daddy.” Becca replied. It was always the answer when she wanted to hear her favorite story. Clark pretended trying to remember the story. Of course he knew it by heart. He had told it a thousand times, since Becca wanted to hear it almost every other night.
“Okay, once upon a time there lived a woman in a small village. She had two daughters, who were both called Mary. One of them was friendly and charming; the other was nasty, lazy and often offended people. But the mother loved the nasty daughter more, because she was really her daughter; whereas the other girl was only her stepdaughter. While she spoiled her own girl, she made the always friendly Mary do all the work.”
Clark told Becca how the nice Mary had to sit at the well and spin wool until her hands were covered in blood. Becca listened, fascinated, as if she was hearing the story for the first time. Clark went on with the story and told Becca of how the poor Mary lost her spindle in the well as she was trying to wash away the blood. Full of fear that she would get into trouble with her stepmother, she jumped after the spindle down into the well. She lost consciousness and when Mary came to again, she was at a totally different place, covered with flowers and big trees full of apples.
“When Mary saw the trees, she heard a faint whisper within their leaves. ‘Please shake us, shake us, our apples are all ripe.’“ Clark noticed that Becca had closed her eyes. She was breathing evenly and when he stopped speaking, she did not protest. He got up cautiously and blew a soft kiss on her face. “Good night, honey.” He mumbled under his breath and tiptoed down the staircase.
tbc....
Just in case you want to know the whole fairy tale and didn't recognize it: It's "Mother Holle". I've found complete versions via Google.
