Part 2.... About 8 words of part 3 are written and midterms are due this week so it'll be at least the weekend and probably Monday or Tuesday before the next part is posted. Thank you again to everyone who commented...
From Part 1Clark shifted again in his sleep so that he was back on his side, facing her.
And then the strangest thing happened.
He levitated.
He just lifted up off the bed and hovered there about 18 inches above the mattress.
Lois stared and then waved one hand underneath him to make sure that there were no strings or any other explanation.
There was only one logical conclusion.
Clark was Superman.*****
Part 2Clark felt himself flop back down onto the bed. Morning always came too soon.
He slowly realized that this wasn't his bed – it was round for one and the sheets certainly weren't the ones he was used to home.
Lois.
He was sleeping with Lois.
His eyes shot open.
He was sleeping with Lois and he'd been floating.
"Good morning."
He heard the voice before he saw her.
He turned to face her, realizing that his secret was long gone. Not only had he been floating, but his glasses were missing. "Good morning."
She was sitting in the big chair across from the bed watching him.
He rolled over and sat up at the same time. His feet came to rest on the floor and he stared intently at the spot about 3 feet in front of him. "Anything happen last night?" he asked, avoiding the topic he knew was sure to come up.
"Depends on what you're talking about."
"Across the street."
He could almost see her shrug. "I haven't checked yet."
"What about here?" He raised his eyes to meet hers, certain she would see his fear and trepidation written in them.
"It was..." she paused for a moment, "...enlightening."
He chuckled softly. "Somehow, I think that's probably the understatement of the year."
She smiled at him. "Probably."
"Are you mad?"
She shook her head. "No."
"You're not?"
"I was, but I'm not anymore."
"Oh."
"I almost woke you up to yell at you, but I know you're not supposed to wake up someone who's sleepwalking." She shrugged. "I wasn't sure about sleep levitating."
He grinned. "My mom could probably tell you. Though, the phone's made me lose altitude in my sleep a time or two and there's never been any serious repercussions."
"Your mom," she said slowly.
He nodded. "My mom. Martha Kent."
"She's not from Krypton, is she?"
He chuckled. "No. My parents are just ordinary farmers from Kansas who happened to find a spaceship in the middle of a field one evening."
"She made your suit."
It wasn't a question, but he answered anyway. "Yes."
There was silence for a minute, then Clark stood. "Um, Lois, I really want to talk to you about this, and I may be made of steel, but my bladder's not."
She gestured towards the bathroom. "Be my guest."
He closed the bathroom door and rested against it for a moment. This was going to be the longest day of his life.
*****
Superman had to p... relieve himself.
Lois smiled wryly to herself at the incongruities between the man she knew and the superhero she admired.
She'd never thought about it before, but of course Superman had to... do those things. She'd imagined his lair in the arctic somewhere, but it never had indoor plumbing – or outdoor plumbing for that matter.
But there was no lair in the arctic. Well, probably not. But now she knew where Superman went when he wasn't doing 'super' stuff. He was with her.
She heard the water running and took a deep breath. He'd be back out in a minute and they'd have to talk about this and what it meant to them.
She'd fallen asleep last night contemplating a relationship with Clark. Was that still something she wanted?
Before she'd realized he was Superman, she'd been reveling in the feeling of safety in his arms. Thinking about how she would like to wake up like that every morning and how well she would sleep every night.
She'd been getting ready to admit to herself that she was falling madly, desperately, completely, hopelessly in love with Clark Kent.
Where had that thought come from? Had she really been ready to admit that she was falling in love with Clark?
Deep down, she knew it was true. She was falling in love with Clark Kent. The pheromone thing had opened her eyes to her physical attraction to him and the kiss yesterday had further confirmed that. And the way he'd reacted to her when she was throwing herself at him... her first thought had been that he hadn't been attracted to her, but then she'd remembered the next morning, as she was fighting off the 'hangover' that came after the pheromone had worn off. Something along the lines of 'Take me, I'm yours'. So, yeah, he was attracted to her too.
He was definitely good looking. She'd realized that from the first moment she'd stopped to take time to look at him the day after they'd first met. *She* of course was immune to a pretty face, or so she'd thought. But Clark was so much more than just a pretty face. He was kind and generous and compassionate and had a body to die for.
At least now she knew why he could eat all that junk food. Flying probably burned a lot of calories. Walking through fires probably did too.
But there was so much more to him than a great body.
He was smart – smarter than she was many times, and that was something that pained her to admit more than she would ever let on. He was gentle. He was the last true Boy Scout and his powers had nothing to do with that. He would be the same caring Clark whether he was born on Krypton or in Kansas.
And that was what it all really boiled down to. She loved him. Powers or not, she loved him.
"Lois?"
His voice interrupted her musings.
She looked up to see that he was sitting back down on the bed. He had pulled a T-shirt on and one part of her mind noted that it made his arms look incredible.
But a relationship was more than just arms and a chest and a great six-pack.
"Clark, I..."
His head suddenly tilted to one side, a gesture she was increasingly familiar with. "They're back."
"What?" She was puzzled.
He stood and strode to the window. "They're back."
Lois sighed. This conversation was going to have to wait until later.
She picked up the binoculars and watched for a minute then turned to hand them to Clark. He was standing so close to her. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him. He hadn't put his glasses back on and was staring intently across the street.
"I guess you don't need these."
He quirked a half smile at her. "No, I don't."
She sighed. This was going to take some getting used to. "Would you mind telling me what they're saying?"
"Harrington is saying something about system specs and that he'll have dates and stuff for the testing later this afternoon. Roarke is asking him about a new vote. Harrington said he can't initiate a revote until the test results are analyzed and the plan rejected. Roarke says he bought insurance, namely Harrington. Harrington says Roarke doesn't own him."
Lois winced as she saw Roarke throw Harrington against the wall.
"Roarke says he owns Harrington lock, stock and reelection fund. Harrington says he wasn't sure Roarke could pull it off. Roarke guarantees it and says Harrington doesn't want to find out what will happen to him if it doesn't." They watched Harrington leave. "And now Roarke's laughing and it's a pretty maniacal laugh."
Lois turned to look at him. "Clark, what would you say if I said that I don't have a clue what they're talking about, but that, whatever it is, it's even bigger than I originally thought."
He nodded. "I'd say... you're absolutely right."
*****
The talk had to be postponed as the spent the rest of the day trying to discover what it was Roarke and Harrington had been talking about. Cat went off to stick to Harrington like 'super glue'.
Lois and Clark eventually ended up back in their suite, stacks of paper on all sides.
Lois finally set her stack down. "I don't suppose you can make this go any faster."
Clark looked at her, surprised. "Yeah, I guess I could." He grinned and then winked. "Don't move." After she nodded, he turned into a blur, flipping through stacks of paper and, after about 4 seconds, sat back down. "Nothing."
She sighed. "At least it didn't take us all night to figure out that this big stack of stuff is nothing." She looked at him. "And that was pretty impressive. You could come in handy, you know."
Clark's face became serious. "There's more to me than superpowers, you know."
She nodded. "I know. You're..."
His head shot up. "They're back again.
She smiled at him. "See. Handy."
He rolled his eyes. They stared out the window across the street. "Tell me what they're saying, flyboy."
Clark cocked one eyebrow. "Flyboy? What happened to farmboy?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. But start 'reading lips', would you?"
Clark shook his head. "Okay. Roarke wants to know if the test is going to be postponed. Harrington says no because the weather's good, the naval ships are in position. It's happening at dawn, the day after tomorrow. Roarke thinks the test will fail and then his system will be approved. Harrington says there will be delays while they figure out what went wrong this time. Roarke doesn't like that. Harrington is trying to placate him. Roarke says after what goes wrong this time, no one will want modified proposals. Harrington wants to know what's going to go wrong. Roarke... well, I guess it's on that video tape."
The shutters were closed and Clark muttered. "Lead lined."
"What?" Lois looked at him, strangely.
"The shutters are lead lined. I can't see what's going on."
"That's odd. What about the walls? Are they lead lined?"
Clark blinked. The thought hadn't occurred to him. He focused on the wall next to the window just in time to see a simulated wave take out all of downtown Metropolis. "Wow."
"What?"
He told her what he'd seen.
"Clark this is huge."
He nodded. "But what are we going to do about it?"
Lois sighed. "I don't know."
The fax machine beeped and began to put out paper. Clark took the first sheet off. "Here's the voting records Jimmy was digging up."
"Why don't you look those over? I want something to drink and there's no way the Planet will pay for something out of the wet bar. We can't drink on duty and there's nothing good *and* nonalcoholic in there anyway."
"Sure, go ahead. I'll be right here."
Lois grabbed her brown bag that doubled as a purse. "I'm going to hit the convenience store across the street. It's still highway robbery, but the fresh air will do me good too."
Clark looked up from the paper. "Are you sure you don't want me to go get you something?"
Lois smiled shyly at him. "No." She grew bolder and winked at him. "I am going to send you for take out later though."
Clark laughed. "Just name the country."
*****
Lois grabbed a Snapple from the cooler. Just what she needed. She snatched a couple Double Fudge Crunch bars for good measure. It had been quite a day. She needed time to think and she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before – maybe two hours or so before the biggest revelation of her life kept her up the rest of the night. At least the hotel had decent coffee. She was sure she was going to need it in a little while.
As she dug through her bag, she noticed her handheld scanner and a thought occurred to her. She rooted around a bit more and found her lock pick set. She would go over the offices and see what she could find.
And she wouldn't tell Clark. She needed to do this herself. Sure, having Superman help would be handy, but she was Lois Lane and she needed to prove to herself that, even though his help would make things easier, she could do this.
*****
"Clark Kent, what are you doing in the honeymoon suite of the Lexor Hotel?"
Clark continued to flip through the papers in his hands as he talked to his parents. "I'm here with Lois. How did you find us?"
"Perry White gave us the number," came the reply from Jonathan.
Martha was tentative as she asked her next question. "Lois and you? Is that... does everyone know?"
Clark was still lost in thought as he answered. "Oh sure, Mom. No problem. We're registered as husband and wife."
Jonathan and Martha shared a stunned look, but Jonathan was the one to voice the question. "Clark, is there anything... you'd like to tell us?"
"Not really. Things are going pretty smoothly, assuming Lois keeps her end of the bargain and lets me go first tonight." Clark didn't really care about their bathroom arrangements, but he wouldn't let Lois know that.
Jonathan and Martha nearly dropped their phones.
"I... that would be... I'm sure she will, Clark," Jonathan managed to croak out. "But, um, Clark... a gentleman always lets a lady go first."
"She went first last night, Dad." Clark was paying little attention to the conversation and concentrating on the paperwork Jimmy had sent over.
His parents shared a wide-eyed look. Martha started to question him further. "Honey? Um..."
"Listen, Mom, Dad, I do need to talk to you guys about some things, but I don't want to do it here. Once we check out and get home, we'll talk more." His head popped up. "Hang on."
He peered out the window and saw Lois sneaking through the offices across the street. "Lois," he muttered, the phone still in one hand. "What are you doing?"
He saw Roarke and the sidekick heading towards the door. "Mom, Dad, I gotta go. Lois needs me." He hung up without so much as an actual good-bye.
Jonathan and Martha each hung up their phone and then looked at each other in stunned shock. Jonathan was the first to break the silence. "Why didn't they invite us to the ceremony?"
Martha shrugged. "I don't know. It sounds like it all happened pretty quickly. Maybe he'll at least bring her out here for a visit sometime soon. I liked her when she was here for the Corn Festival. We've talked on the phone several times since then, but she never mentioned anything like this was in the works. And Clark certainly would have unless it happened too fast."
Jonathan nodded. "I suppose he's told her about himself."
Martha patted his arm. "You knew he'd have to tell someone at some point. He's always wanted a family and it hardly seems likely that he'd get married without telling his wife about himself."
"I know."
"It'll be okay, honey."
"I know."
Martha grinned slyly at him. "So, Jonathan, they're celebrating their wedding... Surely we can do a little celebrating of our own?"
Jonathan kissed her softly. "You know we don't need an excuse to do that."
Martha laughed. "I know, but we should celebrate anyway." She pulled her husband of so many years towards her and kissed him like she had so many times in the past and was glad her son had finally found someone he could share everything with.
That was certainly cause for celebration.
*****
TBC
I swear, the idea for him to look through the walls was written before I read another HiM fic where Lois tells him to do that. Though I read it yesterday , I don't remember the title or who wrote it though I think it may have been Mere. And I think they were sharing the bed for different reasons, but I'm not sure of that either [it's been a long few days
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