"Goodnight, Lois," Clark called.
"Goodnight, Clark," she called from the other side of the bedroom door.
The boy was sprawled over his bed, listening to some kind of jangling noise over a set of headphones.
LANE: It’s called music.
CLARK: No, it’s not.
Clark cautiously stepped further into the room. "Ah," he began, hesitantly, "don't tell Lois about this, but I think I can help you with your...shall we say...vision problems?"
LANE: I don’t have ‘vision’ problems. It’s not a problem that I can see girls naked!
Clark glanced outside the room one more time, then shut the door.
Why doesn’t he just super-listen and use x-ray vision?
CLARK: X-ray vision? While Lois is nearby? Are you *nuts*?
Lane wrapped his arms around his knees and drew himself into a little ball.
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The boy nodded, and Clark thought he caught a sniffle. "She lied to me," Lane whispered.
His Momma? About loving his Father?
"I thought she and my dad loved each other," Lane continued
I was right!
"Either she lied to both of us, or they both lied to me!
Oops?
He buried his face in his knees, and the ball became smaller.
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Clark gaped at the boy, a stab going through his heart as he realized what Lane thought. "Lane," he murmured, coming over to put a hand on the boy's back, "it's not what you think! I promise."
On the plus side, he now knows that a) he needs to use protection and b) he should talk with his own little one before he’s 12.
"Maybe I don't really have the right to tell you this," Clark mused, "but I think it's something you really need to know. Just...please promise that you won't tell Lois."
LANE: So, my Momma doesn’t know either?
ALT-CLARK:
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Let’s keep mum about that one.
"This is your father's body that I was transferred into," Clark said, reaching a hand up to his glasses,
Oh, soul switching.
"I'm--" Clark frowned as he suddenly noticed that the world was a little bit blurrier than it used to be. He squinted. "...nearsighted," he concluded.
No way! Momma really is a bit of a slut!
What? Unless they *did* switch universes and not just bodies and the powers got disabled somehow? But that doesn’t explain the nearsightedness. Unless…Wait a second…Did they ever check if it’s Superman or Ultra Woman in this universe?
"This isn't right," Clark mumbled, slipping them back on. "Just give me a second...ah!" With a grin, he tucked his legs under himself and floated three feet in the air.
Also,
Lane stared, goggle-eyed. "Well," he said, "now this is also the *weirdest* day of my life."
I shudder what happens when I get to part 6 today… I expect tears. Wailing. Bargaining. Begging.
Michael
