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She backed out of the closet and was still holding onto the suit when she
tripped over a fold in the carpet and found herself sitting on the floor.
It was a testament to how shocked Lois was that the fall didn't even rate a
response from her. She just stared at the super suit which she held in her
hands.

It took a few moments for her brain to engage and finally try to piece
together the momentous piece of information she had just uncovered. As she
saw it there were only two options, the first being that Clark was holding
Superman's suits for him. Maybe he laundered them or something. That was
the most logical answer and if Clark were standing here next to her to tell
her that, she'd most likely believe it. But Clark wasn't here, he was
missing, and Lois had heard a strange message from his mother on the
answering machine about helping out during disasters. Could it be true?
Could her farm boy partner really be Superman?

All the lame excuses Clark would use to leave at the most inopportune times
came flooding back to Lois. Very often after Clark left, Superman would
show up somewhere to stop a robber, or put out a big fire. Then Clark
would come back saying he ran into Superman and he'd have the story just
as nice as you please. Lois' anger flared forth. That rat, she thought.
No wonder he always seemed to get so many inside scoops on Superman's
activities. It's easy to get a Superman story if you are Superman. If,
you, are, Superman?

"Oh god, no," Lois whispered into the S shield of the suit. If Clark
*were* Superman, that meant that he wasn't actually missing. Instead, he
was lying on a padded table at Star Labs, hooked up to several machines
whose only purpose was to find out if he were still alive! Tears began to
flood down Lois' cheeks once again as she clutched the super suit to her
chest like it was some sort of life line.

So wrapped up in her latest bout of grief and fear for the man she thought
she loved, she almost didn't hear the activity outside the apartment's
front door. Still holding the suit tight to her, she turned her gaze
toward the door.

Martha and Jonathan had approached the front door of Clark's apartment and
upon seeing the lights on both gave a huge sigh of relief. It appeared
that their concern that they hadn't heard from their boy was going to be
groundless, but once they got close to the door they could hear someone
inside. Someone who seemed to be throwing things around. Then they heard
a loud thump, like something falling to the floor. This was followed soon
after by the sounds of weeping. Martha gave Jonathan a look and a shrug as
she reached for the door handle.

Neither Jonathan nor Martha were sure what to expect when they opened the
door, but they did know that the sight that greeted them would not have
been it.

Sitting on the floor in front of Clark's closet was Lois. Tears were
streaming down her face and she was holding tightly to one of Clark's super
suits. Lois looked up at them and in a voice on the edge of hysteria asked.

"Is it true?" She held the suit out toward them so they could be sure to
see what it was. "Is it *true*?"

Tears formed in her eyes as Lois heard the pain and torment in his voice. She walked around the table to him and gently rubbed his back. Her touch broke the walls he was trying so
valiantly to rebuild.

"Oh, God, Lois. I miss them so much," he hissed, anguish in his voice. "Every day. Every second. I never know if what I'm doing is right, and I don't have anyone to ask. I'm so alone."

"No, you're not. You're not alone." Lois cocked her head and looked into his eyes, her hand resting on his shoulder. He sighed as he looked at her, and pulled away completely.

"How long have you known?"

Shaking her head, she sat back down in a chair next to him. "I didn't know. Not for sure. There were just too many things that didn't add up. Except one way. When you've proved all of the possibilities are wrong, the impossible must be true."

Clark nodded, silent. He felt washed out inside. She knew now. She knew he was the Guardian - the freak who flew. Wasn't that what the Metropolis Star called him on a regular basis? She would want nothing further to do with him. Who would want anything to do with him? His life was a
mess; *he* was a mess. There was nothing to offer to anyone.

He squeezed her hand as he steeled his nerves to tell her
what he had to. "Lois, I need you to listen to me." He
waited until she met his gaze. "I need you to call Dr.
Klein."

"Bernie Klein? Why?"

"He's the only one that can help me."

"But he's a scientist at Star Labs."

"Yes. He also studies Superman's biology." Clark squeezed
her hand again. "He's my doctor, Lois."

She took in his words, noticing for the first time that he
wasn't wearing his glasses. He couldn't possibly be saying
what she thought he was saying. Slowly she reached down and
smoothed his hair back on his head. "Oh God!"

"What *thing*, Clark!" Lois began to tremble. "This has to
do with Superman? Why I'm pregnant? What!?"

Clark looked up at the ceiling, his expression almost
prayer-like as he searched the air itself for the right
words. He took a deep breath and brought his gaze down
level with hers. "It has to do with why Superman can *not*
be the father of that baby, Lois. But," he said, regret
softening his tone. "I almost wish it were true. You have
no idea how much." He removed his glasses. "Because ...
*I'm* Superman."

"You aren't human!" Her voice was accusing.

"Neither are you...neither is my son." Clark's voice was mild,
holding a small trace of amusement.

Sarah's face snapped around to stare at Calvin. "*You should have told me.*"

"*It wasn't my secret to tell.*"

"*How could you bring me to the house of someone like this?*"

It took Calvin a moment to realize that she thought Clark was a New
Kryptonian deserter.

His father sighed. "*You still don't understand.*"

Both Calvin and Sarah stared at Calvin's father, and they both
blushed when they realized that their conversation hadn't been
private. Calvin had never realized that his father was so
telepathically skilled.

Clark Kent stood and clapped his hands. Calvin sighed. He'd always
been embarrassed that his parents actually owned an antique clapper.

The window curtains all began to close. When the room was completely
closed off, Clark Kent began to spin in place.

At least he had chosen to wear the suit under his clothes this time.
Calvin had been occasionally embarrassed by his ability to see what
his father was doing at superspeed. For Sarah's sake, he was
grateful. It was hard enough to see that Superman had a human life;
she wasn't ready yet to see him in his underwear. That would have to
wait until at least the third date.

He shook his head. She didn't understand. "Lana was the only one who really knew about me ... who accepted me. God knows no one else would."

"Oh, please. What could be so terrible?"

He looked up at her, starting to get annoyed at her persistence. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah, I really do!"

He glowered at her. "Well, I can't tell you."

She glared right back. "Why the hell not? It's a private room, and if you want, I will swear to never tell anyone else. What'd you do, kill someone?"

"No!" Glumly, he realized that he didn't have much reason to keep this a secret. They weren't going to find any thieves on Shipton, so his job was about to disappear, and Lana was already furious with him. The worst Lois could do would be to publish ... and so what? He could always change his name and move to Tahiti. If he were destined to be alone and miserable, he could at least live on a beach.

"All right, fine." The decision made, the words poured forth. "I'm not human; I'm an alien. I have *powers*. I can hear things from hundreds of feet away, I can see through walls, I can set things on fire with my eyes. I'm tremendously strong. I can fly." To illustrate the point, he pushed back the chair, and levitated in midair before her stunned eyes. "So tell me, who's gonna put up with all that?"

"What kind of different are you?"

She saw him take a deep breath before opening his mouth to answer
her. Then he looked as if he heard something she couldn't hear.
And then he was *gone*! One second he was toying with her fingers
and then he just simply wasn't in the seat beside her. Seconds
later Lois heard and felt the compression of an explosion. And
then he was there in the seat beside her, readjusting his tie and
his glasses.

Lois blinked. What on earth! Had he really disappeared, or was
this a new side-effect from her head injury? Before she could ask
him, the captain's voice came over the public address system
asking everyone to remain calm. There had been a minor accident
with some oxygen tanks in the cargo hold which had been averted by
the quick intervention of Superman. There would be no need to
return to London after this mishap, they would continue on to
Metropolis because they were in Superman's capable hands.

Before Lois could even raise herself up to see where this
phenomenon was located, the people sitting across the aisle
reached over and shook Clark Kent's hand, thanking him profusely.
There was general applause around the plane.

Lois' brain clicked and whirred as she put the pieces
together--the awe of the people they had met, the *not* flying by
commercial airline, his sudden disappearing act. She finally
understood.

"Oh, *that* kind of different."

He looked at her, uneasily. "Does it bother you?"

Lois shook her head, "I guess I wasn't too bright. I should have
seen the resemblance. I just wasn't expecting a mild-mannered guy
like you, wearing glasses, to be *Superman*!"

"That's what the other Lois said."

I love this story. It's In Dreams by Kaylle.

Was Clark the 'Guardian Angel'? She had to
know. Reaching out cautiously, she put her hand on the
doorknob, but again drew it back. For some reason, she felt she
should knock first. She knocked quickly, the loud sound echoing
off the hallway walls. "Clark?" She could still hear his
breathing.

"Clark? Wake up. We need to talk." She knocked on the door
again, longer and harder than last time. Still no change in his
breathing. "CLARK! Wake up!" She reached down and turned the
knob and shoved the door open.

"Clark Kent, I want to--to--" Lois stood motionless. She
couldn't believe what she was seeing. There, a good three feet
above the bed, floated a sleeping Clark Kent. He was bare from
the waist up, and he was wearing dark colored pants of some
kind. He had mud smudges on his face and a thin layer of grime
over his chest and arms. He was sound asleep, rising and
falling with each breath.

Methodically, he packed up her books, beginning with the lowest shelf and filling two boxes before he got to the top shelf. He was able to reach a shelf higher than she could, but there was another one above that. She saw him look around the room, and wished she could tell him where she stored her step-stool. It wasn't in sight, however, so he shrugged. And then noiselessly rose into the air, his feet dangling a foot above the floor as he calmly gathered an armful of books.

Lois felt her mouth drop open. Was it possible this was all just a bizarre dream? Everything and everyone else was behaving normally. Even her imagination wasn't lurid enough to create a floating man, was it?

Meanwhile, Clark had cleared out the top shelf and filled the third box. His feet were once again on the floor, and she doubted her own memories. Except that the top shelf was empty. And, come to think of it, those boxes would be heavy, yet he was carrying them with ease. Not to mention his amazingly fast arrival at her apartment, when he'd been in Perry's office scant moments before. This definitely called for further observation.

"The E-Z Cut home hair cutting kit?" She looked up at Clark. "I don't understand."

Clark pasted an apologetic look on his face. "Well, it wasn't the way I planned for this to go, but given what you said this afternoon outside the Planet, and knowing what a person of your word you are... "

Many emotions played across Lois' face as she tried to place the conversation Clark was referring to. Slowly her look turned from confused, to disbelief, to wariness.

"What is this all about, Clark?" Her tone was guarded, almost as if she was afraid of what he might say.

Clark stood up and backed away from the table. "Perhaps it'd be best if I just show you."

Suddenly Clark began to spin. He immediately became a blur that quickly changed colors from the green and tan of his shirt and pants to a bright blue and red. A few moments later he stopped and the person standing in Lois' kitchen wasn't Clark anymore, it was..."

"Superman!" Lois put her hand to her mouth.

Lois set out on the short walk back to the hospital, still trying to
figure out why Clark was behaving so strangely. What had happened?
Had she said something to him to make him uncomfortable? She
couldn't think of anything. She heard an odd noise overhead and
looked up. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was a man
carrying another man, flying through the air. The man landed with
his passenger in a darkened corner, not far from the hospital. She
ran toward them, in utter disbelief. The man emerged from the
shadows, this time walking, still carrying the other man. As she got
closer, she could tell the second man was injured badly.

Without thinking, she crossed the distance between them. She called out "I'm
a doctor!" The mysterious flying man froze. She looked up at his
face for the first time and gasped.

"You...you're...you're the...the...." She tried to form a coherent
sentence and failed.

He stared back at her, his expression a mixture of confusion and
panic, but mostly shock.

Lois lifted her head; she hadn't meant him to hear that. Irritation writ
large across her face, she said, "'Damn him.' I said, 'Damn him.'"

"Who? And, why?"

"Superman. Look at all this stuff!" She threw her arms out in an all
encompassing gesture. "I don't know where to begin, and he didn't
tell me..." She trailed off, and returned to burrowing through the filing
cabinets.

"Smallville, Kansas, May 17, 1966," said Clark quietly.

"Perry," Clark said, having made a decision. "I'm taking you to the hospital. There's something wrong, and I want to get you checked out."

"Good decision, Kent," James piped up supportively. "Should I call an ambulance?"

"No, I'll take him. It'll be faster."

"Now hold on here!" Perry exclaimed. "I'm not going to any hospital. I'm fine."

"Yes, you are, and no, you're not," James told him firmly as he crossed the office and opened his window.

"No way am I going! Who's going to make me?"

"He is," James said, pointing at Clark as he spun in place in a blur of colours.

Perry gaped at Superman, resplendent in red, blue and yellow. "Never mind. The hospital sounds like a fine idea," he muttered before his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Why have you got Superman's bandage on your shoulder?" Lois
studied the face in front of her...she reached up and pulled his glasses
off his face. Those eyes...slowly she pushed the hair back from his
forehead, while he continued to stare anxiously at her with those wide
brown eyes of his...of-

"Superman's. You're Superman." She snatched her hand away from
his hair.

"I'm sorry, Lois. It wasn't meant to happen like this." He was
supposed to tell her when the moment was right, when he had it all figured
out and could explain it so that she would understand everything. Not this
way, not by accident.

"Why were you pretending to be Clark? Where is he?"

For a split second, Clark considered taking advantage of her
confusion, of perpetuating the deception, but just as quickly he knew that
he didn't have a plausible answer for her question, and anyway, he was
tired of lying to Lois.

"I wasn't pretending to be Clark. I *am* Clark; I'm just Superman
as well."

Clark was starting to get angry with himself. He had been so stupid! The whole day, he had endured being half blinded by that blot on his glasses, just because he thought Lois would recognize him at the first glimpse she had of him
without his glasses. He'd felt so embarrassed just now. He was wondering how he could have been such an idiot. The only thing that cheered him up was that at least his glasses were clean. What a fool he was.

At the other end of the room, Lois returned to her desk with a big grin on her face. This had been a perfect day for her. Seeing Clark fighting all day against his glasses, trying to find a place where he could be alone to take them
off. And she had made sure he would never succeed. Oh yeah, she was having far too much fun with this. If only Clark knew. If only he knew that she had found out about his secret identity almost one week ago...

But she wasn't about to tell him. She was having so much pleasure hearing his poor excuses and hearing him talk about himself in the third person. And that thing about his glasses. That was the funniest of all. She wanted to wait
till he was ready to tell her, and only then would she tell him she'd been laughing at him all this time. This was really getting exciting.