Great story, Tank. Although I would read it if there were a sequel, it really doesn't need it. It works just fine as an in-betweeny.
Lois' lower lip had been tightly pinned between her teeth ever since she heard the word 'Wichita' come from the mouth of the airline official. A cold fist currently held her heart in its icy grip.
Oh, this was well written - I can certainly feel her fear. And after Clark let her think he was dead in ToGoM, both he and Martha agree that he has to tell her immediately this time. Yes, he can be taught!
Superman nodded. "That's what I came to tell you, Lois. Clark was never on that plane."
Superman looked nervous. "Lois... I,"
"You?" She walked up to him and put her hand on his chest. "Oh, course, why didn't I think of it as a possibility earlier? You’re his friend; you probably flew him out to the farm." She flailed one hand about, as if it could help her think. "What... was it like some sort of Christmas present?"
Superman stepped back and stared at her like he did when he had a hard time following her leaps of logic. Clark did that too. She blushed.
This was a lovely example of how well you know and can show us the characters in your stories. Clark is ready to come clean (like so many other times in the series), but when Lois makes a leap of logic that gives him a reprieve, Clark takes it.
