I sat in the bar with Glen Woodburn the sketchiest internet blogger. He would post anything and everything which gave me and Lois a common distaste in the man but I was desperate.
"That's a beer, for the lady." I smiled at the bar tender and took a swig
"I'm sending you the original article. My editor won't print it, but if it happened to leak online." I suggest sending it over
"Got it. But didn't you and Lois Lane once describe my site as a creeping cancer of falsehoods?" he turned in his seat
"Our distaste for you is our common ground. We stand by our words but I want this story out there." I reply honestly, just being in his presence made me cringe but needs must where Clark Kent was concerned.
"Why?"
"Because, I want answers and my mystery man can give them to me." I drank my beer and finished it "Later loser." I smile sweetly and jump of the bar stool heading out. I figured I had to find Clark on two fronts one was a big neon sign the other was detective work. Now I could have gone the easy route and just talked to Mrs Kent but I figured that she knew about Clark and would be on the defensive, so she was my last resort. I decided to research my best friend. Beginning with Jed in Ellesmere. I showed him the blown up picture. I would never refer him as Clark.
From Jed I traced Clarks movements listening to tales of his travels from other people and he was as every bit as I remembered. For some he was a guardian angel, others a cipher, someone who never fit in and ghost. He had become really good at being a ghost, though he was never a match for me. Though all the stories formed a pattern, he was always there in a time of need. despite my digging, Clark hadn't popped up.
"Low blow it is then, Clark." I mumbled pulling up outside the familiar Kent home. I got out and knocked on the door. I heard barking. I knelt down.
"Hey, boy." I grinned
"Can I help you?" Mrs kENT ASKED
"Help sure,but I was going for recognition. After all you said I was practically your daughter, with how much the I spent here." i stood back up and I saw her recognition.
"Aria?" she opened the door and hugged me. I chuckled returning it.
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i stood over Mr Kent's grave. I heard that he passed but I wasn't able to attend. Mom was dating this hippie dip traveller and where she went I went, which was Most of Asia, and China before things turned sour and Mom figure out he was a loser and she shouldn't have dragged me into it. I felt eyes on me.
"So it takes me coming back here to get your attention? You could have left me with a phone number or something." I state before turning around to face him "I know I've been a shitty friend but you could have at least let me thank you, again." he said nothing
"Clark..." I hesitated for a moment "Where are you from, what the hell of I missed and you need to let me tell your story." I strode over to him.
"What if I don't want you to tell my story?" he wondered removing his cap.
"It's going to come out eventually, someone other than myself is gonna get a photograph and do the same digging as I, only it won't be an old friend knocking at your mothers door it will be a blood thirsty reporter who won't take no for an answer." I folded my arms
"I could disappear again." he suggested
"I doubt that, the only way for you to really do that is to not help people and 20+ years of doing so, myself twice is proof you can't and won't. I knew you were different Clark but this is a whole diffract ball game of different." I say
"My father believed that if people knew who I really was. They'd reject me out of fear." I softened as he told me of the hurricane that killed Mr Kent and how his father stopped Clark from saving him "I let my father die because I trusted him. Because he was convinced that I had to wait. That the world was not ready. What do you think?" he asked. I reached out and held his cheek.
"I think that....that I've been too much of a reporter and less of a friend. I'm sorry." I apologised. He held my hand in place and closed his eyes
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Her Superman
FanfictionOne Secret can change most things in any kind of relationship. I'm no different. But it's not every day that you reunite with your childhood best friend and realise that he is a being from another world. We spent so much time together when we were...