"Clark I want that story on my desk within the hour!" Perry White called over his shoulder. Clark smiled to himself taking a sip of his coffee. Perry liked to remind everybody he was in charge on a regular basis. He would give you a tight deadline, or a horrible story but Clark didn't mind.

"Finally done!" Lois sighed taking her paper out of the typewriter. Automatically Clark held out his hand. She handed it over to him for inspection. Lois was an amazing writer but not always the best speller.

"Two L's in rebellion, other than that you are good," Clark said handing it back.

"Thanks. Gosh I thought I had gotten them all right," Lois said typing wildly again. Clark's eye drifted out the window where he saw a bright, clear sky perfect for flying. How he wished he could just disappear for a while but he needed to be here right now.

"Hey, Clark I'm going to go get another coffee. You want one?" Lois asked standing up and whispering. She didn't want the other co-workers to hear she was on a coffee run.

"Yes please," he said trying not to be too pleased that he was the only one included in her secret coffee run.

By force of habit Clark watched with his x-ray vision as the elevator doors closed around Lois. She let out a yawn and stepped off on the floor below. Clark watched as she turned the corner. His head snapped back to his paper.

He began typing on the typewriter waiting silently for Lois's return. Ever since Richard had left three weeks ago, she was constantly sad. Richard had found out that Jason was not really his son and said he had had enough. It seemed to Clark that whenever she was talking to him though, she was a bit happier. No, he told himself. Don't go doing that to yourself.

"Hey Mr. Kent," Jimmy said holding out a donut box, "Just got these, you want the last one?"

Clark saw as a few other co-workers were moving closer hoping to get the last donut so he grabbed it. Lois would want one, and it was white with chocolate frosting, her favorite.

"Thanks Jimmy," he said setting it down on her desk. Even the little things now a days seemed to make Lois happier. When she got back she smiled at the donut right away and handed the coffee to Clark.

"Donut from you?" She asked sitting down.

"Jimmy bought it, but I saved it for you. It was the last one," he said smiling back at her.

"Well thank you Clark and Jimmy," She said licking her lips. "I'm starving!"

"So, what's new with you Lois?" Clark asked taking a sip of his new hot coffee setting the old one in the trash.

"Nothing much," She said quickly. "Jason made friends with the girl next door, named Claire. She seems nice."

Clark could see how nervous she was and felt himself on edge with the idea of his son getting close to other kids with his uncontrollable powers. But, he reminded himself of being a kid. He too had uncontrollable powers, but being with others, being normal is important as a kid.

"I'm glad," Clark nodded and looked at his watched. He needed to finish his article. He made sure Lois was preoccupied before he speed his fingers up quick to finish the article. It was funny; his fingers could go nearly as fast as his legs.

He stood up and walked to Editor Perry White's office and knocked. Perry waved him in silently and Clark pushed open the door.

"I've got the article here chief," he said lightly putting it on the desk.

"Good, I need my reporters to be fast, got that Kent?" Perry said shuffling some papers on his desk.

"Yes Sir," Clark said pushing up on his glasses.

"Good, now go get some lunch or something," Perry said with a yawn.

"Oh, thank you Sir," Clark said standing. He made a good show of fumbling with his papers in his hands like usual before exiting the office. Clark did a good job of making himself seem like the last person you would expect to be Super Man, and that's just how he like it.

"Hey, Lois," Clark called over to her.

"Yeah," she said looking up.

"I'm headed for lunch. You're more than welcome to join me."

"Thanks but no….well, why not. Sure Clark I'm coming." She said straightening her shirt and hair.

"Jimmy, you coming?" Clark asked. Jimmy looked up at him and Lois, smiled to himself, and shook his head.

"Maybe next time," he said holding up his camera and snapping a picture. Sometimes Clark thought that boy saw more of his life through the camera lens then with his own eyes.