Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Superman Movie-verse
Characters: Lois/Clark/Kal-El, Conner, Jason, Martha, Perry, Lex
Summary: Lois and Clark must fight harder than they’ve ever fought before to keep their family together.
Word Count: 3,200
Disclaimer: DC Comics/Warner Brothers owns these characters. No profit is being made from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author’s Notes: In this next chapter, more secrets are revealed and later, Lois bursts a blood vessel (I’m joking, guys). She does come pretty close, though. Read on and please leave a comment. Thank you! :D
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Chapter 7: Legacy
S.T.A.R. Labs, that same morning:
After reading the morning paper and that shocking headline, Katherine 'Kitty' Hamilton was very worried, and it was clearly written all over her face as she entered her husband's laboratory.
Emil Hamilton, her husband of nearly ten years, would have picked up on this if he hadn't been going over his detailed notes that Superman had given him just yesterday about a certain criminal mastermind who had escaped from prison last week.
"Emil, have you seen this?" Kitty asked without preamble as she barged into his lab.
"Seen what, honey?" He asked, not looking at her.
Kitty rolled her eyes at her distracted husband, but she couldn't help but grin. "This headline …? People are going to think that it's true," she told him, then shoved the paper in this face.
Emil glanced at the headline then went back to his notes. "Oh, that, yes, I saw it online a little while ago. Pay no attention to it."
Kitty sighed, took a deep breath and read the article again out loud. After much speculation about the mysterious woman who could be the mother of Superman's children, I have it on good authority that Wonder Woman is the prime candidate. Their names say it all. Can you believe they would actually print something like that?"
Emil finally gave his wife his full attention, but they were not alone.
Dr. Westfield seemed to be listening to them. "Paul, take it break," Emil instructed his long-time assistant.
After Paul had left, he pulled Kitty aside and tried to reassure her. "I can see you're worried, but our 'friends' can handle any situation." He looked at her closely then. "This isn't about them, is it?"
Kitty left his side and went over to the window. "I know he's responsible for that story and what Superman revealed to everyone yesterday. I still can't believe he actually escaped," she whispered, trying not to get upset. Lex had been returned to prison hours later, but she was still very worried. She turned back to her husband. "What if he … finds out the truth?"
Emil went to her then and took her into her arms. "Yes, he was responsible for that story, but he won't find out. Please try not to worry," he whispered to her holding her close.
Kitty pulled back after a moment, her eyes brimming with tears. "I can't help it. He's just so young. If Lex ever found out he had a son, I couldn't stay here. I couldn't!"
He clutched her to him. "I won't let that happen," he whispered fervently then he closed his eyes and stroked her hair. I won't lose my family.
Out in the corridor, Dr. Westfield hid a smile then narrowed his eyes.
Back at the Kent Farm:
Martha had just fed the younger kids a hot breakfast, and they had gone out to the barn to hang out for a while to relax and enjoy being back on the farm again. Conner had flown to Hawaii for a mission. Lois and Clark had just come down the stairs hand in hand smiling at their hidden exchanges.
Martha couldn't help but notice how happy they looked. Sighing, she decided to hide the paper, at least for a little while.
"Morning, Mom," Clark said then he kissed her cheek and went into the kitchen looking for something to eat.
"Where are the kids, Martha?" Lois asked, looking for them.
"They're outside in the barn. They love it out there and … after what happened to them, I thought it was best if they just … you know, be themselves and move on. It will be hard for them to accept what Lex tried to do to them, but they're strong kids … just like you two," she finished with a sigh, but then she became emotional.
Clark glanced at Lois, then went to his Mother and pulled her close to his side. "Mom, is everything alright?"
"Well, no it isn't," she replied and pulled the paper from under the cabinet and showed it to him.
"Oh, no," Clark said and sighed as he read the article.
"What does it say?" Lois asked then came over to him and read the headline. Lois went ballistic. "What the hell is this?!" She yelled then grabbed the paper from him. "Wonder Woman? Damnit! Not her, anyone but her! I can't believe they would print this garbage!"
"Now, Lois, stay calm. No one is going to believe it," he told her but then he winced at her expression.
"Don't you dare tell me to stay calm!" She yelled at him then held up the paper. "I knew this would happen, after you came up with those stupid names. How did you come up with those names anyway? You should have come to me and talked about this first. Why didn't you?" She asked him pointedly, glaring at him, still shaking the paper at him.
"Lois, those names aren't stupid. I really like them and so do the kids," he replied, then shook his head and thought about the names. "I don't know why those names popped into my head. I knew we hadn't talked about it, but I guess at the time, I was thinking how 'wonderful' they are and how much I love them … that's all it was," he told her honestly, trying to explain his feelings.
Lois groaned to herself and threw up her hands. She knew she couldn't argue with him, not after that explanation. Now she felt like a complete fool, but damn if it didn't hurt like hell. She threw the paper on the counter and went outside to clear her head.
Clark followed her outside where he found her on the porch swing.
Martha sighed, picked up the paper then threw it into the garbage.
Once outside, Clark watched her for a moment. She was sitting on the swing, her head on the head rest, eyes closed, but then she wiped at a stray tear before it reached her cheek.
He went over to her, sat down then drew her close within his arms. "Honey, we know the truth and that's all that matters."
She held her husband close. "I know, but why can't I tell everyone that I'm your wife and the mother of your children?" She asked and watched his face for an answer, one that he wasn't going to give her no matter how much she wanted to hear it.
"Lois, we talked about this before," he told her but then her eyes pleaded with him to tell her something different. He pulled her close again, kissed her temple and tried to explain why they couldn't do it. No one could know who she was, no one. "The moment I decided to ask you to marry me, I knew what it would mean to us, to our future. Superman could never marry. Superman could never expose his wife to any of it. We agreed, Lois, from the first, and that hasn't changed. And now, more than ever, the fact that everyone knows I have children and a family, that choice we made to keep our lives a secret still stands." He pulled back and pleaded with his eyes for her to understand. "You know I'm right."
"I hear what you're saying. We wouldn't have a moment's peace," she declared and knew it was true. She pulled him close again, closed her eyes and listened to the noises of the farm. Complete and utter silence, well except for the wind, her kid's voices laughing and playing in the barn, Martha in the kitchen putting dishes away, but she couldn't take this from them. She couldn't do it. They needed this and so did she. Taking a shuddering a breath, she pulled her husband closer.
After a few minutes of silence, Clark whispered, "Lois?"
"Uh, huh?" She asked contentedly.
"I have to go," Clark whispered his reply. Then they both stood up, he stepped out of her arms, then he twirled into the suit and stood there staring at her for a moment. His cape swayed back and forth from his movements.
Lois loved it when he did that. She came closer, took his hand and kissed it reverently. She looked up into his face. "I'll see you later."
He nodded his head, leaned down and kissed her sweet mouth for just a moment, and then he was gone.
Lois watched him fly away until he was out of sight, then she headed to the barn for some much-needed time with her children.
Lois came into the barn and watched her children for a moment. Jason was up in the loft looking up at the sky, probably watching his Father fly away. JoJo was holding Shelby just a bit too tight, she noticed. The old dog was squirming to get away.
Lois walked over to her. "Honey, it's time for Shelby to eat. You can let her go now," she told her daughter.
JoJo opened her eyes at her Mother's voice. "Oh, I'm sorry Mom," she apologized. She then stroked Shelby's soft fur before she could run off.
Lois reached down and took her daughter's hand as they went to sit on a bale of hay. "Come over here sweetie. I know things have been a bit hectic around here since, well, since it happened." She paused. "Honey, we need to talk."
"I don't want to," JoJo replied and tried to pull her hand away.
Jason turned his head at that. He decided to help his little sister. "JoJo, it's ok," he told her quietly and sat down next to her.
JoJo went to her brother holding him close then she started to cry.
"It's alright now. We're home. Please don't cry," Jason whispered then he stroked her hair.
Lois put her hand over her mouth as she watched her children try and come to grips with what had happened to them. She blessed Jason for being there for her and for her daughter. She stroked her daughter's hair hoping to give some comfort.
JoJo pulled back after a minute, wiped at her eyes, then turned to her Mother, "Mom, is the bad man coming back to hurt us?"
She took her daughter's hand. "No, sweetie, he's not coming back."
"Are you sure? I know he hates us."
Lois knew that much was true. "Honey, that man is so consumed by hatred that he doesn't know right from wrong. He needs help honey. I just hope he gets it before it's too late."
JoJo felt sympathy for someone like that. "I hope so."
Lois looked between her son and daughter with new eyes. This experience would make them stronger. "I hope he does too." She touched her cheek wiping her tears away. "Come on back inside. It's almost lunch time, and then we'll pack for our flight back home to Metropolis tonight."
She followed her children inside and watched them sit at the table. Minutes later, they didn't appear to be enjoying their meal.
Martha came over to her. "Are the kids alright?" She was concerned about their lack of appetite.
Lois shook her head, worried about them. "No, Martha, they're not," she sadly replied.
S.T.A.R. Labs, an hour or so later:
After making his rounds in Metropolis, Clark headed to S.T.A.R. Labs after receiving a very curious and worrisome text from Emil.
Emil was now alone in his lab after giving Paul the afternoon off. He was now very suspicious of Dr. Westfield. He had come to his lab not long after he had gotten married. That alone hadn't been suspicious, but this morning's incident, where he appeared to be listening to their conversation, he realized that it hadn't been the first time he had done it.
Superman quietly landed inside his office window, where Emil had left it open for him.
"Superman," he greeted him. Emil decided to tease him to lighten the mood a little. "I saw the headline," he said and raised an eyebrow at him.
Clark groaned to himself. "Why did you text me about a staffer here at the office?" He asked in his authoritative 'Superman' voice, not in the mood for his teasing. "Has something happened?"
Emil hid a grin. "No, not really, but I need you to look into something, or someone for me," he told him. He went to his desk then he picked up a piece of paper containing a bio with a photograph and showed it to him. "With your connections at the paper, I'm sure you can find out more about this guy. He's been working for me here at the lab for about nine years. I thought he was completely trustworthy. His credentials were checked out and he's been very helpful with the cloning experiments."
Superman began to worry even more. "Cloning experiments? I thought you had discontinued those years ago."
"I had for a long time and not since Lex's trial, but then the Lab received an anonymous donation and …" He stopped when he saw Superman's glare. "Oh, dear, do you think Lex was behind it?"
"I can't be sure, but we need to know where that money came from and what kinds of strings were attached, if any."
Emil thought about that. "That may be difficult. I've never even been to the administrative offices, but I do have a few names to give you."
Clark then hid a grin. "Give those names to me and Mrs. Lane-Kent will pay them a visit."
Emil didn't hide his grin this time.
Metropolis Police Station, later that afternoon:
Mercy Graves had been in trouble before and jail was not foreign to her. Originally the leader of a gang of female thieves, Mercy once daringly swiped Luthor's briefcase from under the billionaire's nose. She had not gotten very far before Luthor's men hunted her down. However, rather than take revenge, Luthor, impressed by her mixture of ruthlessness and street savvy, offered her a job. He took her in, cleaned her up, and made her his right-hand woman, entrusting her with his personal security and also to carry out his dirty work, but that had been years ago, long before he was imprisoned the first time.
Pacing in her cell and remembering the good old days, but they weren't good, not at all. And after her arraignment and a visit with her attorney, it appeared she would be going to prison for a long time. Damn, Lex and his schemes. I'm not taking the fall for this.
After she had been contacted by Dr. Westfield with Lex's crazy plan, Mercy wasn't given a choice, so she had to go along with it. And as usual, Superman had outsmarted them again. Would Lex ever learn? Not likely. She answered her own question.
Suddenly, she was startled by her musings, when the guard announced that she had a visitor. Mercy asked who it was, but the guard wouldn't answer her.
She wasn't surprised when Paul sat down on the other side of the glass partition and picked up the phone. She did the same on her side. "What is it now?"
Paul thought it best that he not mince any words. "Lex has a son, a real son, not a clone," he told her and waited for her reaction.
Mercy's eyes went wide then she gasped. "Are you sure? Who's the mother?"
"I'll keep that a bit of information to myself for now," he said and smiled at her furious expression.
"Look, I'm the one in jail here. I don't have a choice but to turn state's evidence. Lex can't hurt me now. He's back in a jail and from what I've heard in here, he won't be escaping again, not this time."
"I really don't care what you do," Paul told her unconcerned.
"You should be. Everything points to you," she said, glaring at him.
"Me, what did I do? It was you and Lex who kidnapped those kids. I was just doing my job like a good doctor should," he told her smiling which got more glares from her.
"You're not as innocent as you appear, and if I were you, I'd hit the road like yesterday." She stood up then. "Lex may be behind bars, but I wouldn't count him out just yet."
Paul was worried now. "But you just said …?"
"I know what I said, but if I know Lex and I do … you never count him out … never."
Paul sat there for a few minutes and thought about protecting his own skin. The only way I can be assured that Lex would always trust me was to get this secret to him somehow, some way.
A/N: I'm going to end this chapter here, but I so enjoyed writing Lois and Clark's talk about their privacy and how they should cherish it and never let anyone know who she was to him. Thanks so much for reading, and please comment if you have a moment. I want so much to chat with my readers about how things are going. Reviews are love. Don't forget to come back in one week for an update.