Beginnings

By Barbara

Clark arrived at the Planet that morning after Lois. He had to
leave her in their apartment just before breakfast to help with
an oil spill in Iceland. It was something they had gotten used to
in the past year. 'A year,' he thought. Could it really be only a
week until their first anniversary? He wanted to make their
anniversary special and time was running out. As he came down the
ramp into the bullpen, he went over his mental list of things to
do before the big day. He spotted his bride furiously typing away
at her keyboard and decided to stop and see what Perry's latest
assignment had been. Placing his hands on Lois' shoulders, he
leaned in close to read what was on her screen.

"Hmm...philanthropist makes donation to insure renovations to the
Metropolis Museum of Art. Bruce Wayne...isn't he that guy from
Gotham City?"

"Yeah. Perry assigned this to us this morning. Millionaire
donates a bunch of money and some stuff to be auctioned off to
fix up the museum, blah...blah...blah. No big story." She turned
in her chair and pulled him to her for a quick kiss. "So how did
it go in Iceland? I hate it when I have to make breakfast."

"Pretty messy, but I managed. So, let me guess...it was doughnuts
and coffee in the lobby for breakfast?"

"Well..." Lois hated that he knew her so well.

Clark sat down on the edge of her desk. "So what's this about an
auction?"

"Bruce Wayne and other well-to-do's are donating items to be
auctioned off for the museum. Perry's on the auction committee.
He said they had some pretty nice stuff...jewelry...rare works of
art."

"Sounds interesting. I'll let you finish up. There's something I
want to run by the chief." Clark got up and started to head
towards Perry's office, but Lois stopped him.

"Uh, Clark..."

"Yes, Lois."

"Is this about a story?"

"Well, it's just an idea I had that I want to run by Perry. I'm
not sure it will amount to anything."

"Okay, so run it by me. I'm your partner, remember," she said,
crossing her arms for emphasis.

"Yeah, you reminded me of that last night...thanks!"

"Clark..." she said, spinning around to see if anyone overheard
the comment. She felt her cheeks begin to flush. How he could do
that? She could interview the President of the United States and
remain completely calm, but one comment from Clark could reduce
her to a giddy schoolgirl.

He walked over to her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Sorry...didn't mean to embarrass you. Yes, you are my partner
and it's just a stupid idea I want to run by Perry...no big
deal." He got up and was about to walk to Perry's office, but
instead, leaned down and whispered, "But I like the way you
reminded me last night much better!" Before she could respond, he
had made his way to Perry's office.

***

Clark walked through the open door of Perry White's office and
respectfully knocked. "Chief,

you got a minute?"

Perry looked up from his papers and motioned him in. "What's on
your mind, Clark?"

"Well, Chief, it's Lois."

"Good Lord, son...did you two have another fight? You are always
on each other about something..."

Clark interrupted him. "No, Chief, it's nothing like that.
Actually, it's about our anniversary. It's a week away and I was
hoping you could help me out with a gift idea. It's supposed to
be something paper...what do you give that's paper?"

"Oh...well...let me see..." Perry leaned back in his chair and
got a faraway look in his eyes. "For our first anniversary, I
took Alice to Graceland. We stayed in the honeymoon suite at the
King and Queen motel. Ah...but...well...that was before this
paper thing."

Clark smiled as he got a mental picture of Lois at Graceland.
"Yeah, Chief. This paper thing has got me stumped. The only thing
I can come up with is a ticket to something or maybe a gift
certificate?"

"Well...yeah...they both sound good. You're creative, son.
Whatever you come up with, I'm sure she'll like it."

"I guess you're right. Oh...any chance we could have next Friday
off. Whatever I decide on, I thought I'd surprise Lois with a
long weekend..."

Perry stopped him in mid-sentence. "Uh...sure...you two take the
day off to celebrate. And Clark...do me a favor...don't tell me
what you have planned. I don't want her hounding me for clues
again. That woman nearly drove me crazy on her birthday."

"Sure, Chief. Sorry..." Clark turned and was starting to walk
towards the door when Perry stopped him.

"Oh, Clark, one more thing. I'm in charge of the benefit auction
at the museum and I need someone to MC. I can't think of anyone
better than you and Lois. It's for a good cause and there's
nothing to it. What do say...can I put you two down?"

"When is it, Chief?"

"Next Wednesday night at the museum."

"I don't know...I'll check with Lois."

"Oh...of course...you let me know then. By the way...I have a
little exclusive for the two of you. Bruce Wayne is coming to
town for the auction. He is very hesitant to grant interviews,
but I managed to get him to meet with you guys for dinner next
week."

"That's great, Chief. I'll let Lois know."

"And let me know something about the auction soon. I need to find
someone else if you two can't make it."

"Will do."

***

While Clark was in talking to Perry, Lois was frantically calling
around trying to figure out what to get Clark for their
anniversary. She tried her mother, but she was no help. Lucy's
suggestions were way over the top and completely X-rated. She
did, however, make a mental note for future reference...you never
know. Finally, she decided to try the most reliable source she
could think of...Martha. She had hesitated calling her because
she knew Clark probably would, but she was getting desperate.

"Oh, Martha...I'm no good at this. What do you give someone
who...can...well...you know.. and *paper* even. I mean
really...who comes up with these things, anyway. It's just
another one of Hallmark's feeble attempts to sell more cards,
just like all of those stupid holidays they create that I can
never keep up with."

Martha couldn't help but laugh. "Lois, calm down. It's the
anniversary that's important, not the gift. You are remembering
the most special day you've shared together and all of the ones
since. It doesn't matter what you give each other and it
certainly doesn't have to be paper. Really, Lois...since when has
anything you and Clark ever done been traditional?"

"You're right...as usual. I don't know what I would do if I
didn't have you to talk to. I'd go crazy if there wasn't someone
else who knew."

"It means so much to me, too. It's nice to finally have a
daughter."

"So...Mom...what is Clark getting me for our anniversary? I'm
sure he's talked it over with you."

"Actually, Lois, he hasn't mentioned it to me. I guess he's
keeping it a secret. Maybe he's afraid I'd let it slip."

"Yeah, he's been pretty mysterious lately, even for him. I know
he's plotting something, but I can't figure out what."

"Well, Lois, why don't you just sit back and enjoy the
surprise."

"Because trying to figure it out is half the fun."

"Always the reporter..."

"Sorry...I just can't help it." Lois looked up and saw Clark
coming out of Perry's office. "Oops, Martha, Clark is headed this
way. I gotta go. Thanks for the advise. I'll see what I can come
up with."

"Good-bye Lois...Good luck."

Lois hung up and tried to pretend she was still working on the
story. Clark saw her hang up the phone quickly and could tell she
was up to something.

"Who was on the phone, Lois?"

She scrambled for a second. "Uh...oh...it was a wrong number."
She decided changing the subject was her best escape route. "So,
did Perry like your idea?"

Clark smiled, realizing what she was doing but decided to play
along. "Oh...no. We agreed there wasn't anything there. How's the
story coming?"

"Almost finished. Just wading through some background material on
Mr. Wayne. This man is into everything, but somehow manages to
avoid publicity." She picked up a computer printout and began
reading. "He supplied a huge chunk of money to China after the
earthquake, more money to India after the typhoon and he even
helped some of the families from that mudslide in Chile. How does
he do that and not have his name plastered all over the papers?"

"Well, I guess for that kind of money, people are pretty
accommodating. Sounds like Mr. Wayne is a pretty interesting guy.
I'm glad now that Perry worked it out so that we can meet him."

"What?"

"Perry lined up an exclusive interview for us with him next week.
Maybe we can ask him his secret." Clark lowered his voice. "I'd
like a little less media attention myself."

"I'm sorry, Clark. As long as you are in those tights," she
whispered, "you're going to attract attention."

"Why, Mrs. Kent, you make me blush."

"Right...the only time I can make you blush is when you are out
of those tights."

Attempting a modest blush, he leaned down and gave her a quick
kiss. "Before this goes where I think it's going, I'd better tell
you about Perry's other bit of news." Clark sat back down on the
edge of her desk. "He's in charge of the benefit auction and is
in need of a couple of MCs."

"Let me guess..."

"Bingo! Are you interested? He says there's nothing to it and
it's for a good cause."

"When is it again?"

"Next Wednesday."

She looked up at him inquisitively. "Hmm...Lois and Clark
Kent...MCs at a charity event for Metropolis' finest. What do you
think, is that us?"

"It could be the start of a whole new career for us, Lois...just
think...next we could be hosting awards shows or maybe even have
our own talk show."

"I think participants on the 'Gong Show' is more like it."

"Unfortunately, I think you're right. Let's do it anyway."

"Why not, Clark...it's for a good cause and it'll make Perry
happy. So...what was it you asked Perry about?"

"Lois..."

***

Perry had arranged for Lois and Clark to meet Bruce Wayne's
private jet at the airport Monday afternoon and escort him and
his wife to their hotel. They were going to meet later that
evening for dinner and the interview. Lois spent the weekend
digging up as much information as she could on the Wayne's. Clark
had his hands full with a derailed train and a hurricane in the
Caribbean, so Lois was filling him in on some of her findings
while they waited for the plane to arrive.

"Mr. Wayne has an incredible story. He witnessed his parents'
murder when he was only eight years old and was practically
raised by their butler. He did a remarkable job of investing and
expanding the family's assets. He sits on the board of eight
major corporations, has one of the most envied art and
antiquities collections in the world, but is rarely seen in
public. He was married several years ago to Vickie Vale, a
reporter for the Gotham Globe...I guess she keeps his name out of
that paper, anyway. They don't have any kids and they live on his
family's estate outside of the city."

"So, is there anything left for us to find out tonight?"

"Well...what makes a high-profile reporter marry someone who
leads such a private life?"

Clark had just taken a sip of his coffee and just about sprayed
the windshield with it. "Well Lois, are you asking me or is this
a question for the Waynes?"

Lois had been thinking out loud and hadn't realized what she
said. "I guess it does sound a little familiar," she said
sheepishly.

"A little?" He raised his eye brows in jest, but then softened.
"I guess it would be interesting to know what her answer is...but
I'm more interested in yours."

"Oh, that's easy. I don't like housework."

"Love had nothing to do with it?"

"No...purely mercenary reasons."

"I see. Maybe I better rethink your anniversary gift then."

"Well, Clark...why don't you just tell me what it is and I'll let
you know."

"Nice try...but, sorry...here they come."

The plane pulled in and came to a stop. Soon, they were busy
introducing themselves and loading suitcases for the trip to the
hotel. Lois and Clark delivered the Waynes to their hotel suite
and agreed to meet later that evening for dinner.

***

Lois had chosen their favorite restaurant for the interview. They
had shared many quiet evenings in the comforting surroundings
over the past year, reminiscing about their *official* first
date. The maitre d' had become a friend and would always save
them their best table. When the two couples arrived, he ushered
them in and had a bottle of their favorite wine waiting.

"I see you come here a lot," Bruce commented with a smile.

"Well, Clark and I helped out the maitre d' with a little problem
he was having and he goes out of his way to thank us," Lois said,
a bit embarrassed. "It's a special place for us and the food is
excellent."

"That's the best way to do business," Bruce explained, "friends
helping friends."

"Lois, I spent all afternoon trying to figure out where I'd met
you before and it finally dawned on me...it was years ago. We
were both working on a gun running story in the Congo. I was
pretty new and didn't know a soul. I even caught some horrible
virus and spent most of the time in a hospital." Vickie winced at
the memory. "I've read a lot of your work...the two of you...and
I admire what you've done. Your series on the NIA was
outstanding."

"Thanks," Lois said modestly. "Clark and I saw your series on the
IRA. I was an exchange student in Ireland and I know how
dedicated they are to their cause. It must have taken a long time
to get inside an operation like that."

"I have to admit, I spent a lot of sleepless nights on that
one...and a lot of work on an Irish accent. I've tried to stick
to *tamer* stories lately. I don't like to be around when the
bullets start flying...well, that far away from home, anyway."
Vickie paused, but pushed on. "Even more intriguing than the NIA
are your articles on Superman...word has it that you two are good
friends of his."

"Well," Lois added, "he's been a good friend to both of us...and
has gotten us out of a few close calls."

"Any chance I could get an interview with him while I'm here?"
Vickie pleaded.

"He stays pretty busy, " Clark said hesitantly, "but we'll see
what we can do." He looked at Lois for help.

"So, Mr. Wayne, tell me how you two met," Lois stammered, trying
to change the subject.

"Please, call me Bruce."

Lois nodded politely.

"Vickie and I met at a charity function at my house. She was
trying to get an interview with me and I found her roaming around
the house. I've come to realize in the past few years that there
is no way to get a reporter to stop investigating."

"Tell me about it," Clark said jokingly.

"I guess you and I have a lot in common, Clark. We'll have to
compare notes later."

"I wouldn't know where to begin..." Clark laughed.

"Okay, you two...it's been ten minutes and you're already teaming
up." Lois grinned and looked over at Vickie, "I think we better
keep an eye on them."

"I think you're right, Lois."

Clark heard an alarm coming from Metro National Bank. He looked
over at Lois and winked. She recognized the *signal*. He pushed
back his chair and smiled politely. "Would you excuse me for a
second, I'll be right back."

They had been partners for years, but not until Lois discovered
his secret were they partners in the true sense of the word. He
was no longer running off and leaving her wondering why he'd gone
or if he would return. Instead, Lois would cover for him and
carry on with their work. Although they would never admit it to
each other, they both enjoyed the thrill of keeping the secret.
His role as Superman pulled him away from her at usually the most
inopportune moments, but they loved coming back together to
exchange stories. He said a silent prayer each time he watched
her hang on every word as he recanted another adventure and
marveled at her resilience to go get the story without him. This
was just another one of those inopportune moments.

While Clark dashed off to change, Lois did her best to carry on
the conversation. "So, Bruce, Perry tells us you've made a
considerable donation to help renovate the museum, in addition to
the items donated for the auction..."

Clark made his way out of the restaurant and flew to the bank.
X-raying the area, he discovered two men in a tunnel below the
bank. They had just set off an explosive device to access the
vault from underneath. He flew down behind the two, tied them up
and delivered them to the police. When he arrived back at the
table a few minutes later, the conversation had moved on to a
piece of art Bruce Wayne was donating to the gallery.

"...and we acquired the firm and all of its assets. The painting
had been in the lobby for years. It seemed only proper to return
it to Metropolis."

"That's quite generous. Most people wouldn't be able to part with
a Monet," Lois added.

"Well, as much as I like to collect, true works of art shouldn't
be kept in private collections. They should be available for all
to enjoy. I have been very fortunate and I can't keep a piece
like that for long in good conscience."

This was intriguing to Lois. "So, why collect at all, if you are
just going to donate them eventually anyway?"

"I guess the thrill is in the hunt...and I only collect pieces
that I especially enjoy."

"So you donate your acquisitions often?" Lois asked.

"Well, a considerable number in my collection are now in public
galleries."

Lois looked over at Clark when he returned. A simple pat on the
knee under the table was enough to let her know all was well. She
smiled back and motioned for him to join in the conversation.

Clark turned to Bruce. "I was reading a list of the businesses
you are involved in...plastics, toys, fabrics, computers,
advanced robotics...that's quite a diversity. How did you become
involved in so many different types of industries?"

"Well, Clark, an investment is an investment. Running a business
is the same whether you produce laptops or toothbrushes. The
important thing is to have the best people in that field working
for you."

"So you are not directly involved in the businesses you own?"
Lois asked curiously.

"No...I get the best people I can and get out of their way.
There's no way I could be involved in all of them." Bruce paused
and looked at Vickie to rescue him.

"I just have to know, Lois." Vickie turned to Lois. "What's
Superman like? Is he really as incredible as he appears on TV?"

Clark turned to Lois with a sly grin, interested to hear her
response. Lois looked at him a bit uneasy. Even after all this
time, it was still difficult to talk about her husband and try to
distance yourself from her descriptions. She was always afraid
someone would see through to her real emotions. She was married
to Clark...she wasn't supposed to have feelings for Superman.

"He's a bit...larger-than-life," she grinned. "But then I guess
anyone in a costume like that would be," she laughed, kicking
Clark under the table. She attempted to change the subject again.
"Speaking of costumes, what can you tell us about Batman? I read
your expose on him...what an interesting guy...all of those
gadgets. Were you ever able to find out where he gets them?"

Vickie looked at Bruce a bit uncomfortably. She turned back to
Lois trying to act nonchalant. "Well, he's an elusive figure. I
never could get him to open up much..."

Bruce stepped in to save her. "I was thrilled when Perry told me
you two were going to MC the auction. It should be a wonderful
evening..."

***

The evening continued with the usual polite exchange between
strangers. Lois and Clark discussed their findings, or lack
thereof, in the car on the way home from the restaurant, but it
was still on Lois' mind that night as they prepared for bed. "Did
you notice how he always tried to change the subject whenever we
asked anything personal?" Lois called out to Clark from the
bathroom.

Clark had already gotten in bed and was reading through some of
the background information Lois had Jimmy dig up on the Waynes.
"Yes...and did you notice that he seemed really uncomfortable
when you mentioned Batman? His heart was racing..."

She poked her head out of the door. "Did you notice that too? I
thought it was just me."

"No, he definitely was uneasy about it."

Lois turned off the light in the bathroom and joined Clark in
bed. "Think maybe this might be a *touchy* subject between them?"
She leaned over and mockingly swooned over Clark. "I
mean...superheroes are hard to resist. Could he be a bit jealous
of her friendship with the man with pointy ears?"

Clark laughed at her acting abilities. "You could be right...it
*does* get tough having to fight off all of those women throwing
themselves at my feet..." He assumed his Superman pose, folding
his arms and looking gallant.

"Oh right...Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter by day...superhero
desperately running from groupies by night."

He leaned his head back and sighed. "Well, we all have our
crosses to bear..."

She pushed him playfully, unfolding his arms. "Just so long as
none of them catch you."

"What's this? Don't tell me that even the mighty Lois Lane-Kent
isn't immune from the *green-eyed monster*?"

She looked a bit embarrassed. "Well, I have to admit, it does
make me a little uncomfortable knowing that there are all of
those women out there swooning over my husband and downloading
pictures of him on the internet."

He realized joking might not be the best way to handle this
situation. This was obviously bothering her. "Lois, we've talked
about that. They just identify with the *superhero figure*. It's
not *me* they want."

"I know...but it's still a weird feeling."

He turned to her and pulled her into his arms. "Lois...they can
fantasize all they want to about the suit and the powers. That's
all they see. They don't see...me. You are the only one that
does...and ever will." He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.
He decided it was time to change the subject to something a
little less emotional. He didn't want Lois to know it, but he was
just as uncomfortable with being *adored* as she was. He thought
he'd retreat before she pressed the matter any further. "You
know, I met him once."

Lois looked up at him a bit puzzled. She hadn't quite followed
the change of topic. "Who?"

"Batman."

"Really...when?"

"It was in Gotham City. There was a helicopter accident downtown
and he came to help."

"You never told me that..." She sat up, giving him that *here's
the next Kerth award* look. "So, who is he?"

"What?"

"Who is he? Surely you used your vision gizmo to find out."

"Lois...vision gizmo? And no, I didn't. He obviously wants to
keep his identity a secret. I, of all people, can respect that."

"You are *such* a boy scout...or is this a rule of the
superhero's league?"

"Boy scout...I am not a boy scout...well, I was...but I was
ten...and no...there are no rules of the superhero's league,
other than we all respect one another. Don't you think they
deserve to have lives?"

"Wouldn't it be easier if you knew who all of them were...you
could all work together..."

"So, you want me to tell them who *I* am?"

"Well...no, Clark...they don't need to know that..."

He looked at her with that *you've gone of the deep- end* look.
"Uhh..."

"Okay...so I guess you're not...all together wrong."

"Then you're saying I'm right?"

"Well..."

"Come on, Lois..." He reached up and put his hand on her mouth.
Moving her lips up and down, he said, “ 'You're right, Clark.'
See...I knew you could do it!"

She pushed his hand away and laughed. "I hate it when
you're...not all together wrong." She pulled him down to her and
kissed him. After a few minutes he pulled away and just held her,
lost in her eyes, still astonished by the depths of his feelings
for her.

"You know...it's amazing. I worried for over two years how you
would react when you found out I was Superman. Would it change
the way you saw me? Would you ever speak to me again?" She
grinned at his admission. He leaned over and brushed his finger
along her cheek. "When it brought us even closer..." He smiled
and gave her a quick *thank you* kiss. "Then I wondered how
marriage would change our relationship. It's incredible that even
after a year, nothing has changed."

Lois leaned over and whispered. "Well...I can think of a few
things that have changed..."

"Well, I didn't say they hadn't... improved...considerably. You
are still my best friend and the only person I enjoy fighting
with...among other things..."

"Oh, Clark..." She reached up and pulled him back to her,
mingling her fingers in his hair. "So, what is that boy scout
pledge?"

"On my honor, I promise to do my *very* best..." He paused,
reaching over to turn off the light. "Wait, let me try that
again...I forgot the hand motions..."

"Clark..."

***

The next morning Lois and Clark were in the conference room with
Jimmy going over what they had uncovered about the Waynes.

"So what we have so far is...zip. A journalist marries a
millionaire who owns most of Gotham City." Lois threw her arms up
in the air in disgust. "Where's the story." She turned to Clark.
"After our dinner conversation, I can see why he doesn't grant
many interviews."

"He's not much of a talker, is he?" Clark agreed.

"Well, CK," Jimmy said, looking at Clark with devilish grin.
"With his money, who needs to talk?"

"Is that all you ever think about, Jimmy?" Lois chided
indignantly.

Jimmy looked at her like a scolded puppy. "Uh...sorry, Lois...do
you want me run anything else on them?"

"Just one thing. See what you can find on Batman," Lois added.

Jimmy did a double-take. "Did you say...Batman, Lois?"

"Yes...Batman...you know...black cape, bat ears, spiffy car."

"Okay..." Jimmy laughed. "Anything in particular?"

"Yes. Find out what Vickie Vale has reported on him and any
stories with the Waynes and Batman."

"Okay, Lois. Anything else?"

"No, Jimmy. Thanks," Clark said.

Jimmy got up to leave. "All right, guys. I'll see what I can
find." He left the couple to go over their notes.

Clark turned to Lois with a skeptical look, remembering their
conversation the night before. Even without super-hearing, he
could hear the wheels spinning in Lois' mind. "Uh,
Lois...Batman?"

"Don't give me that look..." Clark shrugged, his expression one
of complete innocence. Lois couldn't help but laugh. "Look,
Clark. I started thinking...she's one of the only reporters to
get an interview with Batman. He got really nervous when we
mentioned him...maybe there's something there. What else do we
have?"

Clark nodded in agreement. He learned a long time ago not to
question her hunches. They had been right on so many occasions.
Could there really be something to women's intuition? Then again,
there were all of those wild goose chases she had sent them on
over the years...guess nothing's perfect. He couldn't explain his
existence in the world. How could he discount something like
this?

Still, he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't let her
curiosity about Batman just rest. Not after it occurred to her
that he was in a unique position to reveal his true identity.
'Nope,' he thought...'this definitely isn't over...' He'd better
start preparing his defense. In the meantime, maybe he could
divert her attention. "Lois, maybe we could just do a *happy*
piece on what a good thing this auction is...you know, how much
it will help the museum and Metropolis? We could talk about the
items being put up for auction...generate a lot of interest."

"I guess that's all we can do for now." She turned and pulled out
a stack of blue index cards paper-clipped together from one the
many stacks in front of her. "Perry gave me our notes for the
auction. Each card describes the item, it's estimated value and
where to start the bidding." She took off the paper clip and
handed some of the cards to Clark. They silently read through the
cards, each a little awed by what had been donated. Each new card
seemed to be even more incredible than the one before.

"Wow...this is a bracelet that Edward gave to Mrs. Simpson when
they were dating." She looked over at Clark, who was peering at
her over his glasses. "Now *that* would be an anniversary gift to
remember..."

Clark reached over and took the card from Lois' hand. As he read
the card aloud, he shook his head in disbelief. "Emerald and gold
bracelet, inscribed with their special insignia. Estimated value
$150,000." He looked up at Lois. "Right...are you planning on
robbing a bank, Lois?"

"I'm worth it, aren't I?"

"Yes, darling, you are..." he said, patting her arm. "But *I'm*
not."

Lois laughed and reached over to put her arm around his shoulder.
"You are to me," she whispered, as she gave him a peck on the
cheek.

"If only that would draw interest at Metro National Bank," Clark
sighed.

Lois couldn't help but grin. As she turned to look over the rest
of the cards, he saw that all too familiar *I've got it* look.
Clark lowered his head to brace himself. "What?" he said
hesitantly. Had she figured out how to talk the bank into giving
her the money or the auction committee into giving her the
bracelet. He didn't doubt she could pull off either scheme.

"Relax, Clark." She could tell from his expression that he had
assumed the worst. "I just have an idea of how we can approach
this story."

"Oh...for a minute there, I was seeing headlines...'Daily Planet
Reporter in Jail, Wife Turns State's Evidence'..."

"Thanks a lot, Clark..." She grinned and punched him in the arm.
"I didn't turn you in the *last* time you went *jewelry
shopping*."

He nodded in agreement. "True, but that was before you could
collect on my insurance policy."

"Ooh...good point...thanks for the tip." She raised her eyebrows
and gave him another peck on the cheek. She'd won again and she
knew it. "Now...about the story...why not write the story from
our point of view...you know...the outsider looking in. We can
tell what it's like behind the scenes...as MCs...and interview
some of the people who buy the items...why they bought it...what
they are going to do with it..."

"Good idea. You work up a background on the committee and I'll
take the items that have been donated."

"Okay." She swirled in her chair and began organizing the stacks
of files before her. She found the one she was looking for and
opened it. Without looking up, she said softly, "So my gift is
even better than that bracelet, right?" A small wad of paper
bouncing off her shoulder was all the answer she needed.

Perry was in his office talking to himself. At least, that's how
it appeared to Jimmy as he approached his office. He walked up to
the door cautiously and knocked. "Here are the pictures you
wanted, Chief."

Perry looked up a bit agitated. "Uh...oh...thanks, Jimmy."

When Jimmy entered the room to hand him the photos, he noticed
the beautiful blond woman sitting in the chair in front of
Perry's desk. He smiled and thought, 'Way to go, Perr...'

"Uh, Jimmy. This is Vickie Vale. She is a reporter for..."

"The Gotham Globe...yeah...I know." Jimmy stopped and stared.

Perry rescued him. "Vickie, this is Jimmy Olsen, one of our
former photographers." Jimmy was pulled out of his trance by the
word *former*. He smiled and turned a pale shade of red.

"Nice to meet you, Jimmy." She turned and smiled at Perry. "Don't
worry, Perry, I have one of these back in Gotham City. I'm used
to it."

Jimmy decided retreat was his best option. "Uh....it was nice
meeting you...Ms. Vale." He backed out of the office, pausing
only to replace the books he knocked off the table in the
process.

Perry and Vickie watched him leave and then broke out laughing.
As she was watching Jimmy's graceful exit, Vickie noticed Lois
and Clark in the conference room. She watched their playful
banter back and forth. Perry looked out at the newsroom and
finally realized what she was watching. "Oh. I guess I've gotten
so used to seeing those two together, I don't even notice them
anymore. To watch the two of them in action, you'd never know
they were the best in the business...uh...present company
excluded, of course."

Vickie grinned and nodded at his addition. "So they've always
been like that?"

"Yeap. I guess that edge they are always balancing on is what
keeps them sharp. I teamed Clark with Lois when he first started.
Clark was green and naïve and Lois was a bull in a china shop. I
thought they would bring out the best in each other..." They had
both been watching Lois and Clark's antics while they were
talking. When the wad of paper hit Lois' shoulder, Perry added,
"...or kill each other." Vickie turned and looked at Perry and
they broke out laughing again.

***

After the incident with the wad of paper, Lois and Clark had
finally gotten down to concentrating on the story. They were
reading and making notes when they heard a tap on the door. They
both looked up to see Perry standing there with Vickie Vale in
tow.

"Hope we're not interrupting something," Perry said mockingly.

"Come on in, Chief," Clark said, getting up to shake Vickie's
hand. "It's good to see you again, Vickie."

"Good morning, Clark, Lois. Thank you for dinner last night.
Bruce and I had a lovely time."

"Good morning." Lois got up and stood beside Clark. "It was our
pleasure."

"I was just giving Vickie a tour of the newsroom. I thought I
would show her our brightest team in action." Perry turned to
Vickie and grinned. "See, they do actually
work...occasionally..."

Lois paused for a second, but realized they must have been
watching them through the window. She looked at Clark and his
flushed cheeks told her he caught Perry's meaning as well. There
wasn't much to be said on that topic, so she decided to move on.
"Yes, Perry, we were working on an article about the museum. We
were going over the list of items to be auctioned. There are some
really incredible things that have been donated. I was just
trying to talk Clark here into buying the Duchess of Windsor's
bracelet for me for our anniversary."

"Oh, your anniversary is coming up? How long have you been
married?" Vickie inquired.

Clark's embarrassment had subsided a bit. Reaching over, he put
his arm around Lois and said proudly, "One year on Friday."

"Well then, I think the bracelet is an excellent idea. I never
could figure out that paper thing. I wrapped Bruce's gift *in*
paper...I thought that was close enough."

"I like the way you think," Lois agreed. Turning to Clark, she
added, "That work's for me."

"Okay, you two, it's been ten minutes and you're already teaming
up..." The three reporters laughed, remembering Lois' words from
the night before. Perry just shook his head and grinned.

"Actually, I was hoping I could follow you on an assignment.
Bruce will be tied up with business all day and I cannot stand
being cooped up in a hotel room. Maybe Superman might drop
in..."

Lois wasn't sure about this. What if Clark had to leave? They
were lucky last night, but it would be harder when they were out
for the day. She looked at Clark who apparently had already
worked it out in his mind.

"Well..." Clark offered, "we were about to head over to the
museum and then get some lunch. It will be pretty boring, but
you're welcomed to join us."

"Thanks. I promise I won't get in the way."

"Well, okay then," Perry said. "Vickie, let’s finish the tour and
let Lois and Clark clean up this mess."

"We'll meet you in about ten minutes, Vickie," Lois added.

Vickie nodded. With that, Vickie and Perry left. Lois and Clark
looked at each other. She was still concerned. "Clark...what
if..."

Clark finished her sentence. "...I get a call and have to
leave."

"Yes, Clark. How are we going to explain it."

"Just like we always do, Lois." They picked up their papers and
headed to their desks. "Just like we always do."

***

The reporters arrived at the museum around 10:30am. The museum
director, John Parks, was so grateful to the Waynes for their
contributions that he took the reporters on a personal tour of
the upcoming Impressionist exhibit. The Monet the Waynes were
donating was now the signature piece of the exhibit. He ended the
tour by taking them to the museum vault and showing them the
items donated for the auction. Lois was mesmerized by the
Duchess' bracelet. Once Mr. Parks brought it out, Lois didn't
notice anything else. Clark glanced over at her as she tried it
on her wrist. She saw him watching and raised her eyebrows,
pretending to beg one last time. He just shook his head and
smiled.

Vickie had to laugh watching Lois and Clark joke with one
another. There was something contagious about watching newlyweds.
Even though she and Bruce had been married for a few years, she
saw so much of their relationship in Lois and Clark. There was
something so familiar about the way they teased one another and
how the whole world would melt away with one glance. She envied
the time Lois and Clark had to spend together. Bruce's dedication
to his work and Gotham City's protection kept him running off at
all hours of the day and night. How she envied Lois, always
knowing where she could find her husband.

With the visit to the museum concluded, the trio headed back to
the car. "Well Vickie, I hope you're not sorry you asked to come
along. Not as exciting as going undercover, but you sure made Mr.
Parks' day," Lois joked.

"It was fun. Thanks for letting me tag along. What's on for the
rest of the day?"

"Well, we thought we'd go get some lunch and then I have to go
find a dress for tomorrow night. Things have been so busy, I
haven't had a chance to pick one up. I could sure use a second
opinion. Clark is no help..."

"Can I help it if I think you look good in anything," Clark said
with a grin.

Lois smiled at Clark and patted him on the arm. "You know, it
must be nice just pulling out the same suit for every occasion."

"I know what you mean, Lois...men have it so easy. One tux and a
pair of shoes and they are set for life."

"Okay, ladies..." Clark sputtered, trying to get out of the fray.
"Before this gets out of hand...I apologize for the entire human
race...the male population, anyway."

Lois gave him a knowing glance. "The whole human male population,
huh? Nice try."

That tactic not working, Clark tried another. "So, Vickie...care
to join us for lunch?"

Vickie laughed. "You know, I think I'll see if I can steal my
husband away for a nice lunch. If you'll drop me by the hotel,
I'll meet up with you later for a little shopping therapy,
Lois."

***

Bruce heard a knock on the door and assumed Vickie had forgotten
her key. He opened the door expecting to see his wife, but there
was no one there. He looked out into the hallway, but found it
empty. Finally, he noticed a small white envelope lying in front
of the doorway. It was addressed simply, 'BW'. He picked up the
envelope and opened it. Inside, he found a piece of paper with
letters cut out of a magazine pasted to it. His heart sank as he
read it.

I HAVE YOUR WIFE.

DO NOT CALL THE POLICE.

I WILL CONACT YOU.

Lois and Clark had agreed to pick up Vickie after lunch. They
pulled into the hotel and made their way to the penthouse floor.
Bruce opened the door almost immediately upon their knock,
looking like he had just seen a ghost. He showed them the letter
and Lois and Clark quickly began going over the events of the day
and who might have a motive to kidnap his wife.

"Bruce, sit down over here. They can't have gotten far. It's only
been an hour since we dropped Vickie off. We need to wait and see
what it is they want. Are you sure you can't think of anyone who
would want to kidnap Vickie...an enemy in business or maybe a
story she was working on?"

"No...I can't think of anyone. And the last story she covered was
about the recent election. Just who won...no scandals." He sat
down on the couch and dropped his head into his hands. While he
wasn't looking, Clark motioned to Lois that he wanted to see if
he could spot Vickie.

"Bruce, I'm going to go see if I can contact Superman to find
her," Clark said, heading for the door.

"But they said no police..."

"They'll never know he's there."

***

Clark found his way to the roof and began a scan of the building.
He saw many things he wished he hadn't...a few people who would
rather not have anyone know they were there...but no sign of
Vickie. He began a search of the roads leading out of the city,
but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. After turning up
nothing from the air, Clark headed back to the hotel to see if
Bruce had been contacted.

Lois came over to Clark when he returned. "Anything?"

"Well, I saw some things Top Copy would die to get their hands
on, but no sign of Vickie. Any word from the kidnappers?"

"No."

Just then, the phone rang. Lois and Clark got on the extension
and listened. The kidnapper's voice was muffled and hardly
audible. "Did you follow my instructions?"

"Yes...I haven't called the police. Is Vickie okay?"

"She'll be fine as long as you cooperate. You have something I
want. Give it to me and I'll give you your wife back."

"What do you want...you can have anything."

"I want a million dollars cash...unmarked...and the Monet
painting. By 6:00pm tonight."

"Okay. Where?"

"You'll get instructions." The line went dead. They looked at one
another.

"Bruce...the painting. It must mean something. Where did you get
it?" Clark asked.

"It was in the building of a company I bought years
ago...ChemCorp. It was one of my first acquisitions."

"Well, someone must be attached to it." Lois looked at Clark.
"I'll call Jimmy and have him dig up whatever he can on that
company." She turned to Bruce. "Can you get the painting and the
money together? We may have to use it to find the kidnapper."

"Uh...yeah. I'll call Alfred and have him get the money. The
painting is at the museum. I'll have them send it over."

Lois walked over to Clark and whispered, "What did you hear?"

"It was muffled, but somehow it was...familiar. It's coming from
close by...sounded like a cell phone. I'll check the buildings
close by. You see what you can find on ChemCorp."

***

Clark turned and made his way back to the roof and again began
x-raying the buildings surrounding the hotel. Several blocks away
from the hotel, he discovered a man pacing around a room in a
building that was still under construction. Taking a closer look,
he saw Vickie lying on the floor, her hands bound behind her
back. The man was talking on the phone, so he focused to hear the
conversation.

"...and the briefcase with the money to Pier 12 at 10:00pm
tonight. Come alone or the deal's off. If I see even a hint that
you called the police, you'll never see her again. I'll call you
when I have them and tell you where to find your wife."

Clark evaluated his options. He didn't see a gun and Vickie
seemed to be the sleeping. He decided that he better do something
now, before they left the building.

***

"Okay, Jimmy...what do you have so far?"

"Well, Lois, ChemCorp was sold to Wayne almost twenty years ago,"
Jimmy read from his notes. "The company was in financial
difficulty and the owner...a Terrence Maxwell...sold it to
Wayne."

"Jimmy, what happened to him?"

"I thought you'd want to know. I ran a check on him and he died
of a heart attack a few months after the company was sold."

"Well, that answers that. Is there anything else?"

"No, Lois."

"Thanks, Jimmy. See what else you can find."

"Will do."

***

Clark decided the best way to handle the situation was to rush
through the window and tie up the kidnapper. Before the man could
even turn to hear the glass breaking, Superman had the kidnapper
tied up and was gingerly picking up Vickie. She had obviously
been drugged and was sleeping soundly. He gently cradled her in
his arms and turned to look at the kidnapper. As he reached down
to pick him up, he noticed for the first time why the voice was
so familiar.

***

Waiting for Alfred to call, Bruce stared blankly onto the
balcony. He had never felt so helpless. He created Batman so he
could save the people of Gotham City from the evil and demented
element that killed his parents. So no one, including himself,
would ever have to endure that pain again. And now, the one time
his wife needed him, the most precious thing in the world to him,
he was helpless. None of his weapons or electronic devices would
do him any good now. Glancing over at Lois, he noticed how calm
she was, simply talking to a colleague at the paper. Did he dare
risk revealing his identity? Would Lois keep his identity out of
the paper? Would any of it even help?

***

Superman arrived at the Wayne's hotel suite moments later and
slowly glided down to the land on the balcony. He deposited the
kidnapper in a chair and knocked on the window. Both Lois and
Bruce turned with a start to see Superman enter and gently lay
Vickie down on the couch. Turning to a stunned Bruce, he tried to
reassure him. "She'll be fine. She was given a sedative, but she
should be awake in a couple of hours."

"Thank you, Superman. I can never repay you for what you've
done."

Superman winked at him. "There's no need." He turned and walked
over to Lois, who was standing in a trance- like state, staring
at the kidnapper. "Lois, are you okay?" he asked, turning her to
face him.

"I...I can't believe it."

"I know..." He struggled, wanting so desperately to reach out and
console her, but was unable to in the suit. "Stay here,
Lois...you don't have to..."

She cut him off, gathering her courage and determination. "No, I
want to." They walked out to the balcony and faced the kidnapper,
who turned and looked coldly at them.

"Hi, Lois."

"Max...how could you do this? Why?" Superman put a comforting
hand on Lois' shoulder, careful to show only the concern of a
friend.

"Touching. I see your fiance still has the superhero here
fighting his battles," Max said, looking through Lois. Realizing
they were waiting for his answer, he continued. "I've waited
twenty years to get even with the benevolent Mr. Wayne for my
father's death. He stole his company and it killed him...and
drove my mother insane. I wanted him to know what it felt like. I
would have had one of the patients in the hospital do it for
me..." His voice dropped off and he sat staring at the floor.
Lois and Superman looked at each other, the magnitude of what he
had said sinking in. Lois was the first to be able to speak.

"So, it wasn't Dr. Mendenhall...it was you."

"Do you really think that idiot Mendenhall could pull it off? I
read in a journal what type of research he was involved in and
realized the possibilities. He was so dense. He never knew I was
the one who was really calling the shots. When you entered the
picture and caught on to Mendenhall, I decided I could still use
your memory loss..."

"So you never cared for me...you just wanted to use me as an
assassin." Lois was steaming now.

"Don't flatter yourself...you were easy..."

Clark broke him off. He had heard enough. Any more and he
wouldn't be responsible for his actions. "Okay, Deter...true
confession time is over. You can tell your sob story to the
police." With that, he picked Max up and flew off.

***

The night of the auction finally arrived and it was a resounding
success, far exceeding the committee's expectations. Lois and
Clark were naturals as MCs, using their usual quick wit to keep a
running joke and goading the bidders to continue raising their
bids for a good cause. Despite the events of the previous day,
Vickie and Bruce were relaxed and enjoying themselves, grateful
to be together again. Lois and Clark even managed to get them
into the act on several occasions. Perry was beside himself and
was, as he put it, 'about to bust his buttons' with pride for his
surrogate children. All in all, Lois and Clark had a wonderful
time, staying late into the evening laughing with Vickie and
Bruce. They had such a good time with the Waynes that they even
accepted an invitation to join them for a visit to Gotham City.

***

Despite getting home late, Lois and Clark were up and ready early
Thursday morning. They needed to finish the auction follow-up
story and both secretly needed to take care of some last minute
anniversary details. As a result, they were both a bit
preoccupied as they walked hand-in-hand down the ramp to their
desks. They were quickly pulled from their thoughts when they
spotted a small package sitting in the middle of Lois' desk. It
was addressed simply, The Kents, c/o The Daily Planet. Clark eyed
the package suspiciously and decided to x-ray it, just in case.
Lois watched his expression change from one of concern to shock.

"What is it, Clark?" Lois whispered. "Is it a bomb?"

"No. No, open it." Lois looked at him curiously, but began to
open the package. Inside, she found a small box and a gift card.
She opened the card and read it.

Words cannot express our appreciation for your help and
encouragement. Please accept this as our way of saying 'thanks.'
Looking forward to seeing you soon!

Vickie & Bruce

Lois handed the card to Clark and opened the box. Sitting inside
the box on a satin pillow was the Duchess' emerald bracelet. She
picked it up and noticed another card attached to the clasp. She
read it aloud to Clark. 'There will be no excuses for not
accepting this!' Lois looked at Clark, her eyes wide with shock.
"We can't..."

Clark grabbed Lois' arm and led her to the conference room.
Closing the door, he turned to her. "Lois...I didn't tell you
this before...I didn't think it was appropriate..."

"What?"

"When I x-rayed their hotel suite, there was something hidden in
a trunk in the next room."

"What?"

"Well, Lois...he's...Batman."

"What?"

"Lois..."

"Sorry." Lois let what he had said sink in. "You know, when you
were off trying to find Vickie, I saw this look in his eyes. It
was the same look I saw in your eyes when your parents were
kidnapped. It wasn't just fear, it was...guilt. I didn't really
understand it then, but he had all of those gadgets to help
people, but was helpless to use them to save someone he loved."
She paused, her words striking a chord deep within her. "Do you
think he knows about you?"

"I'm not sure. He's aware that Superman knows he's Batman. I
don't know if this gift means he's figured out the rest."

"Would it bother you if they knew?"

"Well, they do have the same concerns we do. I don't think they
would expose me. Since they invited us down for a visit, I guess
we'll have to do some...investigating."

"I guess you're right. In the meantime, what do we do with this?"
Lois held up her arm and admired the bracelet. "We can't accept
it, even though it does look wonderful with my engagement
ring..."

"Well, Lois. They said we can't return it, but they didn't say we
couldn't donate it. Let’s give it to the museum. It is a piece of
history."

"I guess so...but can I wear it for one day?"

"Yes...but only at home. I don't want anyone seeing that thing
and throwing me in jail..."

"I'd bail you out, Clark."

"Right..."

***

Despite his best intentions, it was after 7:00pm before Clark
finally made it home that night. He had to leave the office that
afternoon to deal with a hostage situation in the Philippines.
Lois left right after him to rush home to prepare a special
anniversary dinner for the two of them. She had been planning the
menu for three days and wanted everything to be just right. When
Clark flew in from the balcony, he couldn't believe his eyes or
his nose.

Lois had the table set with their fine china and crystal. The
only light in the room was emanating from two tapered candles on
either side of a fresh arrangement of flowers. The stereo was on
low, mingling the soft sounds of Kenny G with the wonderful
smells from the oven. Lois, dressed in a familiar short black
dress, was fussing over something on the stove.

"What's all this?" Clark asked as he looked around the apartment.
"And what is it that smells so good?"

Lois walked over and put her arms around him. "Welcome home," she
said, placing slow, soft kisses on his lips. "I thought I would
treat *you* to dinner for a change." She was about to break away
but he pulled her back and into a deep kiss. "You look
beautiful," he whispered. "I should change." Giving her one last
kiss on the forehead, he headed for the bedroom. She took a quick
glance at her masterpiece in the oven and rushed to the stereo to
change the CD. She had just pushed play when Clark entered,
dressed in her favorite shirt and tie.

"Do you remember this song?" Lois asked, moving towards him.

He listened as the song began...'Are the stars out tonight...'
Clark smiled. "Ah...our *almost* first date."

Lois met him in the middle of the living room. "Well, it's
*almost* our first anniversary...and I thought, what better way
to celebrate than remembering our *almost* first date. Even
though...that night didn't go the way I'd hoped..."

"Oh? You had other plans for the evening?"

She grinned at the expression on his face, knowing full well
where his thoughts had traveled. She intentionally took another
path. "Well, yes. Remember dinner...that disgusting Chinese
take-out..."

"Yeah, you did turn a little green. I guess it was a waste of a
good bottle of champagne."

"You were so sweet...taking care of me...giving me the
bedroom...again. You were always such a gentleman. And I was
so...so..."

"So what?"

She blushed slightly. "Well...I guess I have a bit of a
confession to make. You know that champagne I spilled on the
floor..."

"Uh huh..." He had begun playing with a curl falling just below
her ear, but still staring at her with an amused grin.

"Well, I was refilling our glasses while you changed and I could
see your silhouette through the door. I guess I got a
bit...distracted. I was so embarrassed when you came out and saw
me."

"I am shocked," he said, dropping his hands and placing them on
his hips. "Who would have thought it...Lois Lane...a peeping
Tom."

Lois hung her head in mock shame and laughed. "I know. I was a
little shocked myself. I had been denying my feelings for you for
so long, I guess when you were there and so...accessible...I got
a little carried away."

"Well, Lois. I have a little confession of my own. When I was
opening the champagne bottle, I could see you through the door
too. When you came out and found me staring at the door..."

"Hey! I thought you said you never used your vision gizmo on me
like that...before we were married."

"I didn't. Though I was tempted...about 30 or 40 times a day.
That Dance of the Seven Veils just about did me in. And, for the
record, I do not use it now because my resolve isn't what it used
to be. It's better if I wait for the right time..." He heard the
chorus of their special song and sung along to her..."and I only
have eyes...for you..." He inched towards her and took her into
his arms. "May I have this dance?" She pushed her arms up around
his neck as he lifted her off the floor.

"Ooh...I love it when you do this..." she said, almost
breathless.

"I know." He tightened the embrace and kissed her. They floated
in synch with the music for several minutes. When the song ended,
she realized they had drifted into the bedroom.

"Clark...you better dance us back to the living room. I worked
hard on that dinner. I better check on it or it will burn."

"You better check on me first. I think I've developed a bit of a
fever..."

Lois smiled and placed her hand on his forehead. "You do feel a
little warm. Now what was it Dad always said? Starve a cold and
feed a fever or was it feed a cold and starve a fever?"

"It's definitely feed a fever," he said, nuzzling the side of her
neck.

"I think your right...let's eat."

He looked up at her and grinned. "Walked right into that one,
didn't I." With that, he floated them back into the kitchen to
sample the latest 'Adventures in Cooking' creation by Lois.

Lois really had worked hard to make it a perfect evening. She
knew she wanted to make something special, but her usual
creations left a lot to be desired. She decided that this would
be one meal that didn't end with a visit from the fire department
or was announced by what Clark had begun to call 'Lois' kitchen
timer'...the smoke alarm. She finally swallowed her pride and
sought out the assistance of the ladies at Clark's favorite
gourmet shop. They all loved Clark because of his skill and
daring in the kitchen and often swapped recipes with him of
dishes he had discovered in his travels. She had gone with him to
the shop on several occasions and he had let her abilities in the
kitchen *slip*. They had taken her on as a special project to
surprise Clark. She had wanted to make a special Chinese dish,
but they all agreed that that might be a bit too much to tackle.
After many discussions of possible menus, they finally decided on
Cornish game hens...simple, but delicious. They even managed to
find a wonderful cookbook for her with lots of pictures.

Lois was watching Clark finish up his second helping of potatoes
when he put down his fork and announced, "I am stuffed. Lois,
that was wonderful."

"Thank you for not acting surprised this time." Lois got up,
walked over to the couch and pulled out a present from beneath
it. Walking back over to the table, she handed it to Clark. "Now
I know it's not officially our anniversary, but I wanted to give
you this tonight."

"Oh...Lois, I won't have your gift until tomorrow."

"That's okay. You can tell me what it is now if you want."

"No way."

"Okay, okay...well, go ahead...open it." Clark began opening the
package very carefully, trying to preserve the bow. He saw Lois
beginning to fidget. He knew she couldn't even stand the anxiety
of waiting for others to open gifts. The anticipation drove her
crazy.

"Clark...just open it...I hate it when you do that..."

He laughed at her impatience. 'I know,' he thought and tore into
the package to end her suspense. Inside the box, he found a white
striped dress shirt.

"It's to replace the one I ruined with the champagne."

He laughed and looked up at her. "Thanks! And thanks for dinner.
It was incredible. Maybe Mom will make a world class chef out of
you yet."

She smiled at him. He was amazing. He would actually be happy
with dinner and the shirt. He *was* a boy scout...but, thank God,
he was *her* boy scout. "Look in the pocket."

"What?"

"In the pocket of the shirt, lunkhead."

He pulled back the tissue paper in the box and looked in the
breast pocket of the shirt. He pulled out two tickets and looked
up at her. "Pearl Jam, Lois...front row?".

"I have a few connections. And this time, you and I are going and
not Jimmy."

"You're on!"

Lois reached down and placed her hand on his forehead. "Now,
about that fever..."

"Oh, it's gotten much worse."

"We better get you straight to bed..."

***

Clark lay perfectly still, just holding Lois and watching her
sleep. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine it could be
like this. Could other people feel this way? He had watched his
parents over the years, noticing the simple gestures and looks
they shared. The evening walks they would take, hand-in-hand,
when they thought he was asleep. He suddenly understood them
completely. He had found with Lois what they had always shared.
The unconditional love they had given him growing up, and gave to
one another, he now shared with Lois. He treasured every second
of their time alone together. Even after spending all day working
side-by-side, he counted the minutes until they were back at home
alone, together.

He said a silent *thank you* prayer and watched as the numbers on
the clock finally displayed 12:00am. He leaned down and whispered
in her ear, "Lois, are you ready for your gift? It's officially
our anniversary."

Her eyes opened, but were still heavy with sleep. Finally, what
he said registered. "Yes..." He couldn't help but laugh at her
enthusiasm. She looked like a little kid at Christmas who's just
seen what Santa brought. She inched her way up in his arms.
"Where is it?" she asked, curiosity starting to get the best of
her.

"Where is right."

"What?"

"We have to go to your gift."

"Clark, is this that Abbott and Costello routine? I'm lost..."

Clark laughed and leaned down to kiss her. "No. We have to *go*
to your gift. So, get up, get dressed and pack."

"Pack...oh boy...where are we going?"

"Well, I could *tell* you but that would ruin the
*surpriiiise*..."

"Well, how will I know what to pack?"

"Let’s just say...clothing is optional...anything else you want
to take is up to you."

"Have I ever been there before?"

"Maybe..."

"A year ago..."

"Possibly...and that's all of the hints you get."

"Oh, Clark..." She reached up and began showering him with
kisses. "You are the greatest," she said as she jumped out of bed
and began furiously throwing things into a suitcase. Clark just
laid there and watched. After a few minutes, she turned to him
and declared, "I'm ready."

"Uh, Lois..." he said, smiling at her. "Aren't you forgetting
something?"

She looked down at the suitcase and suddenly realized that she
had forgotten the *get dressed* portion of his instructions. She
blushed, but recovered quickly. "You said clothing was
optional."

He got up and kissed her, still laughing. "I meant once we *got*
there." He spun around and pulled on the suit.

"That is so unfair..." she said, as she turned and walked towards
the bathroom. He heard her mutter under her breath, "God must be
a man. It only takes him minutes to get dressed anyway...I should
be the one who can do that..."

***

"Clark, can I open them now?"

"Okay..." Clark answered.

She looked around and realized they were in the villa on the
private island where they spent their honeymoon. "Oh, Clark. I
can't believe you did this."

"Superman worked it out so we could come here for all of our
anniversaries."

"This place still feels like a fairy tale. It's so hard to
believe it's real...and it was just a year ago."

They just stood there, silently locked in an embrace, staring
into each others' eyes. Memories of their honeymoon came flooding
back. Those same emotions they felt that first time...fear,
exhilaration, passion, love...were washing over them again. Clark
gently bent down and scooped Lois up into his arms, their lips
joining as he slowly carried her to the bedroom.

"Do you want your gift now or later, Lois?" he whispered into her
lips.

"Ooh...that depends on what it is..." she whispered, nuzzling his
neck.

He gently set her down in the doorway. "Maybe we better save that
gift for later. Come with me." He took her hand and led her into
the room. Laying in the center of the bed was a huge white box
with a big red bow.

Lois screamed out like a little girl, "My gift!" She climbed up
on the bed and crawled over to the box. "Can I open it now?"

Clark just laughed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes, you
may."

She began to pull off the bow, but saw the card underneath it.
Clark was really good at picking out cards. He always managed to
find one that made her heart skip a beat. She tore into the
envelope and read the card. There was a simple bouquet of red
roses on the front and a touching poem about marriage inside. He
had added his own sentiment at the bottom: 'Lois, before I met
you, I wondered if I would ever fit in anywhere in this world.
From the first moment I saw you, I knew where I belonged. Thank
you for the best year of my life...Love, Clark.' As she read his
words, tears began to well up in her eyes. She leaned over to him
and gave him a kiss.

"Thank *you*," she said breathlessly. She tried to regain her
composure while she focused on unwrapping her gift. She struggled
for several minutes with trying to untie the bow. It was tied
tightly around the box and all attempts to remove it so far had
failed. She looked over at Clark who was sitting back with a huge
grin. "You are enjoying this entirely too much. Is this all part
of your plan?"

"No, but it's quite entertaining. Would you like some help?"

"No...I can do it." She turned and returned to her work. She gave
up trying to untie the ribbon and began trying to pull it off at
the sides. After a few more minutes, she finally managed to
remove it. "Success!" she screamed, and tore into the package,
wrapping paper falling all about the room. She opened the box and
pulled out the tissue paper covering the gift. When she saw what
was inside, she stood still in utter amazement. Staring back at
her from the box was a framed watercolor print of the view from
where she was standing.

She had taken a picture of the view just before they left from
their honeymoon. She told Clark she wanted to remember the
closest place to heaven on earth she could imagine. She framed it
and placed it on the headboard of their bed, next to their
wedding portrait. It was her daily reminder of their special time
together.

"Oh, Clark...it's...it's incredible!" She looked back and forth
between the print and the view from the window. "How?"

"Well, I told you Superman made arrangements with the man who
owns this island for his good friends Lois and Clark to spend
their honeymoon here. He offered it to me any time I wanted after
I saved his daughter from a typhoon. I realized it was the
perfect place for our honeymoon. He told Superman to tell his
friends to come back for their anniversaries. I planned on
bringing you back then. When you explained to me what the picture
meant to you, I knew the painting was the perfect gift for our
anniversary. I had the picture enlarged and found an artist to
paint it for you. You know, she actually managed to capture the
beauty of this place."

"How long have you had it?"

"Well, I found an artist and had her start on it eight or nine
months ago. When she finished it, I hid it in Mom and Dad's
attic. It was the only place I could think of where you wouldn't
find it."

"But Perry...and your Mom?"

"I knew you would get the truth out of Perry, so I decided to
tell him something that would throw you off track. I hid the
print at Mom and Dad's, but didn't tell them. Thank God they
don't go up in the attic very often."

"You are such a sneak!"

He moved over to her and looked over her shoulder. "Do you like
it?"

"Are you kidding?" She placed the print on the bed and turned
around in his arms. "I love you. It's... It's..."

'Finally!' Clark thought, as he drew her into his arms once
again. 'Lois is speechless.'

Lois had tried to explain to Clark why this place, the picture,
meant so much to her. It had struck her one morning as she lay in
Clarks arms, watching him sleep, feeling his heartbeat against
hers. The island would always be special because of what they
shared that first night, but it meant so much more than that.

It was a private island. That was the best description she could
think of for the two of them. They had both spent their whole
lives building walls to protect themselves; Lois, to avoid the
pain she felt as a child and Clark to keep his secret safe. They
had both done such a good job of building walls that they almost
missed each other in the process. But now, together, they had
become an island unto themselves, protecting one another. By his
gift, she knew he understood.

She pulled back and gazed into his eyes. "I have one more gift
for you." Moving over to her suitcase, she pulled out a small
package. It was wrapped very simply, with a card on top that was
almost larger than the gift. She climbed back onto the bed and
handed it to him.

Clark took the package and tried to guess what was inside. It was
obvious by the size and feel that it was a book. He opened the
card first and read it. Lois usually chose one of the sarcastic
'Shoebox' cards, but this was one of the cards that could be
personalized. The cover said simply: 'A year ago today you gave
me the most precious gift of my life.' He opened the card and
continued reading: 'Today, I return the favor...Love, Lois.' He
closed the card and looked inquisitively at her. He picked up the
package and shook it. "Hmm....a book. Now what book would you
give me? 'Men are from Krypton and Women are from Venus', 'The
Kryptonian Prophecy' or maybe 'A Fish Called Wanda'?" Lois
punched him in the arm as he opened the package. Seeing the title
of the book, he turned and looked at her. "Lois....are you... are
we...are..."

"Yes, Clark. There's only one thing that only *I* can give you.
I'm pregnant."

"But...how?"

"Now, Clark...you've had a whole year to figure that out..."

"I know...*how*...but when? We were...you were..."

"Remember when you surprised me with a trip to Venice? I wasn't
exactly..."

Lois had managed to return the favor...now he was speechless. It
was something he had always dreamed of, but he never knew was
possible. A million thoughts were flooding his brain. All he
could do was look at Lois in astonishment. Incredibly, Lois
understood.

"Clark, I know you've always wondered if you belonged...if you
were supposed to have a life here. I hope the last year, the last
four years, have proven that you do. But now, our child truly
links you to Earth."

"No, Lois, you do that. Your love is what makes me human. Our
child links us to each other and the future." He was still
dumbfounded and trying to make sense of it all. "How long have
you known?"

"I suspected it for a week or so. I couldn't believe it. I took
about three of those home tests and they all came out positive. I
had it confirmed earlier this week. It almost killed me trying to
wait until tonight to tell you.

"Lois, are you happy about this? I mean, I know we hadn't planned
on having kids so soon..."

"Well, I'll admit I was...shocked...at first. Until I met you, I
never dreamed that marriage could be like this. Kids were the
last thing in the world I could picture in my life. Getting to
know you, being loved by you, seeing you with your parents, being
welcomed into your family, I finally realized what being part of
family was truly like. I found myself wanting that for us...that
it wasn't just a fairy tale. I'm thrilled to be having your
child." She leaned over and put her hand on his cheek. "What have
you done to me?"

Once again she left him speechless. When he first met Lois that
fateful day in Perry's office, he never could have dreamed that
the driven career women he fell instantly in love with would one
day open up her heart so freely to him. Or that he could with
her. She somehow expressed all he was feeling and more. "Lois,
I...I..."

"Clark...I know..." She wiped away a tear that had begun falling
down his cheek. "Your eyes say it all." She moved her arms up
around his shoulders and kissed him. As their lips parted, she
looked up at him with a huge grin. "I can't wait to tell your
parents. I can just see Martha's face... There's just one problem
though, Clark. Where do we find a crib with safety straps? Do
your parents have one we can borrow?"

He shook his head and grinned. "Lois, you're amazing!"

"I just hope I can be as good a parent as you will...and the poor
child doesn't starve on my cooking."

Clark laughed, an image of Lois burning bottles and *feeding* the
baby popping into his head. "Oh, Lois, I think the baby will be
fine for a while. Their food doesn't have to be *cooked* for some
time."

His meaning finally registered with Lois. "Oh...Clark...I don't
know if I can do...*that*...I mean I've seen other woman do
it...but..."

He gave her a gentle hug and grinned to himself. "I'm sure we'll
work it all out. Looks like we better find that application for
the Winkie Tink School." He hesitated for a second and then
added, "Who's going to tell Perry?"

They looked at each other and then said simultaneously, "You
can..." They laughed and Lois added, "*WE* will."

Smiling down at her, Clark drew Lois back in to his embrace.
Overcome with joy, Clark placed his hand on Lois' stomach and
whispered into her lips, "Thank you..."

The book Lois had given Clark fell from his lap onto the floor.
He knew the title wasn't accurate in their case. Somehow, they
both knew that no book would be able to tell them what to
expect.

***