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Déjà Vu: Chapter 22: Tell All

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Déjà Vu

 

Chapter 22:  Tell All

 

“Um… hi, honey.” Those seemed to be the only words she could manage at this moment, considering she could still feel the lingering touch of Clark’s hands on her body. Thank goodness for the rain still pelting her – otherwise she would have needed an ice cold shower. She tried to come up with something as she walked back into the living room. A pool of rainwater began collecting at her feet, but she didn’t pay it much attention. “Did we wake you?”

 

Clark slipped past her, heading for the hallway, perhaps to get her a towel or a robe.

 

The surprise on Jason’s face faded slightly.  “The storm was loud.  But then I heard someone talking outside my window…” A flash of annoyance flickered in his blue eyes.  “Mommy… you aren’t… checking up on me, are you?”  He scowled adorably, a mirror image of her own frown, and continued.  “I am five-years old now.  Almost six!”

 

She knelt down in front of him and trying not to laugh, assured him gently, “No, of course not, sweetheart.  I knew you’d be safe with Mister Clark.”  She struggled to keep her face composed while she speedily tried to make up a plausible excuse.  “No, we, um… I was just here to…”

 

Clark came back into the room, and finished for her, while handing her a large, fluffy towel, “Your mommy and I have a lot to discuss with the story we’re working on for the newspaper.”  Well, it was not the best excuse, but maybe Jason’s five-year old mind would accept it…

 

Jason titled his head slightly, and the frown deepened.  “Where’s Daddy?  I thought you had a ‘date.’”

 

Lois stood and began toweling her hair off.  “Our date is over, Jason.” More than that is over, but the middle of the night is not the time to spring this on him!  She experienced a moment of thankfulness that the towel and hair hanging around her face hid her agonized expression from him. “Plus, Daddy is not working on this story this time.  Uncle Perry put Mister Clark and me on this together.” 

 

She suddenly noticed that Clark was still standing there, dripping wet.  Lois gave his plastered bedclothes another languid glance.  His thin, clinging t-shirt and flannel bottoms were leaving very little to the imagination… Snap out of it, Lane!  Your very curious little boy is standing right here!  “Don’t you need to get out of those?”

 

Clark blushed shyly at her unintentional double-entendre.  “Well, that towel there is the last clean one… I haven’t had time to do the laundry… all I have left are dish towels.”  He looked down at his feet.  “I’ll be fine.”

 

It took every ounce of determination she had to hand the towel she was using back to him.  “Here.  Use this one. It’s still dry enough.”

 

As he took it from her gratefully, Jason piped up, totally unaware of the sexually charged atmosphere in the room, “Why were you guys standing in the rain?  You always tell me not to do that, Mommy.”  He gave her a disapproving look, very similar to the ones she had given him a million times.  But suddenly, a different sort of explanation must have come to him.  “Unless… was he… helping you, Mommy?”

 

Her mind wandered for an instant again.  Yes, he was helping me all right… God, everyone needs to get to bed before I lose it!  She amended mentally, To their own beds!

 

Clark spoke quickly and shook his head at Jason, a note of alarm in his voice.  “No, Jason.  The rain just caught us off guard.” Clark’s eyes were wide.  Was he afraid Jason would intuit that there was a lot more going on here?

 

She tried to help it along.  “Let’s all go back to bed, okay?  I think the worst of the storm is over.  We can talk more in the morning.”  Lois leaned over and kissed Jason on the cheek.  “You’ve got school tomorrow, and I don’t want your teachers to tell me you fell asleep in class!” She smiled, and teased gently, “Again.”

 

He smiled finally, and gave her a kiss in return.  “Okay, Mommy.  Goodnight, Mister Clark.”  He granted an even wider smile to his babysitter.  “I had fun tonight.”  He held out his arms for a hug.

 

Clark gave him a quick hug, careful not to get Jason wet, and murmured, “Me too.”  He winked at Jason, who giggled.  Wow, Lois thought. They must have really bonded tonight…

 

When Jason was safely behind the closed door of the spare room, Clark turned to her again, worry painting his expression.  “Lois, there’s something you—”

 

She cut him off.  “Whatever it is, can it wait?”  She needed to get some sleep, and the longer she spent around Clark, looking like that, the harder it was going to be.  “We should have plenty of time tomorrow.”

 

Her firm look must have persuaded him.  “All right, Lois.  Until tomorrow.”  He stepped close to her, and placed a chaste kiss on her parted lips.  Even that little taste was absolutely intoxicating.  Pulling away reluctantly, he added, “I’ll get you a dry shirt.  Unless you want me to…” Clark trailed his gaze from head to foot, mimicking the way he had warmed her with his heat vision in the Fortress.

 

Her throat nearly closed up, and she choked out, “No!  I mean, a dry shirt will be fine.”  Lord in heaven, if he did that, how would I ever sleep??

 

He nodded, a gleam in his eye.  The man couldn’t read minds, but that one look told her he understood her reasoning.  He quietly left the room, and she let out a heavy breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

 

What a long night it was going to be…

 

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Lois opened her eyes to dim light filtering through the vertical blinds.  Somehow she had finally drifted off.  The dreams she had experienced, though vivid, were already slipping away from her.  All she could remember was a wash of silver…

 

She realized that it wasn’t the light that had awakened her.  She could hear the sound of sizzling, and the smell of home cooking filled her nostrils.  Sitting up on her elbows, she could now see Clark, dressed in a different set of pajamas, thankfully this time with a robe over it, standing at the stovetop.  He was facing her, the counter and kitchen table between them, but he was looking down at what he was doing instead of up at her.

 

She took that moment to observe him.  His hair was still mussed from sleeping, and he wore his bedclothes with an easy grace that was difficult to describe.  Considering she had really mostly seen him in either tight-fitting spandex or ill-fitting suits, this was a very nice change.  He was humming softly as he worked to make them breakfast.

 

Then a small grin spread across his face, and Lois realized that maybe he hadn’t been completely unaware that she was now awake.  “Good morning,” he said in a pleasant rumble, not looking up.  “How do you like your eggs?”

 

She sat up, and stretched.  “Over-hard,” she answered, throwing back the covers.  “You can cook, too?”

 

He finally looked straight at her, and melted her with his azure gaze.  “Mrs. Kent raised her boy right.  She always told me that ‘Everything worth doing is worth doing well.’  Cooking was no exception.”

 

My, oh, my.  Lois stood and stretched again, then padded quietly to the table.  Another oversized robe was waiting for her across an armchair, and she snagged it on the way past.  Slipping her arms through the wide sleeves, Lois stopped dead on seeing the table.  A feast for at least ten people was laid out: coffee, croissants, fruit, juice, bacon, sausage, and a tall stack of…

 

“Blueberry pancakes!” Jason called out delightedly as he entered the room.  “You remembered!”

 

“How could I forget?” Clark said with a laugh.  “You only mentioned it about twenty times yesterday.”

 

Richard was a pretty good cook, which had been useful considering Lois had no talent for it whatsoever, but to have another man excel at it, too?  She slid a chair out, and sat at the table beside Jason, who was already helping himself. “So were you expecting the whole office over today?” she teased.

 

He came around the corner of the countertop and slid her eggs from the pan to her plate.  “I didn’t know what you might like to eat for breakfast, so I thought, better safe than sorry.”

 

“Well, thank you.  I usually don’t eat more than an energy bar and a tall coffee… but it’s nice every once in a…”  A thought struck her, and she turned frantically toward Jason, who was already stuffing his mouth with a large piece of blueberry pancake.  “Jason!” she shouted, almost knocking over the cup of coffee beside her plate in her haste to stop him.

 

Her son swallowed, and smiled broadly.  “It’s okay, Mommy.  I’m not allergic anymore.”

 

“What?” she said shakily, still expecting Jason to go into anaphylactic shock at any moment.

 

Clark was at her shoulder, trying to steady her.  “We tried several different kinds of foods last night, Lois.  I think he’s… outgrown his food allergies.”

 

“Isn’t it great?” Jason said happily.  "I tried peanut butter, and ice cream, and hamburger, and…” He went on with a long list, which generally went over Lois’ head in her astonishment. 

 

She turned her furious eyes on Clark, who gave her a pleading look.  “I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try.”  He added much more softly, “Don’t be mad, Lois… I knew I could get him help if anything bad happened.  I was monitoring him closely.”

 

For some reason, though she should be livid, her flash of fear and anger subsided.  After all, this was exactly why she needed Clark’s help with Jason now.  His body must be changing, and who better to determine that than his father?

 

Jason finished his incredible list of new foods he’d tried, and put another bite of pancake in his mouth, closing his eyes with pleasure at the taste.  “Mm.  These are good,” he said, food obscuring his words.

 

Lois couldn’t even correct his table manners; she was just amazed that this period of her son’s life was over.  Would he no longer need his medicines either?  She helped herself to a pancake, drizzled a little syrup over the top, and cut a triangle out to place in her mouth.  The instant it touched her taste buds, the fluffy pancake melted in her mouth, and a still-crisp blueberry burst open, coating her tongue with sweetness.  “Oh, my God, Clark… these are sensational!”

 

Sitting in the chair across from her, he smiled proudly.  “If you think these are good, you should taste my mother’s pancakes.”  He took a sip of coffee.  “I learned from the best.”

 

Thank goodness one of us can cook… she thought, still savoring the taste of the pancake.  But I’m going to have to watch my weight even more closely!

 

Jason dug into his breakfast with gusto, sampling everything on the table. Clark and Lois ate in silence, observing each other longingly across the table.  He was so damn sexy, sitting there with a contented smile, his family around him at last.  Even if it wasn’t official yet, she knew he must be enjoying every stolen moment.

 

He broke the intense eye contact, glancing over at Jason again, and seemed to remember something.  “Uh, Lois… I need to tell you something…” His eyes dropped and it looked like he was gathering his courage.  “Last night…”

 

She jerked her head toward their five-year old, who was deeply interested in cutting a link of sausage apart.  What could he be thinking?  Jason is right here!  “Yes?” she said sweetly, hoping he would get the hint.

 

Clark shook his head slightly, indicating that what he was going to say was fit for Jason’s ears.  “Last night, Jason and I…”  But he suddenly stiffened, back straightening, half-rising from his chair.  It was a look she was learning well, the ‘I-have-to-go-save-someone’ look.  “I… I need to—”

 

“Go to the grocery store?” she supplied quickly.  “You must have used up most of your refrigerator preparing this feast.”

 

Clark looked back and forth strangely between Jason and Lois, trying to decide what to do. 

 

“No, Mommy.  He probably just needs to go help someone,” Jason said with incredible nonchalance.

 

Lois’ mouth dropped open.  She looked at her son, who had said the words completely matter-of-factly, over to his father, who was smiling awkwardly, almost fearfully.

 

“What?” Jason said, not understanding what was passing between the adults.  “Mister Clark, I thought you said that Mommy knew?”

 

She recovered enough to say, “I do…”  Then she pierced Clark with a frosty ‘we're-going-to-have-words-about-this-mister’ kind of look, and said, “Go!”  She shooed him with an impatient wave of her wrist. 

 

He smiled apologetically, and started to head for the bedroom.  Then he seemed to decide that was unnecessary.  In a blur of color, he was standing before them in his red and blue uniform.  Even annoyed as she was, his rapid transformation took her breath away.  He nodded regally once, and was suddenly gone, vertical blinds rattling in his wake.  Amazingly, the sliding glass door was shut behind him, though the plants on the balcony were swaying with the sudden breeze.

 

Jason was smiling widely again.  He seemed completely unfazed by the huge revelation that must have occurred between them last night.  “Isn’t that cool?”

 

He had certainly not inherited that calm acceptance from her.  She sighed, only able to nod.  Last night had been momentous for all of them, it seemed!  “How… How did you find out?” she asked, trying not to seem upset.

 

“Oh… I asked him,” Jason said with a shrug and a swig of milk.

 

“You… asked him?” she said incredulously.  “And he told you?  Just like that?”

 

He thought for a moment.  “He didn’t want to… but then I told him about the time at your work, where I saw him standing next to a picture of Superman on TV.  He looked exactly the same, just with glasses and different clothes.”

 

Lois smirked a little.  Leave it to her own son to see through Clark’s façade before any of the adults around him.

 

“But there were a few times it didn’t make sense.  Like… why did everybody else think he was just Clark?  And how could he save himself?”  Jason got a proud grin on his face as he finished, “And so I asked him ‘Are you Superman?’ again.  And he can’t lie, so he had to tell me.”

 

Lois didn’t know how to feel.  Should she be annoyed that Clark had told the truth of his identity so easily to their son, an innocent child, while he guarded it so carefully from everyone else?  Or should she feel touched that Clark was finally able to be honest with his own flesh and blood? Or should she feel proud that her little investigative reporter had figured it out?  Or worried that Jason would share what he knew with the wrong person?

 

She decided that she felt a little bit of all of these emotions.  “What else did he tell you?”  With Clark gone, Jason was her only source of information, even if the story was going to be a little one-sided.

 

“He told me… um… that Superman was his job, kind of like being a reporter is his other job.  People wouldn’t understand that he needs to do both.  Oh… and don’t tell anyone, ‘cause only you know about it, Mommy.”

 

“And what about Daddy?” she asked in a very serious tone.

 

“He said not anyone, not even Daddy.  It’s very important to keep it just between us.  You, me and Mister Clark.”  He frowned for a moment.  “Why can’t we tell Daddy?”

 

He looked so puzzled, so uncomprehending.  Why they couldn’t tell Richard, the full truth, suddenly pressed strongly on her heart.  Jason needed to know what was going on… but to tell him, right here, right now, on a Friday morning before he went to school… “Your daddy and I have split up.  We won’t be living together anymore.  And guess what?  I’m in love with your real father, who happens to be Superman.  So now you can kinda see why all these strange things are happening to you?  Anyway, have a good day at school!”   No mother could be so cruel as to do that to her son and then kiss him goodbye for the day. 

 

She and Richard needed to figure out where they stood, and try to break the news to him gently.  And the whole Superman issue would open a huge can of worms.  Kryptonite-infested worms.  It would take two seconds – less – for Richard to figure out what was going on if Jason so much as breathed the news about Clark being Superman.  Oh, God…

 

But she had to tell him some reason.  And a reason closest to the truth was best.  “We can’t tell Daddy… yet.  This is Mister Clark’s secret to tell.  He gets to decide when we tell Daddy.  Not me, not you.  Okay?”

She could see Jason puzzle that out in his child’s mind and come to a decision. “Okay, Mommy.  But I hope he tells Daddy soon.” 

 

Lois nodded once, but didn’t speak. She was afraid she might say the wrong thing.

 

During their conversation, Jason had finished everything on his plate. He set his fork down and bounced a little on his chair.  “Do you know what the coolest part of last night was?  Mister Clark… I mean, Superman… took me flying!”

 

Flying? Her eyebrows rose. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t been around to ask, to consult…

 

Jason continued excitedly.  “It was great!  He took me all over Metropolis!  To the ocean, over the trees, up to the top of the highest buildings!” At her slight grimace, he tried to assure her, “Don’t worry, Mommy!  He was very careful.  He said, ‘Your mom will kill me if I let you fall.’” Jason giggled. 

 

Got that right, Clark…and you know that only I know where I buried that kryptonite, don’t you?  But Lois couldn’t be that unfair to him, even in her thoughts.  Jason was his son as much as hers, and he loved Jason with an intensity equal to the love he had for her, if not more.  He would never let any harm come to the boy.

 

“He was right, kiddo.”  She ruffled his unruly hair, causing him to giggle harder.  Then she asked him honestly, “Did he tell you that he’s taken me flying a few times?”  She could completely understand his excitement.

 

“Yeah.  That’s why I knew everything would be okay.”

 

Lois smiled.  Of course it was okay.  “What else did you do?”

 

“We talked about a lot of stuff.   He told me that when he was a little boy, he didn’t understand why he was different.  Why he could do things no one else could.  But his mommy and daddy told him he was special… and that they loved him very much.”  He looked into her eyes, expression the very picture of Clark’s.  “Just like what you said, Mommy.  Mist—Superman thinks I’m special, too.”

 

It was all she could do not to cry.  She pulled him into a warm hug.  “You are, Jason.  You are very special.  Don’t you ever forget that.”

 

Into her chest, Jason said, “He said he was going to help me, just like you said he would.”

 

Lois suddenly had a thought.  “Would you like to stay another night here?  Mister Clark and I still have a lot of work to do, and it will be easier if we all stay over again.”

 

He pulled away and nodded up at her eagerly.  “But what about Daddy?”

 

“You’ll see him on the weekend.  I promise.  Now run along and get dressed… we’ve got to get you to school soon.”

 

Jason lightly hopped off of the chair, and practically skipped into the spare bedroom to change.  She watched him go with a mixture of pain and hope.  He was so happy right now.  So fond of ‘Mister Clark.’  But when he learned about all the changes that were about to happen in his young life…

 

She walked over to her purse, and took out her cell phone, and turned it on.  Thank God she kept a spare set of clothes in the trunk of her car, for those emergencies when a story kept her out overnight.  But she had one more order of business before work. 

 

Flipping open the phone, she looked at the call list.  She selected the number at the top, and punched the Call button.

 

“Hello, Lois?” Richard answered, sounding weary and anxious. “Where the hell are you?”

 
“I’m at Clark’s.  I’m taking Jason to school this morning.”  She conveniently left out the fact that she’d stayed here all night.  “Can you meet me at the Starbucks down the street from the Planet in about an hour?  I owe you an explanation.”

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A/N: So many tidbits of this chapter are due to hilarious/insightful email, ff.net PM and LJ conversations.  Thank you especially to bistyboo1974, coltdancer, alamo_girl80, earlgrayhot, ancarettmark_clark and betty brant.

Next chapter: Chapter 23: Issues

Comments

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witchlight_one
Sep. 4th, 2006 12:56 pm (UTC)
Another fantastic chapter! I really don't know how you keep the quality of your work so very high while posting new chapters so quickly, but I'm grateful for it nonetheless. You have my sincere appreciation, as always, for sharing your gift!
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 01:06 pm (UTC)
I really don't know how you keep the quality of your work so very high while posting new chapters so quickly

Well, I guess if I have thought through what I want to write, and have outlined and discussed it with my betas, then the chapters flow pretty quickly. Usually over a day's time. It may seem fast to you, but I wish I were back to posting every other day again! ;)
bistyboo1974
Sep. 4th, 2006 01:18 pm (UTC)
I was going to start cleaning the house @ 9:00 AM, but then I saw your update, and my good intentions to start housekeeping were shot to hell!

First of all, I'd like to invite Mister Clark over for breakfast tomorrow. Blueberry pancakes are my favorite, and the only thing I ever bother to "cook" for breakfast around here is a bowl of Cap'n Crunch. ;-)

But anyways, let me just say...my jaw dropped to the floor just as Lois's did during this little discourse:

“No, Mommy. He probably just needs to go help someone,” Jason said with incredible nonchalance.

Lois’ mouth dropped open. She looked at her son, who had said the words completely matter-of-factly, over to his father, who was smiling awkwardly, almost fearfully.

“What?” Jason said, not understanding what was passing between the adults. “Mister Clark, I thought you said that Mommy knew?”


Holy cow!

And how does Lois plan to keep Richard out of the loop now that Jason knows the secret? Won't be so easy, I'll wager. I wonder what they'll discuss over raspberry lattes in the next chapter!

I can't wait for an update. Especially since there's another sleepover planned. *giggles* ;-)
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 02:16 pm (UTC)
Housekeeping? What's that? *kicks trash out of the way as she stumbles to get another cup of coffee*

The blueberry pancakes seem to be everyone's favorites! This tidbit is courtesy of betty brant (my primary beta). During the outline phase she wanted to know just exactly what he was cooking, and mentioned that blueberry pancakes were her daughter's favorite... :) I'm with you, I just spread some cream cheese on a bagel for my daughter and that's usually the extent of my breakfast prowess.

And this is for everyone, not necessarily you, bisty: But yes, wasn't it evil of me... you all expected a serious talk with Jason over the split, and I gave you Clark and Jason's night on the town! I've been anxiously awaiting that for literally 7 chapters now.

But really, come on. Who would drop a bombshell like that on their child right before school! He will be told, I promise. Soon.

Lois and Richard's talk WILL be what it promises to be, unless Richard hijacks the chapter again (he does that almost every time).
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ancarett
Sep. 4th, 2006 02:04 pm (UTC)
Wow! That was a great chapter. I can tell, having gotten to the end, that there was a lot of information you got through, but it didn't feel "talky" and stiff. On the contrary, the whole thing felt natural and organic. And very much fun.

Oh, and I give -- you've convinced me that it was worthwhile to let Clark keep on with his cooking!
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 02:19 pm (UTC)
Whew... I'm glad it didn't feel long. And fun was exactly what I was going for! I like to mix the silly and sublime...

Oh, and I second bisty on the cooking - Mister Clark can come fix me breakfast ANY time. (Actually my very own Mister Clark does it quite often...)
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xenokattz
Sep. 4th, 2006 04:06 pm (UTC)
I beleive this might be the first time I've ever reviewed this and for that I heartily apologise. I've enjoyed this story since I discovered it in Metropolisfics.com. You've really made everyone nice and rounded but realistic at the same time. That's what puts all the lovely tension in your story, I think-- I want to cheer for EVERYONE but I know the chances that everyone's going to be happy in the end is very very slim. Unless we beg. Can we beg?

You also write Richard very well which I adore because Richard is my squishy. *LMAO*

I can't wait for the rest of the chapters! Thanks so much for sharing this with us.
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 09:27 pm (UTC)
Well, hey! You're reviewing now! Welcome aboard!

I want to cheer for EVERYONE but I know the chances that everyone's going to be happy in the end is very very slim. Unless we beg. Can we beg?

Um, begging absolutely has promise, but a happy ending for all? Going to say, probably not, because as you know, real life is usually not that way...

You also write Richard very well which I adore because Richard is my squishy. *LMAO*

He's my squishy, too! And although I LOVE LarboUK's Superman Returns II script, I hope they don't do that to Richard in the actual movie sequel.
chickadilly
Sep. 4th, 2006 05:13 pm (UTC)
oh, I want Mr. Clark to come cook me breakfast! XD You wrote it so well I could almost taste those pancakes. :)

I think you covered a lot of territory in this chapter and it flowed naturally. I really enjoyed it.

Mmm. Clark in a wet shirt! XD

*offers to comfort Richard* ;-) I mean, ya know, Clark's obviously taken and all ... ;)
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 09:31 pm (UTC)
Looks like Mister Clark is going to have to schedule himself pretty tightly to cook all of us breakfast. And I don't think Lois will be very happy sharing him either...

But hey, Richard? Up for grabs now. But which one of you lucky ladies will snag him first!?!
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elliania
Sep. 4th, 2006 07:31 pm (UTC)
So sweet! I loved the family portrait in the morming!! Clark & Lois's relationship seem so naturel! And the kiddo is really cute!! No more allergics, that's great!! ^____^
I can't wait for the conversation between Richard and Lois! And what are they going to tell to Jason?! Oh, this fic is so real, I love it!!!
Thanks for this great chapter!
See you soon! lol ;-)
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 09:35 pm (UTC)
Your icon is SO very fitting with this chapter, no?

I am not completely sure how the conversation with Richard and Lois is going to go. As I said earlier, Richard tends to take things his own direction...

:-*
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marwen17
Sep. 4th, 2006 08:49 pm (UTC)
Wow.

Thank god Jason is five otherwise the UST might have fried his brain.

Why do I have this image of Richard standing over Clark with a Kryptonite bar screaming "Who's the daddy now?!"

Powerful stuff. Worth the wait ;)
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 09:41 pm (UTC)
Yes, that's the time before children really understand what those looks between their parents mean. *grin*

Oh, my. I hope he doesn't find any kryptonite. Thank goodness Lois buried that stuff alone!
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therealmarajade
Sep. 4th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC)
Wonderful chapter! I love Jason, you know? But the best part was the HOTTNESS at the beginning - or should I say the wettness? ;)

Can't wait for more! And this is the first time I review here on LJ instead of ff.net! ;)
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 09:46 pm (UTC)
I think we can safely say it was hot AND wet. Hee hee.

But you ARE going to review over there also, right? Please? (Not a review hog at all, really, um, okay, maybe I am...)
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mark_clark
Sep. 4th, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC)
Déjà Vu: Chapter 22: Tell All
Another wonderful chapter, but you already know how I feel about this chapter but I just wanted to say it again for you here. It's nice to see that Jason accepts Clark as Superman and I hope that he'll be just as accepting when he learns that Clark is his father. Plus it was nice to see the whole family together for the first time and I hope to see more of that in the future. I can't wait to see how Lois tells Richard about why she broke up with him and how Clark's secret will play in it.
htbthomas
Sep. 4th, 2006 10:20 pm (UTC)
Re: Déjà Vu: Chapter 22: Tell All
Welcome to LJ, my dear.

I hope you'll get more family time, too! But of course the roller coaster continues next chap!
coltdancer
Sep. 5th, 2006 03:35 am (UTC)
There are posts everywhere that I must review....and I swear, there's not enough time! Why, oh why! did we have to spend the whole weekend jumping from house to house, visiting too many people and returning home exhausted and ill-prepared for the rest of the week? That's what Labor Day is all about, I tell ya...the last-ditch effort to cram summer into the final vestiges of vacation...that's what. ;)

Anyway, this chapter was blessed respit from the time in the car...it gave me something to get me through the last bit and, I must say, completely annhialated all common sense with all the gratuitous Wet!Clark depictions. LORD have mercy (Betty, I love you for all the extra prodding you gave Barb to include ADDITIONAL detail), I think I flew the rest of the way home. LURVELY images. And what's more...after all that glorious mental eye-candy, we got MORE the following morning in pajamas and Sexy!Clark cooking breakfast. The imagery...perfection. Now, I must save comments for other places.

But not before I feel my stomach twist into knots at the thought of how this "talk" at Starbucks will go...hang on friends, the ride's not over yet!
htbthomas
Sep. 5th, 2006 09:43 am (UTC)
That's what Labor Day is all about, I tell ya...the last-ditch effort to cram summer into the final vestiges of vacation...

Or recover from stupid colds. :( But hey, staying in most of the weekend did cause an update to happen, so I guess there's an upside to everything.

Additional detail is what betty brings out of me best! I usually start out with kind of a vague idea of what I want to happen, and then let my mental picture guide me into what to say... but I'm often not as detailed as I should be, and she's good at pointing it out. But I think I'm getting better through her help!
oxy_irony
Sep. 5th, 2006 09:38 pm (UTC)
Great update. Although, I don't think Lois would have the chance to kill Clark if he let Jason drop- he'd kill himself, first. :P
htbthomas
Sep. 6th, 2006 12:07 am (UTC)
You're right about that! It was all a joke, though, and they both know it... and the readers do too! He's Superman. Even if he dropped Jason, he could catch him.

Which then makes me think of a very twisted game of catch... *slaps hand* Bad, Barbara, bad!
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hanyoulover
Sep. 11th, 2006 07:03 pm (UTC)
Wow, i've read all 22 chapters in a just a few hours. I don't know how you do it! Every chapter is so full of comedy, drama, and romance, so much that i couldn't stop reading! I can't wait for the next chapter to be posted.

This has to be the first Superman fic that i've read and actually liked! Your writing is so fresh and inviting! And that's saying something cause as a writer myself i'm very picky about what I read. ;p I'm so happy i stumbled upon your work.

Until next time!
htbthomas
Sep. 11th, 2006 07:32 pm (UTC)
Wow, high praise! The first you've actually liked? If you are interested in hearing my votes for the best of the SR fics, please let me know. Because I think there are some pretty good ones out there - being a writer in the fandom has exposed me to many.

What do you write?
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jij
Mar. 19th, 2007 03:54 pm (UTC)
His hair was still mussed from sleeping, and he wore his bedclothes with an easy grace that was difficult to describe. Considering she had really mostly seen him in either tight-fitting spandex or ill-fitting suits, this was a very nice change.

Mmmmm. That's true, I'd never really thought about how it would feel to see Clark in clothes that flattered him without being a "costume" for the first time. He sounds very, very delicious. :)

The family interactions were a lot of fun in this one! Jason's so great and so on-the-ball--he seemed to be a step ahead of both of them (okay, they were a little distracted...)
htbthomas
Mar. 19th, 2007 07:58 pm (UTC)
Going to tell you a secret... the image I got there was from a lovely "Brandon in PJs" photo - or was that embedded in one of the comments above? Can't remember...

But yes, I've always thought Clark in casual clothing was incredibly sexy. Dean Cain in his T-shirts and jeans, Brandon in that flannel... sigh.

And I tried hard to keep Jason precocious without seeming too old and wise. I hope I succeeded. :)
brdwaybebe
Aug. 1st, 2007 07:02 am (UTC)
“Mommy… you aren’t… checking up on me, are you?” He scowled adorably, a mirror image of her own frown, and continued. “I am five-years old now. Almost six!”


HAHAHA I love Jason. I can almost see him stamping his foot in frustration!



Pulling away reluctantly, he added, “I’ll get you a dry shirt. Unless you want me to…” Clark trailed his gaze from head to foot, mimicking the way he had warmed her with his heat vision in the Fortress.


Oh Clark YOU! SLY DOG!



She took that moment to observe him. His hair was still mussed from sleeping, and he wore his bedclothes with an easy grace that was difficult to describe. Considering she had really mostly seen him in either tight-fitting spandex or ill-fitting suits, this was a very nice change. He was humming softly as he worked to make them breakfast.


Now THAT is a sight to wake up to! But Oh Lord isn't Richard picking Jason up at Clark's ?!?! -bits lip-


He finally looked straight at her, and melted her with his azure gaze. “Mrs. Kent raised her boy right. She always told me that ‘Everything worth doing is worth doing well.’ Cooking was no exception.”


My, oh, my.


You can say that again honey... I have a feeling that philosophy extends beyond egg making....



“No, Mommy. He probably just needs to go help someone,” Jason said with incredible nonchalance.


ROFL!!!!!!!!!! I knew he'd cave HAHAHA When Jason asked if he was "helping her" I knew he had to mean that HAHAHA!! YAY!!!



He smiled apologetically, and started to head for the bedroom. Then he seemed to decide that was unnecessary. In a blur of color, he was standing before them in his red and blue uniform. Even annoyed as she was, his rapid transformation took her breath away. He nodded regally once, and was suddenly gone, vertical blinds rattling in his wake. Amazingly, the sliding glass door was shut behind him, though the plants on the balcony were swaying with the sudden breeze.


Jason was smiling widely again. He seemed completely unfazed by the huge revelation that must have occurred between them last night. “Isn’t that cool?”


-squealing with glee- AHH!!! I LOVE IT!!!! And Jason's reaction!!! I understand wanting to do the reveal this way but you so need to do a one shot of the conversation that the biys had the night before!!! I can only imagne how it went!!!!



“But there were a few times it didn’t make sense. Like… why did everybody else think he was just Clark? And how could he save himself?” Jason got a proud grin on his face as he finished, “And so I asked him ‘Are you Superman?’ again. And he can’t lie, so he had to tell me.”


Have I mentioned I love this kid?



Jason continued excitedly. “It was great! He took me all over Metropolis! To the ocean, over the trees, up to the top of the highest buildings!” At her slight grimace, he tried to assure her, “Don’t worry, Mommy! He was very careful. He said, ‘Your mom will kill me if I let you fall.’” Jason giggled.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EXCELLENT



“I’m at Clark’s. I’m taking Jason to school this morning.” She conveniently left out the fact that she’d stayed here all night. “Can you meet me at the Starbucks down the street from the Planet in about an hour? I owe you an explanation.”


PHEW. I was worried that she'd open the front door and there would be Richard and then no Clark. Oh geez thank goodness!

htbthomas
Aug. 5th, 2007 01:29 am (UTC)
I love Jason. I can almost see him stamping his foot in frustration! -- I tried to make Jason cute but realistic, though sometimes the cute might have won out...

Now THAT is a sight to wake up to! -- You know that picture of Brandon in his PJs? That's the one I was going from. Yummy

I understand wanting to do the reveal this way but you so need to do a one shot of the conversation that the biys had the night before!!! -- Since Jason told so much of it, I'm not sure how new and different it would turn out to be! I might do a short outtake. :)
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