Superman: An Assault of Honor
“There’s no way- I just don’t believe it,” Lois Lane exclaimed. Clark continued to stare at her uneasily. She didn’t believe me? He thought to himself. How could that be? It was the truth…
“Lois, it may be hard to believe, but I assure you: I am Superman,” he explained once more, this time much more slowly. Lois’ eyes were fixated on his face- she was studying his appearance very closely… Her eyes. He loved her eyes, they were possibly her sexiest feature as the scanned his face; looking for something she didn’t want to see.
“Take off your glasses,” Lois seemed to order. Clark did hesitantly, removing his spectacles and folding them softly before placing them in his breast pocket. Lois continued to study for a moment longer before her mouth slowly dropped wide open, her pouty lips forming a show of shock.
With one swift motion her hand came flying through the air and smacked hard against Clark’s cheek. Of all the possible responses he was expecting this one might have been the last but it wasn’t a total shocker. His face burned slightly but he didn’t say a word as he turned back to Lois.
“You never told me?” she asked in a voice that made Clark feel even worse. It was a mixture of hurt and anger that made Clark want to explain it all… But he didn’t know what to say.
“I’m… I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t!” she screamed. Tears began to run down her face as she came to the painful realization of the situation- her eyeliner smudging. Unlike usual, she made no effort to fix it. She just stared at Clark through her tear-blurred eyes- her beautiful, beautiful eyes, wondering how. How could he have kept this from her?
“How could you have kept this from me?” she gasped after a pause. As Clark slowly began to explain she decided she didn’t want to hear it- she couldn’t deal with this. She had never felt a deeper sense of betrayal- he just seemed to be overflowing with infidelity- he had lied to her, lied to her for all of these years.
She sent her hands flying, slapping away at him. Clark dodged her blows before catching her arms with all of the delicacy he could muster, and he pulled her close as she fought.
“Let me go!” she screamed as she fought against his strong arms.
“It will be okay,” he whispered.
“No! No! It won’t be okay! I hate you Clark! I hate you!” she screamed. She forced her arms away, pushing free from him- the arms he was using to hold her went limp. He couldn’t have held on to her any longer, even if he had wanted to, he just couldn’t bring himself to have the strength. I hate you Clark! I hate you! The words were blaring on repeat- it was all that he could hear. She had fallen to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, but that was only in the corner of his mind. All he could hear was: I hate you Clark! I hate you! He wanted to apologize for causing her this pain- he wanted to tell her he never meant for this to happen. But he couldn’t bring himself to speak- he was frozen.
Clark bolted up in bed screaming. He had heard of people waking up “in a cold sweat”, but had never experienced it until this moment as he desperately panted. It was a dream, Clark, he told himself. Just a dream. Calm down. He laid back again, sighing loudly as he began to relax himself, casually mopping his brow with the sleeve of his pajama top. He was still tired, and still very scared. Calm down Clark: Lois doesn’t know who you are and she doesn’t hate you. Well at least she hasn’t said she hates you…
Clark casually looked at his watch- to see how much time he had to get ready. It was eight-forty. Eight-forty? With the velocity of a speeding bullet Clark flew from his bed to the shower- he was really late.
* * * * *
“Kent! Where the hell have you been?” bellowed Perry White as he came bumbling out of his office. He looked really bad- the man of his early fifties needed to shave desperately, he had bags under his eyes, and he seemed like he’d gained weight, but Clark Kent would wait until latter to clue him in.
“Sorry boss, traffic,” Clark explained meekly.
“Traffic? For god’s sake, you’re more than an hour late. I don’t know why I even keep you around here Kent- you better not be late again!” Perry snapped as Clark followed him into the corner office. “Traffic...” White repeated once more in disdainful disbelief.
Clark entered the room, looking around hopefully for another familiar face to find… Yes, it was Lois. She sat in a chair across from Perry’s desk, in her typical attire, skirt and jacket. Her long, succulent legs were crossed casually and her pouted, ruby lips were wrapped around the “globe” at the top of a Daily Planet pen. Her lovely eyes of gray were staring down at the newspaper in her lap as she studied a crossword puzzle. They shot up at Clark as he walked in. She smiled warmly, reassuring Clark she didn’t hate him. It was a dream, he repeated in his head.
“Hey there, Smallville. Get lost again? You’ve only lived here for like ten years, so it can only be expected,” she chuckled. “Remind me to buy you an alarm clock for your next birthday,”
Clark felt reassured that she was the same old savvy, smart, sarcastic Lois he’d always known, but he only grunted in response as he sulked into his seat opposite Perry, next to Lois.
“What does he want us here for?” Clark whispered softly to Lois.
“Don’t know. I heard he wants us for a big story though- something undercover, I think,” she replied under her breath as Perry sat down. He sipped from a mug of coffee as he sat down, making a face that suggested it might have been cold as he put down the cup.
“You two are two of the best reporters I’ve come across here at the Daily Planet…” he began brusquely. Lois groaned loudly and rolled her eyes disrespectfully.
“C’mon chief- we’re wasting time here. What’s this all about?” she asked. Perry gritted his teeth momentarily.
“Well it goes like this- we’re doing an undercover investigation of LuthorCorp. It seems that our old pal Lex Luthor has been working really hard at something- he’s been missing so much public relations time, well it’s just not like him. We have some insiders at the company who have informed us that he’s using his assets to create something to annihilate Superman. I’ve been looking to nail Luthor all over the front page for quite some time now- and this is it. Our sources charge us a hefty sum every time they squeal, but I’ve gotten you two jobs at LuthorCorp. You two are going undercover and you’re going to get substantial evidence to indicate Luthor as trying to kill Superman. It will be a huge story, and we’ll be the first to break it,” Perry explained with a sigh. He paused for a moment to let it all sink in with Clark and Lois as they stared at him blankly. Lois was the first to speak.
“Wow, it sounds great, chief. The story of a lifetime. I’m sure Smallville here feels the same way, he’s just too choked up in the moment, you know. In awe at being welcomed to the big leagues,” Lois explained with a grin. Clark gave her a quick sneer before turning to Perry.
“I can speak for myself… And it sounds great, boss. I’d be honored to go undercover,” he said sincerely.
Perry smiled. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that. This is strictly confidential though- no one can know, not your families, significant other, not even Jimmy!” White explained. “Once your cover is blown, you’re worthless, and I want this story. I want Luthor to be nailed!” he exclaimed. “I’ve faxed you your itineraries- your new identities, and the place you need to go for your costumes.”
“Costumes?” Clark asked, slightly alarmed.
“Yeah, Smallville- Luthor will identify you and me any day,” Lois explained, slightly exasperated. “Or maybe just me…” she said with a quiet grin. Clark smiled- she did get him better than anyone else.
“This guy is a master of disguise- I know him through a contact in Japan. Wigs, make-up, clothing, the whole kit and caboodle. I want you to see him and report to LuthorCorp as soon as possible- I want this story!” Perry cried. Lois and Clark nodded and got up, heading for the door.
“This is pretty big, eh, Clark? Could be your break!” Lois said as they walked out into the office.
“Yeah. Big,” Clark said with a small amount of shock, excitement, and curiosity.
* * * * *
The posh jet-black limousine pulled around the corner, and the people of Metropolis could just stare in awe as it rolled by them, headed to bigger and better things. It was in what could only be described as superb condition- recently washed and services, the tinted windows reflecting the sharp glow of the sun.
“No. No, I don’t care, I’m moving forward with the project today,” Luthor snarled into his cell phone. One thing Lex Luthor demanded was results, and he didn’t like what he was hearing on the other end of the phone. “Well that’s not my problem. I want you to make something happen then. No I don’t care about that. What?” as Lex continued to ramble into his phone, Mercy chuckled softly.
His phone conversations always seemed the same- she could probably recite what he was going to say before he said it without hearing the other person talking. But this time it wasn’t just another one of his regular business propositions. This was something big. He hadn’t even given her the full story, and when he didn’t give her the full story, it was something big.
“Alright then. Everything’s ready? Perfect. What? Yes, I’ve got my part ready,” Luthor announced. “By then,” he growled as he hung up the phone.
“Where are we going, Lex?” Mercy asked.
“I haven’t told you yet?” he asked, slightly confused.
“Nope. You told me that I was on a need to know basis, and I didn’t need to know yet, and then you picked up your phone and started talk…”
“I get the picture,” Lex snapped, interrupting her. He looked at his watch. They were a little late, but he owned the corporation, so somehow he figured the scientists would let this one slide. “Head to the underground base of LuthorCorp. You know, the one where we developed that buffoon Bizzaro,” Lex told her after a pause.
“What are you developing there?” Mercy asked. She usually tried to seem cool around Lex, but this peaked her curiosity. She knew it had something to do with Lex’s everlasting desire to terminate Superman, but what was he developing now? Some kind of animal? Alien? That lab was one for developing creatures with genetic engineering, so it was highly unlikely that it was some kind of weapon, but…
“You are on a need to know basis, and quite frankly, you don’t need to know,” Lex droned, very uninterested. Ugh, not that excuse again. That was getting really old, really fast.
“Oh c’mon, Lex. You can trust…”
She was cut off again. “Zip it, Mercy. I don’t have time for this. No one who doesn’t have to know knows, and it will stay that way. Just be patient- you’ll find out eventually,” he said coolly, although slightly annoyed.
“Yes, sir,” Mercy grumbled as she drove toward the underground lab.
* * * * *
Kara hauled the immensely heavy wagon loaded down with milk out of the barn, heading for the house. If anyone had seen her it would have been quite suspicious to see the rather petite but well-formed blonde pulling the large wagon, but that was one of the good things about Smallville. No one was near the Kent farm, the closest neighbors residing a couple of miles away. She strained slightly, sweating as she lugged the wagon across the farm trail. Ugh. It was times like this that she was so fed up with farm-life. Farm-life. Life on the farm.
She couldn’t stand it sometimes- she just wanted to get out of here. She loved Ma and Pa Kent, but there was no way she could tolerate this for much longer- milking the cows, walking the beans, husking the corn, feeding the pigs… It was all just a little too much. There were only two more years until she could head off to college- something she was eagerly awaiting.
She continued to lug the milk, when suddenly she stopped and sighed. There was never a bad time to visit Clark in the city… She smiled to herself and put all her strength into it as she pulled the milk truck to the house. It only took her a few minutes, and when she got there she felt relieved. She thought for a moment, her baby blue eyes drifting off into space before without thinking twice, she took off, flying toward Metropolis.
* * * * *
“So what do you think? Am I a blonde?” Lois asked as she placed the wig on her head. She turned to Clark with a reassuring smile; her synthetic blonde locks swirling about as she did. He smiled meekly back.
“Yeah, you look okay,” he murmured.
“I prefer the natural look,” Clark explained. Lois grunted at this.
“Well I like it!” she snapped. “I think that gray looks good on you. And the beard and mustache. It makes you look distinguished,” she thought aloud as she observed Clark’s disguise.
“Distinguished? I look old,” he thought aloud, as he glanced into the mirror on his left. “Although I look more like a scientist, I guess. That’s what we’re really doing this for, huh?”
“No, not me. I’m just trying out a new look,” Lois exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Although you make a good point. I mean, really, how many blonde scientists are out there? I’m guessing not too many. Maybe I should go redhead. What do you think of carrot tops, Clark?” she asked as she began to ramble, fumbling through the rack of wigs.
“I think you look fine the way you are,” Clark smiled.
“Cute Smallville. Thanks for the kind words, but really… What do you think?” Lois said as she propped the copper colored artificial hair on her head. And swirled it around, trying to act naturally.
“It looks okay. It’d go blonde though,”
“You think?” Lois asked as she continued to inspect both of the wigs. “Well if you say so…” the two ace reporters both made their final decisions and headed toward the front. Charlie Tran stood at the front, chewing on a pen nervously. He appeared as though he hadn’t slept in weeks- he was a wreck. Tall for an Asian man- perhaps six feet he stood, coming toward Lois and Clark.
He inspected their disguises, and went through everything with both of them- from the correct make-up components to the right kinds of shoes. Lois listened intently while… Well Clark wasn’t quite as enthused. Either way, the two reporters emerged from the small shop as new people. The blonde Russian scientist with glasses known as Yelena Klebb and her associate the fifty-seven year old British scientist James Brandon made their way toward LexCorp- ready to come out with the story of the century.
Last edited by The Game; 02-19-2002 at 12:10 AM.
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