She Was Rescued By Superman

The sound of concrete vaporizing beneath hands that can crush mountains, the pop and hiss of steel melting beneath heat vision, the blaring claxon of alarms woke Lois from her delirium of denials and orgasms. She looked up from the chair, tears in her eyes, at the familiar S-shield on the wide muscular chest, the red light dying in those stern eyes, which became once more sky-blue and filled with concern. Without a thought he was by her side, taking off his cape, wrapping her in the cloth to cover her nakedness...and Lois Lane turned her head into his chest and let the tears come as he lifted her up, carrying her in his arms as though she was no more than a kitten.

There were police sirens. Doors slammed shut. Screams. They stepped into an alley, the cool night air of Metropolis on Lois Lane's skin. She snuggled into the cape, which smelled so much of him.

"Lois," he said. "Do you want to go to the hospital or..."

"Home," she said. "Please. Just...take me home."

Up into the air. Lois felt something trickle down between her legs. She wept harder. Shame burned in her. What she had done...what she had let happen...

Minutes later, Superman's boots landed on a balcony. A glass door slid open. Lois looked up, puffy-eyed and sniffling...and then, suddenly, her eyes went wide.

This wasn't her home.

It was his.

A small, fastidiously neat bachelor's apartment. Football awards. Degrees framed on the wall, and newspaper articles—Clark Kent's first article, the one that had gotten him the job at the Daily Planet. A picture of Lois and Clark at the office Christmas party that she had half-forgotten about, next to a picture of Clark and his parents...a painting of a Kansas farm with ripe rows of corn...

Lois looked up at him now. Pictured that face with glasses on.

"Oh," she said. "It's you."

Her face scrunched up as it hit her again. The weight of what she allowed to happen. She was carrying Lex Luthor's baby.

"I'm sorry..." she sobbed.

Superman...Clark Kent...sat down on the bed, cradling her close.

"When you can talk about it," he said, gently. "I'll listen."

She sniffed. Slowly, hesitantly, she started to talk...from the beginning, like a reporter learned to tell a story. Giving out details she hadn't known that she had noticed. Feeling the warmth emanating from his chest, his muscles. So strong, and yet so gentle. How could she not have fallen for him? How could any woman? It made her heartache all the more as she got to the part where the sperm donor had been revealed.

The Man of Steel said nothing. Not until Lois had finished. She sniffled again, a little more together now. It must have been the trauma of the situation that made the normally iron-willed reporter break down like that. A part of her was still worried about what he would say...Clark would be kind about it, of course, but she had to have hurt him with that story. She was pregnant by his worst enemy!

"Lois," he said finally, in a voice choked with emotion, "I have to tell you..."