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[supermanpain]

I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. And I plan on finding out what that is.

↠Leave me things for Clark Kent/Kal-El/Supes!

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[amazong]

a more srs one;

[cape]

a happier one;

[cape]

I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL

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[ It's been weeks now since James found himself lying face up in the Arctic, bleeding and terrified and certain he would die. Weeks since he looked up at the impossibly blue eyes of a drifter and believed him when he said he would help him.

James remembers what it felt like, the man's eyes turning from blue to red, his hold gentle but immovable. He has a scar and a blurry picture of Joe walking outside in nothing but a thin shirt; confirmation that his memories are real. That he really met that man and he was really attacked by technology way beyond his understanding.

He also has an article about a government cover-up that has just enough photographic evidence for Perry White not to want his head. No mention of a strange men or a possibly alien spacecraft. In the article, James had called it the largest archeological discovery ever made, and expressed puzzlement over the cover-up. The government had kept quiet, giving it further credibility, but without the possibility for a follow-up, it was a piece most people wouldn't glance twice at.

He tracks Joe down on his own time, interviews people he's worked with, people he's saved, follows the threads back into a small town in Kansas; Clark Joseph Kent, adopted, no siblings.

James finds his mother, and after two ignored calls he shows up at her doorstep. He's a journalist, after all, letting things drop is not among his qualities.

"Your son saved my life, I was hoping to thank him in person." He says at the woman on the doorway, he doesn't have a camera on him, nor a notepad, not even a pen. He wants to make it clear he doesn't want anything from the Kent family.

Martha Kent's eyes are as kind as her son's, but there's a protective fierceness behind them, a wariness of strangers. When he introduces himself, she recognizes his name.

"I'm not here as a reporter," he says. "I really just want to thank him."

She believes him.

He's staying in the single dinky motel in Smallville, trusting Martha when she tells him her son is due for a visit. There isn't much to do in the town, and he shouldn't be taking time off work but he doesn't care, there's something here he needs to do and he's willing to go a round or two with Perry over it.

In the days he's spent in Kansas he's thought he's seen Clark several times, turning a corner or having pie at a diner. He's starting to grow used to being wrong, and also starting to be known as a regular in the small dive bar close to his motel, so when out of the corner of his eye he catches sight of a dark-haired man heading for the stool next to his, he just shakes his head. ]