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[Disclaimer: Clark Kent, etc, are not my property and are used solely for noncommercial purposes.] Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... it's a darn good question. Why DOES Clark Kent disappear every time Supergirl appears? By Jillian Everest Comments appreciated at: JillianEverest -AT- hotmail -dot- com Clark Kent and Lois Lane were walking down the street, discussing their latest story. Clark was dressed in a nicely tailored, very conservative, dark suit. Lois was attired in an attractive pants suit cut to fit her nice figure. Clark's shoes made a solid sound as he took each step, they were just the black dress shoes to go with his boring (excuse me, I should say, his 'conservative') suit. Lois on the other hand might wear a professional pantsuit, but her shoes went click-click as each red high-heeled shoe hit the pavement. Suddenly there was the sound of an explosion and glass shattering. Ahead and across the street the windows of the bank had just blown out. Smoke poured out making a black stain across the sky. A number of men in camouflage fatigues, carrying large rifles, ran around. Some grabbed hostages, some entered the bank, some took up positions covering each other and watching the sky. Clark turned to his partner, "I'll get a photographer. Lois, don't get reckless, you can't get the story if you get killed." He'd learned it was impossible to actually get her to avoid dangerous situations, but he still tried to get her to at least be careful in them. Then he turned on his heel and ran back towards the Daily Planet. Lois was looking at his shoes, thinking about how uncomfortable they must be to try to run in, and noticed that his socks didn't match. There was a dark brown, almost black, one on the right foot, and a dark blue, almost black, one on the left. She paused for two seconds to curse herself. Last night she'd visited Clark, he'd cooked dinner (since she could burn water) and to pay him back she'd finished his laundry. Apparently she hadn't correctly matched his socks. She'd have to apologize to him later. One of the men with guns, a thin man with a jaunty black beret on his head (which none of the other men seemed to be wearing) was yelling orders. Lois slipped a little closer to try to get a quote of what he said. "Get into positions," he yelled, "hurry up, we don't have much time. Get the sappers into the bank to blow the vault. And get those stingers up and watch the sky!" Lois saw that there were several men with shoulder-launched missiles watching the sky intently. 'My God!' she thought, 'they mean business!' Suddenly the stinger armed man she was looking at staggered. When he righted himself Lois saw that his stinger was actually cut in half and his legs were wrapped with heavy electrical cable and tied to the parking meter next to him. He could still move his hands, and from the knees up he looked normal. But with half the length of his weapon lying in the street and his legs tied he was no threat and he wasn't going anywhere. Out of the corner of her eye Lois saw another camouflage wearing man stagger and the same thing happen to him. The man in the black beret was yelling again. "Stay alert! Stingers, watch the sky! Are you set up yet?" While he was talking the other two men armed with stingers met the same fate, with the addition that their hands were tied behind their backs and gags over their mouths. And then...nothing. Nothing happened for the entire next minute. The first events seemed reasonable, but what was causing this delay? The man in the black beret finally screamed, with his eyes still fixed on the sky, "Are you set up and watching the sky?!" A soft, musical voice gave him his answer, "No, they're a little tied up right now." It took a few seconds for it to sink in, but then he spun around and lowered his eyes to street level and looked at Supergirl, who was hovering just a foot above the street, six feet from him. He must have panicked then, because he grabbed for his pistol even though he had to know it was useless. Supergirl let him draw it out, but before he could cock and fire it she had stepped up, grabbed the gun and removed the cylinder leaving useless pieces in his hand. He looked at the remains of his pistol and the fight went out of him. He raised his hands over his head in surrender but glared at her. "How'd you do that? I had men, armed with surface to air missiles, watching the sky ready to slow you down." "I noticed. That's why I wasn't up in the air. I was down at ground level while they were looking over my head. You didn't really think I'd make it easy for you, did you?" The police came over and took all the criminals into custody. The bomb squad took the explosives Supergirl had confiscated while tying up the sappers inside the bank. Supergirl declined praise seeming to think this had been particularly easy and finally flew away south. Lois began interviewing various witnesses to add to her story about the fight. And she started to wonder: where was Clark with that photographer? Clark arrived a few minutes later, puffing, carrying a camera. "You're never going to believe it...all the photographers were out. So I got a camera. But it's already over." "Yes, Clark, that's because important news doesn't wait around for you. You have to be fast! Supergirl didn't even stick around long enough to accept praise OR give an interview. She must have had somewhere to go, usually she talks a little longer after a rescue. We really could have use a quote for the story." "Actually, I saw Supergirl for a few seconds. I didn't really get an interview because she used the time to complain about people praising her courage, when she insists she was never in any danger at all, and praising her compassion, when she considers that as normal as breathing. Since I do consider myself her friend, when we talk I let her complain if that's what she wants to do." Well that was a different story. How did he always get those Supergirl stories? Yes, he said he was her friend, so she would talk to him on occasion when she wouldn't talk to others. But how had he become Supergirl's special friend in the first place, the one she stopped to complain to when she felt the need? And she seemed to visit pretty often because he got those Supergirl stories so frequently. Regardless, he got the story and that was what counted. Wasn't there something else she wanted to say to him? Oh, yes, she wanted to apologize for mis-sorting his socks. "Clark, I'm sorry-" she began, and glanced down at his ankles. There was the dark blue sock on the right and the dark brown on the left... Wait a minute! The blue sock had been on the left foot, she remembered because she had made a mnemonic about the sock matching the blue ink stain in his left shirt pocket. Now they were reversed. How could that be? Clark, meanwhile, had interpreted her silence as being done apologizing for jumping on him for missing the story. "That's OK, Lois, it's isn't much of a quote from Supergirl. We'd better get back to the Planet and write up the story, before Perry starts yelling at us." Lois, her thoughts elsewhere, accompanied him back to the Daily Planet building where she did her normal diligent job of writing a good piece of copy for Perry to edit to pieces with his ever-present blue pencil. But her mind wasn't on it. Her mind was actually elsewhere, wondering all sorts of things, mostly how Clark had managed to exchange his left and right socks. She also wondered, again, how Clark, who was a nice guy but didn't seem to be anything special, had become the special friend of the most powerful woman on the planet. She did hypothesize that it had something to do with Superboy, Supergirl's brother who had left the planet just as Supergirl was arriving. Was it possible that Clark had somehow been Superboy's friend? But if that was true then Clark would know the details of why Superboy had left and never come back, which was the greatest untold story in the world and one Clark had never written. Just before quitting time Lois, arguably the Daily Planet's best investigative reporter and definitely one of the best investigative reporters in the world came up with an explanation. It covered why Clark was Supergirl's best friend, why he only saw her in private when no news was happening, and how he always managed to get that special quote they needed to make the story sing. It might even explain the sudden disappearance of Superboy all those years ago. She just needed to ask Clark one question... After work Lois asked Clark if he'd be interested in getting a pizza and a video and going back to his apartment. He certainly was interested and an hour later they entered Clark's apartment with a large pizza with everything and a video of a romantic comedy they'd both seen before (but had both liked). And Lois had the opportunity to ask the question she'd thought up during working hours. "Clark, why are you Supergirl-" Before she could finish the question Clark had jumped up from the couch (dropping a slice of pizza on the coffee table) and jumped over to her grabbing her shoulders to make sure he had her attention. "No!" he snapped. "That must never be discussed here, do you understand me? Never!" He paused to catch his breath, "if you really want the answer," he said in a very low voice, "then we can go somewhere and I'll answer it. But it must never be discussed anywhere that isn't absolutely secure. Do you want to go somewhere where it can be discussed?" Lois managed to nod yes. Clark released her arms and stepped back. Then he started to spin in place. 1 second, and the blur of the dark suit had changed to vibrant blue. 2 seconds and the shoes (and socks!) were replaced with a red blur. 3 seconds, 4 second, the silhouette of the spinning figure changed, hips widening, chest swelling, and the red blur that would be the cape was added. 5 seconds and the blur of the black hair turned golden. 6 seconds, 7 seconds, 8 seconds, nothing seemed to be changing but the spinning blur persisted. 9 seconds, the blur suddenly stopped and there stood Supergirl. Her blue skirted outfit, red cape, red boots, great legs, and the bold crest across the chest. Her hair was perfect, straight blond that reached almost to her shoulder and was perfectly styled. Her face had just a trace of make up, accenting it rather than trying to cover anything. Lois stared at the face. It was Supergirl's face. She'd seen Clark start to spin, and she saw Supergirl, it should have been the same face. But even knowing that this was Clark dressed as Supergirl she didn't see Clark, she saw Supergirl. Lois did notice some similarities (for instance she noticed that Supergirl and Clark were the same height, allowing for the low heels of Supergirl's boots, she'd never noticed that before) but it was still a great disguise. Supergirl stepped over and wrapped her arms gently around Lois. "We'll be going up fast," she warned. Then they were in the air. Everything had blurred for a few seconds as Supergirl accelerated and changed direction several times. Now they were quite far off the ground and moving pretty fast. But at no time had there been a sensation of motion and even now it was smoother than if they'd been in a plane or helicopter. Lois had flown with Supergirl before on occasion, since Lois was a frequent rescuee, and she'd always enjoyed it. But this time she was a little distracted, trying to adapt to the thought that it was Clark gently holding her up. Lois glanced over and saw that in addition to lipstick Supergirl was also wearing that little smile of pure enjoyment she got when she flew. A minute or so later they slowed near the face of a seemingly vertical cliff face. Lois had seen, off to one side, ski slopes as they'd approached. Supergirl gently deposited Lois in the mouth of a small cave. "Give me a minute to warm up the place," she said. And stood just inside of where Lois was, gazing around at the walls. "Where are we? What are you doing? Is it always this cold here?" asked Lois, shivering from the chill. "We're at my retreat, a little place I go to be alone. Those were the Appalachian Mountains out there, ski country. A place up here would be out of my price range if anyone else could get in here. And I'm warming up the walls with my heat vision. This place doesn't have a thermostat; I don't feel the cold and you're the first person I've ever brought here. ...Lois? I've wanted to bring you here for a long time. I wanted to tell you...but I was afraid. Please, let me explain?" "O.K." said Lois, shivering, "but can me move in a little? I've got a cold draft on my back and I'm not dressed for this." "Oh! Of course, sorry about that," said Supergirl, moving forward. After they had gone ten feet further and turned a corner into another chamber they paused as Supergirl continued to heat the walls. "It takes a little while for the heat to soak into the walls. This is actually very nice...in summer." Her heat vision shot out, lighting several candles around the room. The added light, and the growing warmth, made the cave almost homey. There were bookshelves and paintings against the stone walls. A sofa and easy chairs were scattered about on the stone floor. A couple of throw rugs softened the floor and probably made it warmer. There were two additional doorways visible to either side of a small fireplace, but it was too dark to see where they went. "Lois, may I offer you dinner? I could go get the pizza, I left it at Clark's apartment, or I can cook for you. There aren't many people who can say Supergirl has cooked for them, but I'm actually a good cook." Lois thought Supergirl actually seemed eager to show off her culinary skills. "Sure, if you don't mind the work-" "Great! Right this way to the kitchen," Supergirl said, leading the way through the doorway on the left, pausing just inside to blast the walls with heat vision again and warm up the room. This room was a small, very neat kitchen. Lois thought the major difference between this kitchen and the one in her own apartment was that this one had stone walls and had actually been used. Pots hung on the walls, clean but not polished, they were obviously put to work. Knives, whisks and spatulas were in there appointed places. There was a gas stove with hood and a sink with tap, the only thing missing were electrical gadgets. Supergirl offered a cup of tea. Lois accepted. Supergirl heated the water by staring at it for a few seconds and then handed Lois the steaming mug with the tag of its tea bag hanging over the side. Supergirl darted out and returned a second later with a package of stew meat. (Had she gotten it from Clark's freezer in that short a time?) She put a big pot on the stove to heat up and began peeling vegetables. Lois blinked, and when she opened her eyes again there was a pile of peelings next to the denuded potatoes and carrots and Supergirl had gone on to something involving flour. After a surprisingly short time, before Lois's tea had finished steeping, Supergirl had bread baking in the oven and stew simmering on the stove and could take a break and talk. She zapped a mug of tea for herself and led Lois back to the main room of the cave. Supergirl sat next the fireplace, her body largely lost in the shadows. "Lois, you asked a question before we came here. Are you ready for the answer?" "Yes." Supergirl took a deep breath. "This starts back when I was just a kid. I must have been twelve at the time. I was having a good run as Superboy back then. Someone I respected told me that a person is defined by what they want most but can never have." Lois thought for a minute, decided that what she really wanted but hadn't been able to get was a Pulitzer, and nodded in understanding. "This was really a problem for me," continued the voice in the shadows. "I could have anything. Anything! I was Superboy." There was a pause to let it sink in and Lois had to admit, after a second of thought, that there wasn't anything she could think of that a boy with Superboy's power could want and not get. Just as she was starting to nod in agreement, she was interrupted with one word. "Except..." "Except," continued the voice from the shadows, "family. I was adopted, by a wonderful earth couple who truly loved me and raised me as their own. But I didn't have any real relatives, any blood kin. And no one I could really talk about what I was going though." "After a while I decided that the thing I really missed was the possibility of a sister. Oh, a brother would have been nice. My birth parents, aunts and uncles, distant cousins, they'd all be nice. But what I missed out on having was a sister. For a while I couldn't decide if I'd prefer a little sister, who I could look after, or a big sister who'd sort of be there when I needed her." "When I decided that what I really wanted was a sister I started to figure out exactly what my sister would have been like if I'd had one. I wrote a description of her. I figured out how old she'd be, what she'd look like and even what her birthday was. I drew pictures of her. You've eaten my cooking as Clark. What you don't know is that I learned to cook so I could bake her birthday cake. I had to eat it for her after I baked it so it's fortunate we both prefer chocolate birthday cakes." Lois could just make out the silhouette of Supergirl in the dim light, obviously sitting there waiting for a laugh. She chuckled softly, since it seemed expected, and Supergirl, satisfied, continued with her story. "I even gave her both an earth name and a Kryptonian name-" "What'd you name her?" interrupted Lois. "On earth, Clare. For Krypton I chose Kara, its a little pun." Lois thought for a second, "I don't get the pun." "It's in Kryptonian," explained Supergirl. "In the old form of my language Kara-El means 'sun-beam'. I thought it was pretty." "It is," said Lois. Then she looked at Supergirl for a minute, "it fits. Should I call you that when you're dressed this way?" "I'd like you to call me Kara," she answered, reaching out to tenderly touch Lois's hand. "And it's a lot better than calling me Clark when I'm in uniform." Lois smiled. "Where was I? Oh yeah, I was explaining about my sister. While I preferred writing, which is why I became a journalist, I was also a quite adequate artist. I made a number of pictures of what my sister would look like. And then I even tried my hand at sculpture and made a life size mannequin of her. It came out very nicely if I do say so myself. The problem was that then she needed clothes. After all, you can't leave your sister sitting around nude. So I got clothes for her. Which was a little challenging, though super speed made the purchases less embarrassing. Before you ask, the mannequin was not anatomically correct; please, this was supposed to be my sister." "Those were good days. I had no responsibilities I didn't impose on myself. I was a hero because I wanted to be and I enjoyed it. And then I made the biggest mistake of my young career." The figure in the shadows paused, considering. "In fact, it's still the biggest mistake I've made. It didn't seem like a big mistake at the time, I just rammed head first into a concrete wall. Didn't hurt a bit...didn't hurt me, dented the wall. I was down in Jamaica helping with the aftermath of a hurricane and I was rushing a bit." "I'm invulnerable, even my hair is, but I do shed and when I rammed the wall I lost a hair. That's all! Just losing a hair, but in the wrong place at the wrong time. The reason that was the wrong place and time was because I had a particular enemy in Jamaica who styled himself Baron Samhain. That's a mythical Voodoo practitioner if you want to know. This particular villain does do voodoo but not at the level of the mythical Baron Samhain." "He found that hair. My greatest mistake." Lois gave a quizzical look. "He used it to manufacture a voodoo doll. With the Doll he started to take away my powers. I have a lot of power so it took a long time to take them all away but as he tinkered with his spell I began gradually to lose my powers." "Oh," said Lois. "Then I made an interesting discovery, in a sort of embarrassing manner. I was doing the laundry on my 'sister's' costume, that's the one the mannequin of her wore. I had to clean it every month or so because it tended to get dusty. At the same time I was cleaning my Superboy uniform, because rescues take a real toll on clothing. I figured as long as I was doing one I might as well do the other. I had just finished drying my sister's costume, and was starting on my own, when a rescue came up. Cleaning and drying was taking a little longer because of my intermittently fading powers." "My costume wasn't available but as I stood there thinking about what to do it occurred to me that since my sister's costume was the same color pattern as mine I could wear it, people would just see the colored streak as I moved at super speed, and no one would know. I admit, now, after over a decade of self-examination, that I was rationalizing. I wanted an excuse to wear my sister's costume." "I was almost done with the rescue when I finally noticed something. Everything was going perfect. Not just a good run: my powers hadn't given me a bit of trouble. I was working at full power." "I was so relieved. The problem I'd been having with my powers was over. I went home, dried off my normal costume, put it on figuring I was back in business. And suddenly my powers faded. I was perplexed trying to determine what had changed. It wasn't until the next day that I thought to try changing my costume. Whenever I wore the Supergirl costume I was fine. Anything else and my powers weren't working right. I didn't know about the voodoo spell but I could tell that the disguise worked." "So that is when I decided Superboy had to leave. And Supergirl had to take over." She shrugged. "The rest is history. A little padding, a little makeup, and I've got a perfect disguise to distance me from my alter-ego." "I'm surprised you haven't shredded your costume or melted your, um I was going to say melted your boobs but I guess I should say, melted your padding," commented Lois. "No. The same field that surrounds me and protects passengers when we fly also protects my disguise," explained Supergirl. "And in all this time," Lois had to ask, "no one has seen through you disguise? No has, oh, looked up your skirt and seen a little too much?" "No, they haven't seen through my disguise. If they had then Baron Samhain could cancel my powers in about 5 minutes." She noticed Lois's expression of surprise, "he already has the spell done and my hair. The reason it doesn't work on Supergirl is that he manufactured a doll that looks like Superboy and never knew Supergirl was the same person. He assumes he still needs to get one of her hairs. If he knew then he'd just change the doll a little and 'bam' no more powers." "As for someone seeing up my skirt, do you really think I'm crazy enough to go flying around with nothing more than a skirt between my panties and the rest of the upward looking world?" She leaned forward. "It's an action skirt. There's a pair of shorts sewn into it." "As for the rest of it, besides a nice skirt, some padding for my chest and some makeup for my face...I seem to have the power of being a super-actress." She shrugged. "I can just pull it off and make it look good. ...And of course, no one ever expects it. But you see why it's so important that no one know about me being me?" Lois considered for a second. "I understand. I won't tell. But that question sounded like something a psychologist would help you with." "I've wanted to tell you for a while, but my secret was just to weird. I couldn't bring myself to take the risk and open up to you." "So, you were thinking about telling me," said Lois. "And just how long did you think you could keep it from me?" "Well..." "OK, so you kept the secret from me for, what, a couple of years? I am the best investigative reporter you've ever met," said Lois. "You're also the best friend I ever met. Lois...what is your finding out that I spend my free time like this-" Supergirl paused to run her hands from her shoulders down to her waist, directly over her prominent protuberances, "going to do to our relationship? Worrying about that is the one thing that kept me from telling you, it was never that I didn't trust you to keep my secret. It was just fear that you wouldn't accept my secret." "You're cute when you're embarrassed," answered Lois. Supergirl raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Don't worry about it. I've got some secrets of my own, although nothing quite as surprising as your secret was," said Lois. "Secrets?" Super girl asked. Then she got a far away expression and held up her hand for Lois to stop. Lois started to ask what was happening but Supergirl motioned for silence and continued to sit there. After about ten seconds she suddenly stood up. "Sorry to cut you off Lois, I just heard a call for help. I've got to go make a rescue. Hmmm, since the only way in and out of here is via super express, i.e. me, it isn't safe for me to leave you here. And I can't take you with me without it looking strange. Would you be really offended if I drop you off at the resort town at the bottom of the mountain while I handle this?" "OK, but you could just leave me here until you get back." "Since I made my mistake with the Baron I'm a lot more cautious. Something could go wrong. And I won't leave you trapped here if it does. Besides, if I don't continually sweep the walls with heat vision it's going to go from nice and toasty to brutally cold pretty fast." She picked up Lois for flight. "As a bonus there's a really nice coffee shop in town so you can get a cup of coffee and have a chance to warm up. The next few seconds were exciting as Supergirl flew Lois through the passage out of the cave followed by a beautiful flight over the ski slopes. Lois had just enough time to notice how warm and cozy it was to be carried in Supergirl's arms in spite of the cold air when the alit. Supergirl deposited Lois in an alley of a small resort town and took off again. And suddenly the cold air hit Lois. Lois shivered and quickly stepped out of the alley and into the coffee shop across the street. It was just dusk here and the coffee shop was empty except for the bored cashier. Lois ordered a coffee for herself, and then added another made the way she knew Clark preferred his coffee, to go. The cashier set to work, with what seemed to Lois to be unusual alacrity. She thought perhaps she was just cynical because of the slow service that was the standard in Metropolis. Lois paid for the coffees, but the cashier seemed strangely reluctant to accept the money. After, finally, taking the money and putting it in the cash register she suddenly blurted out a question. "It's for her, isn't it?" she asked, nodding her head at the second Styrofoam cup of coffee. "Her?" asked Lois. "Her," repeated the cashier. She jerked a thumb up as if that would explain things. Lois just looked back quizzically. The cashier spoke in a voice barely above a whisper "Supergirl." Lois stared back, alarmed, but trying unsuccessfully not to show it. "It's OK," reassured the cashier. "We know she has someplace around here she comes to relax. We're very grateful; we get great rescue service when she visits. She's been coming here quite a while. We hear the sonic boom sometimes. And sometimes she sends someone in for coffee. Always happens just after one of the booms, and the person orders a cup, made like that," she jerked her head at the cup again. "Normally she sends in that nice quiet guy. I'm glad she has someone else to talk to. We were getting worried-" She paused, alarmed. "Not that we pry into HER business. But we do occasionally talk, you know, and we worry about out famous and secretive guest. We all think she needs someone else to talk to. I mean that guy she sends in for her coffee, nice guy, but she needs a girl to talk to." Lois looked at the cashier, thought about what she'd said, and relaxed a little. Though there was something to think about there: if Supergirl didn't really have Clark to talk to, then who did she have? The cashier patted Lois's hand. "Just take good care of her, OK?" "I will," promised Lois, picking up a cardboard tray to hold the two coffee cups. "I really will." Then she walked out the door before she gave anything away. Once out on the sidewalk she considered. She thought about the way Supergirl looked in her costume (She made a mental note to ask how Supergirl shaved her legs). She thought that there was something in particular she could do for Supergirl now that she knew she was really Clark. Actually it would be a nice thing to do. Of course there was one obstacle. Then an idea came to her. She looked down the street. Yes, there was a store at the corner that should have what she needed for a gift. She quickly walked down and entered the shop. * * * Lois heard a sonic boom, correctly interpreted it to indicate that Supergirl was back and headed for the alley where she'd been dropped off. She glanced into the dark alley, spotted Supergirl, checked no one was watching, and walked in. "I got you a coffee, I hope you take it the way Clark does." "I do. You even had time to go shopping. I'm sorry it took so long-" "No peaking," Lois quickly, hoping Supergirl hadn't already used her X-ray vision on the opaque bag. "This is a surprise for later, if things work out. Everything taken care of?" "All done. Ready to go back to my place?" "Yes," said Lois, readying herself for the flight back to Supergirl's retreat, and looking forward to it. Supergirl scooped up Lois, gave her a second to get the coffee and package settled comfortably, and then headed skyward. A minute later they set down in the cave and Supergirl gave it a sweep of heat vision to warm it up. Lois fidgeted in center of the room, holding the cardboard cup holder in one hand and her purchase in the other. Supergirl took her cup of coffee and sipped it. She watched Lois and started to worry, was Lois having second thoughts about the revelation? "Lois, is something bothering you?" Lois jumped. "I'm just...trying to figure out the best way to explain something to you." "Do you want to sit down?" Supergirl asked, gesturing at a sofa. "I will if you'll sit next to me," answered Lois. Supergirl smiled, if Lois asked that then she couldn't be too mad at her, but what did she want to explain? Supergirl immediately sat down and put her Styrofoam coffee cup on the table. Lois came over sat next to her and then turned so she was sort of leaning against Supergirl. Supergirl couldn't help smiling at the pleasure of sitting there in contact with Lois. "I'm going to reveal some very personal things. I'd like you to say in advance that everything is off the record." "Lois, I'm really hurt that you'd even feel the need to ask me-" Lois put a finger to Supergirl's lips. "What I'm going to tell you is very personal and potentially embarrassing. I know you wouldn't tell, I just want to make sure you...you know, that you know it." She shifted uneasily in her seat. Supergirl put an arm on Lois's shoulder and Lois smiled at the reassurance, which made Supergirl smile. "I haven't had good luck with men where my love life has been involved. Except for Clark," she quickly added. She settled back down. "What you don't know is just how badly it's been. One man I made love to took the opportunity to steal my breakthrough story, left in the morning without facing me, and trashed my reputation." Supergirl's lips squeezed into a tight line. Lois realized that her friend was outraged for her. She patted Supergirl's hand where it rested on Lois's shoulder, "I'm over it now. The other major male figure in my life was my father, which was also a bad situation." "I know you've told me how you felt you could never satisfy him, you feel you were never good enough to earn his praise-" "It was worse than that. Before I tell you this I want your word that you will leave this to me. I've come to terms, I've settled scores... I want you to promise you will not do ANYTHING about what I am about to tell you." "OK," promised a confused Supergirl. Lois took a deep breath. "As a child my father sexually molested me." Supergirl sat bolt upright, wrath blazing in her eyes. Lois could feel all her friend's muscles tense. And the feel of that restrained power was terrifying. "Remember! You promised not to do anything about that," she reminded her friend. "Lois, that's...unacceptable. To do something like that-" Lois kissed Supergirl on the cheek to quiet her. "Thank you for being outraged for me, but it's in the past and I'm settled with it. I've considered doing some nasty things to him and decided not to demean myself." "I could do some things to him, permanent things, it would just take me a few seconds-" Supergirl began to offer. "No, if I'm going to have anything done to him I'm going to do it myself. It's personal. And I won't have YOU, of all people, demeaning herself by going outside the law. Now sit down and let me tell you the good things in my past." Supergirl resumed her seat, but Lois thought she seemed reluctant, like she'd rather be doing something physical about it. Lois resumed her position, resting against Supergirl's shoulder, which seemed to quiet the heroine's turmoil. "The best thing in my life was Clark. I had trouble accepting him romantically because my past experiences with men had been so bad, but I knew I could trust him even if I was afraid." Supergirl stroked Lois's shoulder, obviously touched by Lois's words. "The other really good thing that happened in my love life was in college. I had a really nice roommate named Brenda. We were very...close. Ah, Kara? I think you should know, I'm bi." "You're by what?" Kara asked, misunderstanding. "Bisexual. I'm attracted to men but I had a lesbian affair in college with my roommate and enjoyed it. Does that offend you?" Supergirl looked down at the protuberances on her chest and said, "I'm the last person who should throw bricks or make comments." Lois smiled at the comment. "I like Clark. I like you. I'd really like to get closer to both of you. Do you mind that I'm attracted to Kara as well as Clark?" "No. Not at all. It's just another side of me." "Would you mind kissing me, even while you're dressed like that?" Before she quite knew what had happened Lois was standing up, Supergirl was standing next to her, and the maid of Steel's lips were plastered against Lois's. Supergirl's chest was lightly touching Lois's and Lois took the opportunity to wrap her arms around her friends and pull them close. It was strange, Supergirl could deflect bullets with that chest of hers but to Lois she felt very soft and squeezable. Supergirl's kissing became more passionate. Lois could feel the tension building in the muscles of the back she held. She could also feel something else, lower on the superheroine's anatomy, something most heroines don't have, also increasing in tension. Gently she broke the embrace, gasping for breath. "Lois, are you OK?" demanded Supergirl, alarmed at Lois's lack of breath. "I'm fine but I've got something for you before we go further." Supergirl looked at Lois's face and started to giggle. "What?" demanded Lois. "My lipstick is smeared all around your mouth. I guess this no-smudge lipstick I use isn't rated for superheroines." Lois looked at her friend and laughed back, "better be careful. You don't want to go out with my lipstick on your face either. You'd get a strange reputation." She handed the package containing her purchase to Supergirl. "This is for you." Supergirl took the bag. "You shouldn't have-" she began. "I bought it for you for my benefit. I'd like you to wear it." Supergirl opened the bag and pulled out a blue skating dress. She looked at it and then looked at Lois, confused. "It looks sort of like your costume so it should be comfortable but there's something you can do in it that you can't do in your costume with its action skirt." "What's that?" Very softly Lois said, "You can make love to me while wearing it. Would you be willing to do that for me? I can understand if you'd rather do it as Clark, but I'd-" "Do you want me to wear this?" Supergirl asked softly. "Yes." Supergirl blurred. A second later there she stood, wearing the blue skating dress, her costume casually thrown on the back of the sofa. "I'd gladly do anything for you," promised Supergirl. Lois stepped up, put her arms around the taller heroine, and gently rested her head on the blue covered breasts. "Then take me to bed." "Ahem, there's just one problem-" "No, there isn't. I promise: I'll still respect you in the morning." Supergirl smiled. "That's not the problem. The problem is I don't have a bed here. I've got a bedroom but I can just float in mid air when I'm here, so I never installed a bed. But," she said, "give me just a couple of seconds and I can fix that." She disappeared in a rush of wind and Lois heard a sonic boom from outside. Three seconds later Supergirl (in the blue skating dress rather than her normal costume) returned carrying a load of wood and metal that appeared to be the parts of a disassembled bed frame. She quickly moved into one of the rooms off the living room and there was the sound of superfast construction occurring. In a few seconds she was back, heading out for another load of parts. "Where did you get that?" asked Lois before the superheroine could disappear. "From Clark's apartment. I disassembled my bed to get it through the mouth of the cave." And she was gone again, and back in 5 seconds with the mattress and bedding. "I'll gladly do without at the apartment until it can be replaced." And she headed into the bedroom nook again. Followed by the sound of pillows being fluffed very fast. Suddenly Supergirl was back, standing very close to Lois. In a flash she was embracing Lois. "Now there's no problem of not having a bed. But are you sure you won't have second thoughts? I can stop here, thanks to the super will-power I have." "I'm sure," promised Lois, planting a kiss on the other's mouth. That kiss lasted until Lois again needed to breathe. As she stood back, trying to stop panting, she noticed that just visible beneath Kara's skirt was evidence that while will- power might be restraining 'her' from going further yet, the crotch of the skating dress wasn't restraining anything. Lois giggled and stepped forward and put her arms around Kara's neck. "Since you're the strong one here, would you mind carrying me to our bed?" Kara put an arm under Lois and casually lifted her. She started walking towards the bedroom, then she paused. Just before Lois asked what was the problem Kara kissed her softly on the lips then resumed walking. Lois giggled. "You're very affectionate when you're like this." Kara gently placed Lois on the bed, lay down next to her and began helping to unbutton Lois's blouse. "When I'm like this?" pausing just a second to gesture lower on 'her' body, then resumed unbuttoning. She kissed Lois firmly after each button was undone. Lois was rushing to help undo the buttons in her own eagerness. "Yes, you're affectionate you're like this, and I'm eager. Who'd have thought I'd be so eager for something as kinky as sex with the man I love while he's dressed as the woman I respect?" She returned the kiss taking time to make it very deep this time. Kara slowed and finally paused. "You may not have thought out just how kinky this is. You're about to make love to a man dressed as a woman, but the man is actually a male of an alien species. Sex outside your own gene pool is generally quite kinky. Sure you won't have any regrets about this in the morning?" "Could you actually stop at this point?" asked Lois in amazement. Kara took a deep breath. "Yes, I could stop, but my will power is superhuman." 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