“…Once upon a time, in your wildest dreams,” Lois sang, her voice gone soft and slow. The twins were sound asleep, cuddled against their father, and Clark lay perfectly still, scarcely breathing for fear of waking them. He had never known that Lois could sing like that, sad and sweet. The original song had a quality of exuberance that her lullaby rendition lacked. Lois sang it slow and wistful, every note hauntingly beautiful, suffused with melancholy and yet with a trace of joy and hope behind it.
Lois noticed him just then, having gotten absorbed in the song, and she looked down with a self-deprecating chuckle. Clark just stared at her, and Lois was acutely aware of the intensity of his gaze. After a moment, he said quietly, “You sing beautifully, Lois. How did I never know that about you?”
She blushed then, thinking of the song and all it meant to her, feeling as if she’d bared her deepest soul to him. “You’ve never heard me sing before,” she replied simply. “It wasn’t exactly something I put on a resume. I didn’t really have much reason to, until those two came along. When they were little, sometimes that was the only thing that could get them to sleep; they were so fussy as babies, so sick at times, but that song always worked on them.”
“Lois, I wish I’d been here,” he said, and his voice was full of regret and longing. “You shouldn’t have had to raise them alone.”
“Kal-El, stop,” she said, a small smile on Lois’ lips as she gently shook her head. “You didn’t know. Stop. Besides, I wasn’t all alone. I had my mom and Lucy to help me in the beginning. And I loved having them all to myself.” The smile broadened a little more as she thought back on it. “Really, I did. I loved them so fiercely I didn’t even dream of sharing them, not until…”
“Until Richard came along,” he finished for her, a sad smile on his lips. “You know, sometimes I think he fell in love with the twins first. The way he talks about them, the love and pride in his eyes when he looks at them – it used to hurt, back before I knew they were mine, because I envied him. I thought if I’d stayed here, they might’ve been mine – and now that I know they really are mine, I know how he feels about them. But I still can’t deny that they’re his, too. I mean, look at tonight – I can lift an island, but I don’t know how to give a six-year-old a bath.”
Lois snorted in amusement, rolling her eyes. The laughter in her voice was clear. “Oh, come on. You would’ve figured it out; it’s not rocket science. And your mom would’ve helped if you asked. Hell, my mom had to help me – didja think I had any idea how to bathe a baby? When she told me little kids get baths in the sink, I bought a case of antibacterial cleanser. And feeding them? Hah! We’re not even going there.”
Clark chuckled, fortunately not disturbing the twins. “I can see that.”
They were quiet for a long moment, Clark basking in the twins’ presence, Lois watching the three of them with a curious heaviness in her heart. This was every silly romantic dream she’d never allowed herself to have, and so very different from the way she’d first pictured her life with Superman so long ago. Not necessarily worse than the life of adventure she’d imagined as a headstrong young reporter, just different. “How did we get here?” she asked softly, her gaze momentarily distant as it lingered on them.
He caught her meaning; how did Fearless Reporter Lois Lane and the Man of Steel wind up in a Kansas farmhouse, speaking in hushed voices to avoid waking their two children? How did two people whose relationship was so far from everything mundane find themselves in such a normal domestic moment? He wasn’t sure how to answer her, so he chose humor. “Well, once upon a time a man and a woman loved each other very much…”
That seemed to bring her back to herself, her eyes meeting his with such warmth. “Before that,” she said, tilting her head as she clarified. “How did we ever get here? How did we ever even fall in love?”
“Once upon a time there was a beautiful and brilliant reporter,” Clark began again. “Unfortunately, she drew trouble the way a bug-zapper draws mosquitoes.” Lois couldn’t help cracking up a little at his remark, and chuckling, he rephrased it. “Okay, trouble was drawn to her the way moths are drawn to a flame.”
The comparison provoked an arched brow. “Stick with the bug-zapper,” Lois advised, chortling.
“All right then,” Clark replied, having caught the twinkle in her eyes. “Anyway, so this amazing reporter was on her way to meet the president when – zzzt – the helicopter she was in had a massive mechanical failure.” Lois started snickering all over again at the little sound he made to indicate another mosquito of ill-fortune flying into the bug-zapper of her destiny. “Luckily, it got hung up on the roof railing instead of plunging to the ground. Unluckily – zzzt – the gorgeous reporter wound up falling out of the helicopter. Fortunately, her good friend happened to have been thinking about making his public debut as a superhero, and she provided him with the perfect opportunity to showcase his abilities. Unfortunately for him – zzzt – the whole world wanted to know more about him after that, and some people even said he was dangerous. Fate smiled on them both, however, because he arranged for his first official interview with the press to be with that same beautiful and brilliant reporter.”
“And hilarity ensued,” Lois added, keeping to the same light tone, “because said reporter couldn’t keep her mind on her job whenever she looked at him. Couldn’t even use proper English. Not to mention the occasional stuttering.”
“You weren’t the only one,” Clark told her. “Lois, you were everything I’d ever wanted, everything I’d ever admired, and a dozen things I didn’t know I wanted until I saw them in you. As for how we got here, well, it couldn’t all be romantic honeymoons in Niagara Falls, now could it?”
Oh, the memories that brought back. “As if I could ever forget! Oh, that hideous rug! And that fireplace.” Lois collapsed into stifled laughter again, trying desperately not to wake the twins. “And, ugh, the hot tub. It looked as if the interior designer threw up ‘stereotypically cute and romantic’ all over the room and then seasoned it with ‘tacky as hell’.”
“And that was when the lovely and very suspicious reporter shot her best friend,” Clark finally said in seemingly disapproving tones, when she got her composure back.
“They were blanks!” she protested, grinning at that. He was just reproaching her and she knew it. “The worst that would’ve happened if I was wrong was Clark fainting in terror, Kal-El.”
“Which is a wonderful thing to do to a guy who’s trying to make you see him as a serious romantic possibility,” he chided. “Anyway, back to the story. The superhero should’ve noticed that he never felt a bullet hit him, but he was too outraged at the gorgeous reporter for trying to kill him. And then she made him feel like a complete idiot by telling him they were blanks.”
“Gotcha,” Lois said softly, her eyes bright with merriment.
“Yes, well, and then they went to his place, and several unexpected things happened, and eventually the reporter learned that the superhero wasn’t shooting blanks, so to speak. Gotcha, indeed.”
Her brows rose at that. Yet another not-so-innocent comment, huh? She tried to hide her grin. “Yeah, gotcha pregnant,” Lois snarked right back at him. “Not like either of us knew it was even possible.”
“That was another ‘gotcha’ moment for me, too,” was his reply. “I remember you telling me, that day we argued and almost all of the truth came out, that you knew the twins’ father about as well as you knew me. That should’ve been a fairly big clue right there, considering that you’ve gotten very good at not quite lying.”
“Learned from the best,” she said baldly, her expression saying everything as she shifted a little in the chair.
Clark sighed, not sure what to say. When she continued to seem uncomfortable, he eased his arm around Jason’s shoulders, pulling the boy closer to him. “Here, Lois. Lie down next to him; there’s just enough room. You look so uncomfortable sitting there.”
“I can’t,” she said. “There’s not enough room, and your mother will have hysterics. It’s alright, Kal-El. I’m fine.”
Cuddling both twins close, he levitated slightly up off the bed and then set the three of them back down again, a few inches more to one side. “Now there’s room,” he said. “As for Ma, we have the twins to chaperone us. It’s fine.”
The bed did look so much more restful than this chair … eventually she’d just have to get up again and actually go to sleep in her own bed across the hall, but at the moment, all Lois wanted to do was snuggle down with her twins and their father. It had been a very long day, and she felt at peace for the first time in a long while.
“Fine, but if your mom has any objections, you deal with her,” Lois murmured, as she pulled her boots off and stretched out on the edge of the bed, her arm around Jason, her hand catching Kala’s. And just as she began to realize just how tired she really was, Clark slipped his arm around her shoulders and began to stroke her hair gently. Sighing in pure contentment, Lois let her eyes fall closed as she spiraled down into sleep.
Richard surveyed the room with a peculiar sort of pride. He’d gotten most of his personal belongings boxed up, leaving only the things that he used every day. And those would get packed, too, as soon as he found an apartment with a short-term lease.
I won’t be staying in Metropolis much longer, Richard thought, and it chilled him slightly. It wasn’t easy to walk away from the life he’d built here, but the equilibrium he’d found in these past few days would disappear if he was constantly confronted by Lois and Clark together. And he couldn’t do that to them, to himself, and especially not to the twins. The only solution was to move, which meant finding a new job in a new city, someplace where he wouldn’t feel a pang every time he looked up at the sky.
At least the time alone had taught him that he could cope without Lois. It was amazing, the thousand ways she’d become part of his life, the little things he would miss now that he no longer had them. And the twins - oh, how he already missed Jason and Kala. But they weren’t gone for good, and no one would try to keep them from him. Arranging custody would be interesting, especially if he left the city, but with two dads who could fly, transporting the kids back and forth shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
There were other loose ends to tie up, too. If he left, who would run International? Richard had a couple of ideas in that direction, but it required more thought. He knew one thing, though – if he ever made it to the Editor in Chief position in a major newspaper, it would seem a cakewalk compared to trying to keep International and City running this past week. Perry was officially the Chief, but he’d been relying on Lois more and more to keep City ticking smoothly, and Richard found it very trying to take over her responsibilities as well as his own. And with the news lately – the huge chunk of kryptonite orbiting Saturn, the continuing search for Lex Luthor, renewed speculation about Lois Lane and the Man of Steel – the paper was twice as busy trying to cover it all. Richard hoped Lois wasn’t following the news right now; she would be furious.
He sat down on the guest bed and sighed, trying to bring his whirling thoughts to a standstill. It was rather pleasant to be alone, to be able to hog the television and eat all the ice cream in the house if he so pleased, but Richard didn’t want to live like this. He’d always have the twins in his life – he believed that promise now that Lois and Clark had both made it – but he wanted more. And he even knew who he wanted beside him, if she would have him…
It had happened fast – blindingly fast, compared to his courtship of Lois. It had taken months to wear down the walls Lois had built around her heart and soul enough for a first date, and further months beyond that to really have a relationship. For a long time he’d felt as though he didn’t know her at all, absorbed in trying to discover who this woman really was, struggling to decipher all the half-veiled things he sensed in her.
Well, now he knew why the secrets had never really disappeared. But Lana … Lana had never tried to conceal anything from him. She was as open and honest a person as Richard had ever met, with the sole exception of Clark. That didn’t mean he automatically understood everything about her, just that he quickly felt an empathetic connection with Lana that had taken a year to develop between him and Lois.
Richard let himself flop backward on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I’d really like the chance to get to know her that well, he thought, an affectionate smile forming. I feel so close to Lana, I’d love to be able to spend more time with her, get to know all her little idiosyncrasies.
Lois woke slowly with the sun in her eyes. She rolled over, muttering sleepily, to look at the bedside clock. She’d set the alarm early…
But now the alarm was off, Clark’s bed was empty of all save her, and a note lay on top of the clock itself. Ma says sleep in, it read in Clark’s strong, slanting script. You looked a little tired yesterday, and she says the twins are impressive enough to buy you a day of rest. We’re already up; come find us when you get this. “Cute,” Lois muttered, then yawned and stretched. The house seemed quiet, and she took her time getting showered and dressed, and then wandered downstairs.
The coffee in the pot was still reasonably fresh, so Lois poured herself a cup, dosed it with sugar and cream, and snagged a cookie out of the jar on the counter before heading outside. She found Martha standing on the front porch, Clark nowhere in sight, and a couple of strangers in the driveway looking beneath the hood of Martha’s truck.
Not all strangers, though. Wade Carmichael looked up, grinned, and gave her a little wave. “Morning, Ms. Lane,” he said.
The man who stood beside him had to be his father, and he glanced up at the porch, too, giving Lois a distracted nod before turning his attention to Martha. “I think it’s just the serpentine belt, Mrs. Kent. Were you getting that squeal just when it started up, and then it seemed to quiet down?”
“Yes,” Martha told him. “It still doesn’t sound quite right, but that awful squealing noise stops on its own after a moment.”
He nodded, peering under the hood again. “Wade, go look in the trunk and see if we brought a fan belt for a ’57 Ford,” he said absently. Only while his son trotted off to fetch the part did he look up again and actually see Lois. “Oh, Ms. Lane! Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m sorry, I’d come up there and shake hands, but…” He turned both hands palm up, displaying a generous amount of engine grease. “I’m John Carmichael. I think you’ve met my boy Wade, and somewhere around here I’ve got a couple more kids…”
At that moment, Wade came back from the trunk of his dad’s car, two younger children following him. One was a brown-haired boy with a cowlick about Jason and Kala’s age, the other a pretty little blonde girl of maybe four. They both halted, looking up at Lois with keen interest, as Mr. Carmichael said, “Dustin and Cathy, this is Ms. Lane. Ms. Lane, Dustin and Cathy Carmichael.”
“Pleased to meet all of you. Good morning, Wade,” Lois said with a smile. She planned to make some remark about mechanics who made house calls, and how wonderful that would be back home, but before she could say anything she heard a loud shriek from the back yard.
Before she could even start to wonder, Kala came pelting around the corner of the house, screaming for Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma all at once. Right on her heels was Jason, slathered in mud and clutching something huge and green and wriggly. At the sight of the strangers, both twins skidded to a halt, momentarily forgetting what had brought them running. “Who’re you?” Jason asked, looking curiously at Dustin and Cathy.
Lois’ jaw had dropped in shock; he was filthy, a hundred times dirtier than he’d ever been before in his life. Jason looked like he was wearing mud-colored gloves and stockings, and the front of his shirt and pants were liberally spattered as well. Worst of all, the muddy thing he carried was moving… Company was forgotten as she looked at him with utter disbelief. “Jason Garen Lane, have you lost your mind?!” Lois said incredulously.
He turned to her, looking a bit puzzled. “Look, Mommy, I found a froggy!” Jason said cheerfully, holding it up to her.
“An’ he was gonna put it on me!” Kala wailed. “It’s a yucky frog!” She scampered up on the porch and slid her arms around Lois’ waist, peering out from behind her in horror.
“Can I keep him?” Jason asked, all pleading cerulean eyes. “His name is Fred.” The giant amphibian struggled in the little boy’s hands, making alarming glurping noises.
“No,” Lois said automatically, shaking her head and utterly unaware of her audience. “Absolutely not, put it back where you found it. One reptile in the house is more than enough!”
Jason sniffled, his lip pouting slightly, and Martha intervened. “Jason, honey, he’s a country bullfrog,” she said gently. “If you take him home, all the city frogs will make fun of his accent. You’d better let him go back in the pond where he can be happy.”
Sighing in defeat, Jason hung his head. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied with resignation, bowing to the inevitability of Mommy and Grandma united against Fred Frog joining the household. He trudged back around the house, followed by Lois’s voice telling him to come inside for a bath when he was done.
It was only then that Lois looked down and saw that Kala’s shoes and socks were muddy, too. “And you! What’ve been doing? Kala, your shoes are filthy!”
“Walkin’ by the duck pond,” she replied, trying to look and sound innocent. “I slipped, a little.”
“That’s it, you’re both getting baths,” Lois growled.
“Nuh-uh! Only my shoes are dirty, an’ I had a bath last night! Jason’s the only one who got really really dirty!”
“He’s your twin brother, you were with him, you’re both getting baths,” Lois said firmly, glaring at her daughter. “Take your shoes and socks off and leave them here; I’ll be inside in a minute. Good God.”
The Carmichaels seemed cautiously amused, and Lois turned to them all with a helpless shrug. “I’m sorry, they’re city kids, and they don’t quite know how to act.”
“They’re all right,” Mr. Carmichael said. “Shoot, every one of these has done somethin’ just as silly. I’m surprised they even found a frog. They’re usually hibernating when it’s this cold.”
Lois gave Martha an incredulous glare. “My God, you mean my kids went and dug up a hibernating frog? That poor bugger was sound asleep and got ripped out of his froggy dreams by my psychotic children? Great. Now I’m gonna get a therapy bill from some traumatized amphibian.”
Wade grinned at his father, muttering, “Told you she was fun.”
Clark chose that moment to saunter back into view, arriving casually as if he’d just been in the backyard instead of in South Florida turning aside a hurricane. He took in the Carmichaels in the yard, a harried Lois on the porch, and Ma torn between amusement and pity. “Good morning, Mr. Carmichael, Wade, kids,” he said, shaking hands with them before turning to Lois to ask, “What did I miss?”
“Oh, nothing,” Lois said airily. “Just your son excavating the duck pond to catch the biggest … bloody frog I’ve ever seen. Freakin’ beast was almost bigger than Jason’s head! You could feed a family of four off that frog! So of course he wants to keep it. Nevermind he got himself absolutely covered in mud…”
Jason came trudging back, even muddier than before because he’d taken the time to cover the frog back up with mud, and then wiped a few tears away with a mud-covered hand. Lois took one look at him, sighed heavily, and dropped her head into her hands. “I was never like this,” she muttered to Clark. “That’s your genetics at work, Kent.”
The three Carmichael kids had been staring at Jason while he stared back. Mr. Carmichael cleared his throat slightly. “Wade, I believe we’ll get back to work on that serpentine belt.” The older boy turned to obey him, leaving the two younger children to continue looking quizzically at Jason.
“I’m so sorry,” Lois apologized again. “They’re not normally like this, I swear. Jason, come here. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Carmichael – I’m sorry I have to run and bathe these little savages of mine.”
“Kids will be kids,” he replied with a shrug. “You take care, Ms. Lane.”
“Clark, take Jason around back and hose him off,” Martha said. “Lois, meet him inside with a towel and get those clothes off – leave them in the mud room, that’s what it’s for. Just get him right into a hot bath and he’ll be fine.”
“He’s lucky I don’t hose him down outside in a tin bathtub like a freakin’ puppy,” Lois commented with an annoyed expression. “Martha, thank you. Jason, move.”
Clark took his son’s elbow and guided him around the house again, and Ma and the Carmichaels heard him yelp and splutter at the touch of cold water a moment later. Shaking her head, Martha ducked inside and returned with cookies for Dustin and Cathy, leaning against the side of her pickup while Wade and Mr. Carmichael worked on it. “So what do you think of my houseguests?” she asked, chuckling.
“If Mr. Kent breaks up with her, will you give her my number?” Wade said, earning himself a swat on the shoulder from his father.
“Ooooh, Wade likes Ms. Lane!” Dustin crowed. “Wade likes Ms. Lane! Wades likes – ow!”
Wade shoved his little brother’s ball cap down over his eyes. “Shuddup, Dustin. I just like her car.”
“Then I’m sorry to say it isn’t true love,” Martha informed him. “Wade, the Mustang’s a rental.”
“She went draggin’ in a rental?” Wade said, impressed. “Whoa.”
“You been racin’ again?” his father asked sternly.
Wade bit his lip, considering a dozen responses. “She started it.”
“And you weren’t man enough to pass up the challenge,” Mr. Carmichael sighed. “Son, I warned you, if you ever get picked up for racing, I’m not posting your bail. And neither is your mother. You’re old enough to make your own mistakes, but don’t expect us to pull your fat out of the fire.”
“Yes, sir,” Wade said respectfully. But he glanced over his shoulder at the house with a wistful little grin.
For efficiency’s sake, Lois had drawn one bath and dunked both bitterly-complaining twins into it. Jason was still sniveling about the cold hose outside, and Kala was still protesting that she wasn’t dirty enough to need a bath. Lois and Clark just scrubbed them both – she’d left him to deal with Jason, figuring that if he wanted to know how to give a kid a bath, he might as well start with a thoroughly filthy kid.
“We didn’t bring the rubber ducky,” Jason suddenly said as Clark tilted his head back and sluiced warm water through his sudsy hair. “We can’t take baths without Mr. Quack-Quack!”
“You are outta luck, kiddo,” Lois said. “Should’ve thought of that before you went playing with Mr. Fred the Freakin’ Frog. Mr. Quack-Quack or no Mr. Quack-Quack, you’re getting clean.”
Clark had to stop, succumbing to laughter while the other three stared at him in confusion. When he got his snickering under control, he finally rubbed his eyes and resumed rinsing Jason’s hair. To distract him from the absence of – another chuckle – Mr. Quack-Quack, Clark said, “I’m amazed you even found a frog in this weather, Jason. They all bury themselves in the mud when it gets cold.”
“Told you so,” Kala muttered darkly.
“But I found ‘im,” Jason retorted. “So you were wrong, know-it-all!”
“Was not,” she began, and Lois quickly intervened as she saw an imminent squabble looming.
“No arguing, or I won’t let you use the pumpkin soap Daddy Richard sent along with you,” she said, not even noticing how quickly she’d slipped into the twins’ nomenclature.
“Pumpkin soap?” Kala asked interestedly.
“Will it turn Kala into a pumpkin?” Jason said under his breath, wrinkling his nose.
“Hey now,” Clark said, daubing a splotch of mud off Jason’s nose. “If the frog was buried, Jason, how did you find him?”
“Saw him,” the little boy replied matter-of-factly. “Saw him down in the cold icky mud. I wanted to bring him home an’ give him a bath an’ let him live with Gazeera.”
“Gazeera doesn’t want a roommate,” Lois started to reply, but Clark interrupted her.
“You saw him in the mud?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” Jason nodded.
Lois had stopped, staring at her son as understanding dawned. In the mud? Did that mean…?
“Can you see inside other things?” Clark asked, trying to sound casual.
Jason shrugged innocently. “Didn’t try. Kala said there were no froggies in winter, so I looked for one, I looked real hard, and I found one.”
Clark bit his lip, meeting Lois’ eyes, then turned back to his son. “Hmm, that’s interesting,” was all he said on the topic while they finished bathing the twins, but Lois could tell he was thinking very hard about it. The special soap was an absolute success, both twins loving the pumpkin-pie smell of it. But Lois was full of worried questions, and from the way Clark kept glancing at her, so was he.
Superpowers weren’t exactly a topic they wanted to discuss in front of the twins, so once Jason and Kala were out of the bath and dressed, Lois let them go outside and play with the Carmichael kids – with the very strict admonition not to get themselves dirty again. From the delighted laughter that soon reached even Clark’s room upstairs, this was a popular decision with everyone involved.
Clark got right down to business. “How long do you think he’s had x-ray vision?”
“He didn’t have it on their last birthday,” Lois said with a touch of worry. “He would’ve seen through the presents, by accident if not on purpose. I think this was the first time.”
“And the strength? How long? What about Kala’s hearing?”
Lois bit her lip. “Kala’s hearing was always sharp, but again, only this past year has it gotten hard to hide. In spite of his size and his fragility, Jason’s always been stronger than I expected. He didn’t start breaking his toys until this year, though. And Kal-El … when Luthor had them, he left them alone in the gallery on the yacht. One of his men tried to hurt Kala, and Jason threw a piano at him.”
At the mention of Lex’s thug and what he’d tried to do – not even the full horror of it, she spared him that – Lois saw flat murder in Clark’s blue eyes. But when she finished the sentence and it sunk in, his expression became astonished. “He threw a piano? Holy… Wow. And…”
“He killed the guy,” Lois whispered. “I don’t think he knows that, though. But yes, he actually picked up a piano that was bolted to the floor and threw it across a room.”
“Amazing,” Clark muttered, pacing the room, his brows knitted. “So he’s got enough strength to worry about, and now the vision. Kala’s hearing could get stronger, too, something else we have to think about… What about a second power? Do you think she’s getting one?”
Lois started to say no, then remembered how quickly Kala had run to hide behind her. Now that she really thought about it, her daughter had shown that she was capable of darting faster than most kids on occasion… “Maybe speed. Nothing totally untoward yet, but she’s quick.”
“We have to figure out how to talk to them,” Clark said. “Convince them to keep this a secret. If they show my powers publicly, the game’s up for all of us.”
“They’ve kept it hidden so far,” Lois pointed out. “They’ve even kept secrets from us. I think if we just tell them why they have to hide it, they will.”
He looked at her then, giving her a relieved grin. “You have a point. But in the meantime, I think I won’t take them up for any more sunbaths. The sunlight that high up isn’t as filtered, and it might be bringing on their powers early.”
“Speaking of their powers,” Lois said, again that worried tone creeping in, “do you think they’ll get them all? And when?”
Clark shrugged. “No telling. We have no way of knowing if Kryptonian genes are dominant to human ones. I’m guessing, since they’re showing powers at all, that my genes are dominant. They could inherit the whole package, or just some of it. No one ever hypothesized a Kryptonian-human hybrid – or if Jor-El did, he didn’t mention it to me.”
“I guess we just have to take each day as it comes and deal with whatever happens,” Lois said with a sigh, making her own shrug look more casual than it felt. “I just wish we had some concrete answers about some of this. Any of it, really. What always scared me the most, once I figured out you were their father, was all the things I just didn’t know. Whether they’d get your powers and when, if they’d even survive, if they’d ever get over their allergies, whether kryptonite could hurt them…”
“The twins are more resistant to it than I am,” Clark told her. “They get that from the human half. If it hadn’t been for you, Lois, your human immunity to kryptonite, all three of us would’ve died on that island. Kala had the strength to attack Luthor to protect me. If she’d been as weakened as I was…”
Lois shivered, hugging him to her and promising herself once again that she’d kill Luthor if she got a chance, and damn the consequences.