A short story: Being Here

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Her Daddy had nightmares. Although Lois was only five, she could still remember snippets of those days. Her father ran a few special ops missions and eventually commanded regular ‘grunts’. He would return from his combat missions and there’d be great joy in the house. The family would all smile and laugh and see if he had changed even in the slightest of ways.

Once in the middle of the night, she awoke with a start. All seemed quiet in the house so she decided to go to the bathroom. Lucy was sleeping soundly in her twin bed. On her way down the hall, she noticed a beam of light coming from her parents bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. She heard voices and something sounded strange. Curious, she peered through the crack and saw her parents sitting on the edge of the bed. Her father’s head bowed. Something wasn’t right. There were tears streaming down her larger-than-life father’s face.

Lois’ throat began to tighten. She bit her lower lip to keep it from quivering.

Her mother quietly, wrapped her arms around him as his head went into her shoulder. Lois wondered how her mother could support this huge man. “I’m here, Sam.”

Sam Lane, warrior, defender of what he believed to be true, sobbed softly in his wife’s arms. “That’s what got me through. That’s what made it bearable, Ella. I had to get back to you and the girls. Our home. Our family. My world.”

Ella Lane held her husband as tears fell down her face. Lois wondered if this had happened before. She missed her daddy so much when he was away. And when he came back, there was always that slight feeling of something bad had happened. It was almost as if she felt it in the air around him. But right now, watching her parents, that cloud had lifted. She saw that her parents fought together against some outside force she didn’t understand.

Her father straightened up still embracing her mother. “You’re here, Ella. You’re really here.”

“And so are you,” she grinned back.

Lois backed away from the door and ran back to her bedroom. The house felt familiar again, but that memory of her parents and their connection stayed with her.

Standing on top of the Daily Planet roof now, she rubbed her arms in the coolness of the evening. The stars were brighter up here. What had made her remember tonight of all nights? Superman. Did he have those moments, too? Did he come back from battling intergalactic aliens feeling lost? Did some of his universe shattering decisions make him yearn just to be heard? Did he have someone to hold him in that silent, knowing way?

“I’m here,” Lois whispered in the wind and out into the universe.

Superman gave a second look at the town where he was raised. Smallville. Turning he flew towards Metropolis. So much had happened in the last few days, but that was his life. Sometimes he yearned for those days in Smallville when life and death decisions were far from his thoughts. When after a long school day, he’d sit and drink milk and ate Ma’s homemade cookies while talking to his parents about his day, their day, or whatever came to mind. Jonathan and Martha Kent had shown him what true connection was.
Clark would never forget after his father’s first heart attack, his mother was by her husband’s bedside. She’d come home to see Clark off to school if she pulled an all nighter. Trying to reassure him that his father would be fine, despite the fact they were not allowing him to be conscious for a few days.

The morning Pa revived, Clark witnessed his parents love in a profound way. When his father’s eyes opened, Martha Kent leaped from her chair and nearly screamed, “Jonathan?”

The farmer wearing a hospital gown and looking frail for the first time that Clark could remember, patted his wife’s hand on his chest. “I’m here, Martha. I’m here.”

“Oh, Jonathan,” cried Martha as she hugged him the best she could through tubes and wires.

“She was by your side,” choked Clark as tears came into his eyes.

“Son?” said Pa as he peered at him. “Come here.”

Clark hugged his father as his mother smiled at both of them.

“I saw you. Both of you. And knew I had to get back.” said the farmer smiling.

“Everything is going to be alright. You’re here and so are we,” said Martha Kent as she touched both the men in her life.

It was one of many moments in his early life that Clark would cherish. He was adopted. An alien, but the Kents had always loved him. Took him in as if he were their natural born child. They used to tell him, all children were a gift. But he was a special gift to a couple who could not have a child. An answered prayer. An answered hope.

Superman flew over the bright, sunny skies of Metropolis. Living with the knowledge that he was a fulfilled hope made him strive even more to be a hope to others. But who gave him hope? Sometimes he could use a little hope.

One figure among millions caught his eye. There was no mistaking that determined stride as if she were on a mission or on top of a truly great story. Lois Lane. The right side of his mouth went up as he flew as silently as possible to her. Lois was hard to surprise, but that did not stop him from trying.

“Ms. Lane,” he said with his arms crossed looking at the back of her head. As she turned, a smile formed on her face. While landing softly in front of her, he basked in that smile as if it were a lighthouse in the darkness of his life.

Even though she didn’t know his ‘secret’ he always had the inkling she knew. Would Lois Lane actually keep her knowing a secret from him? And such a person would probably keep his secret to their deaths. He smiled back because he just couldn’t help himself.

“What can I do for you, Superman?” The light from her eyes filled his heart.

“You’re here,” he said simply.
Her brows narrowed together for just a milli-second and then her smile broadened. “And so are you.”


August 24, 2014. Tags: , , , , , , , , , . BaudyBlahBlahBlah, Lois Lane, Superman.

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