Dawn and Clark
Several of the older students were watching tv when the news came on. The newscaster told a story about yet another rescue by the hero who was now being dubbed "Superman."
Dawn groaned.
"Clark, red and blue spandex? What is this, the seventies?"
"You said it was sexy."
"Only on you, Babe." Scott appeared in the room, and cleared his throat.
"Clark, a moment, please?" Clark came out and joined him.
"Clark Kent. What were you thinking? You're going to get exposed!" Scott held up the article in the New York Times by a reporter named Lois Lane.
"As far as anybody knows, the Kent farm was destroyed in the explosion, along with all the family. Nobody knows who I am, and I highly doubt anybody would put two and two together. My hearing has become so great tht I can hear everybody's cries for help. ANd to have these abilities, and not help people, that would be the worst thing I can imagine." Scott nodded.
"I suppose you're right. The X-men are the same. Just be careful, and don't let anybody know who you are." Clark nodded.
"Mind if I go back to my girlfriend?" Scott chuckled.
"Go ahead." Clark went back to the sofa and sat down, moving Dawn to his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder. Sometimes after classes they stayed for supper before going back to their house.
Logan and Kurt
Logan stared at the news in disbelief. Holy. God. How downright *stupid* was the Clark kid? Oh, this would be interesting. This Lois dame was already supposing that he was either a mutant or an alien.
The YIRAAS were just gonna *loooooove* this.
He beat his head softly against the heel of his palm, then looked at Kurt.
"Your shot, misfit."
"Ja," Kurt agreed as he leant over the pooltable, tail looping around to form a rest for his que.
Wayne
Wayne watched the news story again, his lips tightening.
If he ever got his hands on that boy, he's strangle him! What the heck did he think he was doing? With negociations with the US government in a frustrating limbo, this was the last thing he needed. And for that matter, Clark should have known their rules on these things. Keeping them quiet had been their only protection for the past 50-odd years (and even then it hadn't been all that effective) without having some kid with a mission running amuck.
There was no way they were going to be able to cover this up.
Clark was a dead man.