Disclaimer: I own no rights to Superman, I make nothing off of this, it's all for fun.
A/N: I got a couple of things to say. First, to those of you who clicked on this story because you are familiar with my other ones; This is not a HP-fanfic. Just so you know. I'm still a loyal HP-fan, forever in love with Harry, but Clark Kent swept me off my feet. An affair. Yes, I'm cheating on Harry. Sue me. ;-)
Secondly, this story is not beta-ed. I've got a beta for my HP stories, but not for this one. I do need one, because English is not my native language, and consequently, I make a lot of mistakes. So if there's anyone out there ... I'd be eternally grateful.
Then, I'd love to promiss you frequent updates and nice long chapters, but the truth is, I can't. The updates will probably be resonably frequent in the beginning (I'm several chapters ahead of you), but I cannot promiss you anything when you've catched up. I've got a busy life, and I cannot always sqeeze in the time to write. The chapters are going to be short, though not as short as this one. This is only the prologue.
So, confession-time over, let's get going...
It was a few weeks after Clark had flown out of hospital that he entered the apartment that was now officially his. It didn't look like much yet. Yellowish paper barely clung to the wall and the teak on the floor looked dull. A weak beam of sunlight illuminated the room and even without his super sight, Clark could have seen the dust dancing in the air.
The sight was gloomy at best and it would damped any man's spirit, but Clark leaned against the doorpost, smiling contently, taking in the sight. Despite it's bad condition, the room had a friendly air. The very walls seemed the breathe the word 'home'. Well, a bit of a dusty breath, but that could be solved easily. Clark strode across the room and opened the creaking window, causing the dust to billow up where the wind disturbed the fine grey layer.
Not good for Jason's asthma.
The thought quickly flitted through his mind and Clark's smile faded a little. He shook the feeling off. It was useless to keep dreaming. It was not like Jason would ever set foot in this place. No matter how much he wanted it. Jason had two loving parents. A mother and a father. They were happy. They deserved to be. Clark Kent was not going to ruin it.
Clark looked out of the window towards the sky. The same sun that illuminated his face cast a yellow glow over the rest of the city. It looked like a perfect evening for flying. Catch some air. Clear his mind. Clark left his single suitcase behind in his brand new, shabby apartment. Trading the dust for the sunset.