By Natalie Fox <email@example.com>
Submitted September 2000
Summary: A new look at the pilot. Clark Kent's dream of being a reporter for the Daily Planet is soon realized. But will he ever find the girl of his dreams?
This is only my second try at fanfic. I was sitting at home one night when I thought of it, and I hope you enjoy it—and PLEASE keep in mind that I never got to see the first few episodes, so a lot of stuff is definitely messed up.
Disclaimer: absolutely none of this is mine. I'm just borrowing the stuff.
Clark Kent trotted off the bus. He looked to the sky and thanked anyone who was watching over him for the chance of a lifetime. The next day, he was going to have the most important interview he ever had in his life. Right now, though, he had to find some place to stay. He hailed a cab and asked the driver to bring him to a cheap, but clean, motel.
The driver dropped him off at the Apollo hotel. It didn't look very good, but once he got inside, it didn't seem TOO bad. He ordered a room for a week, and the clerk behind the desk, who looked like he hadn't seen a gym in years, gave him a set of keys. After Clark picked up his bags, he asked the man for a wake-up call at eight o'clock the next morning.
Once Clark got into the room and shut the door, he went to the bed and took a nap. In his dream, Clark thought about meeting the right woman in this city and finally settling down. He dreamt of a hardheaded woman with brains and ambition. He dreamt of all the women he had met, and how none of them just had that spark his mother told him he'd feel when he met the right one.
He was jarred from his blissful sleep by a hanging on the door. When he asked who it was, the person told him it was his wake-up call. Clark looked at the clock and couldn't believe his eyes. He'd been asleep for fourteen hours! As he jumped out of bed and took a shower, he focused on what he was going to say at his interview. He'd wanted to work there for as long as he could remember. It was the most prodigious newspaper in the world, and he was determined to be a part of it. When he got out of the shower, he got dressed in a good business suit, went downstairs, and hailed a cab. He told the driver his destination, and he was on his way.
When Clark stepped out of the cab, he looked up at the building. The time of day aimed the sun's rays off the windows and made them the tint of an autumn gold. He observed the building from the rotating door to the towering ball fixture that sported the newspaper's logo. As Clark gazed at the structure, he absently whispered, "The Daily Planet!"
As Clark strolled through the revolving door, he tried not to look too much like a new person, but anyone looking could tell. He looked around feeling lost, but then he walked towards the front desk.
"Umm, excuse me, miss. But could you direct me to the news floor?"
"The fifth floor," said the women absently. She didn't seem mean to Clark, but she seemed very busy, so he didn't bother her any further. He stepped into the elevator, and rode it to the indicated floor.
When he stepped off the elevator, he was faced with the chaotic order of a bustling city newsroom. He looked around and started walking down the ramp. He was halfway down when he had a collision course with what seemed a very energetic young man. Papers flew everywhere, and the kid looked about as frightened as a deer in headlights.
"Oh no! I'm sorry, sir! Miss Lane's gonna kill me!"
"Hey, it's okay. I'll help you pick them up. My name is Clark Kent, by the way. What's yours?"
"My name's Jimmy Olsen. I'm really a good photographer, but they still make me a gopher."
"I see. Well, I'm here for an interview, and if you could direct me to Mr. White's office, I would be very much obliged." Jimmy pointed to a door. "If you gotta get these papers to someone who'll want to kill you for them, then I guess you'd better run. And thanks."
As Jimmy ran off with the piles of paper in hand, Clark walked towards the door he'd been pointed to. A quick check with his x-ray vision showed that the editor was on the phone, and looked mad enough to pop an artery. He didn't know if he should come back later, but he knew he would just make the man madder if he didn't show up on time.
When he knocked on the door, a gruff voice exclaimed,
"Come in! What do you want?!"
He poked his head in the door and said, "I'm your 8:30 interview. I want to apply for a job."
"You do, huh? Well you have limited time, so you better have some good stuff. What are some articles you have written?"
"My folder is right here. How many do you want to look at?"
"Just give me the whole thing." As the editor read the first page, Clark noticed lines of disparagement.
"Do you have anything that doesn't have anything to do about the measurements of shrunken heads?"
"That's just the first article. There are much better ones on the bottom." As the man looked at the appointed articles, his crease lines disappeared.
"These are much better. I especially like the one about the governor scandal cover-up. I think you have great potential, Mr. Kent—"
Before Perry could say another word, a young brunette woman stalked into the room without knocking.
"Perry! According to these papers Jimmy just gave me, that crooked politician is even MORE crooked than I originally thought. I'm going to investigate this further, so don't give me any assignments."
As the women burst into the room, Clark thought he was going to float to the ceiling. She was beautiful, and so full of life! She appeared to know what she wanted and she was going to get it any way she could.
He also felt something else, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Then it hit him. It was that feeling his mom told him he'd get when he met the girl that was right for him! Clark smiled.
"Guess what, Lois? You're not going to be investigating it alone. Say hello to your new partner—Clark Kent meet Lois Lane."
That night, Clark talked on the phone to his mother. He told her all about his interview, and about his new partner, Lois Lane. "And you want to know what else, Mom? I really think this city is going to be for me. I think this is where I'm going to finally settle down. Why, you ask? Because you know that feeling you always said I'd get when I met the right woman? I think the lady is Lois. After all my travels, I think I finally found THE ONE."
"Oh! That's great, Clark! And you'll tell me more about her tomorrow?"
"Sure, Mom! I love you!"
"Bye, Clark. I love you too."
As Clark hung up, he turned on his radio and listened to the song and smiled. Somethings in his life were just so ironic and just so on cue, that he might as well be in a television series.
*Mama, Oh Mama, I found that girl;
Mama oh Mama I found that girl.*
*Mama, life for me is now a sensation
just like you said it would be, with the
*Now love has a meaning and I have a goal;
this feeling inside now makes yester-me a
hundred years old,
now I understand what it is to be a man.
The way you explained it to me that day,
you said only the right girl could make me
feel this way, well,*
*Mama I think I found that girl,
yeah, mama, I think I found that girl.*
*Mama, she that beautiful dream that I dream
she's that bird of love on whose wings I'm
*She's those words left when there's no more
to say, she's my sunshine at the end of a perfect
*All this lets find a reason to be alive.
That day when you put me on your knee
you said that only the right girl could be
all these things,*
*Mama, I think I found that girl;
well mama, I think I found that girl.*
*She said, "Son, go on and search around,
there's a good girl whose out there to be
*Mama I think I found that girl;
well, mama I think I found that girl.*
*Mama, Oh Mama, I found that girl;
Mama oh Mama I found that girl.*
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The song "I Found That Girl" was sung by the Jackson Five. (words and music by The Corporation)