Title: "Only the Best"
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: My beloved Drew - Happy Valentine's Day, my darling heart! I love you!
Rating: G/K
Summary: Lex Luthor only gives, and chooses, the best.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.

The intent gaze of every reporter in the Daily Planet followed the delivery boy as he made his way pass cubicle after cubicle, carrying the envy of every worker there. The Chief looked up as he neared the corner offices and rolled his eyes. "Lane, get yer butt out here!" he commanded from around the thick cigar his teeth clenched. "Ya got another dozen!"

The delivery boy shook his head, murmured quietly, "They're not for Miss Lane, sir," and continued on his trek.

Lois, having just exited her office, stared along with the Chief and Jimmy Olsen as the delivery boy finally came to a stop at Clark Kent's desk. The country boy looked up over his computer monitor with surprise filling his blue eyes. The delivery boy nervously thrust the flowers at him. "I've got a vase outside, too, if you need it," his voice was as nervous as his mannerisms and shifting eyes, "but I was told to bring these in first."

"Who are they from?" Lois immediately wanted to know, but the delivery boy would not so much as look at her.

The Chief grunted. "Who'd've thought Kent had an admirer? What girl you done hooked, boy?"

Wondering the same thing, Clark slipped a red card from the bouquet before taking the bright, red roses into his strong arms. Pink was already beginning to tinge his cheeks, but when he read the tiny card, his handsome face turned as red as the roses. Lois immediately dashed forward and tried to snatch the card from him, but Clark was just a tad too fast for her as he tucked the card into the pocket on his white shirt.

"That's not fair!" Lois pouted. "You know who every one of my roses came from."

"Some of us," Clark spoke, grinning from ear and ear and yet unable to keep himself from turning a still darker shade of crimson, "don't kiss and tell."

Jimmy's mouth fell open. Lois' pout grew, and she stomped her foot. Every one turned to the Chief as he released a deep and throaty bark of laughter. He actually removed the cigar from his mouth as he complimented Clark, "That's tellin' 'er, Kent."

Clark's nervousness was growing rapidly as he smiled at his boss' approval. "Thanks, sir, I think."

"Oh, come on, Clark!" Lois whined. "You can tell us who they're from!"

The delivery boy cleared his throat. "Hum, sir," he asked, "would you like that vase?"

"Yes, definitely. I'll come out to your van with you," Clark said, getting a glance of acceptance from his boss and edging pass Lois and Jimmy. He would proudly fill the vase with water and display his roses which, in Clark's opinion as well as the opinions of most of the others who had seen the prestigious roses with delicate baby's breath entwined in their long stems, were far lovelier flowers than anything Lois had received. They had to be far richer and lovelier than any normal bouquet. After all, Lex Luthor had sent them, and Lex only ever chose the best. Clark was smiling and whistling happily when he returned to the office with his first valentine of the day.

The End