A New Destiny

by mrssuperman

working title future fic following the lives of clark, and oliver's and the rest of the league's children. how they deal with villians and being the second generation. :D better than summary i promise, rated T for some later scenes!

1. Prologue

A/N: I DO NOT OWN SMALLVILLE OR ANY OF ITS WONDERFUL CHARACTERS, I DO however, own my own creations read, enjoy and review!

Thanks much!

P.S this is the first chapter in a rather extensive fic im writing, please review if you want me to continue posting :D shanks

A New Destiny

Prologue

The tears on her cheeks were reminiscent of the heavy rain falling around her as she held the bundle in her arms close to her chest and ran across the dimly lit Metropolis street. All of her senses heightened, listening closely for any sound that might betray someone watching her. Shivering at the thought, she tugged the hood of her sweatshirt up over her head, attempting to make herself unrecognizable. The pain, heavy in her heart, stabbed again as the bundle in her arms let out a small cry. She steadied herself, repeating the mantra that she had begun to use a week ago, on the night that the child had been born. What she was about to do was ripping her heart into a million pieces, but she knew the child would be safer there. No one in the League would expect what was right under his or her noses, and at least this way she'd still be able to watch her daughter grow into the strong woman that she could be proud of, not to mention how much safer she would be with the dynamic duo of reporters.

She reached the enormous townhouse that Clark and Lois had purchased recently, her heart pounding as she gently laid the bundle down, and placed a neatly, typed folded letter on top addressed to the happy couple. She rang the doorbell, then ran to the shadows of the next-door neighbors staircase, relying on the ace reporter's predictability for her to be home. She watched intently as the intrepid Lois Lane-Kent opened the door, and looked startled to find the bundle. Realizing what it was, she picked up the child and began to make comforting cooing noises to her as the little girl was begun to wake and to squirm. Tess knew that he would be hungry soon, and her body ached to be able to feed her, but she forced herself to turn away and head back toward the high tower in the center of the city. After months of being on a fake business assignment overseas, it was time to go home, to Watchtower.