They had started off with a few hushed words, muffled laughs and a gentle peck on the cheek, and now Conner wasn't sure what to call Wendy. This feeling that she gave him was something he had never felt before; not from the team, the shields or M'Gann, and definitely not Superman. He loves the way she understands him; how she reads even the slightest of his expressions and challenges them. Lately, his heart hasn't been going into his work. Has she stolen it?
"I hate butterflies" the boy turned man muttered as his stomach tingled with happiness at the thought of his love. He didn't though, hate butterflies, and he was afraid that they too would fly away like the others in his life. Those instances weren't the first times that he yearned to inherit all of Clark's powers, but they were the first times he had thought of improving himself for others.
The deaths of his teammates and the sudden change in M'Gann's attitude had metaphorically greyed the clone's raven hair. With his five-year old insight, the world had been a horrible place with a few good people, but in the past year he saw that it was the people that poisoned the earth and the others around them. As the phoenix rises from ashes, so he will rise from his grief and renew his duty to the world, protecting it from those cursed with power.
Conner wishes that he could let Wendy in on his secret life, but decides to let her figure it out on her own. Wendy's definitely smart enough, and she's always liked a good mystery, and hopefully that will be enough to quell any anger she might feel at being left out of the loop. Besides, the less that she knows, the more he can protect her from the evils of this world, if only for a little while.
Hi everyone! ^v^ I hope you're having a great Thanksgiving. For this series, I'll accept any prompts for one or two-shots that you would like to see, as long as they stay rated T or under. –KF13