You're All I've Got
Summary: Nearly a year after Superman's near death everything is routine. Clark works while Superman saves lives, Lois struggles with her feelings, and Jason starts the first grade. So, how does a teenage girl on Clark's doorstep, an arson in Gotham City, Jimmy's new neighbor, and a new girl in school change it all?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC's... It kinda sucks...
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Loud and annoying is the only way to describe an alarm clock. However, sacrifices must be made, and loss of sleep was that sacrifice for two particular people. It was 6:45 in the morning for a tall and dark-haired man with a strong jaw and boyish good looks in Metropolis. While, in Russia, a relatively tall girl with a sweet face that was contradicted by hard blue eyes was awoken at 1:34 in the afternoon.
Ten minutes later, the clocks rang again. This time the man slammed his fist against the 'off' button, causing the whole of the clock to be flattened out against his dresser, while the girl accidentally threw hers into the wall. The man sat up and sighed, "Brilliant." He exclaimed.
The girl sat up in a similar fashion, "Mrs. Ilko is going to kill me." She sighed and shrugged to herself as she threw her thin blanket off of her and walked over to her bathroom, as the man thousands of miles away did the same.
"Mylie, you're insane." A Russian accented voice mumbled from the other bed in the tiny room.
"Thanks Anastasia, I'm perfectly aware of that. But we have to get up. It's late and if we aren't down in the kitchen making lunch in 10 minutes, we're going to be in big trouble. " Mylie replied as she entered the minuscule bathroom that she and Anastasia shared ever since she had come to the orphanage 6 months ago. She looked in the mirror and sighed, "Where are you Kal-El? How long will it take to get me out of here?" As she looked out of the window, the thick snow of Russian winter falling, "Maybe it's not all bad." She added, loving watching snow fall.
Anastasia sighed, "You're talking to yourself again." She walked in and sat on the toilet, "How do they expect us to cook lunch and clean when we are not allowed to go to sleep until 5:00 in the morning, at the earliest?" Mylie shrugged as she brushed her teeth, "Do you think that we will ever go out of here?"
"Of course we will." Mylie said, pushing her wavy blonde hair out of her face so that it grazed the bottom of her shoulder blades. Then she pulled out a large clip and twisted her hair up into a messy bun and clipped it up.
Anastasia pulled back her dark brown hair, which only reached down to her shoulders, into a pony tail, "You shouldn't do that, you look so pretty with your hair down." Mylie shook her head, she hated having her hair down, "I think that it would be fantastic to be saved by a superhero. Like Superman! He's amazing."
"Superman?" Mylie asked.
Anastasia's eyes widened, "You've never heard of Superman?" Mylie shook her head, "He's amazing. He can fly and has super strength and he's very attractive. But, he lives in Metropolis, all the way in America." Flying? Super strength? That sounded like Kal-El... But attractive? That wasn't the way that she wanted to think about her cousin! Kara pulled the clip out of her hair and grabbed the little comb on the counter that she was given when she came to the orphanage and she ran it through her hair before placing it back in the clip.
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Clark Kent sat at his desk at The Daily Planet, rereading a story that he had been told had to be finished by that morning, when he only had gotten the story two days before. "Kent!" A voice called, making him jump from his seat, "Get in here!"
"Yes, Mr. White." He said as he raced into the editor's office.
"Do you have that story on the Granville murders?" Perry asked as he twisted his chair slightly.
Clark nodded, "I do, sir." He said as he handed his piece to Perry.
Perry nodded, "This is nice, Kent. You did this all in two days?" Clark nodded, "Just so you know, you're never quiting again." He waved Clark out and kept on reading. Clark shook his head at Perry's comment and went back to his desk, not failing to notice that Lois, Richard, and Jason had just come off of the elevator.
"Mister Clark!" Jason exclaimed as he ran over to the reporter and locked his arms around Clark's waist.
"Hey, Jason." Clark replied as he ruffled Jason's hair playfully.
Lois and Richard joined them, "Clark, I heard that Perry had you write a big story in two days." Lois said. Clark nodded, "Just wondering, what was it? I know that you had to go to Gotham City for the story."
"It was about the..." Clark looked to Jason and remembered that, ever since the escapade with Lex Luthor, Lois wanted to keep Jason out of anything that would keep him from the normal. With that in mind, he placed his hands over Jason's ears and whispered, "Granville murders."
Richard and Lois nodded, "What?" Jason asked as Clark removed his hands from the boy's ears.
"Didn't the Granville's have a child?" Richard asked.
"Two." Clark replied, "A son, 18½, and a daughter, 17. Donovan and Hayden. They are staying with a family friend." Lois opened her mouth to say something, but she was stopped by Jimmy rushing passed her so quickly that he almost knocked her over, "Jimmy?" Clark asked.
"Oh, sorry, Miss Lane." Jimmy said as he turned to see his damage, "Perry told me that if I didn't have these photos to him in two minutes then I'm fired."
"What photos?" Richard asked.
"OLSEN! Where are my photos!" Perry's voice yelled, making everyone in the vicinity jump, "And they better be good!" Jimmy held the manila folder that contained his photos over his head, "Good. Lane, this will be your next story." He said, snatching the manila folder and slapping it onto Clark's desk. Lois raised an eyebrow at the first three photos that Perry pulled out, they were all of Superman... She should have seen this coming. The last three, however, confused her. They were clearly taken in the dark and were of Batman, "Excellent." Perry whispered, "You keep your job another day, Olsen."
Jimmy smiled and shifted uncomfortably, "I think he saw me on this one." He said, pointing to the last picture of Batman, "He looked even more ticked in person, I pretty much ran back to my apartment." Jimmy shifted, as if trying to get the memory out of his head.
"Mr. White?" Lois said, "What does Batman have to do with my next story?"
Perry chuckled, "Well, it just so happens that my old college friend, Roberta Muller, is the editor of The Gotham Gazette."
"Roberta Muller?" Richard asked, "The woman that you have personally described as 'the most vile and demeaning piece of scum that has ever graced the planet while she should have been sucked into a black hole the moment she was born'? That Roberta Muller?"
"Well, I..." Perry stumbled, "That's not the point! The point is that she has challenged me to a game of sorts." Clark rolled his eyes; he had a feeling he knew what was coming, "The next headline will be 'Superman verses Batman!' Lane, get on that."
"Perry..." Clark said, "Mr. White. Batman and Superman try to protect people. We shouldn't turn what they do into a mockery to sell papers. Do we really want to have people take sides?"
Perry slammed his hand on Clark's desk, "Kent..."
"Sorry, sir." Clark apologized quickly.
Jason sighed and placed his finger on his chin, as if thinking in an over dramatic way, "I've met Superman." Jason said, "Can I meet Batman too?" Lois chuckled and Richard smiled. Clark, however, was given a rather ingenious idea if he did say so himself.
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Sitting in his favorite chair in his small, yet cozy, two bedroom, multi-level apartment in the outskirts of Metropolis, Clark pulled his cordless phone to out of its charger and dialed a number that he could still remember in a heartbeat, even after nearly six years of its absence in his mind. "Wayne Residence." An elderly and British accented voice said.
"Alfred." Clark said, "It's Clark Kent, I was wondering if I could speak to Bruce."
"Ah, Master Kent. Master Bruce has been wondering when you would call. I must say, that your return has been highly publicized and he hope that he would not be forgotten." Alfred said, "One moment, I shall get him." The sound of the phone clacking against wood reached Clark's ears as Alfred placed the phone on the wooden table that it resided on and went to find Bruce.
"Bruce Wayne." Bruce's voice said through the telephone; apparently Alfred hadn't told him exactly who was calling.
"Bruce! My dear flying rodent." Clark exclaimed, trying to keep himself from laughing when the other phone clacked on the floor.
"Clark?" Bruce said, "I hate it when you call me that. Bats aren't rodents!"
"I know. That's why I said it."
"What took so long to call? You got back from your soul searching expedition nearly a year ago." Bruce said indignantly.
"I've been busy with my side of the world saving business." Clark said, "And then I still have to work. Speaking of which, during my research of the Granville case, I noticed that you took Hayden and Donovan in. How are they doing?"
Bruce sighed, "As good as can be expected."
"So they're basically hanging on by a tread?" Clark asked.
"Basically."
Clark nodded, even though Bruce couldn't see him, "That's to be expected. That tread will become a rope at some point. They're going through what everyone goes through when they lose a parent, or both. We should know."
"That's true." Bruce replied.
Then something else reentered Clark's mind, "Bruce, have you heard about the newest headlines?"
"Do I want to know this?" He asked, knowing that whenever Clark changed the subject like that, then there was going to be problems.
"I doubt it."
"Tell me anyway." Bruce said, monotonously.
Clark sighed, "Apparently Perry is old college enemies with the editor of The Gotham Gazette." He said, "She challenged him to a round of my-superhero-can-beat-up-your-superhero. Superman verses Batman."
Bruce sighed, "I hate it when they do things like that that."
"I agree."
Clark could tell that Bruce was scowling at the phone, "But why is your name always first?" He asked.
Clark chuckled, "It rolls off of the tongue better."
"That's bullshit."
"No it's not." Clark said innocently. He knew that Bruce was thinking of something else to say, "We should get together for lunch or something, when Donovan and Hayden get better adjusted with the situation."
"That would be great." Bruce replied.
"By the way, if you happen to see a sandy haired young man trying to take your picture, don't snap him in half like a bread stick, he's just doing his job."
Bruce pondered for a moment, "A kid with a 'golly gee, shucks' look about him and a camera permanently attached to his hand? I've met him, sort of... He ran off pretty quickly. I must admit, he's not bad at it; he's really fast."
"That's Jimmy." Clark said, "He's a photographer for The Daily Planet. Perry threatens to fire him pretty much every day."
Bruce groaned, "I guess I can go sort of easy on him if it lets the kid keep his job. As long as he doesn't pester me or get himself into trouble."
"Thanks." Clark was about to say more, but a knock came at his door, "I have to go, Bruce. Someone is at the door."
"Bye, Clark." Bruce said, "Talk to you later."
"Bye." Clark said as he pressed the 'off' button and placed the phone back on it's charger. He sighed once again and stood up from his favorite and most comfortable chair. Whoever was at the door, was in a big hurry to have him open it, "Alright! I'm coming!" He said, his patience steadily getting thin. He hated it when people persistently knocked on a door. Opening the door, Clark felt his jaw drop, "Kara?" He asked. She had on black clothes, her face was extremely pale and colorless, except for her eyes, which were made up to look smoky, and her long blonde hair was twisted up and it was rather wavy, but it was Kara.
"Hello, Kal-El." Kara said, "Oh, sorry, it's 'Clark' on this planet, isn't it?" Clark couldn't believe what he was seeing, "Can I come in?"
"Kara?"
"Actually, it's Mylie when I'm on Earth." She corrected, "So... Can I come in?" Clark, who was still rather confused, stepped out of the way and let the young girl into the living room, "Thanks, Kal... I mean, Clark. I'm going to have to get used to that." Kara... Mylie, pulled off her jacket and placed it on one of the jacket hooks near the door, "What's wrong, Clark? Cat got your tongue?" She asked as she sat on his favorite chair.
Clark, who was unable to talk, stood in front of his open door with his mouth opening and closing in his attempt to try and speak. To be truthful, he looked rather like a fish. Mylie laughed at his expression, "What?" He managed to choke out.
"You look like a fish when you do that." She replied.
"Do what?" Clark asked. Mylie mimicked what he had looked like, causing Clark to sigh indignantly and close the door rather roughly, "You died!" He exclaimed.
Mylie shrugged, "I've gotten over it." Clark's eyes widened in a perturbed fashion, but Mylie didn't take notice, "But what I can't get over are those glasses. You look ridiculous." Clark scowled, "Right, off subject."
"You. Died." Clark repeated, enunciating both words so tartly that it made the young girl cringe, "So would you care to explain how you are sitting on my favorite chair?"
Mylie chuckled innocently, "As a matter of fact, I can't." She admitted, "The truth of the matter is, I don't know. But what I do know is that you're all I've got."
"What are you talking about?" Clark asked.
Mylie took a deep breath, "I've been searching for any sign of you for the past year. I lost everything, and then you showed up, looking for others like you. You found me... I was scrounging for anything that would keep me alive, but you found me. I don't want to go back to that." Clark smiled and walked over to his cousin, who couldn't be any more then 17. He wrapped his arms around her, immediately feeling as if he was freezing, "Can I stay?" She asked looking up at him with her brilliant blue eyes filling with tears.
"Of course you can." He said, "But I expect you to pull your weight around here." Clark replied.
"Clark, I think I can pull a little more then my weight." Mylie joked. Clark rolled his eyes. He hoped that Mylie had her powers under control, "My powers are perfectly under control, Clark." She said, reading the look on his face.
Ruffling her hair, Clark sighed, "So, where have you been?"
"Ever since I came to Earth, I've been in Russia." Mylie said, "A couple named Nancy and Fritz Sullivan found me roaming around their property in a remote part of the country. I told them that I couldn't remember anything about myself, so they took me in as their unofficial daughter. They gave me the name Mylie Sullivan to make the part more believable." Clark nodded and motioned for her to continue, "The Sullivan's were very rich people, so they had a lot of false friends and open enemies. Sometimes I could help them pick and choose the right ones."
"Why does that not surprise me?" Clark asked, "Please, go on."
Mylie nodded, "Well, about three months after they took me in, I found out that Nancy had a very rare kind of Bone Cancer. She died, that's how I found out. About a month and a half later, Fritz died as well. The doctors couldn't figure out a reason as to why he died, but I know why." Clark raised his eyebrow, "It was a broken heart. They had been married for 37 years and were still very much in love. Nancy's death nearly destroyed him. For the month and a half that he lived, I took care of him. I fed him and cleaned his room and fixed his bed. No one else was allowed to see him because they wouldn't have been able to handle him in his state." Mylie took a deep breath, "Fritz left me everything that he had as a thank you."
Clark nodded in understanding, "But that was a long time ago. Well, sort of. Where have you been since the Sullivan's deaths?"
Mylie sighed heavily, "I was staying at an 'orphanage' that was an hour away from the Sullivan's estate." She said bitterly, "It was the kind of place that wouldn't give any food except once every other day and we all had to work and clean. I swear, if they hadn't required us to have schooling, the Matron wouldn't have bothered. Everyone slept in shifts, so that the children wouldn't have to be worried about at the same time." Clark's jaw dropped, abashed, when he heard her description, "They aren't the nicest people."
"Why did you stay there?"
"I was looking for you." Mylie replied, "I didn't know about Superman until my roommate Anastasia Dmitri told me about him."
"What did she say?" Clark asked, his interest rather piqued about what other people in other countries thought about him.
"Just that you were super amazing and attractive." Mylie said, "It kind of frightened me."
"Why?" Clark asked innocently.
Mylie scoffed, "You're my cousin." She replied, "It's gross to think of you as attractive. Even if it is other people thinking that you are attractive." Clark shrugged coyly causing Mylie to roll her eyes.