1: Family

Outside the Daily Planet, one long exceeding expensive limo sat waiting for the one and only Clark Kent. The limo had arrived almost two hours ago, and its occupants began to get a little antsy. Thus the tall, handsome man with light brown hair and dark eyes stepped out of the car giving one last shout, "Alfred I'll be back shortly." And into the Daily Planet he went.

In the bullpen as many called it, there was some after hours work taking place. Perry White was in his office, going over the finished articles, occasionally giving a shout or some inhuman growl at a piece he didn't think was Planet material. Richard White was in his own office working with the overseas additions. While a few other reporters like Kent and Lane were finishing up articles and tying up on leads. Leaving one small Jason, running around like Superman and occasionally going to jump off a flying cabinet, though the strong arms of Clark Kent always seemed to be there when he fell.

So the quiet company was thus disturbed when billionaire Bruce Wayne exited the elevator and gave a dashing smile, and made a beeline for Clark.

Clark was bewildered. He looked to Bruce who just smiled, "I thought I might stop by, and I have some one I'd like you to meet."

"Bruce could this have waited until I was off work?"

"Nay, I tried to find out where you live, but seeing as its just the suitcase for now," indicating toward the suitcase beneath Clark's desk, "I had the of the local Wayne Hotel open a suite for you," before Clark could cut him off he continued, "Anyway even if you don't want it, I need you to watch some people for me while I am out of the country."

Clark suspicious asked, "What kind of people?"

"Your kind of people."

Now Lois Lane had never been one to be forgotten, no way no how, and due to the fact she had no knowledge that mild mannered reporter was such good friends the richest man in the U.S. she was getting a little angry.

"CLARK!"

Both men stopped their jovial conversation and looked to the fuming brunette, "How come you never mentioned this connection"

"You never asked."

Suddenly there was a loud shout from the entrance followed by laughing and someone with accent who sounded just a bit worried.

Clark and Lois, along with thee rest of the office, other than Bruce who had his face in his hands, turned to see a woman who could easily pass as a super model, take a rather large book and chuck it, with great speed, at the back of Bruce's head. Clark reached out grabbing the book as he heard two little voices say, "Daddy's in trouble."

The woman who had walked in was about 5'10", with clear green eyes that seem to be illuminated be the light, she had long straight black hair which her lower back and was just beautiful.

On either side stood a child, one a girl with brown hair and green eyes, and the other a boy with black hair and brown eyes, and both looked to be a bit younger than Jason. Another who had been off to the side, a little girl now stood next to Lois beaming up at her and said, "Hi my name's Anna Lang, what's yours?"

Lois was taken aback; previously she had been too occupied with the fuming woman and Bruce Wayne. She looked at the little girl who may have been less than a year older than Jason, she had long curly red hair and a big brown eyes.

"Lois, my name is Lois Lane."

Clark had heard the name, Lang, he turned to the girl and he saw it, there she was Lana Lang, only with red hair, the daughter was the spitting image of the mother.

Clark bent down next to her, "Where's you mom?"

"Are you Mr. Kent?"

At Clark's nod she continued, "Momma she died," Clark's eyes had become glassy and Lois was in shock that such a small child should be without a mother and be so calm about. Little Anna continued. "Momma tried to find you, the bad man was after us, and that's how we found Uncle Bruce, but Momma was sick and died. Uncle Bruce has cared for me ever since, until I could find you," and with that she threw her arms around Clark.

Clark stood a little bewildered and asked, "Where is your Dad?"

The little girl began to sob, "Daddy is the bad man, he is! You gotta make sure he don't find me," and the little girl sobbed and sobbed, her happy demeanor had utterly changed in seconds, and with that Clark hoisted the little girl into his arms and they walked towards a vacated office, with Bruce, the lady, and the two children.

The little girl looked at Clark asking, "So Superman are you gonna keep me safe from Daddy?"

Clark was a bit taken back when the little girl called him Superman, but he was even more taken back when the lady threw her arms around his neck from behind and was hanging on him.

"Bruce what is going on?"

"I liked you to meet my fiancé, Mara Kent a.k.a. your biological sister. And these rugrats are our children, all minus Anna there. This one is Jordan and this little angel is Lara, we named them after your parents."

Clark was stunned beyond words and set Anna down, tears glistened in his eyes, and he took Mara in his arms and asked, "How?"

She smiled, a sad smile, "When they sent you away they sent me away as well. Hoping our two ships would stay together but they didn't, and I landed in China while you landed in Kansas. I am what would be considered three Earth Years younger than you."

Bruce had been watching the office's remaining workers and he saw the boy, who was watching them intently from Clark's desk. Thus when his little boy Jordan said, "He can hear us." It was no surprise.

Looking at his son he asked, "How can you be sure?"

Jordan's serious little face contorted and said, "'Cause he told me he could hear me up here," pointing to his head.

Bruce was astonished, "Clark who is that boy?"

Mara looked at her brother's sad face and asked, "He's yours isn't he, yours and the Lane woman's?"

"How'd you know?"

"We, me, you, all of our descendants and blood relatives can communicate through are minds, but only us."

Suddenly there was a loud crash, an Ut-oh and there stood Jordan, half-way into the next floor looking quite angry, "Momma I wanna go home!"

Her eyes flared, "Jordan that is no reason to stamp your foot, I told you about that a million times."

Jordan glared at his mother and when she went to pick him up, he tried to struggle, but it was to no avail as his mother began to leave the office towards the elevators.

Time slowed as she past Jason though and in her mind she asked, "Would you like to fly with us?"

"Can I?"

Mara smiled, a mischievous smile and in this slow motion of time she reached out her hand, "We have to be quick, can you be quick little boy?"

Jason smiled, "Oh, yeah I bet I could be quicker than you," and with that he reached out and took Mara's hand, time now had to compensate for what Mara did. No sooner had his hand touched hers than they were in the elevator headed for the roof.