Prologue

What was I doing? Well…now that's a million dollar question, is it not?

I cast a glance at the young woman, lying with her head on my chest, her dark-brown hair covering a good part of the milky-white skin of her face.

I sighed deeply for the lack of having another options. I've never screwed up so big in my entire life…and there were mistakes, a lot as a matter of fact: killing Lex, almost killing Duncan while we were kids, drinking, gambling, pissing Clark off..lost of times, marring Dinah just to divorce her a year later…lots of wrong stuff, I don't deny! But this…this particular mistake in my arms, In my bed, cuddled on my chest with her leg tentatively draped over mine…crap, I'm a dead man…

As if hearing my thoughts the girl stirred slightly, her left hand making it's way to the base of my neck where it rested.

But how the hell something so wrong can feel so right?

How can two people fit so perfectly together if they're not meant to be?

The head started spinning and felt like loosing the train of thoughts when suddenly I found a delicate hand cupping my cheek and a pair of stormy grey eyes starring into mine:

"You wanna talk about this?"

I let out another sigh but didn't move.

"Ok…" She nodded, contemplating something. "There are only two options right now: either you talk to me about this or we go back to sleep."

I nodded startled by the way tables have turned. I was supposed to be smart and old and she the sparky teenager.

"Good." And she put her head back on my chest ready to resume her previous position.

I mumbled something incoherent and slammed a hand to cover my eyes.

"Ok, we talk then!" Great, now she was getting pissed. "Oliver?"

"I…it's just….I feel like…." By this time I got up and started pacing.

"God, I hope the rest of the sentences are as charming as their beginnings." She set up, covering herself with silk green sheet.

"I'm in limbo right now, missy, so keep your sarcasm in place.."

"I thought you liked me for my sarcasm." She smiled.

"Limbo…" I breathed out and continued pacing, a thousand of mixed thoughts invading my mind.

"Olli…" Her voice had a calming affect on me and it made me look at her when she called.

"I'm old enough to be your father…" I finally said.

"Don't flatter yourself, you're just forty." She smiled.

"Lily, you know what I'm talking about." And I kneeled next to bed, next to her.

"I know this looks strange…and it feels strange. To me as much as to you. But I'm not a little girl anymore, you have to understand that…I grew up in a world of superheroes and it's where you tend to grow up faster then normal. I've seen so much and been through so many things that I selfishly hope I deserved some sort of…refuge in my life." She traced her small hand along my cheek, jaw-line, still smiling, eyes bright. "And I'm happy where I am right now..but if you don't feel the same…"

She trailed of as her hand started sliding of my face. Subconsciously I caught it and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles.

"So…we're ok?" She was just unbelievably adorable and charming…and she always knew how to get what she wanted from me.

I nodded my head: "You'll be the death of me, Lillian Lane-Kent.."

She giggled at that and instantly pulled me back on the bed, letting me feel the strength that was granted to that small delicate young lady by her Kryptonien father…the father that would probably kill me when he finds out..but that wouldn't happen tonight.

"Now where were we?..Mmm?" She knew how to get what she wanted.