A/N: New chapter! Shorter than the last one, but it gets the point across. This ends this little two shot of mine, so I hope y'all enjoyed it!
If anyone reading this is also following There's Something Weird About John Jones, I promise to have the next chapter up as soon as possible. I've just been crazy busy and had a massive writers block for the last few weeks, so everything I write is crap and I end up deleting it. Sorry!
If you aren't following that story, go check it out. It's the Justice League in high school, plus a little aliens and deception and all that lovely stuff.

In the mean time, enjoy this!

Chapter 2

A fresh new wave of pain rushed over him as he convulsed on the floor. Fingers scrabbled madly at the ground as he fought back the urge the scream. His veins, his body, his mind. They were all on fire. He could feel the kryptonite rushing through his veins, poisoning his soul.

He was dimly aware of a hand shaking his shoulder, saying his name. But Conner didn't care. He just wanted to die. Whether it be here in this cell or on some other godforsaken planet, he just wanted to stop the pain.

His body jerked another time and his eyes flew open. There was Superman, looking horrified and concerned and exhausted. Conner vaguely wondered if Superman even cared if he lived or died. If he did, he was a damn good actor. But that thought was pushed out of his mind as the kryptonite burrowed deeper into his body with a pang.

Was he going to die? That thought truly scared him. He hadn't had a very long life, and half of that time was spent playing lab rat for Cadmus. But, the rest had been good. The Team was great. Kaldur was distant, but understanding. Robin was just a plain dick, but Superboy counted him as one of his closest friends. He really seemed to understand the whole "no father thing". Artemis was too cold for his liking, which was odd because Superboy wasn't the friendliest guy on the block either and he knew it. He didn't care for Wally too much. The kid just talked to damn much and he hit on M'gann constantly. And M'gann…sweet, loving, naïve M'gann. Conner would miss her the most. He desperately tried to focus on her face, her mental touch, the feel of her lips against his own and the sense of security he felt with her, knowing she would never do anything to hurt him as they shared thoughts and memories in the middle of the night.

But even that wasn't enough to block out the agonizing pain that he felt. His vision was going dark now. Superboy knew he was dying. He'd be an idiot if he didn't acknowledge that simple fact. And, despite the belief of the Team, he was no idiot.

With a last shuddering gasp, he looked at Superman, trying to just motion to him that he would be okay. But something in Superman's face distracted him. His face, not unlike his own, was still showing desperation and misery, but there was something else. A shine to his blue eyes that you would see on a father looking at his newborn child. Love.

Then, the kryptonite took one more jab at his bones and Superboy's vision went black.

"We're losing him!"

Doctors in blue coats and surgical masks rushed around the Watchtower's medical bay desperately. The League had called in Star Labs best, and most trusted, to try and get the kryptonite out of Superboy's failing body.

"It's not working!" One of the nurses standing by the operating table cried. "We tried antibiotics, but they're not working-"

"Let me try something," a monotone voice interrupted her. Martian Manhunter flew from one end of the Medical Bay, where he had been going over Superboy's file with Wonder Woman, to the table. "I may be able to telepathically move the kryptonite in his body to one spot, then either I or one of you can go in and surgically remove it. But, it's risky. It may not work. . ."

"At this point, that's the best option we have." The first doctor said. "But we'll need a blood transfusion if you're going to be messing with his body. But, he's Kryptonian…right? We don't have any blood to match that."

"Yes you do."

Superman was walking towards them, jaw locked and looking determined.

"Wow," Wonder Woman said, almost mockingly. "The great hero has decided to help his son-"

"Diana don't," Superman cut her off with a warning look. "Just, don't." Turning to face the doctor, he said, "Superboy is my clone. Our blood matches perfectly."

With this simple statement, the doctor looked a bit overwhelmed. "Um, s-sure, th-that'll w-w-work," he stammered. "Can we get a needle or something? Wait, that won't work…" He trailed off, looking helplessly at Superman.

Superman sighed. "We've got kryptonite tipped needles around here. Just hurry!"

A few minutes later, Superman had a needle plunged into his arm and his blood was steadily rushing out of it into a tube, which than ran into a blood bag.

Martian Manhunter had taken a strong stance next to Superboy, eyes open as he surveyed the body. He slowly raised his hands and held them a foot or two above Superboy's motionless form.

He raised his eyes to Superman one last time. "Are you sure, Kal-El? It will be painful for him and there is a chance-"

"Just do it." Superman interrupted, grimacing as the blood continued to pump out of his body.

Manhunter nodded. Then, his eyes glowed silver and he began to work, quickly, but being as careful as possible.

Instantly, Superboy's body arched in agony, rising several feet off of the table. His fingers ran into the table, creating several large rips. His feet flailed in all directions as he convulsed in pain.

"We need to restrain him!" Wonder Woman yelled, dashing forward. "You!" She pointed at a trembling nurse. "Go find Captain Marvel ! If he's not here, get Captain Atom!" She lunched and threw herself on top of Superboy, forcing his arms down with a grunt. The bay doors slid open and both Captain Marvel and Captain Atom flew threw. Atom seized Superboy's legs and dragged them back to the surface of the table, while Wonder Woman relinquished her hold on both arms and just took the left. Captain Marvel held down Superboy's right arm, face red with effort.

"Careful!" The doctors yelled. "Don't damage him!"

"We're trying," Wonder Woman hissed through gritted teeth. "Would you rather him destroy the entire Medical Bay, then die from exhaustion?"

"I am done. The kryptonite has been focused in his upper arm. " Manhunter announced, eyes ceasing to glow. "Doctors, if you will."

The doctors and nurses rushed forward at once. One conjured up another kryptonite tipped needle and they set to work. Cleaning a patch of skin on his bicep and with a quick look at Manhunter, the doctor with the needle gently slid it under Superboy's skin. Superboy's breath caught in his throat, but his soon relaxed on the operating table. With a nod from the doctor, Cpatin Atom, Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman released the now limp body of Superboy.

"Pulse is steady, keep going. . . "

Green liquid oozed through the needle and into the syringe, filling it slowly. All eyes were fixed on Superboy, whose face had not changed. Superman's head was bowed; someone had removed the needle from his arm. It was dead quiet. Every doctor, every nurse, the heroes in the room… No one spoke.

"Done."

Manhunter nodded briskly at the doctor's statement. "Thank you, Doctor Wellis." Turning to Wonder Woman and Superman, he said "I could not remove all of the kryptonite from his blood, so there is still some residue in his body. Not enough to harm him, but his abilities will not be accessible for at least three days. I will tell Batman he will be off duty for the next few days as he recovers. As for now, I believe he will awaken soon."

It took both Captain Marvel and Captain Atom to move Superboy to a hospital bed. Sensing their presences were no longer needed, they exited quietly. Doctor Wellis and a few other doctors remained behind to send up an IV drip. However, one by one, they and the other lingering doctors and nurses left, but not before being thanked profusely by Wonder Woman and promised that the League would be in touch soon. Then, it was just the three League members and Superboy. The Martian Manhunter and Wonder Woman exchanged a quick look, then muttered excuses to Superman and made a hasty exit.

Superman sat there for a second, head still in his hands. Eventually, he stood and dragged his chair over to Superboy's bed and collapsed upon it.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking the silence of the medical bay. "For everything. I- I should have been there for you. As a mentor, as a friend, as a –as a father." His voice cracked. "I was just…scared. I was scared. Someone had gotten ahold of my blood and I didn't like that. I still don't. I was angry, and I took that out on you. I just…" Here he sighed and leaned back in his chair. Running a hand through his hair, he continued, "Rao, I was never any good at this sort of stuff. 'Spose that comes from growing up in Kansas-"

"You grew up in Kansas?"

Superman nearly fell out of his chair. Superboy's eyes were open and looking straight at him. He looked exhausted and in pain, but his expression was determined.

"Superboy, I-"

"Conner."

"What?"

"My name is Conner. Conner Kent."

Blue eyes met blue. Then Superman smiled weakly and said, "Hello Conner Kent. I'm Clark Kent."

Superboy's eyes widened in shock. "I didn't know, I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," Superman interrupted. "I should be the one apologizing."

"I know. I heard."

Superman faltered. "Ah, well, um…"

Superboy sighed and sat up in bed, wincing and putting a hand to his chest. "Just," he said, sill grimacing. "Don't talk until I say you can, okay?" He took a breath. "I'm not angry with you. I mean, I was, but not anymore. I'm just… Why? Why would you just pretend I didn't exist? I thought you hated me, th-that you never wanted to talk to me." He looked straight into Superman's eyes, expression broken. "I needed you and you weren't there. You were never there. I tried to make an effort to talk to you, I really did, but you brushed me off like I meant nothing to you."

"You've always meant something to me," Superman cut in quietly.

"Didn't seem that way," Superboy snapped.

"I-You, you were always there in my mind. When Klarion divided the worlds into children and adults, the first thing I did once the worlds were reunited was make sure you were okay."

"Why not just come up and ask me?"

Superman swallowed. "I couldn't. I couldn't be in the presence of something, someone, that was created to destroy me."

Superboy's expression grew even more hurt. "So why save me? Why rescue me from Goodness?"

"Because it was the right thing to do."

"The right thing to do?" Superboy's voice rose in anger. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I was wrong," Superman whispered. "I was wrong. You are so much more than a weapon. You are a person. You are a Kryptonian. You are my family. It took me a while to realize that, but…" he broke off. "God, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Superboy muttered. "You sound like M'gann. It's annoying."

Superman perked up at that. Small talk. Anything to get them moving in the right direction. "M'gann?"

"My girlfriend. Don't change the subject."

So much for that idea Clark.

"I understand why you have been, er, ignoring me. I always have. I just..wish you hadn't," Superboy finished. "Wow," he mumbled. "That sounded less lame in my head."

Superman snorted. "Yea, that did sound kind of like a teenage girl whining about her problems."

Whether it was the fact that there seemed to be a breakthrough between them or that is was nearly four o'clock in the morning, soon the two Kryptonians were laughing. Two nearly identical rich, baritone laughs, differences only in pitch. Their chuckles faded to giggles, then to sniggers, then silence.

Still smiling faintly, Superman said, "I don't think I'm ready to be a father right now. I mean, you're sixteen, right? Physically? Which means I would have had to conceived you when I was seventeen. Geez, that would be awkward to explain to my coworkers."

Superboy sniggered. "True. So, um, how about brothers?" His tone rose slightly in hope.

Superman smiled, meeting his clone's eyes warmly. "Brothers sound great."

Six Months Later

"Ugh, Clark! What is this?" Superboy's annoyed shout ran through the apartment. "Oh god, is this spaghetti?"

"No! It's linguini! Why? Is something wrong with my linguini?"

"It's purple."

"Purple? What-?" There were heavy footsteps, then Clark Kent appeared at the doorway of the kitchen, dressed in a pair of old sweatpants and a Kansas University t-shirt. Making a face, he joined Conner over the stove. "What the hell is that smell?"

"Your purple linguini," Conner informed him, poking at the pasta boiling on the stovetop with a spoon. "What did you put in it?"

"Nothing!" Clark insisted. "Ugh, this is why I eat takeout."

"Be glad Lois is in Paris," Conner said, adding water to the pot as he talked. "She probably would have lite the kitchen on fire again."

"Ugh, don't bring that up."

"Hey, you're the one that married her."

A phone began to ring somewhere in the apartment.

Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars/I don't know if you knew that/Oh we'd stay up late playing cards/Henri Winterman Cigars/Though she never told me her name,I still love you, Girl From Mars.

"That's me!" Conner cried, eyes searching the apartment for his phone frantically.

"Nice ringtone," Clark smirked, taking Conner's discarded spoon and stirring the pot of pasta.

"Oh shut up! Aha!" Conner pounced on the couch and procured his phone. "Hello? Hey, M'gann. Yes, we are still on for that. Totally." He sighed. "Love you too M&M."

"M&M?" Clark questioned as Conner hung up. "Cute."

"Will you be quiet? I have to go. I'm helping M'gann move out today." Clark noted Conner did not sound happy.

"You okay with that?" Clark asked, giving up on the linguini and moving over to join Conner on the couch.

"Well, I don't really have a say in it, do I? She wants to go move in with her uncle for family bonding or something, so that's what she's going to do. I can't stop her." Conner flopped backwards onto the couch with a sigh. "It's just Gotham is so far away, so I won't be able to see her. She's switching schools too, did I tell you? Yea, so I won't get to see her until weekends. And the Cave is going to be so boring! Zatanna technically lives at the Cave, but she just stays with Artemis in Gotham unless Artemis or Rob decide to spend the night at the Cave. Wally is in Central City, Kaldur is in Atlantis, Rob is in Gotham and Red Tornado is terrible company, no offense to him." Here he let out a groan.

Clark thought about the problem for a minute. "You know," he began slowly. "You always could move in with me and Lois?"

Conner cracked open an eye. "You serious?"

Clark nodded. "Why not? We've got an extra room, and Lois won't mind. She adores you."

Conner sat up straight. "But, I mean, you sure?"

"Yes! What do I have to do make my point?" Clark cried, scrolling through his own phone casually.

Conner's face lit up. "Then, yea, why not? God, Clark you're the best!"

Clark looked up and laughed. "It's now problem. Just whenever you want to-"

A loud 'ding' announcing a text cut him off. Conner grabbed his own phone and scanned it.

"Crap, she's annoyed. I have to go." He heaved himself up from the couch and started towards the door. "Don't eat that linguini, okay? Order some sushi, you like sushi right?"

"I love sushi," Clark said, reaching forward for a magazine on the table.

"Order sushi. I'll see you later, okay?" The door gently closed behind Conner as he left.

"Wait, Conner! We still on for patrol?" Clark hollered suddenly.

The door banged open again. "Yes, we are still on for patrol. Six o'clock, right?"

"Make it five thirty."

"But-"

"Five-thirty or you don't get to move in with me."

"Bitch."

"Jerk. And watch the language."

"Fine," Conner shouted. "Five thirty! I'll see you them!" The door slammed shut behind him.

Clark laughed to himself, eyes still locked on the door. So much had changed in six short months. Conner wasn't his sidekick, in fact, they only did patrol once a week together and that usually turned into Clark reminiscing about his early life in Smallville for a few hours. No, Clark was Conner's mentor. He taught him how to control his abilities, and was fully prepared to teach Conner how to fly if the need ever should arise. His wife, Lois, had been furious upon finding out Clark had a clone she had never met, but after a solid week of making Clark sleep on the couch, she forgave him and doted on Conner.

Clark doubted whether he would be able to consider Conner his son. He and Lois had only been married for a year, and having a sixteen year old walking around saying he was his son raised too many questions. So, Clark and Conner were brothers. Both adopted by Martha Kent, but born from the same, but unknown, birth mother according to the legal papers. But to them, Clark and Conner were practically inseparable. Superman had even given Superboy a Kryptonian name. Kon-el. El for the house of their ancestors, Kon for Clark's great-grandfather on his father's side.

Six months ago, Superman and Superboy had barely exchanged a sentence. And now they were brothers.

A/N: And end. Hope you all enjoyed it! Since this is the end, please please review. If you hated it, review! If you liked it, review!
Thanks to SageStormAshes for quick beta-ing both chapters, by the way. Without her, this might have been full of terrible grammar mistakes.

Song was "Girl From Mars" by Ash
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