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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Jedi-Bant- First and foremost, thank you for reviewing, I really appreciate it. Secondly, I am glad that you liked the teasing between Clark and Bruce. I have always had a love for Batman and my recent surge in love for Superman has given me a deep appreciation for Batman/Superman stories and they seem like the kind of people that would joke and tease around with each other as Clark and Bruce and be all serious and deep voiced and Superman and Batman. As for the third point, you thinking that Kara was weird, I'll take that as a compliment. I love weirdness and I have always been told that I was weird. You made my day with the weird comment, even if it wasn't taken the way you meant.

katemary77- I am glad that you think that you are enjoying this story so far. As for Kara, she is Clark's biological cousin and she and her family lived on the last surviving city of Krypton until she came to Earth and became Supergirl, who was kind of a sidekick for Superman, but I don't really like the word 'sidekick'... However, I am choosing to change a couple of the details like not having the surviving city and a few detail about her when she came to Earth (in the comics, her Earth name is Linda Lee Danvers and she wears a brown wig over her blonde hair. These are things that I am changing). I will also get more in-depth about how she came to Earth later on in the story.

Thank you LostSchizophrenic, muser321, i need more coffee, and Enigma Starflare. I thank you for taking time to review, you give me the inspiration to write more. So, again, thank you.

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Clark had given Kara... Mylie --he would have to remember that-- the extra room in his apartment that he had planned to make a guest room for when his mother and her new husband, Ben Hubbard, came to visit, but he couldn't make Mylie sleep on the couch! Mylie had turned in early so that she could get to school on time... She promised to explain everything in the morning.

Clark just slid into bed and hoped that he wouldn't be called to do some act of heroism or another during the night. Pulling his glasses off of his face, he looked at the wall. It looked just the same as it did when he had them on. Of course he knew this, his glasses were part of the Clark Kent package, but he didn't actually need them for true medical purposes. He placed the glassed carefully on his bedside table and sunk under his covers and closed his eyes to sleep.

Dream:

Life was nothing if normal for 15 year old Clark Kent. He was a skinny, nerdy, high school Freshman trying to survive the school year in Smallville High School. Placing his books in his bag, he momentarily turned just in time to see Lana Lang tiptoeing to place her Geometry book at the top of her locker. It was the end of the day and Clark knew that Lana's last class was Geometry and that she had had a test today. He silently prayed that his tutoring session was enough to help her pass it. Lana was beautiful, athletic, and smart but she would be the first to admit that she was bad at math.

Clark smiled slightly until a tall and burly football player tickled Lana on the sides, causing her to turn around. The football player, Daniel Foreman, was the quarterback and Lana's boyfriend. Clark sighed as Lana kissed Danny and walked out the doors and towards the football field, knowing that he, Clark Kent, was no where near her league so he should stop dreaming.

"Hiya, Kent." A deep voice said, as a large hand pushed Clark's remaining books out of his hands and pulled his backpack off of his shoulder.

"Billy." He replied to Billy Prescott, a senior and the best known lineman in the state. He looked around and, sure enough, Billy had brought five other guys with him, "Can I do anything for you?"

Billy laughed, "As a matter of fact, I got a question for ya." Clark nodded, hoping to not get into a fight today, "I hear that you was over at Lana's house for a few hours everyday this week. Now, you know that that is my buddy, Danny's, territory. So, I'm giving you a chance to explain yourself before I pound your teeth in." He said, grabbing a hold of Clark's collar.

Clark stammered for a moment before finding his answer, "I was tutoring her." He said in a shaky and semi-squeaky voice, "She asked me if I could help her with Geometry because she needed to pass the test that she had today."

"And did she pass?" Billy asked, threateningly.

"I don't know." Clark replied truthfully.

Billy chuckled, "You know, Kent... I'm feeling mighty generous today. So I ain't gonna pound you." He replied, "I got something else in mind." He pulled Clark around and shoved him into his own locker. Billy quickly slammed the door shut, "Have fun, Kent." Billy called as he slammed on the locker.

"Guys, come on!" Clark pleaded as the boys laughed and walked away. He banged on the door as he called out, "Hello? Hello? Anybody?" Thoughts of escape raced through his head as he knocked on the inside of the locker. He could use his strength and bust out, but it would take a lot to explain how it happened, particularly if someone just happened to turn the corner the moment he stepped out. Banging on the locker he continued to call out for help and no one answered.

It had been at least 15 minutes since the end of school and he was still stuck in his locker. He banged harder then before, careful not to put his fists through the metal and he finally thought he heard some voices, "Hello!" He called, "Is anybody there?"

"Clark?" A voice said.

"Lana?" He replied.

"Mr. Kent?" Clark cringed as he looked out the slots in his locker. Standing with Lana was Mr. Jacoby, the janitor, and Mr. Cornwell, the Principle.

"Hello Mr. Cornwell." Clark replied politely, "Good afternoon Mr. Jacoby."

"Clark, what is your combination?" Lana asked.

"37-25-17." Clark replied miserably. Lana dropped her books and unlocked his locker. With a click, Lana removed the lock and opened the locker door, "Thanks Lana." Clark said as he stepped out.

"Mr. Kent." Mr. Cornwell said, "People don't just lock themselves in lockers. Would you care to explain what happened?" Clark shifted apprehensively. If he told Mr. Cornwell what had happened, then Billy would get into trouble. Then the football team would be on him everyday until graduation, "Mr. Kent."

"Clark?" Lana asked, "Was it Billy?" Clark shifted again, giving Lana her answer, "Oh my goodness." She replied, more to herself.

"I'll take that as a yes, Mr. Kent." Mr. Cornwell said, "You should get home. I'll deal with Mr. Prescott." Clark nodded and picked up his books and his backpack and left to walk home. As he walked passed the football field, he could see Mr. Cornwell talking to Billy and the head football coach, Coach Timbers. Billy looked over and saw Clark and, with a death glare in his eye, threw the football straight for his face. Clark, even surprising himself, caught the football with one hand and threw it back. It collided with Billy's chest and knocked him back slightly. With that, Clark walked into the trees and ran home as fast as his super speed would get him there.

End Dream:

Clark lifted his head off of his pillow as the alarm clock rang in his ear. He looked around the room and noticed that his closet door was slightly ajar. Getting out of bed, Clark pulled out the outfit he had picked out last night and laid it on his bed. After showering and brushing his teeth, Clark reentered his bedroom and got dress and pulled on his glasses.

As he walked into the kitchen, the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes hit his nose. Momentarily confused about the plethora of smells, he got his answers when he saw Mylie standing at the stove and flipping some pancakes on to a plate. She placed the plate of pancakes on the table next to plates of bacon and eggs, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in and eat?" She asked as she poured herself a glass of milk, not bothering to look up.

"Um..." Clark said as he took in her appearance. Her make up, smoky eyes and pale face, was the same, she had her hair up in a tie and clip again, and she was wearing the same black jeans that she had been wearing the day before. She was also wearing a dark green spaghetti strap shirt that he hadn't seen before, and his button up white shirt with thin black strips was draped over her chair, "That's my shirt." He stated simply, staring at the shirt.

"I know." Mylie replied, "I'm going to wear it today. I'll give it back."

"Why are you wearing my shirt?"

"Well, I don't think that this," She indicated her shirt, "Is appropriate school attire for Lilith Springs College Preparatory School, better known as LSCPS." She replied.

"Lilith Springs?" Clark asked, his eyes bugging out, "How the hell are you going to pay for that, because I know you do not expect me to pay for that place."

Mylie shook her head, "Of course I don't, Clark. My birthday is in 13 days and then I will get control of what Fritz and Nancy left me. I'll be able to pay for it myself."

"Thirteen days?" Clark asked. Mylie nodded, "That's Halloween..." Mylie nodded again, "How is it that you're birthday is on Halloween?"

"That was the day that Fritz and Nancy found me." Mylie admitted. Clark nodded, his birthday had been set by his parents as the day that they had found him in a corn field, "So, are you going to eat, or what?" She asked.

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Standing outside LSCPS, Mylie looked at the map of the school again. She needed to find the Headmaster's office as quickly as possible. Students rushed around her and she felt a shoulder collide with her own. Instinctively, she jutted hers forward and dropped everything that she was holding, "Oh, I am so sorry." A male voice said. The boy that had hit her dropped to his knees and helped her pick her things up. Mylie lifted her head and saw that the boy had short cut hair, a thin physic, braces, and glasses, "I'm really sorry."

"That's okay." Mylie replied, "No one broke anything, so all is well. I'm Mylie Sullivan." She added, placing her hand out.

The boy looked surprised at her actions, as if he had never been offered a hand shake before. Especially not by a girl as pretty as the one in front of him (even if her make up made her look a little strange), "Um, Victor." He replied as he took her hand and shook it, "Victor Chance."

"Nice to meet you, Victor." Mylie replied, "Although, I have a question. Could you point me to the Headmaster's office. I'm almost late for my appointment with him."

"Sure..." Victor replied. He had a look of disbelief that a girl like her was talking to him, "You go through the main door and all the way down the hall. There is a stairway at the end of the hallway on the right. Go up that for three flights and you come to the door. Go through that door and his office is right there. You can't miss it."

"Thanks." Mylie replied as she walked away. She followed Victor's directions and found Headmaster Willisson's office in a heartbeat. She opened the door and walked in, taking in the bland decor that hit her like a truck.

"You must be Miss Sullivan." Said an elderly lady at an old and over polished oak desk in front of an over polished oak door. On the desk was a little plaque that said Marjorie J. Jones, Secretary, "You can go right in, the Headmaster is expecting you."

'Is it me, or do these people seem a little over excited to have me here?' Mylie thought to herself. Nevertheless, she smiled and muttered and almost inaudible 'thank you' and made her way through the frighteningly shiny wooden door. As she entered the room, the back of a large chair faced her while the occupant talked on the phone. Mylie used her x-ray vision and saw that Mr. Willisson was fairly large and beefy with gray hair. At the moment, he was yanking on his tie frustratingly, "Well, I am aware of that, Mr. Lofter, but I am afraid that if your son doesn't increase his grades, no amount of money will keep him here."

"Now look here, Willisson, you dried up old prune, Davis does his work and gets it right... It's those teachers you hire... They are unfair." Mylie heard, using her super hearing.

"Mr. Lofter, that will be all." Mr. Willisson said, "Good day." He hung up the phone and muttered a few obscenities. Mylie rubbed her templed and cleared her throat, causing Mr. Willisson to turn around in his chair, "Who are you and what are you doing in my office?" He asked.

"I'm Mylie Sullivan." She replied, "And I have an appointment. I thought that I should wait outside, but Ms. Jones said that I could come in."

"Of course." Headmaster Willisson said as he shifted slightly.

"So..." Mylie said, drawing out the 'o', "It's good to be here." She added, not knowing what else to say.

Mr. Willisson nodded, "Thank you, Miss Sullivan." He replied as he shuffled through his desk, trying to find something. He looked up at her and chuckled uncomfortably, "Um... One moment...Mrs. Jones!" He called as he left the room. Mylie didn't even need super hearing to know what was going on, he had lost her information, "Mrs. Jones." Mr. Willisson said (Mylie decided to listen in anyway), "Where is Mylie Sullivan's file?"

"On your table behind your desk." Mrs. Jones said tartly as she bit into a jelly doughnut.

"Oh, right..." He replied as he reentered the room. Mr. Willisson sat at his chair and swiveled it around, picking my a manila folder on the back desk. Mylie kept in a laugh because she wasn't suppose to know what had happened. So, she just stared sweetly at her new Headmaster, "So... Sullivan, Mylie Helene... That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you." Mylie replied, "I like it. My parents picked it out." Mr. Willisson laughed a small laugh at what he thought was a joke.

"Parents... F-F-Fritz and Nancy Sullivan." Mylie noticed his stutter. She was sure in that moment that he would do as much brown nosing as possible. The glint in his eyes showed her that he was indeed the kind of man that liked big names and big money... And two of the biggest names happened to be Mylie's dead, adoptive family. She had told Fritz the truth when he became lethargic, boarding on pitiful, and she had hoped that he would forgive her for lying to him. The last thing he said to her was that she was Mylie Helene Sullivan whether or not she was born that way and there was no way that Mylie was going to let greedy people take advantage of her or the Sullivan's... She never had.

"That would be correct." Mylie said monotonously.

Mr. Willisson shifted through the folder and mumbled something to himself. Mylie tried to keep her bored expression off of her face, but it was difficult. The Headmaster cleared his throat and looked up at her, "Well, I believe that everything is in order. Mrs. Jones will give you your schedule outside."

"Thank you." Mylie replied as she stood, thanking whatever higher power there was out there that she was finally free of the Headmaster's greedy glances.

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A livid Lois Lane sped from her job at The Daily Planet towards her son, Jason's, elementary school. Jason had just started the first grade three weeks ago and she was already getting calls to come and pick him up early. Apparently some of the resident school bullies, five year old school bullies, had picked on Jason and hurt him in some way... This was getting to be too much.

Screeching to a halt in the elementary school parking lot, Lois practically jumped out of her car and raced into the building, "Hello, Ms. Lane." The young secretary, Vera Davin, said to her, "What can I do for you?"

"I got a call at work regarding Jason." Lois replied angrily as the smile slipped off of Vera's face, "It had to do with bullies... Five year old bullies! How do five year olds become bullies?" She asked, more to herself then to Vera. She sighed and cast her gaze back to the secretary who held up her left index finger as to say 'one moment', and picked up her phone.

"Hello, Nurse Callahan." Vera said as quietly as possible as not to send the worried mother in front of her off of the deep end, "Lois Lane is here about Jason... Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay. Thank you." She clicked the phone back in place and smiled sweetly back to Lois, "Jason will be out shortly and then Mrs. Culpepper would like to speak with you, but we must wait for her to finish her meeting with the other party..."

Lois smirked her trademark reporter smirk and sat down. Surely the 'other party' was the bullies mother or father or guardian, and when said party was there, she was going to give them a piece of her mind, "What I don't get..." A voice said as it exited the principle's office, "is how this happened. They were five... How do five year olds get to acting like that?"

"I assure you that this will not happen again." The voice of Mrs. Culpepper, the principle, said as she exited her office with a tall and thin and very beautiful red haired women with what seemed to be a temper to match her hair color, "We will make sure of that."

"Well, you had better." The women replied, "Because if you don't, then I think that my daughter doesn't have a place in this establishment. I do not want to put her in any situation that would be harmful." She had her arms crossed across her chest and it made her even more intimidating then she normally was, which could be a lot some times.

"I second that." Lois replied, just loud enough for the duo to hear her, "Good afternoon Mrs. Culpepper. I was wondering what I am doing here, perhaps you can give me a reason."

"Ms. Lane." Mrs. Culpepper replied, "This is Lana Lang, her daughter was also involved in the unfortunate incident.

"How so?" Lois asked.

Mrs. Culpepper took a deep breath and continued, "I believe that the story is that these so-called 'bullies' began picking on the poor girl, as they are bigger then her and thought that they could get away with it." Lois noticed that Lana had rolled her eyes and they seemed to be actually on fire... She must not be a pleasant person when she gets angry, "And Jason tried to stop them."

"Really?" Lois asked. Lana seemed to calm down just a little and uncrossed her arms. Lois tried to speak again, but she was cut off by the door into the office opening and Nurse Callahan entering with Jason and a very pretty girl who looked like she was Jason's age, maybe a little younger, with curly and bouncy red hair that was in pigtails and gray eyes, "Jason." Lois sighed in relief as she saw that her son was uninjured.

"Ginger." Lana said as she kneeled down so that she was at her daughter's level. Holding out her arms, Ginger raced up to her mother and hugged her, "Are you okay, sweetie?"

Ginger shook her head 'no' and sniffled, "The mean boys pulled my pigtails. But then Jason tried to get them to stop." Lana kissed Ginger on the cheek and pulled her into a deep hug while Lois kneeled down as well to talk to Jason.

"Honey?" She asked, "Did you really do that?" Jason shifted his weight from one foot to the other and nodded hesitantly, "Oh, honey." Lois added and she hugged her son, "Are you hurt?"

"No." He replied, "They couldn't catch me." Lois raised her eyebrow as if to ask why they couldn't catch him, "I climbed a tree."

Lois' eyes widened, "Jason, you know that you shouldn't do that. You could get hurt." Jason shook his head, "What do you mean?"

"I didn't need my inhaler." He said, "And the tree didn't hurt me when I climbed up."

"Jason, that doesn't mean that you couldn't have fallen and hurt yourself." Jason opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off.

"Excuse me?" Lana's voice cut in, "I just wanted to say thank you for what you did for Ginger, Jason. It was very nice of you." Ginger nodded as she hugged her mother's leg. Lana noticed that Jason had shockingly unnatural blue eyes that were very familiar, but from where? "And it is obvious that he has been raised very well." She added to Lois.

"Thank you." Lois replied as she stuck out her hand, "Lois Lane."

"Lana Lang." Lana replied as she took Lois' hand and shook it, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"As it is you." Lois said, "It's nice to meet you Ginger." Ginger nodded, still clinging to her mother, "You have very pretty pigtails."

Ginger nodded again, but Lana tapped her on the shoulder, "Thank you, ma'am." Ginger said, understanding what her mother wanted her to do. Lois smiled at the girl's politeness, it was exactly what she had taught Jason.

"Well," Mrs. Culpepper said, "I would like to offer a suggestion as a course of action." Lois and Lana looked at her expectantly, "I think that Jason and Ginger should spend the remainder of the week at home while we fix our little problem."

"Fix? Problem? Little?" Lana asked, "It's bullying. You'll have to call these bullies parents and give the kids detention or something. And that's just the start... This isn't a 'little problem' that will go away with a slap on the wrist."

"Do I detect a hint of past experience?" Lois asked.

"Me? No, I was a cheerleader." Lana replied, "But one of my best friends was always being picked on constantly by the football team."

"Really?" Lois asked. Lana nodded, "So, we hope that this 'little problem', as you called it, will be fixed and we don't to have to hear that these bullies will not leave our children alone." Lois picked Jason up and placed him on her back, "Do you want to go to work with mommy?"

Jason nodded, "Uh-huh. Then I can draw at Mister Clark's desk."

"Honey, don't bother Clark."

"But he says that I don't bother him." Jason persisted, jumping down when a cell phone went off.

"Oh, sorry." Lana said as she dug in her pocket and pulled out her phone, "Hello, Mr. Wayne." She said, "I know, I'll be back in about half and hour. I know, I was the one that found that Fielder filed under 'T'. It was not for 'Thermodynamics' and you know it."

"Hi, Mister Bruce." Ginger called to the phone. Lois felt her jaw drop. Wayne. Bruce... Bruce Wayne? This women worked for Bruce Wayne? What she wouldn't do for an interview with the Infamous Gotham City Billionaire Playboy. But, then again, so would every other reporter as Bruce Wayne had sworn off personal interviews.

"He says hi, sweetie." Lana replied, "By the way, she's coming to work with me for the rest of the week. 'The more the merrier'? If you insist. Good-bye Mr. Wayne." Lana closed her phone and shook her head.

"You work for Bruce Wayne?"

"As of about a year ago." Lana replied, "And, honestly, I am amazed that Wayne Enterprises didn't go under before he came back. I met everyone that was working there before, and they seemed very nonbusiness like... To say the least. Meaning what I'm allowed to say in front of two five year olds."

"I like Mister Fox." Ginger said, "He's smart."

"With the exception of Lucius Fox." Lana added in response to her daughter, "Again, it was nice to meet you, Ms. Lane." Lana said, "Come on, honey. I need to get back to work."

"Bye, Jason." Ginger replied as she grabbed onto her mother's hand and left.

"They seem nice." Lois said, more to herself, "Lets go see daddy, honey." She said as she led him out of the building, "What's wrong." She asked him as she seated him in her car.

"Are we going to see daddy, or are we going to see my real daddy?" He asked.

"What do you mean, munchkin?"

"Are we going to see daddy or Superman, my real daddy?" Lois sat at the steering wheel of her car, shocked.

"Jason..."