Superman carried Conner to the main crystal control panel. Conner was in utter awe at the beauty of the shimmering crystal palace. Superman set the boy on the top of his shoulders, and took a crystal shard out of the panel and inserted it in a different slot. Thus, Conner learned the beginning of the history of Krypton, of Kal-El's parents, and about the end of their planet; Krypton. Conner couldn't stop staring at Jor-El, as Superman played Crystal after Crystal. When Jor-El talked about the day planet Krypton was destroyed, Conner felt a strange emotion; sadness. He wasn't from Krypton, had no prior knowledge to it. Yet, Conner felt a strange connection to it, more than just having Krypton flow through his veins, he felt sad. He felt sad that dad had lost his parents so young, that dad lost his home so young.

The hologram of Jor-El ended and Superman heard Conner sniffling. Superman grabbed Conner and pulled him off his shoulders. The boy was tearing up.

"Conner?"

"I'm sorry you lost your mommy and daddy."

Superman smiled weakly and hugged his son.

"Thanks kiddo, I used to be so lonely being the last krypton in the universe, I'm alright now though, because I have you."

Conner beamed at his dad, he felt awesome knowing he was making his daddy feel happy.

"Kon-El"

Conner looked at his daddy funny. Kon-El?

Superman looked down at his son.

"I have three names, Clark Kent, Superman, and Kal-El."

"You have three names as well; Conner Kent, Superboy, and now Kon-El. Kon-El was a strong and brave Kryptonian soldier and a member of the second House of El. I think it fits you very well."

Kon-El was so overwhelmed; he teared up and hugged his dad tightly. A Kryptonian name, just like dad!

Superman and new christened Kon-El walked away from the crystal control panel, passing a memorial statue of Jor-El and Lara. Superman continued showing his son his lair. They went into Superman's bed room, which was a futuristic bed, with a crystal slab acting as a table in the room.

"You sleep in here daddy?"

"I mainly sleep in Metropolis, but from time to time, yes I do."

"But dad! It's Soooo cold in here, how can anybody sleep like that!?"

Superman laughed, and tousled his son's hair, and they exited the room. Superman for the next half hour showed his son the rest of the crystal castle where he went when he needed guidance, where he went when he needed to get away from the world for awhile.

Superman walked back to the entrance with his son in tow.

"I had fun learning about grandma and grandpa daddy."

Superman smiled down at his boy, and then Jonathan and Martha came racing through his mind. Conner needs to meet them; just throwing him to their farm Monday would be too overwhelming to the boy. Conner should meet his Smallville grandparents today. Conner grabbed at Superman's cape, which jolted Kal-El out of his daydreaming.

"You okay dad?"

"Conner would you like to meet your grandparents today?"

Conner's mouth practically dropped to the floor. He had other grandparents not from Krypton?

"I have more grandma and grandpas?!"

Superman nodded his head, "Yes, they raised me after I arrived on earth, do you want to meet them today?"

Conner nodded his head very erratically, he was so excited! Superman chucked and held Conner securely before flying off into the cold, arctic air.

They two flew back to Metropolis; Conner complained to Superman how there was no bathrooms in the Fortress of Solitude. Once they got back and Conner was feeling relieved, Superman gathered up Conner's things. Earlier in the morning Clark had gotten some more clothes for Conner, he didn't know how long the boy was going to stay like this, so he had to be prepared. Once the little bag was packed, Superman called Ma, and let her know he was stopping by. Then he picked Conner up, and the two flew off to The Kent Farm. Conner could barely contain his excitement as the two fly towards Kansas.

Superman touched down near the farmhouse. Martha and John were sitting on the porch when they saw their son touch down from the blue sky. This wasn't an uncommon sight to see. What was uncommon about it currently was their son was holding a small boy in his arms. The boy had his face buried in Superman's shoulder. Martha and John were very confused as Superman walked towards the porch.

"Ma, Pa, I'd like you to meet someone. This is Conner Kent, my son."

Conner's head was buried in his father's chest, he had suddenly become very nervous when they touched down, what if his grandparents hated and ridiculed him? He couldn't deal with another family member disowning him.

Martha and John stared straight at the boy as he turned in Superman's arms to face them. They remembered Clark telling them about Conner a few months ago, he had shown them a picture. This boy wasn't the one in the picture Clark showed them. But this little boy looked almost exactly like Clark did when he was little.

Conner stared nervously at the two, unable to speak or say anything. Martha finally cut the silence by walking over to Superman and grabbing the boy from his arms. She gave Conner a huge hug.

"We've heard so much about you Conner."

Jonathan walked over to the boy in Martha's arms and tousled his hair.

"Yes we have, it's good to finally met you son."

Conner was overwhelmed with all the attention, but gladly accepted it. He hugged his Grandma back firmly; she was the closest thing Conner had to a mom. Superman smiled and excused himself to go change into some civilian clothes in the house.

"Honey, Clark didn't tell us you had gotten so small."

"Yeah, I got turned small, and Daddy is takin care of me."

"Are you going to stay like this son?" John asked.

Conner looked at his grandpa, and started squiggling around Martha's arms, grabbing for John. He hadn't given his Grandpa a hug yet. Martha handed the boy to John, who gladly took the boy in his arms.

"Don't know."

"Well that's fine, we're just glad to finally meet our Grandson.

Conner looked at Martha, and smiled. Grandson, he liked the sound of that.

"So Kiddo, how about a tour of the farm?"

Conner got very excited as they entered the farm house. Clark had been watching everything, now in farm clothes. He backed away from the window, as his parents and his son entered the house. For the next hour Martha and John showed their new grandson the house, the farm, and the fields. Kon-El found the cows funny, and laughed as the chickens pecked him. Conner had some fun racing off in the cornfields playing hide and seek, hiding behind the high corn stalks. Conner found it fun, Clark didn't, he was scared Conner was going to hurt himself. Clark after fifteen minutes of searching for his son, finally gave up, and flew high above the corn fields. He found Conner in seconds, flying by, and scooping the boy up into the air. Conner crossed his arms pouting, telling his dad he cheated. Superman flew back to the house. It was the afternoon, he was hungry, and assumed Conner was as well.

"Hungry?"

Conner frantically nodded his head. Clark and Conner entered the house. Martha and Jonathan were getting the table ready, putting forks, knives, and glasses on the table. Conner squirmed out of his dad's grasp, and ran to his grandparents.

"Can I help?"

Jonathan chuckled, and picked the boy up, setting him down on a chair.

"No bud, we've got it, just relax. Wait until you try your Grandma's apple pie."

Conner got very excited and turned to look at his dad. The same pie they had at the diner?!

Clark chuckled, and sat down at the table next to his son. Martha said grace (which completely confused the boy). The family then dug in. It was one of the best meals Conner had ever had. The best part though, was the rich, rich, apple pie. He had never tasted anything so sweetly delicious in his short lived life. After dinner, Conner helped his grandparent's clean dishes and in turn the two rewarded him by telling Conner all the most embarrassing stories of Clark they could think of when he was a child. Clark just shook his head, red with embarrassment.

The two said goodbye to Martha and John, and left the farm. Conner had told them he would be back Monday, while Dad was at work. Martha told him he could take Clark's room.

By the time Superman had landed in his apartment, Conner was dead asleep in his arms. Superman put the boy straight to bed, and changed out of his Kryptonian clothes. He sat in the living room, not paying attention to what was on TV. He had just called Bruce. The Dark Knight hadn't found any ways to reverse Conner back to his original age. Clark was starting to toy with the idea that Conner might be stuck like this for good, when he saw the boy sleepily step out of the bedroom.

"Conner, it's nine, what are you doing up?"

The boy walked over to the couch, climbed up onto it, and sat by his dad. "I couldn't sleep, I had a nightmare."

Clark closed his eyes, and sighed. These nightmares needed to stop. It wasn't healthy for a child to have such horrific dreams.

"You've got to realize nothing can get you Conner. You're save okay? I'm right here to protect you."

Conner looked up at him and nodded his head, his dad ruffled his hair.

"I stay up with you?"

Clark thought about it, one night would not hurt, and he highly doubted that the boy would still be up in an hour, he'd be out for the count before the clock struck 10.

"Sure you can stay up bud."

Conner smiled and snuggled next to his dad, as Clark flipped through the Tv channels.

Just like Clark Kent said, The boy didn't last till ten, and fell asleep slumped against his dad.

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