Part Four:
"Ready SB?" Wally asked cheekily.
"You hit on her, you die," the clone warned darkly, talking, for once, not about M'gann but rather his still unknown cousin. All he knew for certain was that the cousin was girl and that she was the only other confirmed purebred Kryptonian, other than himself and Superman of course, in existence. And he be damned to have the hyperactive little annoyance he called a friend mess up any chance of forming some sort of cousinly relationship he could have with this cousin.
Family had always been important to Conner, even as Superman rejected him every chance he got, and now it had just become more important. He didn't want his kids to not have anybody on his side of things. He may have been an unwanted, unasked for clone but his children would not bear that mark.
"He will behave." Kaldur'ahm intoned, his arm around Artemis' waist.
"Oh c'mon!" Wally cried out in frustration upon seeing this.
"Sorry Romeo," Artemis sighed, "I'm not your Juliet either."
"Wallace," Kaldur'ahm began sternly, "if you cannot be respectful I will send you back to your quarters. This's very important to Conner and I will not let you ruin this for him."
"Fine." And the speedster sulked.
"It'll be fine Conner," M'gann spoke as she appeared, taking a seat next to him.
"You feeling better?" he asked as he took her hand into his own, checking her pulse and breathing rate for distress.
She smiled softly, "Yes, it doesn't feel like I was in—" she paused, looking for the name of the device and coming up short, "it's that thing humans put astronauts in to test them. It's a chair in two rings and can be turned upside down and left and right and—"
Everyone else was nodding, "Yeah, we know what you're talking about."
"I felt like I was in that and Wally was at the controls."
"But you feel better?" Conner pressed.
"Yes, I feel better." She smiled.
"Superman, Supergirl," the computer rang out suddenly, announcing the arrivals.
Conner and M'gann stood, with the rest of Young Justice following their leads.
With Superman was a blonde woman; she was wearing a red cape, and her white top was emblazoned with the Super Sigil. Her skirt was short and blue and she wore feminine combat boots.
"Conner," Superman began as gently as always, "M'gann, this is Kara. My cousin, saved from Krypton just as I was. Kara, this's Conner, my clone, my son." His words hit everyone but Kara, everyone realizing the weight of them.
Kara grinned, "Pleased to meet ya Cuz," her blue eyes sparkled with mirth.
Conner was still in shock at Sup—Clark's words but a quick painful elbowing from M'gann woke him up. He smiled the patented Superman smile, "Good to meet you too Kara." Before motioning to M'gann, "This's M'gann, my—"
"Oh I know who she is." Kara laughed, "It's big news, what's going on with you two. It's spreading across the Super-community like a wildfire fueled by rocket fuel. How're you holding up Megan?"
"I am fine, thank you for asking," M'gann replied with a smile, being as polite as a foreigner who had studied her destination's cultural manners could possibly be.
"Aw c'mon!" Kara spoke playfully, "You don't have to be so stuffy, we're family now aren't we?"
"I suppose so," M'gann shifted on her feet uncomfortably and suddenly she found herself seated on the couch again, Conner beside her and winking. She grinned at his actions; she had forgotten he had access to super-speed.
"Please Superman, Supergirl, have a seat," Kaldur'ahm offered.
"Ah no," Superman chuckled, "we're here on a mission, one of utmost importance."
"We'll help in any way we can."
"Well, Lois wants me to bring Conner and Megan home for dinner tonight." He smiled, "Whaddaya say kids?"
"Sure," Conner nodded quickly. M'gann agreed as well and they left through the transporter.
"You got 'em Smallville?" a brisk voice asked as Clark left the guest room where the transporter was located. He had already changed from his costume into his civilian wear.
"Yes dear," he replied lightly as Kara followed; she was dressed in a modest Batman logoed top, beat up jeans, and her usual combat boots.
"Hey Lois," Kara greeted warmly.
"Hi Kara," the green eyed blonde replied just as genially, "You staying for dinner?"
"If I can…"
"No problem; oh honey, your mother is ill so they can't make it tonight." Lois informed her husband softly, not wanting to worry him unneeded.
"How bad is she?" Clark replied as he set out the plates.
"Just a cold. Alfred's sending her some of his patented Cure All Soup via transport…Oh!" Lois had just noticed Conner and M'gann, standing out of the way as if unsure of their place in this ordered chaos; she hurriedly wiped her hands on her jeans, heading over to greet and orient them, "Hello, you must be Conner. I'm Lois Lane-Kent, Clark's wife. It's a pleasure to meet you." She was smiling slightly, she had the feeling that she was looking back in time at a teenage Clark. She then focused on M'gann, smiling, "Megan, so glad to meet you again…"
M'gann looked up surprised, "Huh?"
Lois smiled wider, "At the JLA annual picnic, your uncle brought you so you could meet Earth's protectors…"
"Ah, yes I remember now." M'gann grinned, "It's nice to see you again Miss Lane."
"Please, it's Lois," the human rolled her eyes at her guests, "we're family now aren't we?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Good, hope you enjoy Earth food."
"I do indeed."
"Then c'mon. Both of you." And with that, dinner began. It was fine until a white blur zipped through, "What was that?"
"Oh, it's just Krypto, my dog from Krypton," Clark laughed, before commanding, "Krypto, freeze!"
The blur froze instantly, being by Lois, to reveal a mutt looking white dog. He cocked his head at his Master expectantly, "Krypto, come. Slowly." Krypto walked over to his Master like a normal dog.
"Krypto sit." He sat as told.
"Good boy," he received a scratch behind the ears and a piece of steak. Krypto disappeared before reappearing with a ball in his mouth.
"Go to Conner," Clark told his pet simply. The dog wheeled around, heading towards Conner as Lois moved to open the window. Krypto sat patiently, his head cocked to the side as he dropped his favorite toy.
Conner stared down at the animal, not comprehending what he was supposed to do.
'He wants you to throw the toy for him' M'gann told him telepathically, 'most probably out the window…'
Conner nodded, scooting his chair back and standing up. He bent down, picking up the ball, and moved to the window where he assumed a perfect pitcher's stance before powering the ball through the window with all his superhuman strength. Krypto gave out a bark and leapt out the window, flying after the toy.
'Even his dog can fly…' the thought echoed through his mind, 'why can't I? What's wrong with me?'
'Nothing,' came the reply, 'Nothing's wrong with you.'
Then M'gann severed her mind from his, scaring him. She only ever did that when she was mad at him. However he spun about to find her staring at Clark who was staring right back. They were conversing, he realized, and she wanted to keep him out…She suddenly smiled, cocking her head to the side as Clark smiled and nodded as if confirming something.
'C'mon and sit back down Conner,' her mind suddenly melded with his once again, 'Lois put a lot of work into the food.' He nodded stiffly and retook his seat.