Martha Kent, there was nothing better after a long day on the farm, then a couple bottles of Merlot and Downton Abbey. Dan Stevens was really something for the eye to behold with his sandy blond hair, chiseled features and boyish charms. She certainly wouldn't of, kicked him out of bed.

Lady Mary was one lucky lady until Dan Stevens decided to leave the show and Matthew was killed off. Martha hadn't liked the decision and Downton wasn't really the same after that, but it was still was worth watching. Especially the drama between Anna and Bates, and this season was one of the best, with the, who done it murder of Greene.

When the episode ended Martha switched the DVDS, putting in her copy of Outlander, placing it on pause as she waited for Kara, to finish the dishes. When her son had left her with his traumatized cousin, she had been undoubtedly pissed at him. She had only just retired from her job as a librarian at Smallville Elementary after about thirty two years of helping the youngsters of Smallville with their reading.

She'd sent Kara out an errand or she'd thought.

Martha closed the door. "She misses her mother." She said turning to her son, telling him about finding her curled up in a ball outside of the barn last week. Clark just shrugged not even bothering to look up at her. It was then that she realized her son thought that she was a replacement for Kara's own mother Allura. She wasn't and she knew from her own experience, from when she was about Kara's age and she lost her own mother to breast cancer. You cannot replace a mother, you never replace that love. Now she was angry.

"What the fucking hell Clark!" Martha, yelled. Her son, stared in shock from his perch upon, the couch, his mouth agape "What was I supposed to do mom, leave her in the fortress of solitude" "Or foster care?" Martha shook her head "No" she said realizing the truth of it. Folding her arms she leaned against the door. "But you could've, at least discussed it with me before taking off." Clark groaned rolling his eyes in the dramatic way he always did ever since he was a teenager. "Fine than mom, I apologize for not talking to you beforehand." Martha narrowed her eyes "You don't have to be so fucking condescending.

"I'm not being condescending. "

"No, you are." Martha snapped " Did it ever occur to you how the hell I would support her?" Clark just stared at his mother, saying nothing. "You know money's tight, your father's pension isn't much, even with adding my social security, it's barely enough to live on. Let alone raise a teenage girl. Did you even think of that!" Clark, just shook his head.

'No, of course not! You never do!" Neither one of them noticed, that Kara had returned from her errand and was standing at the bottom of the steps well within earshot. It was the flash and the slamming of the back door that alerted them to her presence.

"Oh great Mom, now look at what you did."

"What I did, so this is my fault." Realizing that there was no more point in arguing anymore with son, Martha raised her hands in a gesture she always did when trying to make peace with Clark and went to go check on Kara.

She found her curled up next to the ship that had brought Clark to them.

"Hey" She said reaching her hand out "You okay?" Kara shook her head against her knees. Martha licked her lips " I'm sorry about all this." Kara looked up. "If this thing called money is a problem, I could get a job." Martha shook her head "No, that's not it." She leaned her head back against the silver of the ship with a groan. "Ugh" "It's just that, Oh I don't know." She found herself at a loss for words, how could she tell this obviously lost and traumatized girl the truth that money was in fact a problem, but it wasn't the only problem either. What about her health? Though she was in perfect health as of now, she wasn't young anymore, what if something happened down the road? Add in the fact that her son obviously thought that she would be a good replacement for the girls own mother. Which was an asinine idea in and of itself. God how the hell could be so damn oblivious? Just like he was oblivious to the fact that, his paramour Lois had already figured out his identity long before he reveled it to her and was just playing dumb for his sake. Damn it there were times when she really wished her son would get a god damn clue.

It was Kara's hand on her shoulder that brought her back. It had all worked out in the end though. No thanks to Lois, who told her son in no uncertain terms that he was to provide some amount of money for Kara's care. Thus Martha received a stipend totaling about 1,000 dollars deposited into her account every week.

"I finished the dishes." She said with a smile, as she took a seat next to Martha's on the couch. "Hope you didn't use super speed." Kara shook her head "No." "How was work?" in the proceeding weeks Kara had managed to get a part-time job at the local diner, to which she gave Martha money, to which Martha deposited in a separate account she'd set up for Kara's college fund. "Good" Kara said as she drew a strand of hair around her ear. "Ready." Martha smirked and turned to Kara as she clicked play on the DVD player. "You know I, know you like red-heads and I definitely would not kick Jamie out of bed." Kara just blushed red turning her eyes to the tv.

As they watched the episode Kara thought that her life somewhat resembled Claire's she was after all a stranger in a strange land. Trying to understand customs and rituals which were not her own. But she did not have an enlightened hot highlander red head to help her navigate as Claire did, the closest she came to that was JOPlanetboy1. Who remained a complete mystery to her, thanks in no part to her cousin, whom wished that her identity remained secret for her own safety. So to bypass that, JOPlanetboy1 had designed an app that allowed them to contact and communicate with each other privately without rivaling each other's respected identity. She had to laugh at that.

The Queen Elizabeth Northern Ireland.

They sat in a smokey booth towards the back of pub. The Queen Elizabeth was a long and established loyalist meeting place since it's opening nearly four hundred prior. Conhubar was greatly pleased with Egan at the moment as he overlooked the photos that the young lad had taken. The girl was beautiful, she was perfect. "Kryptonian you say" The boy nodded "Yes sir. Superman's cousin in fact." Cohunbar smiled the ghastly smile of the undead as he lit his cigarette. That was even better news than he could had hoped for. With a Kryptionian bride swelling with child he would be unstoppable. Of course there would be a lot of work ahead with that damn peace processes and all. But no matter he'd solve that problem when he came to it. For now he was just pleased, he extended his hand to Egan. "You've just earned yourself a promotion lad. Welcome my first vassel of the Red Branch."