A/N: It took me 3 months but I'm back! By the way I'm sorry for the delay (as always) RL was a bit crazy lately.

About this chapter: It was chapter that it wasn't supposed to exist in this story. It's a child's chapter and that makes it short because children tend to think for minutes but feel, really feel the world around them 24/7. Sappy, I know...

Misha and Shado Librarian thank you for your great help. You truly are my dream makers.


Jason woke up trembling. He took a few short breaths, fearing that the sharp pain in his chest would come back again. He also kept his eyes closed not knowing what he was going to see if he opened them. He was terrified. One moment he was heavily sleeping and the other a thorny pain in his chest had woken him up only to faint seconds later. Only one face he could remember clearly before he had fainted. The same face that belonged to the person who was holding him in his arms after the party fiasco. Clark's.

Suddenly he felt a warm hand playing with his hair. Soft nails were now touching his forehead and were slightly scratching him. He could recognize the scratch of those nails anytime. Mommy. He opened his eyes and saw her sitting beside him gloomy.

"Hey, baby" she whispered as she was still playing with his hair just above his forehead.

"Hey…" Seeing his mother there made himdare taking his first deep breath, risking to feel again his chest ripping by half. Nothing happened. He looked down .No blood. But then again, he knew that the pain earlier wasn't in his imagination.

The lack of blood on his clothes was understandable. They had changed him but when he put his hand to touch his chest and track the wound that cause him that pain, he didn't find a thing. Not even a sensible scar.

He tried to get up, but his mother gently put him back on the soft pillows. He looked around the white room, finally grinning at seeing the plain decoration. It had nothing to do with how his home looked yet he really liked the place. Only him and his mother were breaking the dazzle white. He looked again at the clothes he was wearing and turned to look at his mother.

"Should I take them off ?" he asked, trembling now to the idea that his mother would yell at him again for those black clothes.

His mother shook her head and whispered "No". Her face was pale and the soft sobs coming from her mouth were shaking her slightly One of her palms was painted red. That palm came and rested on the left side of her chest. It was like she was trying to hold her heart inside her chest. She gave him an half smile and kissed him on his forehead, leaving a small curl to drop on it. That was the moment he could have sworn he had heard faintly his mother's erratic heartbeat.

He didn't know how much time had passed, only that through all of it he had been looking straight into his mother's eyes. It was as if he were trying to read her soul and the truth was, he didn't like what he found: Pain.

"Where are we?" he asked, trying to distract his mother from her thoughts. Actually he had been wanting to ask that question from the moment he woke up, but his mother was never too willing on giving any kind of answers. Every time he had asked something serious for the last few months her face had gone pale. As if she were expecting one of those question to be the one that would bring catastrophic results to their lives. Her life.

"In a special house. Superman's house." Jason noticed that she was bitting her lower lip. That meant that she was anxious about something. He had made her anxious, he knew it.

"No, it's not," he replied calmly. He had been to Superman's house once. Just once, and he was sure that that room didn't belong in his apartment. It was one of the nights before his daddy had left for NY, and despite that, it was one of the best nights out of his house.

"I know that you went through a lot the last few days, but right now it's not time to play, maybe later..." she was talking to him as softly as she could, yet she thought that he was playing. Grownups...

"But it's not," he repeated, calmer than the previous time, as he knew quite well that his mother wasn't a tolerant person.

"And where is it then?" she asked him, wanting to end this discussion.

"In Metropolis " he simply said.

She looked at him with a quick glance and a brief smile appeared.

"He woke up?" said a deep voice from the door, to the right.

His daddy was just coming into the room. Behind him, was a very familiar man. He was followed by Superman. He didn't wear his usual suit or his casual clothes. He was wearing the exact same clothes as him. The only thing that changed was the size, nothing else. Jason felt so proud, so unique with those clothes. Still, he was looking at his daddy to be sure that he wouldn't react like the last time.

"So will we be able to leave soon?" his mother asked.

Superman nodded as he took a few steps back to the closer wall. His movements were heavily and there was a slight expression of discomfort on his face. He was trying to smile, sincerely, but something was stopping him from it. Not his mood, something else. If he hadn't known whom he was referring on his thoughts to, he would have said that it was physical pain.

"It won't be as easy as it was with the sea plane, but we have to give it a try. We're ready to go now." Yet he didn't sound so confident. For some reason he was scared. His daddy was always the one that organized everything in their lives. Actually it was clear that sometimes he was pushing it too far for his mother's hotheaded character. They were completely different. They both had the illusion that the other was the safety net in their relationship, what the other truly needed. He might be too young, but he had learned to observe and most of the time his observations came to the right conclusions. Nothing was perfect in his family, and he was afraid that nothing ever was.

His daddy approached the bed, ready to take him into his arms, when suddenly he stopped, hesitating. Jason saw him look at Superman straight in the eyes, as Superman closed his eyes and turned down his head, nodding to do it. Approval. That was strange, but he didn't say anything as usual.

Still in his father's arms, they left the bedroom, passed the aisle and Jason found himself in a huge white room. There, his father's strides widened as he tried to bury the boy's head in his chest. However he had already seen what they were keeping from his sight. There were red spots at two points on the floor. The second was his, he knew that, but the first?

Before he had time to think about it again, about why he didn't have any wounds or why he wasn't hurting anymore, they were out in the cold wind. Everything was cover in snow. He supposed he should be freezing, but surprisingly enough he wasn't. Even so, this time he willingly hid his head into his daddy's shivering chest and drowsily closed his eyes .

He felt he was changing hands, but still he didn't open his eyes. The body that he was holding now made some awkward movements and it was much warmer than his daddy's but still colder than his. After a few minutes he finally opened slightly his eyes and saw Superman's silver shield; he closed them again quickly.

When he was seeing him in his suit, rescuing people, he was a hero, inaccessible, almost unreal. Although, when he was alone with him in the office or even when he was coming in the middle of the night when he thought that he was sleeping, he was just Clark. He liked Clark more. He was as shy as himself and he always observed people. Like him. He also wasn't a talkative person. When and if by any miracle, he was chattering with his co-workers during his lunch break, it never lasted for long. He was his Mummy's exact opposite. Yet there were so many things that Jason felt that he had in common with him. A suit doesn't fly, a name doesn't save people. An unsuited Clark had helped him the other day. Too many silly thoughts that were keeping him from the only thing he really wanted: To fall to a peaceful sleep.

He leaned his ear on Superman's chest and let himself listen only to the heart that was beating underneath his head. Even the loud noise that suddenly started didn't't distract him from the heart beating. He felt asleep finally in his arms. Not Superman's, but Clark's. Just before he drifted to sleep, he heard the man that was holding him tight murmur in his ear.

"You really are a precious Healing Lane, my boy"