Chapter Ten- Everything Changes

"Clark?" Oliver said as Clark walked in, while Myra took her time shutting the door. She really didn't have any intentions of telling him afterword either. She thought about letting it slide, but Clark wouldn't let her, "What are you doing here?"

"Myra has something to tell you." Clark said as Myra slowly entered the room.

"Myra, what's this about?" Oliver asked.

"Um, A few weeks ago um Clark and I did something," Myra started. Oliver's eyes narrowed, "We found out why I have powers."

"Well that's great," Oliver said he's eyes turning back to normal, "Why?"

"Because Clark and I took a test to see about my powers," Myra said, "I can run real fast, super strong, Clark's sonly going to teach me to fly, use heat vision and we're working on X-ray vision."

Oliver started hinting on.

"So, the results came in today," Myra said, "And we found out how I got my powers. I'm Clark's..."

"Daughter," Clark finished because Myra could believe that the words were coming out of her mouth, "Now, Ollie, I know you're going to be mad, but you just need to listen to me."

Anger and rage filled Oliver's eyes. The thought that his only daughter, the one last thing left in his family, wasn't even a part of his family. Myra's eyes filled with tears as she looked at her Dad, which wasn't even really her Dad. Clark stood behind Myra, defending her.

"The three of us are going to Mr. Gaelic tomorrow," Clark said, "To see who gets custody of Myra."

"You asshole," Oliver said as he tackled Clark onto the ground. Oliver sat on top of Clark, constantly punching him in the face. Clark didn't struggle at first, he could take the pain.

Then Oliver brought out the only thing that evened the fight, Kryptonite.

"Put... Put... it... away," Clark struggled under Oliver's hold. Oliver smiled evilly.

Oliver then took the Kryptonite in front of Clarks face. "How does that feel Clark? Not so super anymore are you?"

"My... My," Clark said.

"What do you want Clark?" Oliver asked holding the Kryptonite even closer.

"My... Myra." Clark stuttered.

Oliver turned around, facing his daughter, who was passed out unconscious on the floor. He quickly ran to her.

"It's the... Kryptonite," Clark stuttered yet again as he attempted to get back up on his feed. Oliver disposed of the Kryptonite immediately.

"I guess she really is your daughter," Oliver said, picking Myra up whose eyes were starting to flutter, signalling that she was alive.

"Yeah," Clark said, "Oliver, I'm so sorry."

Oliver sighed, "I am too."

"I told you," Lois laughed.

"Why are you here?" Myra angrily stared.

"Partially to gloat," Lois said smiling. "But I'm here mostly to comfort you. How are you feeling?"

"Sad," Myra said angrily, "Sad that I had to have such of a whore of a mother who can't even remember who she had a god dam baby with."

"Myra," Lois scolded, "You don't think I knew that Clark was your father as soon as I saw you. I knew. Your Dad and Clark didn't. I was convinced that you were your Dad's when you were in my stomach and your Dad made the perfect father. He had the crib, the nursery, he had everything and when your Dad looked at you for the first time, I knew he loved you and I couldn't take you away from him."

"But now I have I fake Dad, a real Dad who I barely even know, and a dead Mom," Myra cried, "You know how messed up that is? Did you ever think of me and what might happen to me once I found out?"

"Myra, please," Lois said, "Of course I thought of you. There was never the right time to tell them. What would you do?"

"So, what happens now?" Myra asked, ignoring Lois' question.

"Now," Lois said, "Everything Changes."