Connor was sleeping peacefully when he felt the lights being cut on. He opened his eyes and there was Clark just as happy as he could be. Clark being raised on a farm was a 5:00 AM kind of morning person. Connor being raised in a pod, was not a morning person. He was like most teenage boys and was a 10:30-11:00 AM kind of person.

"C'mon hop in the shower," ordered Clark. "It's going to be a big day."

"Clark it's nine in the morning," said Connor grumpily.

"I know what time it is Kon-El." Clark had told Connor all about Krypton yesterday at lunch time and decided to give him a Kryptonian name as well. "Now come on, out of bed we have to get flying."

"You keep saying we have to get flying, but I don't fly. I haven't gotten that power yet."

"You don't start flying until you're 21. Consider that your real adults only gift along with alcohol." He put an emphasis on the word alcohol.

Connor rolled his eyes but didn't get out of bed. He was tired as hell. They went shopping all day yesterday. Clark had bought him a brand new queen size bed(which he couldn't wait to get M'Gann in for a quick tumble when Clark was out saving Metropolis), a new dresser, brand new blankets, anything he needed they bought with Batman's credit card. Clark had turned his office space that he kept in his apartment into a room for Connor to use for whenever he was in town. Clark pulled the giant Superman comforter off Connor and put it on the floor.

"Connor I'm gonna put the scrambled eggs on the skillet," said Clark. "And if you're not out of that bed and in the shower by the time I get back, you will not like me."

He turned around and left the room. Connor put his face into his pillow and growled. So this was what having a parent figure was like. He was loving every moment he had to admit, but why did they wake you so damn early? Either way he wasn't getting up. Connor was going to relax in that bed with his shirt off and his underwear on until about 12, then maybe he would get up. Suddenly he felt something burning. Damn why was it so hot all of a sudden? His feet were burning like hell. Connor roared and fell out of bed. He turned and saw that his feet were cherry red and Superman was standing with his eyes bright red.

"DID YOU JUST WAKE ME WITH HEAT VISION?"

Clark eyes returned to their icy blue color. He answered back," it works doesn't it? And the best part is it can't kill you. Get in the shower please."

Connor rolled his eyes and got into the shower. He was in and out in five minutes. Clark had also bought him an all new wardrobe. He put on what he was now going to call his lucky boxers, along with a white v neck, a pair of black shorts, and a pair of sandals. He came into the kitchen where Clark was just finished flipping the pancakes into the air.

"I bet Batman doesn't wake Dick this early," he grumbled.

"Of course not," replied Clark. "Alfred does it for him."

At 9:30 they left the apartment. Doctor Fate had assured him that he would keep order in Metropolis while he was gone. That scared Clark a little, so he secretly asked Red Tornado to check in on the Lord of Order when he got a chance. After breakfast, Connor and Clark went to the top of the apartment building roof. Connor had on his backpack and Clark was carrying the suitcases. They would've left last night but Clark said just wait until morning. They were going to a place called SmallVille. Clark wanted to introduce Connor to his parents John and Martha.

"So how do we get there," asked Connor impatiently. "I don't fly."

"Which you have now reminded me three times this morning," replied Clark rubbing his forehead. "Fortunately for the both of us, I do. Now I doubt you want me to carry you like a baby."

"But daddy you never even held me as a child."

Clark ignored the sarcasm and continued. "I can carry you in a full Nelson, or I can carry you on my back, your choice."

Connor thought for a second then said," what just put my arms around your neck? Just like that?"

Clark nodded his head yes. Connor grabbed onto Clark's neck. Clark picked up the suitcases and jumped into the air and they were off. Clark was flying about 50 mph and Connor started to feel queasy. He probably should've insisted that they let their food sit a while longer.

"Has anyone ever told you how damn heavy you are," asked Clark.

"Look who's talking," replied Connor. "I saw you eating doughnuts yesterday when told me there weren't anymore."

"You don't need the junk."

"And you do? Well at least I know where I get the fat genes from."

"I am not fat. God you remind me of Bruce so much it's scary."

"I'm that much fun?"

"I could drop you, you know."

Connor only laughed at that. "So what are we gonna tell you parents? I'm a clone designed to kill you incase you go rogue?"

"Yeah I think that we should just avoid that."

"So what're you going to say?"

"I'll figure something out, now hold on tight because we're flying too slow for me."

Connor gripped tighter as Clark sped up. The had to be going 100 mph at this point. It seemed like they were in the air for hours, suddenly Clark began descending and in no time he was on the ground. Connor found the nearest tree lost his breakfast everywhere and Clark laughed at him.

"Yup flying was just like that the first time for me too."

Connor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and exhaled deeply. "Flying and drinking. Well at least both make you throw up."

Clark looked at him with his arms folded. "That's not funny."

Connor smirked. "I thought it was. Now come on, puking all that up has made a little hungry."

They walked up to the front door (Clark in front of Connor) and Clark knocked. A woman answered the door, and she immediately smiled.

"Clark you're here; JONATHAN HE'S HERE," she bellowed giving Clark a hug. The woman was obviously Martha. She had graying shoulder length hair tied into a ponytail and was about 5 '7' opposed to Clark who was 6'6. An older man came to the door with a pipe in his mouth and glasses on his face. He was about 6'1' with snow white hair.

"Welcome home son," said Jonathan also giving Clark a hug. "What brings you out here for a visit?"

"Guys there's someone I'd like you both to meet," said Clark. He stepped to the side to reveal Connor. "Mom, Pop, this is Conner Kent... he's my son." Conner looked at Clark. Did he hear that correctly? Clark had just called him his son? He couldn't believe it. Apparently neither could Martha because at that exact moment she fainted, but thankfully Clark grabbed her just in time and carried her in where she quickly recovered.

Connor had met his "grandparents" for only 20 minutes already and knew he was going to love them. At the moment four of them were in the kitchen, and Clark was being questioned relentlessly by his mother.

"Clark Jonathan Kent how could you," growled Martha. "How dare you keep Connor away from us for seveteen years? I'm so pissed off at you right now." Clark looked like he was trying to come up with a reasonable excuse but he was stuck. "Thanks to you we've missed his whole life. His first steps, his first bike ride, first day of school, and everything else!"

"Now now Martha remember your blood pressure," reasoned Jonathan. "Clark obviously had his reasons for not telling us."

"What good reasons are there for keeping a grandmother from her only grandson? Don't even bother to answer Johnathan because there aren't any." Jonathan remained quiet on that one with a smirk while Connor was trying hard not to laugh. Martha pointed a finger outside. "Outside Clark, the fields are waiting for you. It's 2:30 if you hurry now you'll finish in time for dinner. Feed all the animals, plant all the corn, harvest the green apple trees, prune the tomatoes and squash, repaint the barn with two coats, and cut the grass."

"Mom I just got here. How come Kara hasn't done anything?"

"She went away this summer, and besides Kara doesn't have a secret love child that she's been hiding from me and your father for seventeen years." Connor blushed at being called a secret love child.

"Mom, it's Thursday we're staying until Saturday afternoon. I can do all that before then."

"If you want dinner Man of Steel, you'll get your ass out there right now." Clark sighed and headed upstairs. When he came back down two minutes later he was in shorts, a black undershirt, and some work shoes. He walked to the back door to the yard shaking his head.

"Did I see you roll your eyes at me Clark Kent," Martha barked.

"No," Clark replied.

"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that so let's try it again: did I see you roll your eyes at me Clark Kent?"

"No ma'am I did not roll my eyes at you."

Connor couldn't believe it what he was witnessing. Clark stood up to Batman, got thrown through probably every surface imaginable, and he'd fought with giant aliens from other worlds from time to time. But against his mother, it was obvious he'd lose every time. Connor spent most of the day getting to know his "grandparents" while Clark worked. They told him how they got married young, but struggled to have children. And when they'd lost hope of ever having a family, they found Clark. All day Martha kept giving Connor kisses, Jonathan had given him $100 already. They told him about Clark's childhood in Smallville. It was almost 5:00 and Clark was still doing chores.

Connor stood and said," uh Mrs. Kent-"

"None of that Mrs. Kent garbage Connor you are going to call me Grandma," Martha ordered. Jonathan simply laughed from his chair in the living room.

Connor smiled and asked," Grandma do you mind if I go and check on my Dad real quick?" Whoa. He couldn't believe it. He had just called Clark, the man who he tried to kill not so long ago: Dad. And the crazy thing was that it felt right.

"Yeah go check on him," she replied. And bring him this glass of lemonade. He doesn't deserve it, but give it to him."

Connor walked around the farm. This would be a nice place to grow up he thought. Fresh air and sunshine and the scenary was breath taking. He looked over at the orchard of apples. There were maybe thirty trees out here each with apples of different types and colors. No wonder Clark didn't want to pick apples. The Man of Steel was flying around picking them. He already had maybe eight baskets full of green apples, and was no where near finished.

"Clark," Connor called out to him.

Clark saw him with the lemonade and flew right over. "That evil little woman," he laughed. "The wife of Satan. But she's my mommy. Can't do nothing about it." He drained the glass of lemonade.

"I've been ordered to by her to call her Grandma."

"I bet she loves that."

"Of course."

Clark wiped the sweat from his brow and wiped it on Connor's forehead.

"That was gross," snarled Connor. Quick as lightning Clark took off his shirt and flew over Connor's head and wrung his shirt out over him covering him in sweat and began laughing.

Connor looked horrified then he smiled and said," I'm telling Grandma Martha."

Suddenly Clark looked horrified and he growled," YOU'D BETTER NOT TELL!"

Connor laughed and actually helped Clark with the remainder of his chores. It took forever he admitted to plant the damn corn, and feeding the animals was okay. Clark painted the barn in 10 minutes flat by flying, while Connor pruned the tomatoes and squash. By the time they finished cutting the grass, it was 7:30 and they were covered in sweat. They both took a quick hot shower, and at 8:00 it was time for dinner. Baked Potatoes, Fresh Garden Salad, Fried Chicken, and Blueberry Pie. Jonathan and Martha just watched speechless. Clark and Connor ate the same things, at the same exact time, in the exact same way. Watching Connor eat was like stepping into a time machine for the two since he looked just like Clark at that age.

"So Connor what's your mother's name," asked Grandpa Kent.

Connor didn't even have to think and answered instantly," Dinah." He knew he'd never met his real mother if he even had one, but Black Canary was as close as it got. He was proud to call her mother. She'd done so much for him.

"What a beautiful name," admitted Grandma Martha.

At one point in Dinner, Connor accidentally spilled some of his 4th slice of blueberry pie on his shirt and headed upstairs to clean it off in the bathroom. That was when he heard the shower running. He didn't even know someone else was here. He was standing by the door not thirty seconds when the shower suddenly shut off. Two minutes later, the door opened and a woman was holding a towel across her body. When she saw Connor she put her hands to her head and her towel fell to the ground leaving her naked.

Connor face turned beet red, and he turned around in embarrassment as she exclaimed," oh my goodness. Clark what happened? How're you a teenager again? Did someone cast another spell on you?" Connor tried telling the woman that he wasn't Clark. She moved in front of him and Connor's face turned the color of Clark's cape. Suddenly, she put her hands on his shoulders and Connor felt his face and ears burn even more, and his pants starting to grow. Damn it! Being Kryptonian was nice, but putting up with the fucked up super Kryptonian horny hormones was tough as shit. "Don't worry Clark, I'll find a way to help make you an adult again," she said giving him a hug. Connor's face was on fire now, and he almost touched her butt when she hugged him, but he stopped himself.

Hey Lana, I didn't know you were here."

Clark was coming up the stairs probably wondering what was taking Connor so long. Lana looked from Connor to Clark, and Clark to Connor and she screamed.

It took time to explain to Lana what was going on but when Clark was done she answered," wow the father saw me naked years ago, and son saw me naked just now. Makes me sound like a whore." Connor laughed at that. He hadn't mind seeing Lana naked. Clark quickly took off his jacket and covered her in the hallway while she was screaming. Connor stretched and yawned.

"Looks like someone is tired Martha," laughed Jonathan. "Probably all the pie the boy devoured."

"Shut up Jonathan," said Martha with a smile. "He can eat whatever he wants here. But it's getting late. Lana is sleeping in Kara's room while her house is getting sprayed for termites; Clark, Connor you guys are gonna have to sleep on the floor in Clark's room."

"Mom, I do have a bed," replied Clark.

"Not anymore sweetie we had to sell it last year due to issues with money."

Connor could see Clark was obviously pissed his parents didn't ask him for the money instead of selling his bed. Connor entered Clark's room as Clark went downstairs to grab the blankets. There were pictures of Clark and his friends, particulary a bald kid about the same age as him and some trophies. Clark was shirtless next to a red headed girl in a bathing suit with polka dots. He had to be the same age Connor was now. This photo was dead on him. He looked on the back of the photo and read it.

Clark I had a fabulous time last night. That's the last time we ever do it in the park without a blanket seeing as how you complained about the grass itching your back. Hugs and kisses – Allison

Clark returned and Connor asked," grass itches your back?"

"It does but how would you… oh fuck. You read the back of the picture didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"You snooping little shit."

"You played sports?"

"Yeah that's the state championship trophy you're holding. Dad almost didn't let me play anymore after one game. Broke one guys arm tackling him, and gave two guys concussions."

Clark layed out one large white comforter on the floor and gave Connor a pillow. Seeing as how it was 100 degrees tonight, they slept with the window open and in their underwear.

"Hey Clark," asked Connor from the floor.

"What's up," Clark responded with a yawn.

"Thanks for bringing me here today. I know I bitched, sorry, complained about the ride here but today was the most fun that I've had in weeks. I love your family."

Clark rolled over and looked at him. "Connor they're your family as well. I owe you all this."

"No I'm just a clone."

"NO! Regardless of how you were created you are still my blood. Leave it in the past. Got it?"

Connor laughed at how Clark quoted him and said," yeah I got it."

"Oh and Bruce called me earlier today?"

"Yeah what did he want?"

"Something about you guys giving Giovanni's daughter a surprise party."

Connor smacked his forehead. "I completely forgot about it. Can I go please?"

"We'll see."

"Guess that means no."

"No it means we'll see."

"Fine."

Clark yawned and ruffled Connor's hair and said," good, now get some sleep Superbrat." He turned over facing the opposite direction. Connor noticed that Clark even slept the same way he did. He smiled, and then in a whisper he was sure Clark wouldn't hear Connor said," goodnight Dad."

Later the next morning, Connor would wake to the sound of clicking cameras taking a pictures of him and Clark sleeping next to one another in the exact same position. Right side of their face down in their pillows, their arms wrapped around their pillows and in their underwear. Clark in his black and yellow Batman briefs, and Connor in his black and yellow Batman boxers.