You're All I've Got

Summary: Nearly a year after Superman's near death everything is routine. Clark works while Superman saves lives, Lois struggles with her feelings, and Jason starts the first grade. So, how does a teenage girl on Clark's doorstep, an arson in Gotham City, Jimmy's new neighbor, and a new girl in school change it all?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC's... It kinda sucks...

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AznIntegra- Yes, Clark and Jason together is something really cute. No, Richard isn't alone. It's good to have friends to rely on. Mylie is all of the things that you said, she's a very complex person. However, you are right. She did jump the gun a little, but that was because she was expecting something from Donovan like was like what happened, the problem was that he wasn't. Donovan has a lot to think about and Hayden... Well, she's going to be as good a friend as she can when she finds out. Thanks!

SuperPup92.0- Thanks! I wanted Richard to not be depressed or anything, so now he is back in contact with his old friends. Donovan had a fair amount to think about when it comes to Mylie, but I'm sure he'll figure it out.

Thanks very much to beauty7890102! And to everyone, I am very sorry for my lack of updating. I've been having a hectic summer and a moderate case of writers block. Thanks for waiting and I hope that this is satisfactory.

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Hayden sat in her room, trying to get some work done on the huge amount of math homework that she had been given, but so far all she had managed was to get about 20 Disney songs stuck on a revolving record in her head. Currently it was on Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid. As she hummed along, Hayden felt her eyes just glaze along the pages of the book that she was copying the problems from.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." Hayden heard Donovan mumbling angrily as he passed her room.

"What the heck?" Hayden asked herself, standing up and looking out the door of her room, "Hey!" She called to her brother, who was already half way down the hall, "What are you bitching about?" Donovan growled, startling Hayden, "Well, excuse me."

Sighing heavily and regretting what he had done, Donovan walked up to Hayden and hugged her. She was greatly confused, but Donovan didn't give her a chance to say anything, "I'm sorry, sis. I really screwed up and I'm frustrated about it... I really didn't mean to take it out on you."

Softening her expression, Hayden moved out of the way and held out her arm, "Come on in." Donovan nodded and entered, sitting on Hayden's bed, "What happened?"

"It's Mylie." Donovan admitted, "I sort of got her to go out with me..."

"I know. She told me about that." Hayden said, her tone much more bitter, "How, may I ask, did you accomplish such a task?"

Donovan squirmed and mumbled, "I kind of blackmailed her..."

"You did WHAT?"

"I know, I know." Donovan said, "It was stupid and I am a complete moron. You don't have to berate me for it, I've done it enough to myself and I'm not finished doing it. It's just that I was hoping that she would have a chance to see that I'm not a horrible scumbag."

"By blackmailing her?" Hayden asked, "You are an idiot." Donovan sighed and placed his head in his palm, "Do you intend on telling me what else happened?"

"I think it was working; I think that she was starting to warm up to me." Donovan said, "But then I took her to dinner and then the guys showed up and she got upset because she thinks that I set it up. I didn't Hayden, I would never do that."

"Because you really care about her or because you know that she can -quite literally- break in you half with her pinkie?" Hayden asked, cocking her head to the side.

"A bit of both." Donovan said, "But more because I care about her." Hayden scoffed, "Hayden, I do. I care about Mylie more then you might think. Actually, there isn't a 'might' about it."

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Hayden sat down on the chair that she had been sitting in before Donovan came, "You are a complete and total asshole." Donovan nodded and an uncomfortable silence fell over the room. Hayden couldn't believe that Donovan would have done something so stupid and -even more then that- she couldn't understand what was happening with Mylie. She was suppose to hate Donovan, not go out on a date with him. Hayden knew how Donovan treated a lot of the girls that he had been with and she didn't want Mylie falling into a trap and lowering her defenses and getting hurt. As much as she wanted to believe that Donovan was being honest, Hayden couldn't help but be wary about the whole idea; her need to protect her friends meant more to her then anything, even if that friend was a superhero.

"I realize this." Donovan said.

Hayden took a deep breath, "So what are you going to do?"

Donovan shrugged, "Give her a few days to cool down while I figure something out that won't get me permanently injured."

"Avoiding permanent injury is always good." Hayden replied.

"I just hope that I can find some way to get her to realize that I didn't intend for them to be there." Donovan groaned.

Hayden thought for a moment, "She said you were taking her out to your favorite restaurant." Donovan nodded, "You idiot! Of course they showed up! When you blew off whatever plans you had made with them, they obviously decided that you were going out and you always take your first dates to that restaurant. You should have taken her somewhere different."

Donovan realized that she was right, "Oh... Shit."

"I hate you." Hayden stated bluntly.

"I know." Donovan replied, dropping his head.

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Sitting on her couch with a tall glass of Ginger Ale next to her, Mylie tried to decode the information that Croft Gilles had gotten her on the people that had been causing Bruce, Hayden, and Donovan so much grief. She was going to have to have a 'talk' with him about leaving it half encoded. It wasn't that she was going to do anything bad to him, she just needed him to know that he wouldn't get away with something like that. Not with her, not with anybody that he would work with. The ironic part is that, now that she wasn't under the influence of the Red K, she was the least dangerous person that he would have to work with. Not that she ever wanted to work with him again.

Mylie picked up her glass of Ginger Ale and took a drink of it just as Streaky jumped onto the table and then onto her lap. Chuckling, Mylie placed the Ginger Ale back on the table and scratched Streaky behind the ears, "Maybe you'll have better luck with this." She mumbled to him.

Streaky meowed and batted her hand with his tiny left paw, "Cute." Mylie replied, "Unhelpful... But cute." Streaky meowed once again and walked forward onto the keyboard, "Streaky... No." She said, pulling him off.

"You talk to the cat?" A voice asked from behind her.

"Hi Clark." Mylie replied, closing the computer and placing it next to the Ginger Ale. Streaky bounded off of her lap and rubbed up against Clark as Mylie stood and faced him, "Streaky loves you more then me apparently."

"What can I say?" Clark asked, picking Streaky up and patting him, "I have a way with animals. I did live on a farm after all."

Mylie nodded, "As for your question, Streaky is not a cat, he is an intelligent being contained in the form of a feline."

"Uh-huh." Clark replied, deadpanned, "Sure, I'll go with that."

Mylie laughed lightly before asking, "What can I help you with, Clark?"

Clark shook his head, "I came to see what I could help you with, actually. I was focusing my hearing earlier to see if anyone needed help and I heard your angry tones blaring through loud and clear. So, after I saved a family from a fire in Los Angeles and brought an entire village in the Philippines to safety, decided to come and see what was wrong."

"Oh." Mylie said, cringing slightly, "I should have helped out with some of that." Clark shrugged, "And I thought I had kept my rage down to a minimum."

"Care to explain what happened?"

Sighing, Mylie plopped back down on her chair, "I was played. I allowed myself to let my guard down and I got bitten in the butt for it."

"What?" Clark asked, walking over and sitting on the couch across from her, "What do you mean 'you got played'? Did something happen on your date with Donovan?"

"You catch on quick." Mylie said bitterly, "And it wasn't a date. He blackmailed me into going out with him. All I wanted was for him to accept my apology for what I did to him and he said that he would only do that if I went out with him. Then he turned me into a trophy for his buddies."

"Really?" Clark asked, "Did he?"

"Yup." Mylie replied with venom in her voice.

Clark sighed and thought for a second. Donovan knew full well that Mylie could have ripped off each and every one of his appendages, so why would he pull a stunt like that, "And you didn't do anything?"

Mylie looked at him and rolled her eyes, "Clark, as much as I wanted to pull his innards out of his nose and feed them to his friends, we were in a packed restaurant. It's not like I was going to blow my secret to everyone just because I was pissed off. I have more self control then that."

"But... Are you sure he did that on purpose?"

"Who's side are you on, Clark?" Mylie asked in astonishment.

"Now, don't give me that." Clark shot back, "I'm just trying to be reasonable. Donovan knows what we can do. Do you think he would want to risk his 'family jewels' to impress his friends? He's a teenage boy, not a complete idiot."

Rolling her eyes again, Mylie mumbled, "Could have fooled me."

"What I'm saying," Clark said calmly, "is that you might have jumped the gun a little bit when you labeled him. I'm not going to defend him, but I think you should give him a chance to defend himself."

Mylie sighed heavily, "I'll think about it." She said.

"That's my girl." Clark replied, kissing Mylie on the top of her head and gently dropping Streaky into her lap, "I'll see you later."

"Bye, Clark." Mylie replied. Clark left the way he came as to not attract any unwanted attention and Mylie pulled her computer back to her lap and opened it, "Now, lets see if I can get anymore of this figured out." Her fingers clacked on the keys as she struggled to gain access to the information inside, "Come on... Come on." She whispered to herself as she pressed down several more keys and the window of information popped up. Smiling ecstatically, Mylie couldn't stop herself from exclaiming, "YES!"

Streaky, who was unpleasantly interrupted from licking his belly by her exclamation, mewed unhappily and swatted at her hand with his paw, "What?" She asked. He mewed again and jumped down off of her lap, "Oh, be like that, then."

Mylie turned her attention back to the computer and read everything as thoroughly as she could, "Oh my God..." She whispered as she read, "This actually makes sense." This was not a happy revelation. The contents of the disk that was running in her computer were quite disturbing and the fact that they made sense worried Mylie.

As quickly as she could, Mylie closed the computer again and placed it under her chair. She pulled the Ginger Ale glass to her lips and drank the remaining as in mere seconds. Just as she placed the glass back down, Mylie felt herself becoming fatigued and sick and that could only mean one thing.

Turning, Mylie watched the door to her private elevator open and gasped at what she saw. One of the doormen, Jerry, was knocked out cold on the floor while two identical men held out large chunks of Kryptonite. Before she could say anything, one of the men lunged at her and slammed his chunk into her head, effectively knocking her out.

"Nice shot, little bro." The other said, "Mom will like this."

"She wasn't happy when she heard that Supergirl was snooping around," The apparently younger man said, "but how did she know that this was Supergirl?"

"Who knows?" The other replied, "But she was right. Ma is always right."

The man nodded, "This is true."

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Donovan sighed heavily as he paced around his room. He had to do something to prove to Mylie that he wasn't a complete jerk-off, but he didn't know what. Mylie was a fair person, so maybe she would give him a chance to explain. However, by the way she had looked at him he wasn't sure that that was going to happen.

"I'm screwed." He mumbled to himself as he gently banged his head on the nearest wall.

"No you're not." A deep voice said, causing Donovan to jump and bump his head hard against the wall, "You're royally screwed."

Taking several deep breaths, Donovan turned while he rubbed his head, "Clark... Or Superman. Which should I call you?" He asked, "You're not in the suit, but you're using the voice. Is this normal or am I just special."

"I'm not going to answer that." Clark said in his normal voice, "May I come in?" Donovan nodded, though he was sure that he had closed his door, "So... You were talking to yourself."

"You noticed?" Donovan asked, his smart-ass attitude coming out.

"Ha." Clark replied, "Very witty." Donovan rolled his eyes, "Don't be a jack ass. It doesn't help your cause and I'm trying to help you."

"Help me?" Donovan asked.

"Yes, help you." Clark replied, "So don't make me regret it."

Donovan sighed deeply, "What can you help me with?"

"Well, for starters I just covered your stupid little teenage backside by trying to calm my cousin down enough so that she doesn't throw you off of the Sears Tower." Clark replied. Donovan, though grateful, was stuck on the fact that Clark Kent -of all people- had called him stupid.

"So... She doesn't hate me now?" Donovan asked hopefully.

Clark snorted in laughter, "Oh no, she still hates you." Donovan's face drooped, "It's just that now, her rage is quieter. She might be willing to hear you out. Although, I'm not quite sure yet."

Banging the back of his head on his wall, Donovan said, "I didn't mean for that to happen. I never wanted them to show up, I just... It's a nice place and I know that Mylie likes sophisticated food like that."

"Then why didn't you have her fly you to a restaurant in Paris?" Clark asked.

"She would have done that?"

"No." Clark stated bluntly, depressing Donovan once again, "But it might have shown her that you weren't trying to be seen. Donovan, do you know the first thing about nice girls?" Donovan opened his mouth, but Clark interrupted, "Nice girls, Donovan. Not the kind that you are used to."

"Not really." Donovan admitted, "I normally get what I want and that's that."

"And that's exactly your problem." Clark replied, "You've never really had to work at getting people to notice you. They flock to you; it's the rules of people with lots and lots of money, like yourself."

"I don't get where this is going." Donovan said.

Clark sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, "It's simple, Donovan. You have to show her that you're more interested in her and not getting attention. She's a good kid and she'll come around to you if you don't act like a sex-crazed baboon or a circus freak."

"Oh..." Donovan said, "That makes sense."

"Thank you." Clark replied.

Donovan thought for a minute, "Wait just a sec." He said, "I'm getting relationship advice from Clark Kent... Of all the people who could give me advice, I'm getting it from you?"

Clark shrugged, "What can I say? I was to be a good Kansas boy. Not all girls fall for the bad boy."

"Lana did." Donovan quipped, remembering the new level that his honorary uncle's relationship with his assistant had just come to.

Thinking for a moment, Clark replied, "Somehow, I think that Bruce is less of a bad boy and more of a frightened little mouse."

Donovan stared at him, taken aback, "How do you figure?"

Sighing, Clark replied, "He wanted someone who could handle Bruce and Batman. Someone who loved him but knew that Gotham needed Batman around. Lana is the kind of person who can do that." Donovan thought this over and nodded, "Glad to see you agree. Now, goodnight." Donovan raised his hand as a gesture of goodbye, "And remember, if you hurt Mylie again, I get to pick up whatever scraps of you she leaves behind... And I won't be gentle." Donovan's eyes grew as Clark smiled and left.