Surprise update! I have COVID and am stuck at home, so enjoy :D
Courtships
The next week was very hectic for Alana. Where Clark Kent had once been a non-entity in her life, her grueling shifts were interspersed with her all but tripping over Jackson's father. He was everywhere; from her regular supermarket to her favorite coffee shop, he always seemed to be running into her. It was infuriating - just when she was ready to forget about him and move on with her life, she couldn't seem to get rid of the man. He was always courteous and friendly, asking about her son. She kept her answers curt and blunt to show that she didn't appreciate his actions, but he didn't seem to be getting the hint.
"Then maybe it's time to stop dropping hints," Gloria said, with an angry sip of her Frappuccino. "People are starting to talk and the talk isn't complementary. The last thing you need is to be tagged as 'the other woman'." Alana slammed her head on the table they were sitting at dramatically.
"There was a time when he'd go months between acknowledging my existence! Why is this happening to me?" She started banging her head on the table repeatedly until firm, familiar hands stopped her. Nicholas lifted her head up from the table running his hand over her face where she'd been hitting herself on the wooden surface.
"Don't think you can get out of our date tonight by giving yourself a concussion, Alana," he teased her, checking her eyes with his pen light.
"N-no," she gasped in embarrassment. "I was just… Clark won't leave me alone and it's getting on my nerves. And now Gloria's telling me that people are starting to think we're some kind of item even though he's married. I'm sick of this whole thing. I wish he'd never tracked me down!"
"Then tell him to leave you alone," her suitor said with a warm smile and a shrug. He was pleased when the woman flushed prettily. He'd been courting her for years now, only recently had she stopped rebuffing his advances. He was grateful. Alana Brighton was an amazing woman. Her bright, indomitable spirit was amazing to behold. And it didn't hurt that she was gorgeous despite having a kid almost half her age. Even knowing that he would have a hard time getting into her pants due to her baggage didn't discourage him. She would be worth it.
"Want me to talk to him for you?" he asked with a charming smile. He could feel Gloria's approval as Alana beamed at him. That was the thing about his target; she was an innocent in so many ways. His smile brightened when her brow furrowed and that stubborn chin of hers raised.
"Don't worry about it. I'll deal with Clark. Just because he's Jackson's father doesn't give him the right to monopolize my time like this." He lifted her chin up and smiled into her eyes.
"That's my girl," he whispered to her. Louder, he said. "I'll see you later, ladies. I'm off to get a trim so I look my best for our double date tonight." He grinned and walked out the door, smiling that he could feel her eyes on him the whole way to the door. Not wanting to embarrass her, he resisted the urge to turn around and catch her staring.
"Wow, you two are certainly something together," Gloria said neutrally, sipping more of her drink.
"Stop it," the woman said, beginning to feel the heat coming off her face dissipate at last. Nicholas had boyish good looks and a devil-may-care attitude that just drew people to him. Who wouldn't be attracted to that long, dark brown hair and those almost preternaturally brown eyes? Not to mention all that yummy muscle! Why he'd chosen her to pursue was anyone's guess. At the same time though, she was extremely flattered to be his target, no matter the eventual outcome. "It's just… I've never been flirted with before. It's… scary and fun at the same time."
"Yeah. That's how flirting is supposed to feel. Don't worry, the fear will fade away after a while. As for the 'never flirting' thing, I don't think you noticed before now. You're a babe, hon. I'm sure guys have flirted before." Alana grabbed her burning cheeks.
"You really think I'm pretty?"
"I'd do you," she quipped. "Come on, let's get out of here. I think mani/pedis at your place are in order for our dates tonight."
"Honestly, I could use a nap before Jackson gets off school."
"God, you are so domesticated! It's disgusting. I hope Nicholas is better at dragging you out of your shell than I am!"
"What's being shy have to do with being tired after a shift?" she asked in blatant confusion.
"Whatever," Gloria said with a stretch. "Manicures and pedicures at four this afternoon, Ms. Mom. Don't forget."
"I won't," Alana yawned, climbing out of her seat to go home. She was looking forward to a few hours of sleep before she dealt with the madness of her first date ever.
… …
"You said four, Gloria! You are depriving me of an hour of sleep. I forgive you though because I think I found a shade of nail polish that matches my dress tonight! It's called-" She opened the door and found her baby daddy standing there instead of her best friend. Glaring at the man, she blocked his entrance. "You need to leave."
"Do you always begin conversations on the other side of the door, Alana?" He grinned at her hungrily, finding the habit adorable even if it was a little unsafe.
"None of your business, Clark. I'm busy today and every day for the rest of my life. Go away."
"Oh, don't be like that. I just stopped by hoping to see Jackson today."
"What is the matter with you? You wouldn't give me the time of day when we were kids. Now you're like a bug up my butt. Go away!"
"Alana, you can't just get rid of me. Jackson Action is my son too. I don't want to get the courts involved, but I want to be a part of his life. I want to be a part of both of your lives."
"You heard my son. He wants nothing to do with you. Neither do I. You need to stop coming around. You are a very public figure - a very married public figure, and all this unwanted attention is painting me in a negative light."
"Just give me a chance, Alana. I can-"
"Give you a chance to what, Clark? You are a happily married man and I don't share. Shall I call your wife about this harassment?" Clark suddenly looked embarrassed. He just didn't understand it. There was a time when she would have trailed after him at his slightest beckons. Now…
"You deserve a family, Alana. One with lots of children and laughter. I can-"
"You are not available for that, Clark. Lois is your destiny, remember? The fact that I have to remind you bothers me. The fact that you're here bothers me. Leave me alone! Stop acting like a creeper and go away. Jackson and I are doing just fine without you."
"Well, maybe I'm not doing fine without the two of you," he shouted, blue eyes narrowed in fury. Alana looked at him in shock, then she set her stance and tackled the issue head-on.
"I'm calling the cops and your wife. This has to stop. And you know nothing about my child. His first name is Action. Middle name is Jackson. Last name is Brighton because he's mine. You are nothing to him and even less to me. If I die tomorrow, my son will go to his grandparents. I arranged everything years ago to keep him safe. No contact! No contact under any circumstances! You insisted on it. Welcome to a world full of consequences for your actions. Now, I've asked you nicely and not so nicely. Go away. I want nothing to do with you. Whatever biological imperative you're trying to fulfill, consider it fulfilled. You contacted me. After that, it's my choice. My biological imperative is to protect my son from you and your selfishness. You're not gone yet. You wanna test my resolve in this matter?" When he continued to stare at her in disbelief, she stomped into her living room and grabbed the phone. Dialing quickly, she returned to her unwanted guest in the hallway.
"There. I push this button and it's all over. One call. Your choice." She fixed him with a look much like she usually used on their son when he was being stubborn and waited to see what he would do next. And just like she would have expected of the indecisive asshole, he slunk away with his tail between his legs. Once he left, she slammed her door and locked it.
Carefully setting the phone back in its cradle since she couldn't afford a new one at the moment, she dropped carefully to an inch above her couch and hovered there because she definitely couldn't afford a new couch either. Floating on her back, she started kicking the air violently, growling angrily. Was Clark Kent her stalker now? He was a dangerous man with those powers of his, powers that she freely admitted to knowing nothing about. Her ignorance had never bothered her before, but now she wished she knew something about them for the sake of her son. He'd seemed a bit unhinged at this last meeting. It worried her.
She must have dozed, because the next thing she knew, there was a knock at her door.
"Who is it?" she asked, half afraid that he was back.
"Who do you think? It's mani/pedi time," Gloria laughed, her nail polishes, makeup, and hair supplies in hand. She'd also brought her outfit for the night, intending to drive them to the restaurant and back later tonight. Truthfully, she didn't trust Alana to go through with the date if left to her own devices. She was so shy around men. She took three steps into the apartment before taking in her best friend's paler-than-normal face. "What's happened? What's the matter?"
Alana gave a good shake of her head before answering. "Clark showed up here this afternoon, about an hour before you." The woman looked her shaken companion over before coming in, using a handy foot to close the door.
"Well, I hope you read that son of a bitch the riot act like we talked about."
"I did. But Gloria… he scares me. He was starting to lose it; I had to threaten to call the police to get him to leave."
"How about calling his wife? Do you have her number? Why get the cops involved when you can speak directly to his jailor." The mother looked at her friend strangely.
"You have some strange ideas about marriage, Gloria. But I think I will bring Lois into this. Like, right now. I got a distinct impression that the only reason he left this afternoon was to formulate another strategy." She called Lois Kent on her business line since she didn't know her home or cell numbers. It took some… creative wording to not give away her true purpose in calling a building full of nosy reporters, but she finally got through to her target.
"Lois, you need to rein in your husband. People are starting to talk," she said without preamble, knowing that she only had a few seconds before the reporter figured out who she was talking to and hung up on her.
"What do you mean? Who is this?"
"Clark has been stalking me for the last week, bugging me about my son. But people don't know about my son, so they think we're… being an item behind your back. I have my own life and I don't appreciate being labeled as a homewrecker, so you need to rein him in. Oh and next time he shows up at my home, I'm calling the cops." She hung up after that, not interested in her petty threats or excuses.
Feeling much better now, she put the issue of Clark Kent on the back burner and focused on getting ready for her date. Gloria approved of her nail polish and dress - after going through her closet of course. After insisting on a shopping trip after graduation to buy her some lingerie instead of the granny panties and Walmart bras she had, the woman insisted that she shower and dress to be ready for the date. The rest of the afternoon was spent painting each other's fingers and toes before Gloria did her hair and makeup for the evening. She curled Alana's obscenely long red hair and pinned it all up on top of her head with pearls threaded throughout the sexy mess. Then she raided the woman's small jewelry collection for the pearl earrings, pearl necklace, and pearl bracelet her parents had gotten her for Christmas six years ago.
"I don't think I've ever worn these," she admitted, admiring the jewelry. "It just always seemed too fancy to wear anywhere."
"Well, The Lion is going to change all that," Gloria grinned, referring to Nicholas' nickname. Besides being his last name, she'd heard rumors that he was a beast in bed. She was excited for her friend to find out if the rumors were true. She couldn't go a whole month without sexual contact with the opposite sex. Thirteen years? No wonder the girl was wound so tightly! "He'll be taking you all kinds of places in time, giving you all manner of excuses to wear those beautiful pearls." The girl's bright smile was a little nervous around the edges, but she still seemed to be game for this date.
When Nicholas and Darren showed up at seven thirty, the two women were completely ready and waiting, Alana dusting the house to control her nerves. Jackson was staying at his friend's house overnight; Mrs. Clinton had already called to confirm that he'd arrived. She would go pick him up tomorrow morning for his karate class on the other side of town. Everything was fine. Everything was fine…
"Hey, answer the door, Alana. I want to pose for my date," Gloria grinned, stretching on her couch in her leather microdress that emphasized all her curves. Alana had opted for a more conservative forest green cocktail dress that brought out her already vibrant eyes. She took two steps towards the door and lost her nerve.
"Gloria…" she whimpered from where she stood frozen with dread.
"Oh no, Ms. Mom. We've spent all afternoon preparing for this. You are dressed to the nines and you look great. You will NOT chicken out at the last minute." She got off the couch with a wad of tissues and dabbed at the tear trailing down her cheek. Another knock on the door interrupted Gloria's tirade.
"What if he doesn't like what I'm wearing?" she whimpered.
"Answer the door, Alana."
"What if I embarrass myself? I've never been on a date before," she panicked, another tear trailing down her cheek.
"Answer the door, Alana."
"I… I-I…"
In an unusual bout of empathy, the more experienced woman placed her hands on her shoulders. "Alana, I know this is a huge step for you. Clark Kent was your past and he and all those idiots back in Smallville had you convinced that you didn't deserve this. But you do. Now, how are you going to step into your well-deserved future if you don't open the door?"
Alana sniffled and blew out an explosive breath, marching over to the door as Gloria reclaimed her slinking position on the couch. With a nod to her best friend, she opened the door, standing behind it so that Darren could see his date clearly. The blond man got a lecherous grin on his face and entered the apartment. Nick followed closely, not able to see more than a fringe of wispy hair and those vivid green eyes that drove him crazy. Those eyes were filled with abject terror at the moment. There wouldn't be a date if he didn't take care of this right now. Coming around the door, he was temporarily paralyzed by the beauty before him. The girl was in a green dress that emphasized her slender body. Her hair was styled to call to mind her status as a sophisticated woman of the world. But the pearls in her hair, at her neck, and on her wrist somehow projected her innocence. Once he'd looked his fill, he gave her his most charming smile, relieved that she was willing to return it. It seemed that she was still game.
"There you are," he said, holding a hand to her and acting as if he hadn't been stupefied a moment ago.
She took his hand, giggling when he twirled her and her dress flared out. "Lovely. Even more impressive than last week," he pronounced. She lit up at the compliment, brushing some invisible lint off the skirt of her dress.
"It's really okay?" she asked quietly. "My shoes are more for universal use than dress-specific. I saw a pair of heels that fit this dress better, but I -" Nicholas stopped her nervous deconstruction of her outfit with a soft kiss to her lips. He blinked when her knees gave out, catching her easily in his arms. Her face was suddenly red as a tomato.
"That… Um… That was my first kiss," she admitted, looking anywhere but his face even as she continued to grasp his broad shoulders.
"But… you have a son," he said in shock. "Didn't he…" the man trailed off when she looked away, a tear sliding down her cheek. He brought her face back to him with a finger under her chin, smiling as he wiped the tear from her cheek and leaned in for a proper kiss. He grinned when she wrapped herself around his body as his tongue begged for entrance to the hot cavern of her mouth. He slid his tongue against hers and had to catch her again, amazed at the sound that rubbed its way out of her throat. He was sorely tempted to delve into her mouth completely to see what other sounds he could pull out of her, but they had a dinner reservation. He tapered the kiss slowly, letting her know with his mouth how much he was enjoying kissing her.
"Now you've been kissed for the first time," he told her, caressing her cheek. The dazed look in her eyes was tempting him, so he steadied her and took a half-step back. "Shall we head out? I wouldn't want to lose our reservation." He offered his date his arm. She grinned and relaxed at the courtly gesture, grabbing her light sweater and purse for the evening.
The couples talked about hospital things as they headed to Gloria's car, something that further relaxed the young mother. Her head was spinning. She hadn't lied that no one had ever bothered to kiss her before, not even her lover. She'd never thought that she'd been missing anything until today. That was what a kiss was like? Dear God, she might actually pass out when he made love to her if that was what a simple kiss was like!
"Earth to Alana," Nicholas murmured into her hair. "You still with us?" Louder, he started a discussion about Professor Bryant, one of the toughest teachers in the program. That talk was lively and got them all the way to Fleur de Sel Brasserie, one of the most exclusive and highly regarded French restaurants in Metropolis. The line was around the block, but their reservations got them in immediately.
"Four under Stephens?" the maitre'd asked in a thick French accent.
"Yes, please," Gloria said with a shiver at the air conditioning in the place. Since it was Spring, the guys didn't have jackets to offer her. Without a word, Alana slipped her sweater on her friend. The effect toned down the sizzling hot aspect of the outfit, but she looked grateful just the same. Dinner consisted of more talk of classes and residency incidents. By the time they finished their Crepe Suzette, Alana couldn't remember why she'd been so nervous in the first place. This was just hanging out with friends, something that - well, she didn't do it very often what with raising a son - but it felt natural at the very least. The only difference was Nicholas's attention to her. He'd kept distracting her from the others with little touches to her skin and insisted on letting her sample his food and asking for samples of hers. The first time he offered her a bit of his Beef Tenderloin and asked for a taste of her Rack of Metropolis Lamb with a maple mustard crust and a rosemary reduction, she'd shivered and dropped her fork on the floor. After that, things went smoothly. The food was amazing, cooked to perfection. Darren was sure to get the chef out so that he could show off his French skills as he complimented him on the meal.
After that the quartet headed to Boudoir Rouge, a hot new club within walking distance of the restaurant. Gloria insisted that Alana leave her sweater in the car because they were headed for a sweaty night club. The club itself was crowded but clean and had just enough air circulation that it wasn't unbearable. They all headed to the dance floor. Turns out that Nicholas was an excellent dancer. She knew all the newest dance moves, Gloria insisted on it. But she had very little chance to actually use them. Well, she was using them now! And Nicholas was leading her through each song expertly. It took a few hours of hardcore dancing for the couples to decide to get off the dance floor. The pounding beat of the music made all but the most rudimentary of communication impossible. But they managed to crowd around one of the small tables and order drinks.
"Enjoying yourself, Mama?" Darren shouted in her ear. Alana nodded enthusiastically, then pointed to her watch and yawned.
"Not used to being up this late, hey?" Nicholas said in her ear, somehow managing to be heard without shouting. She shivered, nodding and taking a gulp of her water. It was only one in the morning but the mother was usually in bed by… honestly, it varied with her work schedule and residency. She was tired, but the others looked like they planned to stay until the club closed at three in the morning. She tried to think of a way to communicate that she was going to take a cab home so as not to interrupt the group's fun, but before she could communicate that, Nicholas was leading her out of the club.
Soon they were standing in the doorway of the club, trying to avoid the pouring rain outside.
"Bet you wish you kept your sweater now. It would have been some protection anyway." She gave him a strange look and pulled a compact umbrella out of her purse, opening it and instantly becoming the envy of the people around her who'd all forgotten their umbrellas. "Wow, how did you know to-"
"I checked the weather report before we left. It said it was going to rain overnight, but I didn't know how long we were going to be partying. So I brought it just in case."
"You're just always thinking ahead, aren't you?" the man grinned, taking her umbrella since he was taller than her. They made their way to one of the many cabs around the club to prevent drunk driving.
"I'm mom," she shrugged, then blushed when he helped her into the cab like a proper gentleman. Alana gave the driver her address.
"You are quite a sexy mom," he told her earnestly.
"You're drunk," she deflected the compliment, looking out the window. Nicholas frowned and turned her to face him.
"One beer is not enough to impair me. But even if it was, that wouldn't change the fact that you are one sexy mother." He leaned in and treated her to the magic of his mouth. Alana was in Heaven as he wreaked havoc on her senses. All manner of sounds rubbed their way out of the back of her throat as he gently explored her mouth with his lips and tongue. Nicholas took his time with her, no drunken groping for him. He savored her mouth like a fine wine, his hands leaving trails of molten fire along her sensitive skin.
They reached the dazed woman's apartment forty-five minutes later. The driver had to clear his throat to catch their attention. Nicholas paid the man and they were once again standing in the unrelenting rain under her umbrella. He wasted no time pulling her flush against the hard planes of his body and possessing her mouth once more.
"Your mouth is a joy to explore, Doc," he whispered against her lips after a few solid minutes of tongue play. "Goodnight. Thank you for a wonderful evening." He gave her the handle of her umbrella, having to wrap her hand around the plastic as it was shaking so badly. He ducked away only to find the rain not pelting him. Alana was following him, taking double steps so that he stayed dry as he walked to his car.
"Alana, what are you doing?"
"I don't want you to catch a cold," she said ruefully. At that, he stopped in his tracks, threw his head back, and laughed.
"You're just a mama bear to everyone, aren't you, Doc?" The girl looked deeply embarrassed but didn't turn away.
"My apartment is right there and your car is less than thirty feet away. I can walk you to your car and then go back to my apartment. There's no reason for either of us to get wet right now."
Nicholas smiled at her fondly. "Very well, little one. My car is right here." He settled into the driver's seat then pulled her down to him for one last scorching kiss. "Know this, Mama Bear. The only reason I don't follow you up to your apartment and spend some quality time playing with that shy tongue of yours is that I don't trust myself to stay out of your lower lips tonight. You are way too attractive and innocent for your own good. There will come a time when I will follow you to see how sweet you are below. Much sooner than you think." He noted the shocked, dazed look in her eyes and decided to take the emotional temperature down. "Thank you for opening the door tonight, Alana. I know that it must have been hard to trust me like that. Now hurry back to your apartment before I decide to follow you up the stairs and ravish you on our first date. Propriety be damned."
"Eep," she squeaked, the umbrella slipping from her grasp.
"Do I need to follow you upstairs to warm you, Mama Bear?" he asked darkly, sounding seconds from doing just that. Alana scrambled to pick up the umbrella and rushed to the front door of her building, a garbled "Thanksforthewonderfuldate," trailing behind her. She let herself in without a backwards glance and shut the door behind herself. Once her heart rate was somewhat normal again, she sprinted up to her apartment, needing to do something about her sudden burst of nervous energy. When she was once again in her apartment, she plastered herself to the hallway wall and waited for her heart to stop trying to beat its way out of her chest. Curling her fingers a little tighter around the umbrella handle, she focused on not crushing it. Finally, she felt calm enough to clean up her room. Mind carefully blank, she put the nail polish bottles away in Gloria's tote before stripping out of her dress and accessories. She felt that she'd earned a soak in her tub. This thought in mind, she washed the makeup off her face as the tub filled and dropped a dollop of bubble bath in the water. She lit the scented candles around the room before putting her thick hair up in a towel and slipping into the water.
The woman hummed to herself, letting her muscles relax one by one in the hot bath. Moments like these were rare for her. Between being a mother and being a doctor, she rarely had time to pamper herself. Usually she'd be thinking of what she needed to do next to stay successful as both, but tonight she was thinking about kisses. How Nicholas' mouth had tasted. How she'd reacted to him. Tonight had been her first real interaction with a man and oh what a memorable interaction it had been! Her mind brought back the image of him behind her in the club, running his hands ever so lightly over the sweat-slick skin of her arms to the beat and she squealed happily to herself. Tonight was perfect. The food, the dancing, the touching… His kisses… She could definitely get used to those warm, drugging kisses…
She sighed happily and pulled the stopper out of the tub. It was already two in the morning and she was due to pick her boy up from the Clintons in six hours. Karate class started at nine. Still on cloud nine, she wrapped a towel around her slim body and started drying herself, feeling very feminine. Taking the towel out of her long locks, she smiled as her hair tumbled down around her naked body. Enjoying the whisper of it against her heated skin, she savored the sensation before brushing it out and plaiting it for bed. Finally she slid under the cool covers and knew no more.
Clark waited until he was sure that the woman was asleep before coming out of the shadows. He could admit it, he was jealous. She hadn't come home crying after her date. In fact, she'd been elated. The man had never seen her so happy; what the heck had happened on that date? Looking her over as she lay innocently in her bed, he had to wonder what his life would have been like if he'd chosen her all those years ago. She'd been so gawky and awkward back in high school. But she'd obviously blossomed somewhere between then and now. And she was inches from being a doctor. What would it have been like to have accompanied her on that journey? Raising their son, their children together. He never would have known that he was incompatible with humanity. The girl purred in her sleep and he couldn't help but smile and lay his hand on her cheek.
"Oh, Nick," she murmured in her sleep and he withdrew as if she'd slapped him. Something that she would do if she caught him here. What the heck was he doing? He had a good wife already. A good woman who was likely waiting up for him. He'd gone out patrolling as Superman and somehow ended up here. All roads lead to her lately. What was wrong with him?
He left her room and wasted no time heading for the Fortress of Solitude. He desperately needed to talk to Jor-El about this.
"Father? What is happening to me? The mother of my child haunts me every minute of every day. I can't even imagine life without her, but I'm already married to a human female. I'm so torn lately and I think I'm starting to lose it. I think I really scared Alana this afternoon. She's changed so much and I think I want her back. But I'm already married! I'm so confused right now!"
"Your Kryptonian instincts are kicking in, that's all," his father soothed him. "The woman has borne your child, it's only natural for you to want her. Now that you know about the child, you will be strongly drawn to the mother. It is our way."
"But she is not drawn to me, father! I've been trying my best to attract her attention and nothing is working! And what about Lois? I… I thought she was my destiny. We were so happy and I have to concentrate to even remember her and what we had."
"No human being can compare to a woman of your own kind, Kal-El. Trying to deny your instincts will only tear you apart. Her instincts should be drawing her to you as well. I don't understand."
"My son hates my guts," Clark admitted quietly. "He hates me for hurting his mother all these years. And I did hurt her. I dismissed her so many times. I denied our connection, just always expecting her to be there wanting me. I slept with her on a drunken whim and never thought twice about it. Now she's here and I just… I want her. But she doesn't want me anymore. Neither of my family wants anything to do with me…" A tear fell onto his arm.
"Are you crying, my son?" Jor-El asked in disbelief.
"Now that I know about Action, I don't want things to go back to the way they were, but that's what my family is pushing for. I don't want to be alone. Lois and I had been thinking about adoption, but now all I can think about is my son. My flesh and blood child. I want her to give me another so that I can find out what I've missed all these years. But she wants nothing to do with me." Another tear of frustration fell from his eyes.
"Then fight for her, my son. You must attempt to awaken her Kryptonian instincts. Wait. Does she know that she is a Kryptonian?" That brought both men up short.
"The girl was sent with no information about herself. As I said before, there simply wasn't enough time. And then we lost contact with her. It's the reason I downloaded a copy of my mind into your ship. I wanted to make sure you knew your heritage."
"How did you find a Kryptonian child to just… shoot into space, father?"
"Her parents were killed in an accident. She had no one and the elders were considering termination when I volunteered to help her. You should bring her here, my son. You should bring her home."
"I think I will," Clark said dazedly. Alana owed her life to his family. Surely she would be okay with bearing him another son or daughter to raise as his own. That would fix everything! Clark didn't notice his eye twitching as he left his father behind.
Aww, date night went well for our heroine! Also, Superman is starting to unravel a little at the seams. Join me next week to see what happens next. Ja! :D