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Chloe Sullivan walked into Room 211 of the Smallville Medical Center without knocking. Ron Stoppable was lying in the room's single bed, his eyes closed, his left arm heavily bandaged and strapped across his chest. Kim Possible, red eyed and looking more than a bit haggard, sat beside him, holding his right hand and gently running her fingers through his hair. Chloe stopped at the foot of the bed. Kim looked up with a tired smile, and Chloe greeted her with a wink.

"How are you, Kim?"

"Just a cut on the side of my head, and a few bruises," Kim said, one hand going to her blood matted hair.

Chloe looked around. "Where's Kara? I thought you said she was here."

"I am," Kara Kent said as she walked into the room carrying a dripping pitcher. "Your ice water," she announced to Ron, refilling his glass.

Chloe gave Ron a stern look. "Milk it much?" she demanded.

Ron opened one eye and grinned at her. "Wouldn't you?"

Chloe smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Like the Mad Dogs offensive line's been using me as a tackling dummy," Ron said, not quite able to keep the pain out of his voice. "Fortunately, the doctors introduced me to Mr. Morphine here, and he's taken the edge off it, at least." He gestured at the morphine pump standing next to his bed.

Chloe nodded in silent understanding. She'd been a guest at the Medical Center more than once in her younger days. She glanced at Kara. "You look like a lobster," she accused, noting the teenager's bright pink skin. "What happened?"

"Sunburn," Kara said simply.

Chloe gave her a skeptical look. "I didn't think that was possible."

Kara looked around, then said, "Well, when people ask how it happened I can't say, 'Oh, I was engulfed by six hydrogen fireballs.'" Chloe had to agree that Kara had a point. The enormous explosion that had blotted Monkey Fist's satellite out of the sky had also left Kara with more color than she'd had in years, since before the destruction of Krypton and the subsequent devastation of Argo, at least. Chloe knew Kara loved to sunbathe, and also that she never tanned at all, well, not on Earth. They'd had to invent a story about Kara having sensitive skin, and Kara made a habit of wearing high SPF sunblock year 'round. "So," Kara went on, "I went outside without my sunscreen and got a little burned."

Chloe nodded again. "Well," she said, addressing herself to Kim and Ron, "Your adventure has made the international news. The parking lot is full of media satellite trucks, and more are coming all the time. I was just speaking with some of them, and they all want to know when they can interview you." Kim heaved a sigh, and Ron closed his eyes. "Can't they wait a day?" he groused.

"Sure they could," Chloe said, a cynical smile on her lips, "That way they could broadcast twenty-four hours of rumor and innuendo uncluttered by facts." She chuckled at the look on their faces. "Seriously though, I'd be happy to serve as a go between, if you want to issue a statement."

"Don't they have enough of those already?"

"Oh, they have statements from just about everybody, all right: the U.S. and Russian militaries, the feds, the police and Global Justice. Even Supergirl put out a statement, through the Justice League."

Kim gave Kara a look. The blonde shrugged. "I'd rather not be interviewed, at least not on TV. But I had to say something. After all, the people have a right to know what's going on the world."

Kim sighed again. "I suppose so," she agreed. "Well, I guess I can go out and talk to them, unless you don't mind them coming in here?" she said to Ron.

Ron shrugged. "As long as we can clean up first. You're a mess," he said, teasing gently. Kim just smiled.

"You'll probably want to leave before then," Chloe said, looking at Kara. "I doubt you want Kara Kent's picture splashed all over the world either."

Kara grinned in agreement. "You're right, but I've arranged a distraction. No one out there will be paying any attention to me."

"What kind of distraction?"

Kara chuckled. "You'll find out in a minute." She turned to Kim and Ron "Your folks are here, by the way."

Ron looked at her blankly. "My...our parents?"

"Yep. They'll be in shortly, but first, my distraction wants to meet you." Kara was grinning from ear to ear now. Footsteps sounded in the door. Kim and Ron turned to look. Ron's jaw dropped. Kim's eyes grew wide as saucers.

"Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable," the new arrival said with a friendly smile. "Supergirl has told me a lot about you." He glanced at Kara, his eyes twinkling. Kara grinned but said nothing. "Hello Chloe, you're looking well." Chloe blushed brightly. "You too, Cl...Superman," she stammered.

Superman turned his attention to Kim and Ron. Kim was glad she was sitting down. Her knees had gone weak, and she doubted she'd be able to stand up. He stood for a moment, just looking at them, like he was studying them, or reading them. He nodded approvingly. "You two rest up," he commanded. "The world needs all the heroes it can get, and you two have the makings of great ones." Kim tried to reply, but couldn't make any words come out. Ron, she saw, was in a similar fix. Superman smiled tolerantly. "Your parents are waiting outside, and I won't keep them any longer," he said. "Take care," he added, and was gone. He was no sooner out of sight than the room filled with a quartet of anxious parents, a pair of jealous brothers, and a half dozen demands for explanations.


Kara slipped out of the room unnoticed, and exited the hospital by a back door. There was a park across the street. A dark haired, bespectacled man sat on a bench reading a newspaper. Kara took a seat beside him. "Well," she asked, "What do you think of them?"

Clark Kent gave his 'cousin' a frank look. "I think we'll be seeing a lot of them in the coming years," he said.

Kara looked at the hospital and smiled. "I think so too."