After about twenty minutes they were all piling into the minivan Martha and Jonathan had bought, realizing they wouldn't all fit in the truck anymore. Kara's game went quickly, as they watched her team win the game, and Clark ref the game. However the twin's game didn't go as well.

The game had been going well, it was the final inning, Clark was sitting on the bench along with all the other little kids, claiming that he helped his dad coach, although really he was just there to hang out with the little boys. Chris was up first in the batting order, and the score was close. Clark sighed as he watched the first pitch, Chris swung at it, he wanted to hit it, but the first was a miss. He swung at the second ball, another miss. Moments later Chris returned to the branch, his head down dragging his bat. Jonathan watched his son for a moment, knowing full well his other son was already batting.

Everyone watched while Kevin got the bat on one of the balls, and watched it fly. Everyone was screaming widely at once. Jonathan watched his little boy run the bases with all his might. Meanwhile Clark watched his little brother slowly walk away from the bench, head hung low.

"Ah dad..." Jonathan looked off and sighed, seeing his son.

"Stay with the kids Clark, I'll be back," with that Jonathan hurried after his little boy. It didn't take long to find Chris, the kids played in a public park with swings not too far away, and that's where the little boy sat quietly looking at the ground, his legs to short to reach the ground.

"Hey kiddo," Jonathan said as he sat down on the swing beside Chris'. Jonathan just barely made out a little 'hi' in reply. "You played a good game," the child shook his head.

"No, Kyle played a good game, Kyle does everything...daddy, why am I a loser?" Jonathan looked surprised.

"Who ever told you that?" Jonathan demanded almost in anger.

"Kyle," murmured Chris. Jonathan was stunned and angered that something so cruel could ever come out of his little boy's mouth. Only five and that child already needed an attitude adjustment.

"Come here son," Chris looked up and slowly made his way over to the swing beside him. Sighing Jonathan carefully lifted his son onto his leg and looked at the small child, "you are not a loser, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. You are my son, you are a Kent, and that makes you one of the strong. Chris, I love you, you know that don't you?"

"Sometimes I feel so alone daddy," Jonathan sighed, Clark felt alone most of the time, and Jonathan knew that, but Chris was just a little kid and he already felt alone.

"Let me tell you a story about a very special little boy, just like you. Ten years ago, there's was this sweet little boy, he was an only child, and a slightly insecure one at that. He was different than most children, faster, stronger and lonelier. Sometimes he even felt like he was all alone in the world. Then he got brothers and sisters, and he didn't feel so alone, he felt different, but not alone anymore. Chris, you're just like Clark when he was your age."

"Is that why we get along so well?" inquired Chris. Jonathan smiled and pressed a kiss to his son's temple.

"Probably, you're never alone son, even if you don't have us, you'll always have Clark and Kara. We're all here, because we love you. Don't you ever forget that okay buddy," Chris sighed as he hugged his father close and nodded.

"I love you son," Jonathan whispered as he got up from the swing and headed back to the diamonds.

"Daddy, is Clark still alone?" Jonathan sighed and looked at his son.

"I don't know Chris, sometimes it's hard to be a teenager that's different than everyone else, it isn't always easy for him."

"Am I different like Clark?" asked Chris. Jonathan chuckled as he looked at the boy.

"No one is quite like Clark son. But you're different in your own way, your own good way. Now lets get back and tell your teammates congratulations."