Well, here it is... and no real delay because of my reviews!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of the original Superman characters. I do however own Kianna and whichever original character I decide to introduce into my story.

As the bald man stood facing the sea, his devious mind was churing with ideas to get him off the island he and Kitty had landed on. But Lex Luther was, for the first time in his life, completely and utterly stumped. He would come up with what seemed to be a brilliant plan, then he would remember that he was stuck on an island with only Kitty and a helicopter with no gasoline.

At the moment, Kitty was in the helicopter, shading herself from the sun. Her foot had gotten stuck under the seat in front of her, and she was struggling to get it out. When she did, a first aid box came out with it. Behind the first aid kit, she could see something glinting on a stray beam of sunlight that had found it's way through a window.

"Lex! Lex! Look what I found!" Lex Luthor turned with a sigh only to find himself filled with a new hope when he saw the tool belt in Kitty's hand.

"Would you look at that. You're actually good for something Kitty." He drawled out, snatching the belt away from her. It must have been put there by one of those stupid lackeys he had hired. "Well, let's see what we've got here. Screwdriver, usless. Hammer, I could use that. Hatchet." Lex stopped at that one, as he looked up at the trees on his island, a new plan began to form in his mind. A plan that would actually get him off this God forsaken clump of land.

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"Ma! I'm home!" Kianna called out to her mother, as she opened the door to their apartment. It wasn't that she lived with her mother, it was more like her mother lived with her. She waited for a response before tromping up the stairs to her room. As she changed out of her work clothes, she thought about what had happened at the resturant.

Did she really grab a hot plate without even feeling it? She traced the lines of her palm wth her thumb. She could feel that, so it obviously didn't have anything to do with nerve damage or something. As she looked over at her dresser, she saw an unlit candle with a box of matches sitting next to it. With one last look down at her hands, she took a deep breath and slowly walked over to her dresser.

With shaking hands, she lit the candle and shook the flame from the match. "You must be crazy, Kianna." She told herself as she gazed at the burning candle. At first, she just ran her hand through the flames quickly, almost afraid of being burned. But the second time, she inched her hand through the candle flame, surprised when she didn't feel any heat or pain. She left her hand there for a while before taking it from the fire to investigate. There were no burns on her hand, just a sooty splotch left by the flame. What is this? Kianna asked herself. She sure as hell didn't believe in magic, but she did know who Superman was.

Deciding to test her theory, Kianna looked around her room for something to prove it. her computer. First, she carefully unplugged all the cords and set them aside. After she finished that, she picked it up with both hands befoe slowly exchanging it all to her right hand. She could do it. She could hold her computer in the air with just one hand, and still feel like she could lift more.

I'm not human.

The thought tore through Kianna's mind. Ravaged it.

I'm not human.

Shaking, she placed the computer back on the desk, not bothering to plug it all back in.

I'm not human.

The phrase kept repeating itself over and over. For a moment, she stood motionless. The shock of her discovery rooting her to the spot, before she collapsed onto her bed in a dead faint.

That's where her mother found her later that night, sprawled across the sheets of her bed. She had been calling for dinner and when Kianna hadn't answered, she went up to her room to find her.

"Oh my God. Kianna!" Donna rushed over to her daughter, fear worming its way through her system. Kneeling by the bed, Donna shook her softly. When that didn't work, the mother quickly began to panic. Roughly, almost violently, Donna grabbed Kianna by the shoulders and pulled her back and forth until the icy blue eyes snapped open.

Kianna shot straight up in bed. What had happened? She knew that she had done something, but what-

In a violent wave, it all rushed back to her. Almost instantly, the shock she had felt before turned to hurt. Why hadn't she been told about this?

"You." she accused. Glaring at the woman who had raised her. "Why didn't you tell me? All these years, and you didn't even trust me with myself!" Wounded tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.

For a moment, Donna was utterly astounded. She had just found her daughter collapsed on the bed, and the minute she wakes up she starts throwning accusations at her. But only for a moment. She had found out. Lord, she knew this day would come, but she had hoped that by ignoring it, the problems might all go away. She had been foolish to believe such a thing.

"Kianna, I-" she began.

"No. I won't listen! How do I know that it's not all another lie? My entire life has been a lie, mom! I'm a lie..." It was too much. She fell into her mother's arms, the tears now streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, Kianna. Oh, my baby." Donna just sat there with her for a while, rubbing Kianna's back. Soothing the tears away. Donna knew that this was going to be terribly hard to explain, but she had to start somewhere.

Taking a deep breath, the older woman opened her mouth and began.

"Kianna, how do I explain this? When we found you, you father and I, you were just wondering around in the front lawn in nothing but your skin. You had a blanket clutched at your side and when you saw us, you just... smiled. You didn't seem scared, nervous, anything that a normal child would have been. At first we thought that you were just lost, but there were no missing child reports anywhere in the area. We couldn't just turn you out so we took you in." Here Donna smiled. For years, Donna and Herald had wanted children but by then they had given up hope. "You were the best thing that ever happened to us."

At this point, tears had worked their way out of Donna's eyes and were dripping down her face. "Mom, " Kianna started, "You don't have to do this, we can wait till your ready-"

"No," Donna inturrupted with a shake of her head. "I have to do this. You deserve this. Anyway, the first time we found out about, well, you know... We were a little frightened. You had managed to crawl up onto the counter for some cookies, and the burner had been left on. I came in just in time to see you place you hand right down on it. But you didn't even flinch. Not a cry came out from your mouth. I was amazed, and a little scared. There wasn't a mark on your hand, and I touched that burner just to make sure." Here she paused, her breath hitched. "I was afraid someone would find out, take you away. That's why you didn't do sports, or anything that might show off what you had. I couldn't let them take you away, you were my baby."

Sobs now racked Donna's chest. Kianna wrapped her arms around her mother, their rolls reversed. In her mind, Kianna told herself that she wouldn't let this change what she had made of her life. She would continue like nothing had ever happened. But she knew that she was only lying to herself. How could she live like this, knowing what she was? Knowing what she could do.

Donna pulled away from her daughter, and looked up at her. "When you and I moved here, to Metropolis, and you took up your job as a waitress, I thought that your secret was safe. Thought that you wouldn't ever need to know. And I'm sorry for that Kianna. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, mom. Really." But that was a lie too. It felt like nothing would ever be 'okay' again. For now, though, she would just try to let it be normal.

A/N: Ah... so now we introduce Lex Luthor. I'll leave it to your minds on how he actually got off.

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