Jason nearly jumped out of his skin when Jimmy fainted and quickly leapt off the couch, running over to him. He nearly tripped over his untied shoelace, but somehow managed to steady himself.

"Mr. Jimmy!" He cried, kneeling down beside the photographer and poking him a few times in the chest. Jason cocked his head to the side as he pulled back Jimmy's eyelids. "Uh oh."

Jason sat next to the unconscious Jimmy, not entirely sure what to do. He could see that his chest was moving, although he wasn't responding to Jason's constant pokes, which scared Jason.

Who was going to watch him? What if something bad happened to him? What if that bald bad guy came and took him away? He didn't like that bald guy at all. He was scary, especially when he started yelling at Mommy. And definitely not when he took out that green stuff. It had given him a bad tummy ache, but he didn't tell Mommy until they got back to the Daily Planet.

Jason was sufficiently freaking himself out and tears of fear welled up in his eyes. He shook Jimmy vigorously. "Mr. Jimmy! Wake up!" He shivered and his breaths started coming in short pants.

Oh no! He was having a minor asthma attack and he didn't have his inhaler! And Jimmy wasn't awake to help him.

Suddenly, Mommy's soothing voice came to his ears as he remembered the time he didn't have his inhaler and he had had a terrible attack. Breath with me, baby. Come on now, sugar, you've got to breath. Just breath with me. She had clutched him tightly to her chest as she coaxed him into breathing. Jason laid his hand on Jimmy's chest and fell into the same, slow breathing pattern.

He really wished that Clark was there to hold him tightly. There was something about being in Clark's arms that made him feel a whole lot better…kind of like it felt when Daddy held him, only different.

Jason gave Jimmy a little shake, hoping to wake the over eager photographer, but with no success. He frowned as his previous thoughts returned to him, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He pulled his legs to his chest and grabbed Jimmy's hand, giving it a small squeeze and occasional pinch to see if he was awake yet or not.

What if the bad bald man did come back? What would Jason do? He couldn't throw another piano because, one, there wasn't a piano here and two, he didn't know if he could do it again. Jason sighed softly, his breath shaky as he rocked back and forth.

A soft thud outside on the small balcony startled Jason and his eyes sprang open. Immediately, his back stiffened and he clung to Jimmy's hand in fear. Maybe if he didn't move, they would go away because they thought the apartment was empty. It was worth a shot.

Jason stifled a gasp as the glass sliding door opened. He covered his eyes with his hands, dropping Jimmy's in the process and buried his face in his knees. The person's shoes clicked against the hardwood floor of the living room as they got closer to Jason.

"Please don't hurt me! I didn't do anything bad! I promise!" Jason said softly, pleading.

"Jason?"

Jason's eyes flew open and he looked up from his hands to see Superman crouched in front of him.

"Clark!" He exclaimed, flinging himself into Clark's arms. He pressed his face against the insignia and let the tears leak out of his eyes.

Superman held Jason close, rocking him back and forth. "What's wrong, Jason? Why did you say not to hurt you?"

Jason pulled back from the hug and said, "Because I thought you were that bad bald guy that yelled at me and Mommy."

Superman cocked a brow. "You mean Lex Luthor?"

Silently and somewhat reluctantly, Jason nodded. "Yeah, and I thought you were going to hurt me."

Superman sighed softly and put a hand on either side of Jason's face so that the messy haired boy was looking at him square in the eyes. "Jason, I promise you that as long as I live, I will never let Lex Luthor harm you."

"Never ever?" Jason asked, hopefully.

A wide smile spread across Superman's lips. "Never in a million years ever." He promised.

Jason hugged Superman tightly once again. The Man of Steel could feel the beat of his small heart against his broad chest. Superman made sure not to tighten his arms too…erm, tightly around Jason so he wouldn't squeeze the life out of the fragile boy.

He raised a curious brow as he looked over Jason's small shoulder at the unconscious form of Jimmy Olsen. He pulled back from the hug, although Jason kept his arms wrapped firmly around Superman's neck, still shaking slightly from fear. "What happened?" Superman asked.

Jason shrugged as he rested his head against Superman's shoulder. "I don't know. I was just watching that funny TV show Mommy watches." He scrunched his face up as he peered at Superman. "I don't see what's so funny about it. They're not even cartoons."

Superman laughed. "Adults can be funny, you know."

"Yep, I do." Jason said proudly. He poked Superman in the chest. "Like you!"

"Like me!" Superman exclaimed in mock offense, standing up and situating Jason on his hip.

Jason giggled as he nodded. "Yep! You wear a funny costume!"

Superman shook his head in silent laughter as he set Jason down on the couch. "I'm going to put Jimmy in his room, okay? Just so he doesn't wake up with a stiff neck tomorrow morning. You stay right there, okay?"

Jason nodded a little uncertainly, looking down at his feet. He crossed his ankles, the lights on his shoes lighting up, and he blushed to himself, hiding his Ninja Turtle shoes underneath the couch sheepishly. He couldn't let Superman see them; it would probably offend him.

Superman bent down, hooking his arms underneath Jimmy's back and knees, easily lifting the photographer off the ground. He was lighter than Superman expected him to be, but he carried him down the short hallway and into his bedroom anyway. He wondered why caused Jimmy to pass out, but knowing him, it was probably something simple.

Like a picture of a porcupine on the TV. He has an unnatural fear of those things…

There was something in the pit of his stomach that told Superman that this wasn't the case, that Jimmy had good reason to faint. Superman wondered what it could've been. Maybe an announcement had been made on the news about Lex Luthor.

But Jason said they were watching a TV show…probably Will and Grace.

He set Jimmy down on his bed and sighed before turning on his heel to walk out of the simple bedroom. This was definitely not good. Sure, Jimmy had passed out loads of times, but Superman had asked him to watch Jason and, no matter what it was, Jimmy wouldn't have passed out that easily…he was only gone for twenty minutes tops.

Once again, Superman sighed as he walked into the living room to find Jason with his feet tucked under the couch. He used his x-ray vision to see that the little four year old was hiding his shoes under the couch, out of the view of Superman. A small smile tugged at his lips as he asked, "Ready to go?"

Jason looked up at the sound of Superman's voice and nodded. "Is Mr. Jimmy going to be okay?"

Superman bobbed his head in response as he picked Jason up, once more situating him on his hip. Jason's arms flew around the hero's neck, although he noticed that his grip wasn't as tight as before.

He's starting to trust you.

He walked out onto the balcony, carefully closing the door behind him and making sure it was locked, before smiling tightly at Jason and taking off into the nighttime sky.

They landed on the roof of Superman's -- or rather, Clark's -- apartment building. Jason insisted that he could walk down the stairs himself, instead of having Superman carry him. So, holding Jason's small hand in his own, they walked down the narrow stairwell that led to the top floor of the building.

They walked down the long, carpeted hallway, Jason swinging their linked hands back and forth as he told Superman about an episode of Spongebob Squarepants that was particularly funny. The Savior of Metropolis grabbed the key out from underneath the welcome mat and unlocked the door, quickly herding Jason in through the doorway and closing it behind him.

Usually, he changed out of costume on the roof, but since he had Jason and hadn't thought about putting a spar set of clothes there, he couldn't.

"Make yourself at home." Superman instructed as he walked back into his bedroom to change into his normal clothes.

Jason listened and sat down Indian style in front of the coffee table. There were a few thick books underneath it and they looked somewhat interesting. With a quick look around the apartment, not that it mattered or anything, he pulled the top book out and set it on the top of the glass table gently.

Dust covered the front page and made Jason sneeze a few times, as he was allergic to dust. Wiping his nose on his shirt, Jason opened the book up and found that it wasn't a book at all. It was a photo album!

"Whatcha got there?" Clark asked as he buttoned the cuff to one of his plaid shirts.

Jason practically leapt a mile out of his skin at the sudden appearance of Clark. He took a deep, steadying breath as he mumbled, "A book."

Clark smiled as he lowered himself down the floor next to Jason. "Oh, it's one of the photo albums my mom put together for me when I moved away from Smallville."

Jason furrowed his brow. He had heard that name before, but where from? "What's Smallville?"

"It's a town in Kansas; the corn capital of the world!" Clark explained proudly. "And it's where I grew up. My mom lives there."

"Oh," Jason said, still gazing at Clark in wonder. "Why doesn't your mommy live here?"

"Because she likes it on the farm."

Jason's eyes widened. "You have a farm?" He questioned incredulously.

Clark chuckled as he nodded and flipped the pages of the scrapbook until he found a good picture of the Kent family farm. He pointed to it and smiled. "Yep. Right there."

"Whoa!" Jason breathed as he looked at all the different photos of pigs, sheep, and cattle. For some reason, he had always liked farm animals and always begged Mommy to take him to the petting zoo, but she hardly ever did. She said that the animals stunk too badly and it was unbearable.

"Who knows, maybe you'll get to meet my mom and you can visit all the animals." Clark remarked.

"REALLY!" Jason exclaimed eagerly.

"Really."

"Awesome!"

Clark laughed as he leaned forward to inspect some of the pictures. It was a photograph of himself and his father. His heart clenched at the memory of Jonathan Kent, the beloved father that he had lost all too soon.

"Could Mommy and Daddy come too?"

Jason's voice snapped him out of his memories and he nodded dumbly. "Uh, yeah. They can come."

Jason began to talk about everything and anything as he flipped through not just one album, but all three that were stowed away underneath the coffee table. Whenever he asked a question, Clark would answer him. Jason seemed absolutely entranced with every word that Clark had to say. By the end of the albums, Jason wanted to know more, but Clark didn't know what to tell him.

"How about we watch a movie?" Clark suggested.

Jason nodded. "Okay! Which one?"

"Umm….I don't know." Clark admitted. "I think your mom put some in your back pa-."

Before he could even finish his sentence, Jason flew up from his spot and ran over to where his red book bag was, rummaging through it like a madman. "Found one! I found one!" He cried as he scurried back over to Clark.

"Which one?"

"The Lion King!" Jason answered, practically shoving the plastic box into his face.

Clark took the movie from Jason and popped it into the DVD player. He grabbed the remote and sank back onto the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Jason crawled up on the couch and sat next to Clark. He lifted the reporter's arm and placed it around his small shoulders so he could curl up next to Clark. Tears formed in Clark's eyes at the small gesture, his heart feeling like it was going to explode.

For the first time ever, Clark felt like a father.

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