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Clark paced the floor of Bruce's Metropolis apartment. Wayne had been gone several hours and had refused to tell him where he was going. Said that he was afraid Clark would disregard his request and get himself killed. He'd made Clark swear that he wouldn't try to follow him, but would wait for him at the apartment.

He'd left the suite twice, once to catch an armed robber and once to stop a truck from hitting a small child. Besides those two times, spaces of a mere five minutes each, he'd walked every inch of the sitting room a couple hundred times. He wouldn't've been surprised to find that he'd lowered the floor of the room evenly by a quarter of an inch.

The faint whirring of ahelicopter engine on the roof made his head snap up. He'd been so wrapped in his own worried thoughts and scarily detail-oriented imagination, that he hadn't been aware of the sound until it was directly above him. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, almost afraid to hear what had happened. Then he shook his head, as if shaking off the feeling of dread that had plagued him since that fateful moment they'd discovered that the girls were missing.

He supersped to the roof, his breath catching in his chest when he saw Bruce's helicopter land on the roof. He guessed that he'd used the BatJet but had switched it for the more ostentatious vehicle before coming into the city. It'd be a little hard to explain why the BatJet landed on a Wayne building in Metropolis in the middle of the day.

Everything that happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. The door slid open in a liquid motion, and Bruce stepped out. He looked at Clark for a second and then turned to help Chloe out. After he'd lowered her to the ground he turned back to the helicopter, Chloe turning to help also.

Charlie stepped out of the aircraft gingerly, leaning on both Chloe and Bruce slightly. Then she lifted her head and looked him in the eye. A wide smile graced her face and she stepped towards him shakily.

Clark was there in a fraction of a heartbeat. He swung her into his arms and squeezed her tight, lifting her a few inches off the ground and burrowing his face into her hair. Charlie wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him desperately. It felt like they'd been apart for months rather than just a few harrowing hours.

He pulled away from her for a second, setting her back on the ground but not letting go of her. "Are you okay?" He whispered, his voice rough with emotion. Vaguely he heard Bruce and Chloe head downstairs, presumably to have their own 'reunion' in private.

"I, uh..." She paused. "I have something to tell you first." She took a step back from him, needing some space to figure out how she was going to say what she wanted to say.

Clark let her go, thoroughly confused. "Okay," He said slowly. "What is it?"

She looked up at him plaintively. "You know how we've been...uh..." She blushed. "'Christening the apartment day and night?"

Clark smiled and nodded.

"And we didn't..." She turned even redder. "Didn't use...anything? Cause it was highly doubtful that because we're from two different worlds, that we could..." She trailed off.

He stared at her in shock. Then his eyes traveled over her body to rest on her stomach. "You mean you're...we're going to have...?" He stuttered out.

She nodded, unsure of what exactly his reaction would be. He smiled widely and swung her up into his arms and spun around.

"This is fantastic!" He said while laughing happily. "I didn't think I..." He kissed her gently, then he pulled away and shouted out loud. "We're going to have a baby!"

Bruce stopped kissing Chloe for a moment, pulling away to listen to the shout from above them. Chloe giggled when she heard what Clark was literally from the rooftops. Bruce looked down at her, surprise evident on his face.

"Did he just yell what I think he yelled?" He asked slowly, watching her carefully.

She nodded. "Yup, Clark's about to be a dad. Again." She thought for a moment. "Does that make me an aunt or...? Let's see...the half-sibling of the son of my cousin..."

Bruce kissed her to stop her from talking anymore. "Let's just call you an aunt, unless Clark and Charlie have a better idea." He flashed a huge smile at her.

"You know, it's hard to believe we only met six months ago." Chloe told him, smiling back at him.

"It does seem hard to believe that we haven't known eachother our whole lives." He replied kissing her again.

Flashback

Chloe walked out of the Gotham Gazette, tired after a long day of investigative reporting, and ready for a bubble bath and a glass of wine. Two fires, three armed robberies and six car-jackings. What a day, she almost envied her cousin and Clark for their relatively quiet city. Then again, she wouldn't trade her darkly beautiful Gotham City for anything, not even Metropolis.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't even see the man in front of her until she walked right into him. The man was much taller than her own five foot two figure, so she fell backwards from the force of colliding with him.

"Oomph!" Chloe was embarrassed to hear herself utter. Her book went flying, as did a file folder the man had been carrying. She nearly landed neatly on her butt, but was saved at the last second from that distressing fate by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her.

She looked up and found herself gazing into chocolate brown eyes deeply set in a darkly beautiful masculine face. Dark brown hair fell over his forehead in a boyish way that contrasted enormously with his sharply carved features, making him look like a fallen angel. She became very aware of the thick muscles that made up the biceps wrapped around her body, and that had saved her from falling so ignominiously.

"Hello." The darkly angelic man said with a stunner of a smile.

"H...hello." She replied as he stood from his bent position and sat her on her feet. "My name's Chloe Sullivan." She told him and then waited for him to respond with his own name.

He smiled wider and let go of her. "It was a pleasure to meet you Miss Sullivan." And with that he bent, picked up his file folder and her book. He glanced at the title and quirked an eyebrow as he handed it back to her. "Until next time."

Before she could say another word, he turned and disappeared into the building, leaving her standing there speechless. She looked down at her book and then back up at the reflective doors he'd gone behind and caught sight of herself.

Her normally perfectly groomed short blonde hair was mussed and she looked as tired as she felt. Her skin was pale and her eyes looking huge with heavy bags under them. She'd chewed off her lipstick long ago and her clothes were creased and rightly looked as if they'd been through a nerve-racking and long day.

She turned away from the building, determined to forget the man and his infuriating refusal to give his name. After all, she had a large claw-foot tub waiting for her at her apartment, and it was calling her name. She tucked her book under her arm and headed for the nearest train access spot.

The title "Superman: Savior of Civilization?" glinted in silver script as light from a nearby streetlamp hit the book.

As you can guess we're leaving Clark and Charlie behind for a bit and going into how Chloe and ... someone... you know who, met.

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