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"I don't believe it!" Clark wailed furiously, "there must be one person who survived!" He reached out and punched the table on which the Delphi sat humming slightly. Dinah shrieked as the table cracked under the force of the punch.
"What's going on in here?" demanded Oracle, "What happened to the Delphi???"
"The Delphi's fine, it's the table that isn't." Clark mumbled sheepishly. "I didn't mean to break it."
"How did you break the...table..." Oracle looked confused, and Dinah, for one, didn't blame her.
"I don't really know. I was kinda mad and I just punched it."
"Are you sure you only punched it?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"No reason," Oracle responded lamely.
When Oracle began to speak to Huntress, she was so busy kicking bad- guy butt that she didn't answer at first.
:. Huntress!:.
"I'm busy."
Oracle sighed loudly into the com. "Whatever. I give up." She switched off the com, turning to Dinah.
"There is no way he only punched that table. You'd have to be superhuman to be able to do that!! It's made of steel! " Both women were completely unaware that Clark was standing outside the door listening to their conversation.
They're saying I'm not human? But how can that be? It's imposs- He let his thought trail off as the women began talking again. Blah, blah, blah... it's all about them and oh-what-are-we-gonna-do-about-this. Of course, no talk of how to get me back. He tried, once again, to remember something...
Flashback, Clark's memories
"Clark, I'm going to Paris tomorrow. Could you bring me to the airport?" Lana looked at him hopefully.
"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." Clark flushed, embarrassed to find that he had been so busy looking at her he hadn't been paying attention to what she was saying. "What time does your plane leave?"
"Well, I'll need you to pick me up at 3 pm. Oh, and thanks tons!" Clark couldn't believe this was happening. He watched her helplessly as she turned and headed back to her car.
"See you tomorrow!" she called, snapping him back to reality.
"Lana, wait! Why are you going to Paris in the first place?" What a stupid question. She'd answered him yesterday.
"I wanna go see the world, Clark. And nothing is gonna stop me now." Weird, Clark realized, but that was not what she had told him yesterday. All he remembered was something about a change of scenery.
For the first time then, he noticed her outfit. The Lana he knew (and loved, he admitted to himself,) wouldn't ever wear a cropped top and low-rise jeans, even if she were going to a party.
"See ya later!" she giggled, patting him on the back and going over to her car. Her brown hair was cut to a chin length bob, and it moved with her when she began to jog.
This isn't normal... Clark thought.
The next day at Lana's house, as Clark waited, she came downstairs carrying two huge bags and wearing a short black dress and a red beret.
"Might as well fit in!" She joked merrily, calling goodbye to Chloe from the foyer where she stood with Clark.
"OK, can we get going already??" Lana demanded impatiently, "I'll wait in your car." She went out the door, slamming it with a tremendous force.
Clark went into the kitchen to talk to Chloe. "She's been acting weird, so be careful." Chloe advised, "and she's been temper mental, so I suggest you leave now."
Clark asked no more questions and reluctantly went out the door to face the new Lana. She glared at him and muttered something about missing the plane and going faster. The ride to the airport was completely silent and Clark considered all the ways Lana was different. He'd only seen her two days before she started acting... well... snotty. It was impossible to make those many changes in a few days. He dropped her off at the airport, for once glad to see her leave.
End flashback
"So we'll call Bruce about this," figured Oracle. "Maybe he'll know what to do about this."
"Oh, no." Snapped Helena angrily, "I refuse to call my father, begging for help when he left mom and me like he did. What am I supposed to say? ' Hi dad, I'm the daughter you didn't bother to find out you had?' Oh, or maybe, ' Oh, hey dad, betcha you didn't know the last time you saw mom that she had a baby and was going to die because of your idiocy?"
"Helena, a simple ' hi' would do just as well." Helena whirled around, staring at the tall, dark, man standing in the doorway.
"Dad?"
Ok, so I lied. There were lots of the Birds in that one too... oopsies! Anyway, this chappie's for Nightwing509. You have been with me from the beginning. Sniffles. So anyway, enjoy your chappie. (To the others, keep reviewing! PLEASE!)
"I don't believe it!" Clark wailed furiously, "there must be one person who survived!" He reached out and punched the table on which the Delphi sat humming slightly. Dinah shrieked as the table cracked under the force of the punch.
"What's going on in here?" demanded Oracle, "What happened to the Delphi???"
"The Delphi's fine, it's the table that isn't." Clark mumbled sheepishly. "I didn't mean to break it."
"How did you break the...table..." Oracle looked confused, and Dinah, for one, didn't blame her.
"I don't really know. I was kinda mad and I just punched it."
"Are you sure you only punched it?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"No reason," Oracle responded lamely.
When Oracle began to speak to Huntress, she was so busy kicking bad- guy butt that she didn't answer at first.
:. Huntress!:.
"I'm busy."
Oracle sighed loudly into the com. "Whatever. I give up." She switched off the com, turning to Dinah.
"There is no way he only punched that table. You'd have to be superhuman to be able to do that!! It's made of steel! " Both women were completely unaware that Clark was standing outside the door listening to their conversation.
They're saying I'm not human? But how can that be? It's imposs- He let his thought trail off as the women began talking again. Blah, blah, blah... it's all about them and oh-what-are-we-gonna-do-about-this. Of course, no talk of how to get me back. He tried, once again, to remember something...
Flashback, Clark's memories
"Clark, I'm going to Paris tomorrow. Could you bring me to the airport?" Lana looked at him hopefully.
"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." Clark flushed, embarrassed to find that he had been so busy looking at her he hadn't been paying attention to what she was saying. "What time does your plane leave?"
"Well, I'll need you to pick me up at 3 pm. Oh, and thanks tons!" Clark couldn't believe this was happening. He watched her helplessly as she turned and headed back to her car.
"See you tomorrow!" she called, snapping him back to reality.
"Lana, wait! Why are you going to Paris in the first place?" What a stupid question. She'd answered him yesterday.
"I wanna go see the world, Clark. And nothing is gonna stop me now." Weird, Clark realized, but that was not what she had told him yesterday. All he remembered was something about a change of scenery.
For the first time then, he noticed her outfit. The Lana he knew (and loved, he admitted to himself,) wouldn't ever wear a cropped top and low-rise jeans, even if she were going to a party.
"See ya later!" she giggled, patting him on the back and going over to her car. Her brown hair was cut to a chin length bob, and it moved with her when she began to jog.
This isn't normal... Clark thought.
The next day at Lana's house, as Clark waited, she came downstairs carrying two huge bags and wearing a short black dress and a red beret.
"Might as well fit in!" She joked merrily, calling goodbye to Chloe from the foyer where she stood with Clark.
"OK, can we get going already??" Lana demanded impatiently, "I'll wait in your car." She went out the door, slamming it with a tremendous force.
Clark went into the kitchen to talk to Chloe. "She's been acting weird, so be careful." Chloe advised, "and she's been temper mental, so I suggest you leave now."
Clark asked no more questions and reluctantly went out the door to face the new Lana. She glared at him and muttered something about missing the plane and going faster. The ride to the airport was completely silent and Clark considered all the ways Lana was different. He'd only seen her two days before she started acting... well... snotty. It was impossible to make those many changes in a few days. He dropped her off at the airport, for once glad to see her leave.
End flashback
"So we'll call Bruce about this," figured Oracle. "Maybe he'll know what to do about this."
"Oh, no." Snapped Helena angrily, "I refuse to call my father, begging for help when he left mom and me like he did. What am I supposed to say? ' Hi dad, I'm the daughter you didn't bother to find out you had?' Oh, or maybe, ' Oh, hey dad, betcha you didn't know the last time you saw mom that she had a baby and was going to die because of your idiocy?"
"Helena, a simple ' hi' would do just as well." Helena whirled around, staring at the tall, dark, man standing in the doorway.
"Dad?"
Ok, so I lied. There were lots of the Birds in that one too... oopsies! Anyway, this chappie's for Nightwing509. You have been with me from the beginning. Sniffles. So anyway, enjoy your chappie. (To the others, keep reviewing! PLEASE!)