Disclaimer: I do not own Superman or anything, and I do not own Percy Jackson.

A/N are in Bold.

So, this is my first story. I want to be an author. But first I wanted to see if I was actually any good. I am actually kinda proud of this, and I am super excited to be doing this. Anyway, enough of that let me know if you like it!

Prologue:

Lois: The boys were about three months old when our lives changed again. I had just them down for bed when Clark came home.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Are the boys sleeping already?" He asked.

"Yeah I just put them down, your plates in the microwave, I need to do some research on a lead that came up today, ok?"

"OK. Thank you, love you."

I smiled at him and went to the living room to try and sort out this story. Clark joined me after about twenty minutes and he came bearing two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

"Ohh… you know me too well," I told him when I saw what he was holding. He just smiled and chuckled a little. We stayed talking till a little past midnight. We were going to go to bed when someone started knocking frantically on the door. I looked at Clark to see if he knew who it might be, but one look at his confused face and I knew he was just as clueless as I was.

He walked to the door, and I followed closely behind. When he opened the door, it certainly wasn't what I was expecting. It was a young woman, dirt all over her probably once beautiful face. Her clothes were torn, there was dried blood on various parts of her clothes. Her blue eyes brimming with unshed tears. And she was holding what looked like a bundle of blankets in her arms.

"Clark Kent? Are you Clark Kent?" She asked almost desperately.

"I am. Who are you? " He responded guardedly but kindly.

"Kal-El… You are Kal-El."

And with those simple words our entire demeanor changed, Clark stepped in front of me protectively, and I started to inch back to the stairs in case I needed to get to the boys quickly.

"No, no, I mean no harm." She says instantly, her eyes going wide. Her bottom lip starts to tremble.

"I just need you to take care of him" She continues putting her arms out giving the bundle of blankets to Clark. He looks down as he grabs the bundle gently, his eyes go a little wide and his eyebrows up. That's when I realized, she said "him", "I need you to take care of HIM."

I step closer and look into the bundle, and I see a little baby boy sleeping peacefully oblivious to anything else.

I look back at her, and she has tears running down her face.

"Keep my baby boy safe." Her voice broke at the end, then she turned and ran into the street and stood there. Clark realized what was going to happen a second too late, he tried to hand the baby to me but by then, she had already been hit.

She was killed instantly.

I looked down at the baby, and noticed for the first time, he had a pendant with a name on it.

Perseus.

A few weeks later…

(Still Lois' POV)

"So you've found nothing on who this girl is?" I asked my father. We went to him after the girl died because she knew who Clark was. We couldn't have any cops getting too curious. He was in our living room telling us what he'd found out.

"Well, we know that she's human. And that's all we've found about her. She doesn't exist, there are no records of her anywhere. We've run her through racial recognition, and every database we know of. She's no one." He tells us.

"What are you going to do with the boy?" He asks. We all look over to the little boy sleeping in Clark's arms. "I know some orphanages…" he started.

"No," I interrupt. And I start slowly: " Clark and I have been talking it over, and we think that we are going to adopt him."

For a split second, he looked at us like we should be in Arkham Asylum, then he just looked resigned.

"Do I even need to tell you how much danger you could be putting yourself into?" He asked.

This time Clark answered, "We understand the risks, but we can deal with whatever the world throws our way. Do you think you could help us sort out the adoption papers? The boys have an appointment with the doctor next week and we made an appointment for Perseus."

"Yeah, I suppose I could… wait, Perseus?" He questioned.

"Yes, it was on the pendant around his neck when we got him, we assumed that that was his name. So..."

"Yeah, yeah I'll fix everything up with the adoption."

"Thank you General," Clark said as he shook hands with my father still holding little Perseus.

When my father left, Perseus woke up. But he didn't cry, he just looked at Clark with his big green eyes. Clark just smiled a fatherly smile. And Perseus smiled back.

And that's when we felt it. He had become family.