With the new bank open and the Smallville residents eagerly switching to get away from Lionel Luthor's iron grip it was obvious that the castle residents were going to attract the attention of the egotistical maniac. Then came the issues with his planned plaza being in violation of historical protection orders.

None of the residents were surprised when Amara and Harry received an invitation to a meeting in Metropolis at LuthorCorp Plaza. It was only a few days after the incident with the caves.

Harry and Amara took the chopper into the city and then an expensive limo to the Plaza.

That was when things got… annoying.

The guards were being a little too thorough with their security checks and frisks that Amara gave one of them second degree burns. They then tried to get them to submit to a strip search.

Amara just glared at them and pulled out her phone.

"Come on Princess, put your phone away and step behind the curtain so we can search you properly." The lead guard leered.

Harry just rolled his eyes. There was no way that Amara would let these creeps get away with this. If they were lucky they would get a few years in jail. If they were unlucky they would find themselves missing certain appendages and abilities… like potty training.

Amara whispered harshly into the phone before putting it away.

"Shouldn't be long." She told Harry as she stood next to him and wrapped an arm around his possessively.

"Maybe we should deal with your boyfriend first." Another guard sneered. Harry was still the same as he had been all his adult life. Five foot ten and fairly wiry. He was an easy target for bullies.

"You really don't want to do that." Harry warned calmly.

"Maybe you'd like to watch whilst we frisk your girlfriend again."

The guard stepped forward.

"You do realise you are just digging yourself a bigger hole, right?"

The guard grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and threw him into the middle of the lobby where they proceeded to kick and punch him. Amara gasped but took no action, she wasn't worried about Harry one bit, she was just shocked at the brutality.

The lead guard had her by the shoulders. "Mr. Luthor wanted a message sent. Unlucky for you, because you get to be part of it." He whispered in his ear.

Amara shuddered in disgust, which the guard took for fear.

"We're going to have a lot of fun with you, the best part is we get paid for it." He said as he tried to caress her breast.

That was the last straw.

"Harry. I've had enough. Kill these bastards." She said loudly.

The guards laughed until one of them suddenly seemed to slip and fall backwards smashing the back of his head against the cold hard floor. Another guard spewed blood everywhere as Harry shot up with a fist to the man's chin.

Harry turned and glared at the remaining two men who were backing up towards where the lead guard had Amara. Harry was about to step forward when the lobby doors opened and Captain Sawyer burst in with several officers, their guns drawn.

"Release the woman and put your hands in the air." Sawyer ordered.

"We were just detaining them as they tried to bring firearms into the building." The lead guard assured the Captain.

"Then why did Miss Aquilla call me about sexual assault and battery? I won't ask you again, release the woman and put your hands up."

The guards shared a look before they stepped away from Harry and Amara and raised their hands. They weren't too worried. Luthor would bail them out. He couldn't afford to have them confessing they were working on his orders.

"Dr. Potter, Miss Aquilla." The Captain greeted them. She could see bruises and cuts all over Harry's hands and face. "Someone call a bus." She called over her shoulder.

"I'll be fine, Captain, thank you." Harry assured her.

"I'd rather not take that chance, Doctor. Besides, I would assume you would like to get the damage documented?"

"I suppose it couldn't hurt." Harry shrugged.

"Is Luthor even in the building?" Amara asked in frustration.

"I'm not sure. But we will need to find out, these men do work for him after all." Captain Sawyer said.

"Speak of the devil." Amara scowled as she saw Lionel Luthor exit an elevator with at least one sycophant and one bodyguard. His little white stick was out in front as he nastily shrugged off the aid of the sycophant.

"Why are the police here and accosting my men?" Lionel demanded.

"They were assaulting these two people who say they had an appointment with you today." Sawyer said as she positioned herself between Harry and Amara and Lionel's group.

"I highly doubt that. My men are highly trained and very respectful. I also don't have any appointments for today." Lionel denied.

"We have a recording of the phone call between Mr. Luthor and Doctor Potter where Mr. Luthor personally invites Doctor Potter to meet him today to discuss some issues." Amara spoke up as she handed a flash drive to Sawyer.

"We also want to press charges against Mr. Lionel Luthor as our attackers clearly stated that they were being instructed and paid by Mr. Luthor to assault us."

"I find your accusations to be insulting young lady. You can be sure I will counter-sue for defamation of character."

Amara pulled out a recording device from her purse. "This is an audio and video recording of the assault." She said as she handed it over and then pulled off her glasses and earrings. "These are the devices that performed the recordings."

She placed them on the receptionists counter.

"They are covered by various patents and secrecy contracts so we can't let you have them." Harry said, stopping the Captain from taking them as evidence.

As the victims in the case it wasn't necessary, the recording would be sufficient.

"I find that the word of people who would underhandedly sneak bugs into my building is astounding in it's lack of sincerity." Lionel sneered.

"Well, it was your son that advised us to do it. He was pretty pissed when he found out you had his home bugged, especially his office."

"I will not stand here-"

"That's enough Mr. Luthor." Sawyer said loudly. "I have enough here to take you in for questioning. You will be escorted to the precinct and we can discuss it there."

"Dominic, call my lawyer." Lionel said stiffly.

"Before you go and before I have my injuries cared for, allow me to refute any claim of honesty that Lionel Luthor has ever made." Harry said as his hand shot out.

Lionel's own hands shot up to defend himself from the ping-pong ball Harry had thrown at him.

Captain Sawyer just glared at the 'blind' man. "Thank you very much Doctor. I think, considering what I have seen and learnt here, that Mr. Luthor will need to be thoroughly searched when he arrives at the precinct."

"We will be at the precinct as soon as the paramedics clear Dr. Potter." Amara assured the Captain.


Captain Sawyer was just leaving the interrogation room holding one of the guards when she sighted Lex Luthor storming down the corridor.

"Mr. Luthor, I'm going to have to ask you to wait in the lobby." She said firmly.

"I just want to make sure they are alright." Lex said respectfully.

"You're father is fine."

"My father? Not him. Harry and Amara. They are friends of mine. I warned them it was dangerous meeting my father on his own terms."

"Would you be willing to submit to an interview?"

"You let me check on my friends and I'll sing like a canary." Lex told her sincerely.

"Very well. Let me check with them first." She said.

She was only gone for a minute before she returned and led Lex to her office.

"Are you two ok?" Lex asked immediately. "God Harry! Why didn't you defend yourself?" Lex demanded as he saw the bruises on Harry's face.

"It would have been harder to get them arrested if they were injured. I only intervened when it was too much for Amara."

"Could you explain that please?" Sawyer asked suspiciously.

"Harry is a highly skilled fighter. We sometimes spar at everything from fencing to mixed martial arts. Amara is also skilled. Sometimes we train as a group, one person against the group. With our backgrounds and the threats we face it is wise to be able to defend ourselves. Those guards would have not been a problem for Harry. He could have easily engaged them all and held them off until you arrived."

"Dr. Potter, did you and Miss Aquila go to LuthorCorp Plaza with the intent to provoke these men and Mr. Lionel Luthor?"

"No we didn't." Harry said firmly. "Lex warned us that Lionel was used to underhanded methods. I quite agree with him, a simple investigation of how he abandoned his young son and daughter will show he has a callous disregard for human life."

"I thought you were an only child, Mr. Luthor."

"So did I. It was only when the mothers of both my half-siblings turned up accusing Lionel of stealing their children and giving them away that I even knew I had other relatives. My mother died soon after my full brother, Julian, died as a baby."

"I'm sorry Mr. Luthor, I didn't realise." Sawyer said sincerely.

"Neither did I." Lex gave a mirthless chuckle.

Captain Sawyer cleared her throat. "I don't believe that these revelations will affect the investigation, we have the recording after all. I won't ask you to stay in the city, but I will ask that you remain in either Metropolis or Smallville for at least a week so we can contact each other easily.

"That shouldn't be a problem. I will be back at my job at the school tomorrow and Amara will likely be tied to a chair by her girlfriend." Harry smirked at a blushing Amara.

Sawyer blushed at that as well. "Well… as long as you are available."

"Captain, what are the chances of my father getting away with this?"

"You should know the answer to that as well as I do, Mr. Luthor." Captain Sawyer said disgustedly as she turned and walked off.

"In other words she's already had calls from the DA and the Mayor's office to sweep this under the rug." Lex sighed.

"Don't worry, we weren't expecting to catch him today." Harry slapped him on the back. "This just gives us a reason to destroy him. And that will be so much more fun."


Christmas was always a fun time for the castle residents. Nearly all of them had worked with children when they weren't raising their own. There was an undeniable joy to be experienced from seeing young children's excitement and happiness on Christmas morning and the days leading up.

It had been a long time since the residents of the castle had been a part of a small community, not since the X-Men were based out of Westchester, New York. For Harry it was even longer.

They were making the most of it though as they decided to throw a Christmas celebration for the whole town on Christmas Eve. The weather was freezing and snow was falling. Emma and Scott had arranged for the school to be the heart of the celebration. There was music from the schools own pupils and local residents thanks to Dani rounding them up and convincing them to play.

Food was supplied in the form of a buffet.

People mingled and chatted, it was a much different experience for a customer to talk to their grocer at a social function than it was whilst picking up the fruit and veg.

At 10 PM Harry ascended to the stage, most of the town knew him by now. He healed their children at the school, he worked the emergency room at the local medical centre and most importantly he saved many of the townspeople from Lionel Luthor with his new bank and the offer to pay for all transfer fees.

"Friends! Countrymen! Smallvillians! Lend me your ears!" He greeted loudly, much to the amusement of the crowd. "Hopefully you've enjoyed this evening as much as I have. Christmas is very much a time for family but I believe that family is as large or small as you choose. I choose this town to be my family."

The crowd cheered happily at the sentiment.

"As my family, I am asking for a favour."

The smiles faltered as thoughts of Lionel Luthor flitted through their minds.

"Down the road is the Smallville Medical centre. Many of the current patients couldn't make it today; a good few are children. There are several struggling hospitals in Metropolis that have children suffering and missing out on Christmas.

"Now I am not asking for monetary donations. What I would like is for some of you, say fifty to a hundred, to volunteer to help me deliver these to the children tomorrow morning."

The curtains behind him parted to reveal a mountain of parcels.

There were gasps and cheers from the crowd.

"I recommend you get into groups of ten or so and pick two of you to go. Don't feel ashamed or pressured into doing this, some people have personal reasons for not doing it. Some of you might have previous commitments."

It was a very excited town that got to work that night.

There were some very surprised sick children the next day.

Kansas was officially the happiest state for Christmas.


On New Year's Day Amara and Dani received the visit they had been waiting for. Kyla Willowbrook arrived at the castle looking for them.

"Happy New Year, Kyla." Amara greeted the younger girl.

"Tell me that when I've made my confession." She said clearly depressed.

"Come on, we'll go somewhere quiet." Amara said as she took Kyla's hand.

They walked up to the Astronomy Tower, Amara hadn't wanted to spook Kyla by teleporting her. She and Dani sat down with Kyla and waited patiently.

The girl was still torn, but clearly in agony over the guilt.

Eventually she spoke. "I killed the foreman at the new LuthorCorp site. It was an accident!" She added hastily. "But, I was setting up some gasoline to destroy some of the equipment to stop the work, but I didn't know the foreman was still there. He interrupted me, I wasn't… I can change into a wolf and he fired a flare gun to scare me off… he didn't know he was standing in the fuel."

Amara sat beside her and pulled her into a hug as Kyla began to cry.


An hour later Kyla had cried herself out and Amara and Dani had convinced her to make her confession to Harry and Clark who had the authority to pronounce judgement, or at least a judgment that other gods and the castle residents at least would recognize.

"You swear you meant no physical or mental harm to anyone?" Harry asked having heard Kyla tell her story.

"I swear." She said defeatedly.

"Kal-El, sometimes it falls to us to sit in judgement over others. I don't expect it to be a common occurrence for many centuries, but this will be a good time to start." Harry told his Apprentice.

Clark just swallowed. "I'm not sure I should be a part of this. This specific situation, I mean."

"Why?" Harry asked neutrally.

Clark's mouth opened and closed but he couldn't figure out how to phrase it.

"Speak plainly Kal-El. Honesty should be applauded." Scott spoke up.

The castle residents and Clark were the only ones other than Kyla present in the living room. Martha and Jonathan had been asked to leave and had respectfully done so. Lex hadn't been over and Lana had excused herself with the Triplets to keep her company.

Clark sighed and gathered his courage. "I am attracted to Kyla Willowbrook and I might not be able to be impartial."

Both Kyla and Clark were blushing at this.

Harry just nodded. "I will help you maintain your impartiality." He assured him. "Come, we will go somewhere more private to deliberate."

"I offer the island of Themiscyra." Amara stood and bowed.


"Does Harry often do this sort of thing?" Lana asked as she sat with the Cuckoos in her room. They were getting ready for bed and talking whilst Kyla sat under Harry and Clark's judgement.

"Apparently he used to in his birth world. But in our world he acted as more of an executioner for immortals and those considered invulnerable." Phoebe answered.

"You mean the ones who committed crimes, right?"

"Yes, although there were some who were not true immortals, like Emma. Their bodies could live forever but their souls would succumb to a natural madness. Harry was the only one who could help them move on to the other side."

Lana nodded. The others had often spoken about the fact that there were very few true immortals. That despite the fact that Harry could keep her body young and alive forever her soul would deteriorate after four to five thousand years, maybe less.

"Of course he was often called to preside over cases between the gods." Mindee said. "Much like with the Thor of this world and our Thor."

"I'm going to miss Loki when they leave." Celeste sighed. "And losing Thor to look at will break my heart."

Phoebe just rolled her eyes. There were times when the Cuckoos couldn't even understand themselves.

"The important thing about this for Clark is that Kyla is a potential soul mate." Phoebe said.

Lana's blood ran cold at that. Her heartbeat quickened and a sheen of sweat covered her body. She knew Clark would find someone else; it was the very reason she broke up with him. But to realise it would happen so soon… she didn't know if she was ready.

"You're thinking very loud." Mindee winced with her sisters.

Lana blushed. "I can't help it. I just don't know what to do." She felt like crying.

Sensing this, Celeste crawled onto the bed next to Lana and pulled her into a hug. "Clark having a soul mate is inevitable. You knew that, we made that clear. But you said you weren't sure you could share him. This is your chance to get to know one of his potential soul mates. See if maybe you can change."

"You will always be Clark's first love." Mindee told her.


"Princess Diana, it's good to see you." Harry greeted the young Amazon with a smile.

"Lord Death." She said with a bow. "And Lord Kal-El."

"Unfortunately Kal-El and I require somewhere private to discuss a matter of some importance. Queen Amara suggested we might find some place here."

"Of course." She said. "If you will follow me."

She led the two powerful beings down several hallways before stopping in front of two double doors with a pair of guards outside. "This is the war room. It has not been used as such for many centuries, I am told. I have only ever seen it used as a meeting place."

"Princess, is it wise to allow stranger… male strangers into somewhere so important?" One of the guards asked respectfully.

"This is Queen Amara's husband, Harry and the Norse God of Thunder, Kal-El. Harry is the Aspect known as Death and Aphrodite herself calls him her equal." Diana explained.

"My apologies My Lords." The guard said as they both bowed.

"It's not a problem. You meant no insult and I will infer none."

"Likewise." Clark smiled at the guards.

The guards opened the doors for the trio and Diana ushered them in.

"May I have a meal prepared and some drinks for you?" Diana offered as she stood at the door.

"Thank you, but not today. Hopefully we shall not be long. We will come and find you when we are finished to say farewell." Harry smiled at her.

Diana bowed and backed out of the room, closing the door.

"I still can't believe you have to marry her." Clark breathed once they were alone. "You barely see one another, she hardly looks you in the eye even!"

"Clark, we have an eternity. She isn't even eighteen yet. She needs time to get past the fact that I outrank the goddesses, then we can start to converse and get to know each other." Harry explained.

"It just seems a bit… surreal to me."

"Yes, well… speaking of soul mates. Did Aphrodite mention that Kyla has the potential to be one of yours?" Harry asked apprehensively.

"Are you joking?" Clark asked seriously. It was often hard to tell with Harry.

"Not about this. Her soul is already reaching out to yours and yours is responding. It's a beautiful thing to watch."

"Is that why I am attracted to her?"

"It helps that she is pretty damned hot." Harry grinned.

"Then maybe I really shouldn't be a part of deciding her punishment." Clark pointed out a little annoyed.

"No, this means that your first case will be quite hard for you. Hopefully the next one will be easier. Standing judgement over friends and family is always hard. I want you to do so for this case, but I may never ask you to have to do it again."

"I hope none of my friends or family would do something that means I'd have to!"

"I'll remind you that I could have asked you to sit in judgement over Chloe for what she did to you."

"I was the victim though."

"Which would have been another decent test." Harry nodded. "Now, let's get down to the matter at hand. What are your thoughts on Kyla's confession, guilt and punishment?"

Clark sat down at the stone conference table and sat there thoughtfully. He knew Harry wouldn't disturb him or rush him.

After a few moments he began to speak.

"Based on the evidence and confession, what would be the standard sentence in America?"

"First Degree Murder."

Clark looked horrified.

"It's felony murder. She was committing vandalism, which is a felony, and a death occurred during the act. Now she wouldn't get the death penalty as there was no intent, but the law is fairly clear on felony murders." Harry explained.

"But it was an accident! She went there at night when the place was supposed to be empty." Clark argued.

"She did. But ask yourself this: She was working in the dark, what if she had caused damage that might have killed someone the following day or even that night if the fire department responded?"

Clark nodded, but scowled all the same. It hardly seemed fair.

"There has to be a better way. Some middle ground?" He asked.

"We are the middle ground, Clark." Harry said as he sat down opposite Clark. "The difference between me and the judicial system of the United States and the rest of the world is that I can read the intent and honesty of a person.

"Kyla's soul is stained with grief, not evil, because of killing. She told us the truth about her intent. I fully agree that the recommended punishment doesn't match up with her crimes. Our job is to determine how we can see justice done."

Clark sighed and leaned back in his chair. Although the crime wasn't worthy of what the courts might say, she had caused the death of a man and Clark couldn't fool himself into believing anything less than jail time was warranted.

"Ok, is it true that the vandalism is a lesser crime than say, causing an accidental death?" Clark asked as he sat forward again.

Harry just nodded.

"What if we ignore the vandalism and just focus on the fact that she caused someone to die, and that it was unintentional?"

"Reckless Homicide. Involves around two to seven years jail time and a possible fine." Harry answered automatically.

Things were beginning to look a bit brighter for Clark; he now had a more reasonable timeframe to work with.

"Right, now what about the intent to commit a crime?"

"The difference would be that a person arrested for drunk driving knows it is illegal to do so and could hurt someone. Kyla knew it was wrong to commit vandalism but at the same time she took every reasonable precaution. Drunks can't take reasonable precautions because the alcohol precludes reason. They also know this before they drink and drive."

"That doesn't sound very different though."

"It's a nuance, some might call it semantics but there is a reason why we don't abide by a strict set of rules, Clark. We take every case and apply what we believe to be justice."

"What if we're wrong?" Clark asked worriedly.

"Then we do our damndest to correct our mistake." Harry said firmly. "Now, based on the information, do you have a sentence?"

"One last question: Did the foreman have any family?"

"An ex-wife, we won't be considering her though. Nasty piece of work." Harry grimaced.

Clark nodded and laid out his thoughts in his mind before speaking.

"There is no one to pay a fine to. But she did get a man killed through reckless means even though she took every precaution. But a man still died and pretty horrifically at that.

"Two to three years imprisonment with some sort of community service as probation afterwards for at least a year." Clark said quickly wanting to get it out.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked.

"Five years seems harsh under the circumstances. If she had been doing the vandalism because she enjoyed it I would say more than five years, but she was trying to save her heritage."

Harry gave a single nod. "Ok, let's go and say goodbye to Diana."


It was almost ten o'clock at night when Clark and Harry returned to the castle.

"Is she catatonic?" Clark asked.

Kyla was sitting there with her eyes open, unmoving.

"No, I put her in stasis so she wouldn't have to sit there worrying." Jean explained.

She stepped forward and waved a hand.

Kyla blinked, from her point of view Jean had suddenly moved and Harry and Clark had appeared from nowhere.

"What happened?"

"Just like I said, you'd never realise it had happened." Jean said with a smile.

"You made your decision?" She asked nervously.

"We have." Harry stated seriously. "Lord Kal-El came up with a suitable and well reasoned sentence. Two to three years imprisonment with community service afterwards."

Clark had his head bowed shamefully. He had condemned a possible friend and soul mate to prison.

"No… that's fair. I looked up what the courts would give me." Kyla said with some relief.

"It is fair." Harry agreed. "But for one important fact I withheld from Kal-El."

Both Clark and Kyla's heads shot up.

"You are still a minor, you are subject to the juvenile laws of the land. It is not something that we would always consider, often times we would apply a full adult sentence, but there are times when it is pertinent.

"The time period will be three years, during that time you will serve your sentence on the island of Themiscyra under the watch of the Amazons who will teach you what it means to be an Amazon. You will have no contact with the rest of the world.

"You won't be imprisoned in the traditional sense." Harry explained. "This is more like sending you off to camp. You will learn a lot whilst you are gone."

"How will we explain this to Grandfather?" She asked tearfully.

"We won't. When the time is done I will bring you back to this time and it will be as if you never left." Harry assured her.

"Time travel?" She couldn't help the awe in her voice.

"I seem to be getting better at it."

That caused a worried look.

"I have trouble returning to the exact time I left. I am always out by a few days." He explained.

"It won't affect you Kyla." Dani assured her. "The Harry in the future will bring you back so he will be the one who has the time issues when he returns to the future."

"But I'll be gone and nothing will have changed?"

"Exactly. You will be worked hard on the island and you won't be able to discuss your trip with anyone outside the castle. But you will have served a suitable sentence." Amara warned.

"When do we leave?"

"Now." Amara said as she placed a hand on Dani's shoulder and they vanished.

Clark was a little shocked. "She didn't get much of a warning."

"Consider it part of her punishment." Harry said. "Well, she should be back within- oh, here she is." He said as he saw himself and Kyla appear.

"She did well. Proved herself and earned her place amongst the Amazons." The future Harry, who always referred to himself as 'James', informed them.

"Nothing else to worry about?" Harry asked.

"Only that no one did a memory scan, she can't recall if there were any appointments or events she was supposed to deal with other than spending time with her family." James said sheepishly.

"Damn… it's been so long since we had to do this sort of thing. We didn't even realise it was a problem until Reed nearly blew up his building with that experiment he had forgotten to monitor." Harry said, annoyed with himself.

"It shouldn't be too hard to fake." Dani assured them. "If necessary we will have her make friends with the Triplets, one of them can follow her around and read people's minds to see if she was supposed to know or do something."

"Clark, why don't you drive Dani home." Scott suggested. "Use any of the cars, you know where the keys are."


Gabriel answered the door to find Harry Potter and his daughter standing there.

"Chloe!" He cried in relief as he pulled her into a hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too Daddy." She said as she began to cry.

"If you have any questions give me a call. Day or night." Harry told them both before he vanished on the spot.

Gabriel led Chloe inside and they both sat on the couch.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Tired." She laughed. "But I learnt a lot of neat tricks."

"Oh?"

"I can now kill, skin and cook a boar." She said proudly.

"Does that mean I can put camping back on the holiday list?" He asked hopefully.

"No. I spent a few days sleeping outside but most of the time we stayed indoors. All I can say is thank god they have some form of indoor plumbing!"

"What about your… lesson?" He asked tentatively, she had been sent there as punishment for invading Clark's privacy.

"I knew what I did was wrong the second they mentioned it." Chloe admitted. "I had simply forgotten about it in the wake of Harry and Clark's revelations. I know I shouldn't have done it in the first place… but… well, Amara said they knew I had learnt my lesson already. The punishment was mainly to reinforce the lesson and give some justice to Clark, I did nearly rip him from his family."

"Did they tell you about your mother?" He asked quietly.

"They told me everything, Dad." She pulled him into a hug. "I owe her a big apology when I see her. What about you? You know this means she still loved you."

"It's hard. Dr. Grey says she is currently catatonic. She is due to be moved to Metropolis from Edge City this week. We can visit her more easily then."

"I've seen them do some impressive stuff, Dad. If anyone can help her, it's Harry and his family."


The drive to Granville was about forty-five minutes.

Kyla may now have been three years older but Clark was also at least a year older. Both had been told at some point that they really didn't count the time spent outside of their normal time as part of their age. It was just too annoying to try and explain. So they were both considered fifteen years old. They were respected by those they knew as a seventeen year old and eighteen year old as they should be.

The person it really benefited was Harry, who was closer to twenty-five million years these days thanks to numerous time-travel adventures.

Forty-five minutes alone for two teenagers who knew they might be soul mates boiled down to one word: Awkward.

The first few minutes were spent in Awkward Silence.

Then began the tentative Awkward Conversation.

"So… how was Themiscyra?" Clark asked.

"It was nice… there were a few scary moments I think, you were there for them." She frowned in thought.

"You don't remember?"

"Harry removed those memories so I couldn't tell anyone about them. I wasn't allowed to see you or Harry at all during my time there. Or Princess Diana and your friend Chloe. In fact, I'm not allowed back to the island until after my three years have passed this time round." She said sadly.

"You really enjoyed it there?" Clark asked slightly surprised.

Kyla smiled fondly. "I made a lot of friends, I am an Amazon now. They performed a ritual and the goddess Aphrodite granted me the gifts of the Amazons."

"Oh… when did that happen?"

"About a year ago. For me that is."

They sat in silence for a few more minutes.

"So we're soul mates?" Kyla suddenly said.

"Potential soul mates." Clark corrected uncomfortably. "We have the potential but the process started already, according to Harry."

"Do we need to start dating?"

"Eventually we can." Clark said quietly.

"Eventually?" She asked slightly hurt.

"Kyla, for you it's been three years. For me, I found out less than hour ago that you got a man killed, less than half an hour ago I had to decide your punishment myself.

"I'm going to need a bit of time to deal with this."

Kyla nodded sadly. She could still remember how bad she felt three years ago her time.

"There is something else that you need to think about." Clark said nervously. "You aren't my only potential soul mate according to Harry and Aphrodite."

"Oh… so… you have a choice?" She asked in disappointment.

"Not a choice, you have to decide if you can handle being one of many." Clark took a deep breath. "I still love Lana Lang, but she broke up with me because she found out that at some point I will have many girlfriends at the same time like Harry and Coach Summers. She doesn't think she can share me. But neither you nor I will have a choice in the matter."

"Oh!" She was now very shocked.

"Yeah, 'oh'."

"Maybe you're right, we should both take some time." She agreed slowly.

"Yeah… I hate being right."

"It might not be as bad as you think Clark. You are Naman after all, and a god. Maybe this is the way things should be."

"Thor only has one wife. Loki has no one, Odin has one."

"Queen Amara says that you are Harry's Apprentice, he has many, I think you need to compare yourself to him." Kyla said.

"Harry is not an easy man to measure up to. I don't even think it's possible."

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't try."