So, when I posted this story I made an error. I skipped a chapter. As a result, the numbering is off. So, I am going to post what should have been chapter 5 and what was chapter 5 in the same chapter. That way I do not have to majorly redo everything. Sorry for the inconvenience.

I headed home a minute later. I could have gone faster, but I had the most precious cargo with me. I would not risk my daughter's health and safety by going faster. Not that mattered much. Martha was enjoying every second. It was funny how easy it was to entertain her. It was kind of endearing. That would not always stay that way, but for now I would take it. I had to enjoy these moments before she got too big to tolerate her 'old man' or became easily bored like her mother. She was precious. She belonged with her family and that was where she was going to stay. No one was going to take her away again.

Lois was on the balcony, waiting. God, she looked awful. I wondered if she slept at all last night. No, I suppose she didn't. Then again neither did I but I can take it. A day or two of little to no rest will not really hurt me. It will wreak havoc on Lois. She really should have slept last night. I could argue with her but that would not change a thing. She will still be up all night worrying about us. It was part of who she was.

I landed softly nearby. Then I let our daughter go. She dropped down then ran towards Lois. She kneeled down and opened her arms wide.

"Martha!" Lois cried happily. "You're okay!"

Martha hugged her mother then started to cry. "Ma, Ma, Mommie!"

Lois pulled her in tight. "Oh honey, you must have been so scared."

"I was. I wanted you and Daddy but they wouldn't get you. They just said mean things and locked me up! I thought that I would never get out!"

Lois pulled her away. She tried to dry our daughter's tears with her sleeve. "Well, you're safe now. That's what matters. I'm sure that your father has taken care of these SOBs. That way they never bother you again." She dared me to contradict her. "Hasn't he?"

I scratched my head. "Not yet."

She arched her eyebrow, "Not yet?" There was an edge to her voice that I did not like. Lois was angry at me and was trying to hide it from our daughter. As soon as Martha was gone I was going to hear it.

"I will Lois. I'm not going to let someone hurt our daughter again. I will find them."

Lois shifted her attention back towards our daughter. "Martha, your Pa is going to take care of everything, okay?" Our daughter nodded. "Good, now why don't you head to bed? I need to talk to your Pa alone for a bit, okay? Don't worry, I'll be in as soon as I finish."

"Okay. I love you mommie."

Lois kissed her on the forehead. "I love you too. Now go."

Once Martha was gone she stood up. "Before we go any further, I need to know: Is she alright? Did they do anything to her? Did they implant anything?"

I shook my head. "No, I've checked and double-checked. I can't see anything. I'll do a full-body scan tomorrow at the fortress to be absolutely sure. Don't worry Lois, I'm not leaving this to chance."

She closed her eyes and breathed out a sigh. "That's a relief." She reopened her eyes. "I'm sorry that I'm giving you a hard time but it's our little girl that we're talking about. I wanna . . ."

"Make sure that they don't touch her again?" I finished for her. "Lois, I couldn't agree more. I will not fail her again. I will protect our daughter."

"I know."

I was silent for a moment. I knew that I had to tell her about Superboy and the Young Justice team. I did not like talking about my clone. It made me uncomfortable and on edge. Still, Lois had every right to know who saved our daughter. It was him, not me. I hated being in my clone's debt. Yet, I was. I could not ignore it. I would have to repay him in some way. I wasn't sure how but I would do it. Regardless of how I felt. I owed him. Just as I owed Lois the truth. I just didn't want to have this conversation again. I was tired and stressed enough as is. The last thing that I wanted to do was argue about the boy. But I had little choice. She had to know.

"Lois, there is something that you should know."

That got her attention. "What is it?"

"I didn't rescue Martha. Superboy did."

I explained to her what I knew. Which admittedly was not much. She was in a lab somewhere far away from Metropolis. Which was why I didn't find her. Superboy found her there. I am guessing by accident. Then he rescued her. That was it. It wasn't much, but she deserved to hear it from me.

"I see. So you don't know where she was or who took her." I shook my head sadly. "Well, then you better find it. Talk to Superboy. Find out what he knows. Clark, I know that this is going to make you uncomfortable but I don't care. Not when our baby is involved. Her safety is worth some discomfort."

"I know."

"Good." Her tone softened. "Who knows, maybe you'll find that the boy isn't so bad after all."

"Lois . . ." I pleaded.

"Fine, Fine. I know how touchy you are on the subject. I'll drop it. Just stop blaming the boy, okay? It's not his fault that this happened."

"I know that!" I growled.

She gave me a funny look. "Do you?"

With that, she went inside. She did not say another word. Part of me wanted to follow. The other part wanted to get as far away from Lois as I could. I didn't want to deal with her right now and I think that the feeling was mutual. Perhaps, it was best to go find Superboy and find out what he knows.

I went home to find an empty facility. Apparently, everyone was out on a mission. Leaving me to deal with my problems on my own. Or sulk like Batman as Robin would say. Either way I honestly didn't care. I wanted to be left alone. So I sat alone for a few minutes in the dark. I did want to do anything or say anything. Just sit and think about what just happened.

What the hell was his problem? I saved his god-dammed daughter! Doesn't that mean anything to him? Why does he treat me like a stranger? Now I think about it, he treats me worse than a stranger. He treats me like I'm going to inflect him or something. Which is stupid. How can someone like him be so dumb?

I almost did not notice his approach until it was too late. When you see him on tv he is always punching stuff out and making stuff blow up. You would never realize how quiet Superman could be if he wanted to be. Even I would have a hard time picking him up. Still, I decided to pretend that I didn't hear him. He deserved to see what he did to me. So, remained absolutely still until he spoke.

"Superboy." He said awkwardly. "We need to talk."

I continued not to look at him. "About what? About the kidnapping or how you want nothing to do with me?"

There was an awkward silence as he tried to come up with an answer. Finally, he said. "Look, I get it. You're angry at me. You want me to be a father-figure to you. And I'm sorry I can't do that."

"You are my father!" I yelled at him.

He shook his head. "I know that it feels that way to you, but I'm not your father. My DNA was stolen, not given. The scientist who created you is your father, not me."

I looked away. What would Robin call it? Yes, he was splitting hairs. Yes, technically Superman did not choose to create me. Cadmus did that. They wanted a Superman that they could control. They didn't care about my wellbeing. Just as Superman did not care about mine. It was very frustrating.

"You both suck." I grumbled.

He shifted uncomfortably but did not respond to my comment. Finally, he said. "Anyway, that's not why I'm here."

I cut him off. "You're here about the brat."

That definitely hit home. He raised his eyebrow and breathed out slowly. "Yes, I'm here about my daughter." His tone was even and measured. "And I ask you to not speak about her that way. Whatever your feelings are toward me are fine, but just don't take it out on her. Got it?"

I had never seen superman angry before. I didn't think that it was possible. I didn't know that it was that easy to do. Apparently, insulting his family was a good way to set him off. I suppose that is kind of like me. I care about my team. If someone was to mess with them I would be very angry. It was something that we had in common. For some reason that made me feel better.

"Got it." I said.

He sighed, "Sorry, it seems that we've gotten off on the wrong foot. Let me start again: I'm looking for the ones who took Martha. I need to figure out who they are; why they took her; and how much do they know. You found her, right?"

"Yes, I did."

"Where were you at the time?"

"Somewhere in Panama. We were tracking down rumors that Cadmus was doing it's genetic research again."

Superman seemed to pale at that. "She was in a Cadmus facility in Panama?l What the hell?" He looked away for a minute or two. He seemed lost in thought. Finally, he looked at me again, "Could you lead me back at the facility?"

"Not sure. We went by zetta tube. Not sure exactly where it was."

He seemed to be lost in thought again. "Maybe we can find the zetta tube that you used. Maybe they haven't dismantled it yet."

"Maybe, but it was Robin who operated it. He hacked into the system to get it to work. I didn't do anything."

"So, Robin was on the mission?" I nodded. "Then we don't need that transporter. If I know Batman as well as I think I do then he was tracking him the entire time. Trust me, the man has trust issues. Which normally is kind of annoying, but right now is kind of useful."

"If you say so."

"I do. Now, hang on a minute while I call him."

He talked for a few minutes on the comm. The comm was set to an annoyingly low level so I couldn't really pick up Batman's side of the conversation. However, what I can confirm is that Batman may in fact be a worse father than Superman. Unlike my father though Batman seems too involved in his kid's life. Does one need to know where Robin at every second of the day? Couldn't just let him be? But it seemed that so long as it helped Superman that it was fine. Not sure that like this kind of warped logic.

He ended his conversation then said. "The Facility is just outside of Santiago. Batman gave me the coordinates." He was about to leave then paused. Like he was rethinking something. "I could use a little back up on this one. Would you like to come?"

My father wanted me to come along on a mission! Of course I jumped at the chance. I was going to learn from the best. Maybe he would even be proud of me? Maybe not, but it was worth a try.

There is the correction. I hope that this helps things more understandable now.