Jonathan took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp air. It felt good to be back, Arundel was a big place, it had been used for scenes in the Harry Potter movies, and he remembered meeting Emma Watson once, that had been something. The flight had been fine, he'd slept through most of it, whilst Jaime had been awed by everything on offer, and Roy had flirted with someone or the other. And so far, since coming to Arundel things had been fine, if a little awkward at first. He took another breath, then turned around.

"Thanks for having us, Aunt Lucy, I know that you're quite busy with everything." Jonathan said.

Lucy Lane was tall, with black hair and brown eyes, she worked for some secret agency as far as he could tell, and having gone to school in England itself, she spoke with the poshest accent he'd ever heard. It made it hard for him to see her as someone who'd been arrested. "Not a problem, Jon, I wanted you and your friends to be as comfortable as could be. I know you're going to be travelling around Europe and staying in hostels, so it makes sense that you have some comfort before that."

Jonathan smiled. "I know Jaime and Roy really appreciate that." He paused seeing Roy and Sophie laughing, a slight sadness came over him at that. He couldn't remember the last time he and his cousin had laughed together.

"Yes, Sophie mentioned that your friends were interested in finding some sort of tomb?" Aunt Lucy mentioned.

Jonathan groaned. "Mum mentioned it, and now they're obsessed with it. Jaime likes mythical stuff, and Roy likes adventure, so I fear they're going to keep looking for it, and pestering everyone until they find it." His aunt grimaced and Jonathan apologised. "Sorry for that."

His aunt waved a hand dismissively. "It's fine, honestly I think it'll be good to see if they can find it. If I remember correctly, you almost did find it when you were here before, didn't you?"

Jonathan laughed. "I think I found something. Whether it was the actual burial ground or not I don't know." He paused then, remembering what had happened during that last visit, when his cousin had gotten married, the wedding had been in London and well, things had been very tense between him and Sophie during that period. "Aunt Lucy, I wanted to ask you something."

Before his aunt could respond there was a shout of joy, and Jonathan looked up to find Jaime holding something. "I think we've found something." His friend called out.

"Keep digging!" Jonathan called out, suspecting that they'd not actually found anything.

"What did you want to ask?" Aunt Lucy asked.

Jonathan ran a hand through his hair. "When you and my mum were growing up, how did you manage?" He sees his aunt frown, and elaborates. "I mean obviously, the general wasn't always there, but that's not what I mean."

"You want to know how we handled being our mother's daughters?" Aunt Lucy said.

"Yes." Jonathan said, glad for once that his aunt knew who his father actually was. "How did you deal with all the expectations that were on you? I know that no one other than close friends and family know that dad is superman, but there is an expectation. And I'm not sure how to handle it."

His aunt said nothing for a long time, during that time they saw Jaime appear again clutching the same thing as before, looking disappointed, whilst Roy and Sophie seemed to be getting on very well. Eventually, Aunt Lucy replied. "For a long time we didn't. Our mother was a powerful lady, a brave lady and someone we both admired. She set the bar very high, and well we often struggled to attain that same level. I know that for a time she didn't know what to do with us, and then of course she died. I think that's why both Lois and I, and myself in particular rebelled a lot when we were your age. We made the general's life very difficult, but in a way, it was good, because all of that got out of our systems early on." His aunt paused, looked at him and then continued. "Obviously neither of us had the sort of powers that you or Clark have, and that is something that I think you have to take into consideration. The people love your father, but they also I think fear him slightly, fear what he could do, or become. I think that he had a very good upbringing and that's why he's remained so stable, and Lois has helped. And I know they've both done their best by you, so, I think you have to ask yourself one thing Jonathan, what are you scared of?"

Jonathan thought about the question, he thought about what he'd read on the flight over, and what he'd read in the Fortress and then he said. "I'm terrified that having these abilities won't be enough." He found himself wondering why he was telling his aunt this and not his mother or father, then realised, it was exactly because she was his aunt that he was telling her this. "I feel like there's all of this expectation, that I've placed on myself mostly, and I don't know how to handle it. I want to study, but I want to be a hero. I want to help people. I have these powers; it seems stupid not to use them for good."

"Have you told your parents this?" his aunt asked.

Jonathan sighed. "I have, Dad's not always in favour of it. I mean I helped the Titans once or twice, and that was it. Mum never says anything about it."

Jaime, Roy and Sophie were making their way back over to them, their shoulders hunched, his aunt patted him on the back and said. "Give it time, they'll come around." Jonathan nodded and the five of them made their way back to the castle, where they had some food, got changed and then made their way over to the castle bar, a big complex with all sort of things on offer.

Jonathan knew he couldn't get drunk, he'd had a few beers with Jaime and Roy before, and whilst they'd gotten quite drunk, he'd been fine in the morning and during, never feeling anything. However, he didn't quite like the taste of beer, and didn't quite fancy drinking just now. So, whilst his cousin and friends got their drinks he asked for a coke. They took a table, and sat down. "So, you guys didn't find anything?" He asked.

Roy shook his head. "No, we thought we had, but someone seemed convinced that it was simply a piece of rock."

Sophie chuckled. "Well, it was, you can't deny that."

"It was more spear shaped than anything else, suggesting it might have been used by the Celtic tribes that inhabited this area." Roy said.

"Looked like a rock." Sophie insisted.

"Yeah, it was a rock." Roy agreed grinning.

Jonathan watched the interaction slightly annoyed, of course Roy would be hitting on Sophie, objectively she was good looking, or at least that was what both Jaime and Roy had told him, but she was also very smart. "There were some very interesting drawings on the cave though." Jaime added. "I think they were Celtic, or maybe Angle, either way they were very prominent and they showed something very interesting."

Jonathan suspected he knew what it was they showed, he'd seen it all around this place, Stonehenge and even the palaces, it was part of the reason he was stressed now. "And what did they show?"

"Drawings of a ship, a ship coming to land somewhere that looks a lot like Smallville." Jaime replied whispering. "But there was also writing, and this was in the language of the Angles. It said that the King was coming, the one to save the world, that he would be here very soon."

Jonathan shifted slightly. "So, you're telling me what, exactly, Jaime? That the Angles predicted my father's landing and that they're calling him a King?"

Jaime shook his head. "No, they were talking about your father's ship landing, but also about someone else. Someone came alongside him, or someone who came after him. The Angles were predicting something, and they got the date as well."

Jonathan was not really sure he liked where this was going, as if picking up on that, Roy gestured to his and Jaime's empty glasses and said. "Come on Jaime, let's get a refill."

Jaime nodded, and stood up and the two of them moved to the bar. As they waited for their drinks, Sophie spoke. "Jon, I, I wanted to apologise about last time."

Jonathan looked at his cousin and sighed. "I'm the one who should be apologising. I acted like a right dickhead, and said things which were not nice whatsoever. I know you didn't mean to do the things you did, and I know you were sorry."

"I know, it's just you were right. Connor was a dickhead, and I should have listened to you. I don't know why I didn't." Sophie replied.

"Because we were sixteen, Connor was a good-looking dude, who acted charming and nice. Who wouldn't fall for that?" Jonathan replied bitterly. He took a sip of his coke, and sighed. "But it's in the past now, so why dwell on it?"

Sophie nodded. "So, how are things between you and Mia?"

Jonathan didn't say anything for a moment then replied. "We split up."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. What happened?" Sophie asked.

"She cheated on me with Connor." Jonathan said simply.

"Ah." Sophie said.

"What about you? What's been going on with you? Congrats on getting into Cambridge by the way." Jonathan said to break the silence.

"Thanks." Sophie replied. "Well, I've been doing a lot of reading beforehand, they sent us a list on the first day of the summer break, saying what to read, and what to avoid. I spent a small fortune on books. I've also been talking to one Harrison Wells' interns, a Caitlin Snow."

"Oh?" Jonathan asked intrigued.

"Yeah, I got an email from Harrison Wells, suggesting I speak with his best intern to discuss the questions I had." Sophie said.

"And how have you found your discussions?" Jonathan asked, trying to keep his voice normal.

"Really helpful, she's got some very fascinating ideas about the quantum universe theory. And she's also got some very interesting proposals about the multiverse." Sophie said.

Jonathan smiled. That did sound like Caitlin. "Well, I'm pleased." He looked over at the bar, despite there being very few people actually at the thing, Roy and Jaime sure were taking their sweet time getting their drinks. He looked at Sophie and she grinned.

"I asked Carl to take a bit of time giving them their drinks. You know how it is, I don't want you Americans thinking we serve the nonsense you guys call beer." Sophie teased.

Jonathan laughed. "Hey, I've got dual citizenship, so ha."

Sophie grinned. "You know you're going to have to and see gran, right?"

Jonathan nodded. "I know."

"And you know she's going to talk about the exact same thing Jaime talked about." Sophie continued.

"I know." He replied.

"You're going to have to face it sooner rather than later." Sophie pressed.

"I know." Jonathan said. Then seeing the look on his cousin's face said. "Soph, I've known since the time I was thirteen that at some point I'm going to stop ageing, that at some point I'm going to outlive everyone I love, apart from my dad, and maybe mum if she so chooses. I've made my peace with that, but that doesn't mean I've made my peace with some fucking drawing that was written down thousands of years ago. And I don't want Jaime or Roy knowing about it."

Sophie looked as if she was about to protest, but then she nodded. "Fine." Jaime and Roy sat back down and they continued talking until the early hours. Jonathan returned to his room, took out his phone and sent a text to his dad. I think Jaime and Roy know.

There was nothing and then. It'll be okay.