Author's note: This is not beta'd at all. There might be mistakes all over the place. Please forgive me. I haven't updated in a while and this was just sitting around. I added to what I had because this story has part of how I feel toward's my biological father. It's really hard trying to place feelings with out getting truly upset. This story will not end on a happy note.

Conner landed in front of the Oakwood's place. As he walked up to the front door he felt that something was amiss. Usually the television in the living room is on and he could hear Mr. Oakwood low key mumbling about how much he hates the shows on now a days. Also Mrs. Oakwood usually is humming a song. All Conner could hear was her in the kitchen. Entering the house slowly he made sure the door closed with a quiet 'click'.

"Sonny, you're home." Mr. Oakwood looked up from his paper. "Your mother wants to speak to you in the kitchen."

Conner gulped. Did he do something wrong? Did they not want him any more? His heart was not ready for this rejection. His worry must have shown on his face.

"Conner you did nothing wrong. You're not in trouble, go on in. Trust me. If you did I'd tell you to run in the other direction."

That made conner smile. The worrying stopped but he was curious to see what Mr.s Oakwood wanted to talk about. He knows she dislikes when he floats in the house but he needed to. Just a bit. Hovering above the floor, Conner floated into the kitchen. Mrs. Oakwood noticed that her adopted son was slightly taller than usual. Once she noticed what he was doing she glared at him. "Boy, I should have you scrub the ceilings."

"Awe, come on Ma! Just this once and I'm not that far off of the ground." Conner pointed down to the ground.

"Take your shoes off then, and your feet better not stink!" Ma pointed at his feet with a spoon.

Chuckling he went over to the back door and took off his boots. He gave a sniff. Thinking he was going to catch a faint smell of sweat but he didn't. Another scent caught his attention. Sniffing again he traced it back to where Mrs. Oakwood was standing. That scent was familiar to him. It was almost like his but stronger. Alien. Kryptonian. Conner's eyes flashed with rage. Gritting his teeth he went back over to Mrs Oakwood. Arms folded against his chest.

"Before you get all upset. Sit down and listen." She pointed to a chair. The same chair that held Superman's scent. Conner scoffed and sat down in the chair that was beside it. "He came here asking about you."

"Well, why?"

"I don't exactly know why. I invited him to dinner on Monday." Mrs. Oakwood braced herself. She knew that Conner was going to freak out.

"Ma, no! He can not come into this home! He'll try to take you and pops from me like he took everything else!" Conner was trying to hold back the tears and refrain from having a melt down.

Mrs. Oakwood walked over to Conner and kissed his temple. "He could never replace you. Don't get yourself worked up over this."

"It can't be helped." he sniffled. He worked so hard to keep Superman out of his life the last few months.

"The reason why I'm doing this is so you can bring peace to yourself. From what you told me you two didn't really talk. You just ended it."

"I've brought peace to myself without talking to that big fucking jerk." Conner was being stubborn. He ended up getting swatted at.

"Watch your language while you are in this house. I'll put a bar of soap in your mouth." Mrs. Oakwood warned. "You never know if something good will come out from talking to him."

"Right." The teen rolled his eyes.

"Okay Moody Judy. Go get washed up for dinner." she shooed him out of the kitchen.

Conner floated up the stairs and to the linen closet. He pulled out fresh towels, angrily. He slammed the closet door shut and stomped his way into the bathroom. Throwing the towels down onto the sink he leaned against the wall. Why did Superman have to come and show his face around here? He should have went and taken his boy scout self and saved a cat that was stuck in a tree. Conner felt like punching something. He raised his fist to hit the mirror but he stopped once he seen his reflection. This is the reason why superman probably did not want him. Because of his anger. The destruction that he could cause just because he has gotten mad because of something so tiny. He dropped his arm down to his side. He'll show that smug bastard that he doesn't need him any more. Ever since that time he left the team and the JL satellite he did not need him. Won't need him. Will refuse to need him. He'll be better than Superman. Clark Kent...Kal-El. Hopping in the shower he scrubbed himself raw. It helped with his anger. He simmered down tremendously and was fine by the time he had gotten dressed and was on his way down to dinner.

Conner smelled the delicious meal that Mrs. Oakwood had taken time to make. Baked chicken, mac n cheese with mixed veggies. Mmmm….he rubbed his belly as he walked into the dining room. He took the seat that faced the window. He liked looking outside while he ate.

"Tell us about your day after graduation?" Mr. Oakwood asked him.

"It was great actually. We went to get Milkshakes and then played frisbee in the park." Conner spoke while he cut into the meat.

"How did it feel seeing them again?"

"It felt great. We all had a heart to heart. They were upset but they gradually got over it and they want me to rejoin the team."

"Will you?"

"Hmm….I don't know….since….." Conner tapped his chest.

"Ah, the superboy thing. Maybe after monday all that will change."

Clark sat up dreading the rest of the day. He had slept well off into the afternoon and the lady of the Oakwood house expected him to be at dinner. He dropped his head into his hands. He had stayed in bed until two. Perry reluctantly gave him the day off. He told his boss he had a family matter that needed to be tended to. With his head in his hands he listened to the world around him. The cars honking and excelling...the sounds of brakes and blinkers. Then other machinery working in metropolis. Their gears turning. Then the voices of the people on this planet flooded his ears. Breathing, talking, coughing, screaming. He picked up on a distinct heartbeat. Almost exactly like his. Strong and loud. Clark listened to it for minutes, it was his sons. Sighing he tried to block it out. He couldn't call Conner his son just yet. Or ever depending on how this dinner goes.

Jumping into the shower he cleaned up nicely. He thought about what he was going to say. Conner could be a stubborn bull sometimes, just like him.

Like Father, Like son.

That made Clark smirk. Getting dressed was the easiest part of this day. Jeans, a nice pair of shoes and a dress shirt. Taking a deep breath he looked at the clock, 3:45. Okay just two more slow agonizing hours until he needed to be there.

What if he arrived late? Would that dampen his chances of getting back into Conner's life? maybe he should arrive early. What counts as early, ten, twenty minutes? How about two damn hours. No that's just showing how desperate he is.

An hour.

He'll leave in the next fifteen minutes. He could help Mrs. Oakwood with dinner and possibly talk to Conner. Pacing around Clark made sure he had his wallet, cell phone, and keys. Floating quickly out of the apartment window he closed it and hurried back to Gotham. The Kryptonian landed a block away from the Oakwood's place. Taking his time he made it up to the front door and knocked.

"Come on in" Opening the front door Clark headed in to see Mr. Oakwood. "You're here early."

" I thought i could help with dinner preparations." Mr. Oakwood told him that they were in the kitchen. he listened in and heard three voices. Who was the third voice? Before he could open his mouth to ask Mr. Oakwood answered.

"Some green girl by the name M'gann came to visit. She's not staying for dinner."

"I would not mind if she did." Deep down he would have.

"The wife does not want her to. Says she's a distraction." There was a small shrug of his shoulders.

"M'gann has liked Conner for a long time. I'm surprised he is not with her."

"he may have reasons." Mr. Oakwood motioned for Clark to follow him into the kitchen.

"Bake it for thirty minutes". Sound of an oven closing. "Now we must wait."

Mr. Oakwood knocked on the kitchen wall. "Honey our dinner guest has arrived."

Mrs. Oakwood looked over to see Clark standing there with her husband. "Conner show your friend to the door. Conner stared at M'gann and then walked her to the front door. She was standing awfully close and he could not bare the contact. He stepped to the side once he opened the front door and said his goodbye's. He knew that she had feelings for him but Conner held no feelings to reciprocate. He walked back to the kitchen, staring Clark down as he did. "Kent….."

Clark could hear hostility in Conner's voice. "Hello Conner. It's nice to see you."

"I'm afraid I can't say the same thing about you." Conner folded his arms against his chest.

"Now now Conner. That is not the right way to treat our dinner guest." The little old lady smacked him with a hand towel. "You two set the table."

Clark used his x-ray vision to find the plates and cups while Conner got out the silverware and ice tea from the fridge. Conner made sure to stay on one side of the table while Clark was on the other. Their hands accidentally bumped while setting the table. Conner yanked his hand back and looked over at Clark. He gave the younger male a small smile. That made Conner turn his head in disgust. "...Why are you even here?"

"To make things right." Clark was stalling for time so they could talk. He was pushing the plate slightly on and off center.

"Isn't it a bit too late? You did not want me around why are you trying now?" Conner balled one of his hands into a fist. The strong urge to lunge out and punch Clark in the face was strong.

"I wasn't ready for that type of responsibility Conner. You were tossed at me like a ball and i was not ready to catch it." Clark sounded as if he were pleading for Conner to understand.

"Wow and this is coming from the world's biggest fucking boy scout! Aren't you suppose to be ready for anything heading your way? You can save the planet on a daily basis but you can't even help take care of a kid who can't seem to find their place in this world? I needed you! I needed your guidance and you kept it away from me. One person who I wanted to look up to. Needed to look up to and you avoided me like the plague!"

"I know Conner I'm sorry! I'm-" Clark was cut off.

"I don't accept your shitty apology!" Conner stormed out of the house and flew off. He felt the tears staining his cheeks. He headed to the one place he could always find peace in. Wayne Manor.

Clark watched as Conner flew off. His shoulders slumped. He was defeated. Is this how Conner felt all these years? He was finally getting a taste of his own medicine and boy did it sting. His clone had to deal with this pain because he was being a stubborn asshole. "I'm….going to head home." Clark went to the front door and flew home. Maybe getting back into Conner's life was a bad decision. He, after all, did make it a living hell for him.

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