Two week had passed since Batman had discovered the deterioration in Conner. Not long after that they informed the rest of The League and Team. Both took the news hard though it was clear the Team took it harder. Now Batman worked round the clock to find away to save the youngest member of the team. Despite his best efforts he was still coming up empty handed, and he was running out of time. Two weeks had past and he still wasn't making any progress. Conner condition was deteriorating rapidly and he wouldn't last much longer. The computer estimated Conner's remaining time to be two weeks at most before his body would fail.

The Dark Knight leaned back in his chair as he rubbed a hand over his face. He was exhausted he hadn't slept in day. He was running out of ideas and patience when he heard the computer send out and alert. At first he didn't want to look, every simulated formulation had turn up to be a failure but somewhere deep down told him to. Batman turned his eyes up at the halo displays to see the words in big bold letters:

"Cure Found"

10 Days Earlier

The sun up and Clark could hear the blaring sound of his alarm clock. It was seven-thirty in the morning and though he was still tired he knew he had to get up. The Team had volunteer to watch Conner while he was at work. Well more like demanded to watch him, but then again how could he say no. After they had told them what was happening to Conner it had taken two hours before he was able take him home. They didn't want Conner to leave their sights anymore than necessary. He didn't mind however that the team would be the ones watching his son. They knew what was going and knew who to call if something were to happen. Then of course there was the matter of telling Conner was happening altogether. Neither him nor Batman were sure he would be able to understand what was happening, but they still had to at least try to explain what was happening. He had given it a great deal of though over the past four day and had come to the conclusion to at least try that night.

Clark walk into Conner's room to wake him up. It was no surprise to see that he was still asleep. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed before gently shaking his shoulder.

"Hey buddy its time to wake up," nothing "Conner, Conner wake up," Clarks eyes widen with fear as for the first time he noticed he couldn't hear Conner's heart beat as clearly. He moved a hand to feel his son's forehead to find that he was burning up. Now Clark was in a panic as he scrambled to find his com link.

"Batman," Clark spoke through the com link trying his best to remain Calm.

"What is it," The Dark Knight seemed to growl through the link.

"Its Conner," Clark exclaim.

"What's wrong," this time there was more concern in his voice when he spoke.

"He won't wake up, his heart rate is down, and he is burning up," Clark listed the things that were wrong to his friend.

"Get him to the med bay at the watch tower, and I'll meet you there," Batman said after a moment before cutting the link.

Clark didn't waste time getting his son to the watch tower. He had arrived just a few moments after Batman. Who instructed him to lay the boy on one of the beds before he ushering him out of the room. He wouldn't allow him to stay with Conner while he examined him. Clark now Superman had decided to use the time he had to wait to in form the team that Conner wouldn't be there today.

When Superman finally called them they had asked what had happen, but Superman gave no answer simply for the fact he had none to give. Until Batman finished his examination he could only guess what was happening to his son.

It was a full hour before Batman emerged from the room.

"Well," Superman asked.

"The rate of deterioration has increased. At the moment it has placed a great deal of strain on his bodies systems. He needs the stabilizing agent soon if there is any chance for him to recover." Superman remained silent as listened to Batman speak. When he heard the mention of the stabilizer his heart sunk a notch. He knew that Batman nor Atom were not anywhere close to find one that would work.

"How long can he hold on like this," Superman ask knowing he wouldn't like the answer.

"Three, four weeks at most," there was an air of uncertainly as he hesitated to say the next part "but considering his physical age I doubt he'll make it pass three if he makes it that long."

"Can I see him," Superman asked not wanting to process the latest information. Batman nodded stepping aside to allow Superman to enter his son's room.

When he walk into the room Superman almost lost himself. He could barely recognize his son as he took in account the many tubes and wire that were attached in various places. The color had drained from his face leaving him extremely pale. His hair clung to his forehead in clumps. Superman tried to think back to the previous night when Conner seem to bounce off the wall. Nothing in how he acted or behave was out of character for the toddler. He was his bright happy self less than ten hours and now he was a ghost.

After two week of keeping a constant vigil was starting to wear heavy against to the man of steel. There had been a few moment when Conner had woken up for a few minutes, but he had been too weak to say more than a word or two. The first time he had woken up he had been confused and scared. It had taken several minute to calm him down enough to where he could go back to sleep.

There had been a few times when other members of the league had stopped by, but they didn't stay longer than a few minutes. The team had also stopped by to see how Conner was doing they stayed longer though depending on who it was they would leave teary eyed. It was hard to see him in this condition.

Superman leaned back in his chair as he closed his eyes. He needed sleep but couldn't. The door open and close but he didn't look up not really wanting to see another worried face of teammate.

"Superman." He looked up at the sound of Batman's voice. Superman was a little surprise to see the Dark Knight at first before he noticed a slight smile.

"Well," he asked hoping that the Dark Knight had some form of good news.

"We've finally found the stabilizing agent. At the moment Atom is synthesizing it no and should be ready within the hour." There were no words to express how Superman felt at that moment. For the first time in two weeks there was hope. Batman took this as his cue to leave. There would be time for questions later.

Superman stood a little off from his son's bed. The stabilizer had worked by stopping any further deterioration. However that still was only part of the problem. At the time the stabilizer was finally given Conner's body had been dangerously close to failing. When it became clear that the damage had been to great for his body to recover from on its. Batman and Captain Atom had programmed nanites to add in the process. It would take time but they would be able to eventually repair the damage enough to where Conner's body could take over. In the mean time they had to Keep him alive.

"Superman," a voice called to him "you need to get some sleep." The man of steel looked up to see Canary standing in the doorway. Where had she come from and how long had she been standing there.

"I know," Superman said after a moment.

"Then why don't you. You know if something were to happen you would be informed immediately," Canary asked having an idea what his answer would be already.

"I can't leave him alone," was Superman's answer.

"Superman, Clark I know you want to be there for him, but really what can you do for him now that isn't already being done," Canary's voice was soft and gentle "go get some sleep if something happen then we come get you. There is nothing more you can do for Conner at the moment." Superman heard the sincerity and reason in her voice. He knew she was right and was about to answer. Only to be stopped by the sound of Conner's monitors going haywire.

Doctors rushed into the room before either Canary or Superman could do anything. They began at once to trying to return the boy's vitals to normal, but were having no such luck. Conner had finally reached his breaking point as the monitors continued to report on his failing condition.

Superman stood by the door refusing to leave. One of the nurses and Canary had tried to get him to leave but he had refused. When it had became clear that there was no force in existence that could move him they gave up. The nurse back to help where she could and Canary stood by him and watched as the doctors and nurses tried to stabilize Conner. Superman watch helplessly as every attempt that was made failed until at last the rapid beeping of the monitors was still to a constant humming sound indicating his heart had stopped. Now the doctors were in a panic as the frantically tried to restart Conner's heart. Both Superman and Canary watched as one doctor began CPR while another ready the defibrillator. Superman vaguely heard him call out 'Clear' before his son's body ached from the electricity as it was shot through him. He watched for several minutes as they repeated the sequence. Until finally he was broken from the trance when one of the doctors spoke.

"Call it,"

"Time of death 10:58pm."

Author's Note:

Please read and review. This chapter was so far the hardest one for me to write, and I'm not entirely happy so I am really open to feed back on this chapter. Not sure when I'll get the next on up but I promise you this is not the end there will be at least one more if not two more chapters to come.