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Chapter 4

A couple of weeks later Andrew was in the townhouse Oliver Queen had promised and nearly collapsed; he kept his promise and his room was bigger than his whole goddamned house when he was growing up, Harry's room was big too, almost too big for such a little boy.

Harry was kind of scared of his new room; it was big and lonely, his daddy would let him sleep with him, he felt better if he could get to his daddy quickly if he had nightmares.

One night, a couple of days later, Andrew had put Harry to bed and was reading some business reports Oliver had given him; they were personnel files on people that Oliver had told him that would be coming over often to talk to him in his offices or other places. Andrew sighed; he was under so much pressure when he heard Harry scream in terror, "Daddy!"

Andrew ran in and saw Harry flailing around in his nightmare, his teddy bear far away from him. "Harry," he said gently, "You're safe, Daddy's here."

Harry woke up and clung to Andrew, nuzzling him, "Daddy, it was the bad man, he was trying to hurt me again."

"What bad man?" Andrew whispered, "Was it the same man from before?"

Harry simply nodded leaving Andrew to hate Harry's birth parents even more, who knows what they treated him like. He pulled Harry close to him and whispered, "It's alright Harry, daddy won't let anyone hurt you."

"Really daddy?" Harry sobbed as he wouldn't let Andrew go.

Andrew smiled a bit and carried Harry out to the living room, he went over to the reports he was still reading when he heard some knocking on the door, he groaned out, "Who is knocking on the door at this time of night?"

He walked over and saw it was Oliver Queen and he looked good, 'What was he doing here at this hour?' He looked at the clock and groaned as it wasn't even that late, it was like eight, he was becoming such a dad.

Oliver smiled and said, "I wanted to check on one of my best employees and his son, is that a crime?"

"No but it does go beyond the usual boss/employee relationship," Andrew said as Oliver smiled at him.

"I suppose but I want to make sure that you and Harry are happy here Andrew," Oliver said, "I mean the townhouse is good, right?"

"It's a bit big for a single father and his one small son," Andrew said, "But anyways, I still need time to read those files on those people you sent me."

"Good Andrew," Oliver said, "They are trusted associates of mine and I hope you treat them like you would treat me."

A couple of minutes later it didn't look like Oliver was leaving so Andrew decided to make them some coffee as he hummed a little town, he suddenly heard a loud scream, "Daddy!"

Andrew came in and saw Oliver looking genuinely startled and he was on the other side of the room, Harry was flailing around terrified. Andrew picked him up and began to soothe him, "It's alright Harry, Daddy's here, I won't let the bad man hurt you."

"Daddy," Harry whimpered in Andrew's arms while Oliver looked stunned.

"Umm, does he do that a lot?" Oliver asked surprised, "I mean that was terrifying; one moment he's calm and next he's not."

Andrew glared at him and said, "It was a nightmare, kids have nightmares. Didn't you ever have a nightmare?"

'If only he knew,' Oliver thought and nodded but said, "It seems like it's more with him, have you ever thought of having him see a therapist?"

"He's not crazy," Andrew simply stated as he held Harry, "Besides, it's not often that he has these nightmares and besides; he's terrified of his room, it's too big for him and he's afraid of it."

Oliver held his hands up and said, "Sorry, didn't know," and a thought came to him, 'Clark's parents, since Clark spent so much time in Metropolis they did miss having kids around,' he looked at Andrew and a another thought occurred to him, 'They might not mind having a single father living with them.'

"Hey, I gotta leave for now," Oliver said, But hey, I might have a solution for you two guys," and walked off

Andrew watched Oliver run off and muttered, "Why is he so strange? But he did seem to want to take care of us; maybe he wasn't a complete lunatic."

The next day Andrew was surprised to hear that Oliver had given him the day off and told him to take Harry to a town called Smallville; he would be sending a friend to take him there.

As Andrew bathed Harry, he wondered what the hell interested someone like Oliver Queen in a place called Smallville. He heard someone knocking on the door; he took Harry out of the bathtub and ran downstairs to see who it was.

"Yes" Andrew said as a tall dark haired man came in and smiled at him.

"Hi, I'm Clark Kent, Oliver sent me over to take you guys over to my home."

"Umm, can you watch Harry for me?" Andrew said, "I have to get dressed."

Clark nodded and saw Harry walk towards him and nearly gasped; the kid was so cute, he picked Harry up and said, "Hey there, I'm Clark, who're you?"

Harry reached towards Clark's hair and tried to pull on it, Clark rubbed his head while Harry smiled at him and Clark muttered, "Andrew's a lucky man to have such a beautiful boy like you."

Harry giggled as Andrew came back and suddenly did his best to squirm towards Andrew, Clark looked a bit hurt but Andrew smiled and said, "Please don't worry it's not personal, he's unsure around new people."

Clark smiled and said, "Okay, I'll win him over, I think," as Harry looked at him shyly and giggled as Clark smiled at him.

"Why is Mr Queen doing this?" Andrew asked, "I mean we'll adjust, I was going to move Harry into my room."

"You don't get to say no to my mom and dad," Clark said, "When Oliver told them about you they almost came down here themselves to take you home with them until Oliver told them not too, said it would scare you."

As they drove to the farm Clark was astounded to find out that Andrew came from Sunnydale, he remembered watching the news about its collapse with his friends and they felt horrible about it. He looked at Harry and said, "Was Harry's mother one the victims?"

"No," Andrew said, "She wasn't, she left us."

Clark frowned, 'Who would leave this child alone?' He looked Andrew over; he wasn't so bad looking himself, he could definitely see why Oliver was so taken with him and his son and, knowing how Oliver hid his feelings, he was almost sure that Andrew didn't know how much Oliver cared for him, hell he was sure that Oliver didn't know how he felt.

Andrew saw Harry trying to unbuckle his seatbelt when Andrew stopped him and said, "No Harry, it's going to be alright. I'll hold you when we stop, alright?"

"No," Harry said, "Hold now," Andrew sighed as Harry unbuckled his belt and snuggled into Andrew's arms.

Clark laughed and said, "You're spoiling him, you know that?"

"I know," Andrew said, "But I can't deny him some physical affection, I give him a lot of emotional love but he always wants his uppies, doesn't he?"

Harry giggled as Andrew nuzzled him, he tried to look up and saw nothing but snow covered grasslands and saw cows, he pointed to them and looked excitedly to Andrew and said, "Animals!"

Andrew nodded and buckled Harry up and fell asleep, Clark frowned just a bit, 'Oliver was right; Andrew was wearing himself raw taking care of Harry, well,' he thought, 'My mother would make sure Andrew has plenty of time to relax now and my mother would definitely fall in love with Harry. Hell, I'm falling for Harry.'

A little while later Harry woke Andrew saying, "Daddy, we're here, we're here!"

"What? Where are we?" Andrew muttered as he looked out and saw a very pleasant looking house with a barn nearby, he got out as he held Harry close to him and walked out.

He heard Clark call for his parents and saw a very nice looking couple come out and the woman looked at him and looked at Harry in his arms and she ran over, looking at Harry and exclaiming how cute he was.

She looked at Andrew and said, "I'm Martha Kent," and she took Harry out of his arms and began to snuggle him while Harry simply soaked up the love he was getting.

"Hi," Andrew said, "Thanks for having us over and I'm Andrew and the one you're holding is Harry."

"Hi, I'm Jonathon Kent," the older man said and Andrew winced a bit at the name but told himself that it was years ago and he would be doing his best to redeem himself forever and besides, Anya believed him and told him that he made up for it.

Jonathon looked at Andrew and had a feeling that something bad had happened to him in the past and he did things he regretted but he supposed that they all did things they regretted in the past. Whatever happened he wouldn't judge Andrew for it, something's should stay in the past and never bother the present.

"So," Jonathon said, "I hope you didn't want to hold your son again?"

Andrew looked at Harry in surprise and laughed slightly as Harry began to cuddle back; he looked at his dad and waved at him.

"Son," Jonathon said, "Here's the deal: Oliver wants you to live with us but Clark will take you to work every morning and he'll bring you home. He told us a bit of your story and Martha or I don't want a single father by himself."

"Oh," Andrew said as he watched Martha bring Harry into the house.

Clark quickly stepped in and said, "It's like this: Oliver was worried about you and I can tell that you're running yourself ragged and we want to help you and Harry."

Andrew nodded; he was surprised; 'Did Anya know this would happen?' He vaguely wondered when he walked, following Clark, who told him to get some sleep as they'd keep Harry busy while he rested.

As he sank under the covers he began to dream, he was walking through a beautiful forest that looked like it came from Naboo and he was hoping that Jar Jar Binks was somewhere around here so he could tear him apart. He heard, "Hey, geek boy," he turned around and saw Anya looking at him with a wide smile.

He ran over and hugged her tightly while she smiled and said, "Look Andrew, I want you to have a family and the Kent's are going to be that family as they need this right now just as you need them and don't worry Andrew, you won't be alone for much longer, the person who wants you needs you and Harry in his life."

"Now," Anya said, "I don't want you to worry if and when the Kent's or your new friends find out about your past and they won't judge but if they do just call me, I'll talk to them and I shall be forceful, I mean I made a robber cry, bet Xander didn't tell you that?" And cackled loudly at Andrew's confused look and said, "Good luck turbo nerd, May that force thingy be with you."

Andrew woke up and looked at the time, he realized that it was like six o'clock, was he really that tired He walked downstairs and saw Martha holding Harry in her lap, reading him a story.

She looked up and smiled, "Jonathon and Clark are out doing chores and Oliver sent some work for you to do when you feel recharged."

Harry looked at Andrew and screamed, "Daddy, gram'ma Martha was reading to me."

Martha smiled slightly; Andrew was so lucky to have this beautiful baby boy in his life and he reminded her of Clark when he was young; so curious, innocent and friendly.

"Umm, Mrs Kent, since you looked after Harry for me would you like me to cook dinner? It's the least I can do," Andrew said with a smile.

"Of course," Martha said as Harry tried to get her to read more of the story again.

Andrew went into the kitchen and began to prepare dinner.

TBC

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