Disclaimer: Same as previous chapters plus I don't own the Stargate series as there is a slight mention of it here.

Chapter 5

Andrew was still preparing dinner when he heard the Kent men come in, he thought, 'Chores? They didn't exactly look like they were working all day on a farm; while Clark didn't look like he broke a sweat, his father looked a bit run down.'

Clark looked at the food Andrew was cooking and almost fainted, 'He can cook?' he suddenly saw Andrew bring something out of the oven and it looked good, he suddenly heard Harry scream, "Daddy's macaroni."

Martha helped Andrew set the table and got a high chair for Harry.

"Umm, thank you Mrs Kent," Andrew said as he picked up Harry and gave him a hug, Harry returned the hug.

As they ate Andrew's meal, Martha kept trying to pry a bit more information out of Andrew as she wanted to know how Harry's mother leave them like that.

Harry looked at them and silently ate his food, he liked these people; they were nice, they felt like his daddy and he liked them holding him.

Martha smiled and said, "So when's Harry's birthday? I mean he has one, right?"

Andrew began to think, he didn't know when Harry's birthday was. He tried to think, 'Nope, Anya didn't tell me,' and decided that it would be when Anya gave him to him, "It's June the third."

Martha began to make plans for them and they were good plans, she thought, 'Andrew wouldn't have to try so hard to be everything for his son, me and Jonathon will try to take some of the pressure off Andrew.'

After dinner Andrew was sitting on the couch holding Harry close to him, Clark found Andrew sleeping soundly holding Harry, who was sleeping on him. He smiled softly as he picked both of them up and took them to their room.

He watched them sleep and understood again why Oliver felt so drawn to them; they both needed someone to help them.

Harry rolled around in Clark's old crib happily; he was in a large field with his daddy, who was holding him, when it started to go wrong: the field shifted to night and his dad was still holding him but now there was the bad man who always wore black. He looked at Harry and started to talk in a sibilant hissing voice that he could understand, "Harry Potter, stay out of my way or else," as the man pointed a stick at his daddy's chest and said, "Adava Kedavra," and a green light shot out and hit his dad square in the chest, causing him to fall down.

The man looked at Harry and hissed, "Remember Potter; stay in the new world and we shall have no quarrel."

"Daddy?" Harry said as he poked his daddy's chest but daddy wasn't moving, his father's head fell to the side, the blue eyes were dull and lifeless and Harry suddenly let out a piercing scream and started to cry.

Andrew woke up and got to the crib and picked Harry up, Harry woke up and clung to Andrew sobbing, "Oh Harry," Andrew said, "Was it another bad dream?"

Harry nodded, sobbing still as Andrew held him, Martha and Jonathon came in and Martha looked at Andrew, who was holding him. "Sorry," Andrew said, "Sorry guys, he gets nightmares sometimes and they really frighten him."

Martha walked over and helped Andrew soothe Harry and sighed with relief that he was calming down.

"Oh, what was your nightmare about Harry?" Andrew asked, "Do you want to tell daddy?"

Harry shook his head and simply snuggled into Andrew's chest and sat there allowing Andrew to put him back in his crib, he didn't know what was going on, why would the bad man hurt daddy?

Andrew shook his head and was tired, he went back to sleep while Martha looked on sadly, 'What was so bad that Harry was afraid to go back to sleep?'

The next morning Andrew was woken up by Harry's loud squeal of happiness, he ran downstairs and saw Martha cooking pancakes for him and she waved him down and said, "Clark's going to take you to Metropolis in half an hour, we'll take good care of Harry."

"I know," Andrew said as he looked at Harry and said, "Harry will be a good boy for the Kent's?"

Harry nodded and went back to being fed by Martha, who kept smiling. She looked at Harry and said, "Who's a good boy?"

Andrew sighed as he ate the pancakes and got ready for work, he ran back downstairs and saw Clark feeding Harry and shook his head again and said, "He can feed himself, he's pretty advanced for his age."

Clark looked a bit sheepish and said, "Sorry, I like children and Harry's so cute and he seems to like attention."

Harry looked at Andrew and raised his hands, Andrew sighed as syrup covered hands reached for him so he grabbed a moist towel and wiped Harry's hands off and held Harry in his arms, "Now I'll be back tonight," as he gave Harry a kiss on his forehead.

Martha took Harry from Andrew and he waved good bye to Andrew and went back to snuggling with Martha.

Andrew sighed with relief; he wouldn't have to worry about Harry while he was gone as the Kent's seemed to be really attached to Harry.

"So," Clark said, "Harry loves attention doesn't he?"

"Yeah," Andrew said, "He loves being held, I mean he is the sweetest child, he never had temper tantrums like ever."

"Except for those nightmares," Clark said with a grimace, "Harry woke us all up; I swore that he was dying."

Andrew nodded sadly and said, "I wish I know why he has nightmares like that, I mean he used to have them all the time but as time went they faded until they happen once in a blue moon."

"What's his nightmare about?" Clark asked, "Or does he tell you."

"Yes, it's always about a bad man chasing him, sometimes he wears a black robe," Andrew said, "Or sometimes it's an old man with a long beard trying to take him away from me."

"But," Andrew said, "I'm going to protect him with my life, he's really all I have in life."

Clark paled and shook his head and said, "Don't talk like that, you're going to have a lot of people who care about you," and thought, 'Oliver wouldn't have gone through all this trouble for anyone he didn't care for in some way.'

Andrew sighed and said, "I still have to look over these files Mr Queen gave me, he wants me to get to know these people in these files."

Clark nodded and said, "Umm Andrew, don't work to hard, you should still relax. I mean raising Harry's been hard for you, right?"

"Yeah," Andrew said softly, "He kind of showed up out of the blue but I wouldn't change having him for the world."

As they drove into Metropolis Clark was telling Andrew a bit about growing up in Smallville, leaving out the parts about him using his powers and Andrew told him about Sunnydale and left everything out about demons and vampires.

"Well," Clark said, "Here we go," as he dropped Andrew off, "I'll be back by five, alright?"

"Thanks Clark," Andrew said as he walked upstairs to see Oliver Queen looking at a newspaper, one small headline caught his eye; it was about girls going missing in Suicide Slum.

Oliver smiled and said, "Andrew, are you and Harry settling a bit better over in Smallville?"

"Yes," Andrew said confused as he tore his eyes from the newspaper.

"Well, I don't recall needing you today," Oliver said, "Why don't you look over the files in your office?"

"Yes Mr Queen," Andrew said as he got ready to look at his files, "Oh and if you're done with the paper could I look at it?"

"Sure," Oliver said as he passed the newspaper to Andrew and watched the young man leave in a hurry as he went back to his work.

Andrew looked at the paper and read it, 'So, it seems that young women are disappearing,' he thought, 'Was it vampires? No, most vampires, unless they were the chronically stupid, would avoid getting caught by news reporters, this was something else,' he thought. 'Hmm,' he read, 'Sometimes family members reported getting threatening letters, telling them that their daughters would be killed if they attempted to locate them.'

He decided that he would have to investigate; he had a really bad feeling about what was going on here.

"Umm, Mr Queen, I'm going out for a bit, would you like anything?" Andrew asked as he was putting on his coat.

"No, I'm alright but do you want me to send someone with you?" Oliver asked, "You really don't know the city."

"I'm fine," Andrew said, "I'm sure I can find Suicide Slum on my own," and ran out before Oliver could say anything.

"Did he just say he was going to Suicide Slum?" Oliver spat out, angry that he was going to Suicide Slum. He sighed; he would follow Andrew as he put his suit on. He sighed softly; he would do his best to protect him.

Andrew ran down to a bus and grabbed one that would head to Suicide Slum, he sighed; he didn't want to put himself in danger but this feeling was too much to ignore as these girls were the proper age.

As he got out he sniffed the air and grumbled, it was like a thousand other slums he had been in, he remembered Xander complaining about Africa but the slums he had been in were so much worse. He groaned, this was why he always carried a gun and he hated guns as they did so much bad things; remembering Warren hurting Tara and Buffy, he shook his head and muttered, "Can't change the past."

Andrew quickly found the direction of one of the families that had been victimized and thanked god for Mr Giles's training that he could speak several languages and not just demonic.

He knocked on a door and a man answered, Andrew smiled his best smile and said, "Hi, I'm trying to find out more about the disappearing girls?"

"Why are you so damned interested in my daughter!" the man snarled with rage, "I told the police days ago and they won't do anything, so why are you here?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just investigating the disappearances," Andrew said, keeping his voice humble and without arrogance, "I want to help your daughter."

The man looked at him and whispered, "Really? Please come in," as Andrew looked around at the small apartment he remembered fondly his own apartment with Harry in Star City.

"By the way, my name's Mick O'Neill," the man said and sat him down and asked, "You want some tea or something like that?"

"No sir," Andrew said politely, "I am quite fine but please, tell me your story."

Mick smiled and nodded, "Alright, it's like this: Marcie started getting faster, stronger and her mom and I were afraid for her because when that happened one of the gangs took a liking to her and we're trying to force her to do things."

Andrew paled, he had heard so many stories like that, hell even Xander, when he came back from Africa, came back with news of some of the slayers there being used in tribal wars.

"What gang?" Andrew asked as he took out his notepad and sighed as he took the name down, it could just be a street gang that found out about slayers and began hunting them down and recruiting.

"Now that's what's weird," Mick said, "The gang was wiped out soon after and the police said that whoever did this was brutal, powerful; they were torn apart."

Andrew muttered, "Great, just great."

Mick looked on sadly, "And a couple days after that Marcie disappeared, of course I went to the police and they told me not to bother and so I told my story to some do good reporter from the Planet, she promised to print about the disappearances."

"Thank you for your help Mr O'Neill," Andrew said as he left.

Oliver had been listening in and looked shocked; Andrew had never shown any type of behaviour like this before. He saw Andrew walk outside and followed him carefully and quietly stalking Andrew.

As Andrew walked through the snow covered streets he wondered if the council had news about this, he wasn't exactly close to them and even more so when he had left. He sighed, he would have to call them eventually but he wanted to make sure that they weren't behind it.

'No,' he thought, 'Buffy and the Scoobies wouldn't have fallen this far, they gave the girls the choice if they wanted to fight, or at least I did when I did my recruitment,' Andrew sighed, 'This was messed up.'

Andrew had one more lead to check up on before he went back to the office; another family said their daughter was being threatened too.

He sneezed as he got the directions to the home where they lived, as he rushed to the place he sighed; this was time he could be using to bathe Harry or playing tickle monster with Harry but no he was trying to prove to himself that Slayers weren't being hunted and god knew what was being done to them and he was cold damn it.

As he came to the home he saw a police car in front of the home and backed away, he walked towards one of the cops and, becoming as small and inconspicuous as possible, began to listen to what they were saying.

Oliver was observing Andrew and almost laughed as he was spying on the police, he could almost see what was attracting him to the kid when he saw Andrew walk away from the home tears in his eyes. He did his best to follow him without being noticed, he realized Andrew was heading back to the office and he decided he would have to get there faster.

Half an hour later Andrew was at the office and he had the sniffles; first of all from hearing about those poor people and even their daughter was killed as he wanted to question her himself and secondly, he had a cold and sneezed again.

"Hey," he heard Oliver say, "You back Andrew?"

"Achooo!" Andrew sneezed and said, "Yes, why?"

Oliver walked out with a smile on his face and chuckled as he saw Andrew sneeze again and again.

"Come on, I'll call Clark and tell him you need to be taken back to Smallville, I'm sure Martha will make sure your good and healed," Oliver said as he watched Andrew sneeze again.

Andrew grumbled, "Stupid cold weather, should've gone to LA at least its warm there," as Oliver called Clark.

"Good news," Oliver said, "Clark's on his way to the office anyways and also he's a bit upset that you went to Suicide Slum by yourself, you know it's a dangerous place, right?"

"No more dangerous than some of the other places I've been to," Andrew said, his nose running.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at what Andrew said but decided not to question it for now, he was only Andrew's boss nothing more.

Clark had done his best to get to the Oliver's place on time, he heard Andrew sneeze and sneeze and Oliver was laughing, it seemed like he was enjoying the cold.

"Hey Andrew," Clark said as he looked at Andrew, he didn't look to bad but his nose was red and he was coughing, "I gotta talk to Oliver first and then we'll go back to Smallville."

Andrew sneezed again in response as he remembered what the police had said about that girl's family; they were torn apart and it looked like it was done with medieval weaponry. He had managed to take a quick look and definitely recognized axe cuts and sword stabs, those people weren't only brutally killed, they were tortured before they died and, of course, the girl was missing.

'Who would be this cruel to do this to a girl? Not even Spike was that brutal and Spike had told me quite a few stories about himself,' Andrew thought as he shuddered.

Clark came back out and said, "Alright Andrew, it's time to go."

As he got into the truck Andrew looked at Clark and he didn't look angry, just disappointed. Clark looked at him and said, "Andrew, Suicide Slum is one of the most dangerous places in Metropolis, you could've gotten killed and where would that leave Harry?"

"Sorry," Andrew coughed, "There was something I had to check up on there and I doubt it's going to be the last time either."

Clark looked at Andrew surprised and shook his head and said, "Not alone anymore, if you need to go you have me or Oliver come, alright?"

"I guess so," Andrew said and suddenly sneezed hard again, causing Clark to wince as he looked at Andrew.

"You know my mom's going to tear into you Andrew?" Clark said, "Especially since you have a small child to look after."

Andrew smiled and said, "I'll take it but I had to check out these disappearances the newspaper was reporting about."

Clark suddenly smiled and said, "My friend, Chloe Sullivan is a reporter and she might welcome your assistance."

"I guess so," Andrew sneezed again hard and muttered again, "Stupid Kansas weather," and cleaned up the mess he made on the window.

When they got to the Kent farm Clark was right as both Jonathon and Martha laid into him for doing something on his own but when he started to sneeze Martha panicked and gave him a bowl of soup and medicine, he saw Harry toddling towards him happily but said, "No little guy, daddy's sick and you might catch it."

Harry looked at Jonathon, who simply smiled and pulled him towards him and said, "It's alright Harry, your daddy will be able to pick you up soon."

As Harry watched Martha give his daddy a bit of medicine he vaguely remembered getting sick once and Pickles, one of the house elves that loved him when his parents were too busy with Godric to help him, she gave him a pink potion and told him that it was special house elf magic but he hadn't seen any house elves here so maybe he couldn't give daddy that.

Andrew winced at the taste but sighed, he did feel better now. Clark came by him and said, "Chloe's coming over, I think she wants to compare notes with you."

"Alright," Andrew said as he watched Martha feed Harry, he felt horrible; if he hadn't done what he had done he would've been healthy but he knew now that this mystery had to be solved.

TBC

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