Summary: Will Bart reach Smallville and who does Lionel really want?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction

Safe?

Bart let out a sigh of relief as he reached the town limits of Smallville. He would reach Luthor manor and be safe. He looked down at his daughter and smiled as she looked at her blurry surroundings. She wasn't phased in the slightest. That was his girl. He knew that at this speed, nothing could catch him. And he could see the road to the manor. He readjusted his grip on Joanna. God forbid he'd drop her.

"Bart!"

Bart stopped as he heard Lionel Luthor's voice. How was the man so close? Bart was running too fast.

"Above you Bart."

Bart looked up and gasped as he saw Lionel leaning out of a hovering helicopter. He turned to run, but he was surrounded by about twenty men.

"Your power is in speed, not strength. You're stuck Bart."

"What do you want Luthor?"

"What do you think Bart? I want you and your daughter."

"You are not getting Joanna. Over my dead body."

"That can be arranged my boy ."

Martha brushed a curl away from Bart's face and tried to ignore her son hovering over her shoulder.

"Clark. He's fine. You got to him in time. Stop worrying/"

"Why isn't he waking up?"

"His body was under a lot of stress. Clark, go talk to the men and I'l look after Bart. Chloe will be here with food in a little bit."

Clark smiled at his mom and walked into the hallway. The group had gotten to Bart just in time. One of Lionel's goons was just lifting Bart off the ground as Oliver's arrow hit him. After that, it was pretty easy to get rid of the rest. Still, Lionel left looking very satisfied with himself for some reason.

"How is he?"

"Still unconscious."

"Right. Chloe rang. She'll be here in five minutes."

"Good. Where's Lex?"

Clark noticed as he looked around the room that Lex was missing. Oliver was standing right in front of him. Victor was messing with Lex's home entertainment system, his father was having a sneak cigarette by the window and Arthur was throwing all fish related products in the house away.

"Oliver, calm down and answer your phone. It's probably Lois. Victor,don't break anything or Lex will have your head. Dad, if Mom knew she'd kill you. And Arthur, we're just gonna restock. The kids love fish sticks."

"And he can dominate outside the bedroom, who knew?"

"I did."

Clark blushed as his husband and best friend walked into the room.

"Hey, you get everything?"

"I did. Clark calm down. Bart heals fast, you know that."

"I know. But I'm still allowed to worry."

Chloe smiled at her friend and bought the medication into Martha.

"You said my father looked satisfied?"

"Yeah. And he didn't get Bart. It was weird."

"Hm. Maybe I should ring Jeremy. Give me ten minutes."

"Clark, stop staring at his ass."

"Sorry Dad. Stop smoking."

Bart tried to move away from the fingers on his arm.

"Bart? Bart, stay still. I'm trying to help, ok?"

He relaxed into the bed as he recognised Martha Kent's voice. Wait! What? Why was he hearing Martha Kent's voice?

"Martha? Where am I?"

"In Luthor Manor. One of the guest rooms. Bart, do you remember what happened?"

He tried to think back. A helicopter, Lionel Luthor, loads of his goons, volts running through his body, Joanna crying. He bolted out of the bed.

"Joanna! Where is she?"

"What? Who's Joanna?"

"Lex seems to know. Bart, we need to talk."

Bart looked into Oliver's blue eyes and winced to himself. He was going to be in so much trouble.

"So, Joanna is your daughter?"

Jonathon looked at the young man sitting across from him. Bart was a child himself, too young to have a child. Bart was only sixteen and he had a five month old child. He took a deep breath. This was odd. He considered Bart a second son and from what he heard he now had a granddaughter.

"Let me see if I have this right. You are a...prostitute and have been for over a year. One of your..clients impregnated you and you gave birth five months ago to this girl, Joanna?"

"Sounds about right."

Bart hadn't looked up from the table top since Lex had revealed whay Jeremy told him and he had yet to let go of Martha'a hand. Lex had given Jeremy a quick ring to see what was up with his father and recieved quite a shock. He was told that Lionel was after Bart's daughter Joanna, but he didn't why.

"What I don't get is why he wants my daughter."

"He thinks that you passed you super speed onto your daughter. You got your powers after you were hit with that lightning, or whatever it was. So, he wants to see if that will work on your daughter, who's too young to walk anyway."

"Wait, are you saying he's doing experiments on my daughter? With electricity?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Then we have to get her back!"

Surprisingly, it was Victor who said that. Bart's other friends had remained silent up to now.

"No! It's too dangerous for you. Joanna is my daughter, she's my responsbility. I'll get her back."

Oliver stood up and rested his hand on Bart's shoulder.

"You're not going in alone Bart. We're a team. A family. That makes Joanna family as well. For all of us. So we're helping you."

Bart looked at his friends. Lex and Johnathon were smiling sympathetically at him, while determination was on the faces of his other friends. Martha tightened her grip on his hand.

"I always wanted a daughter."

Bart laughed and wiped the tears from his face.

"Wait, I never agreed to be in your little club."

"First off, we're a league, not a club. And second, you were going to join. Least that's what you told Chloe."

Bart threw a glarae at Chloe, who grinned at him unapologetically. She knew how he felt about Oliver and had no qualms about using it as blackmail material.

"What are we waiting for. Let's go get Bart's daughter back!"

A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter, will they save Joanna?