A/N: Just to make things perfectly clear, this is Post Justice, because SOMEONE didn't know it was. You know who you are... Don't worry though it's none of you readers.
A/N 2: I just took at stab at Clark and Lois' weight, so they're not the real one's.
Chapter 4: A little more conversation, A little tinge of action Conner sat down in front of Clark's desk looking around his loft. The soft yellow of the lights above him gave the place the warm feeling of home. Conner's roaming eyes landed on a photo that sat on one of Clark's shelves. He moved out of the seat to look at the photo closely.
Five people were standing before what liked like one of the barn's red walls. Three of those people he knew two people he didn't. Though he had seen the blonde man in numerous pictures in the Kent's home. Conner guessed this was the man who had raised Clark: his dad. The man had his arm circled protectively around his wife, happiness written across their faces.
Next to the couple stood another blonde. She wasn't facing the camera but doubled over with laughter at the last two people in the photo. Conner realised this must be Chloe, Lois' cousin and one of Clark's best friends, whom they had told him about. Speaking of Lois and Clark-
Conner could see what was so funny and why Chloe was trying not to cry from laughing too much. It look like Clark was the butt of everyone's joke, he seemed to not realise that the photo was being taken. Conner smiled, to him it seemed that Lois had jumped up onto Clark shoulders, wanting a piggyback ride from him. Clark had a shocked smile on his face as he looked back to Lois. While she just laughed at his shock expression. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist. Their faces almost touching.
If someone were to only glace at the photo and not look at it closely, you would've thought they were leaning in for a kiss. Conner found that little thought interesting, very interesting. Of course Conner wasn't blind, originally he had thought they were dating, or at least were attracted to one another.
One thing that out in the picture. They were all beaming; glowing with happiness. Conner's own smile started to fade, this was a family at a happier time in their lives. Now one of this family is no longer here. Yet Conner had witnessed in these past two days, being in this family's presence, they still had that glow of happiness. It had been dimmed for awhile yes, but it was becoming bright once again.
It was bright again because this family had each other.
"Hey Conner."
Conner turned around to face Clark, hoping he hadn't noticed that he had jumped slightly at the noise.
"Oh hi." Conner nodded towards the photo. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
"Don't worry about it." Clark stood behind Conner. A bit quicker then normal Conner noticed. Not many would've picked it up, but Conner's sharp senses did. Both looked closely at the photo.
"That was taken a month before my dad died." Clark explained. "It was a Sunday and my friend Pete was visiting Smallville. I didn't know he took that photo at the time, I think I was the only one who didn't known, that photo was a team effort right there. I was just standing there talking to Chloe, I could see she was looking behind me at something and right before I turned to see what it was I feel this thing jump on my back. Straight away I knew it was Lois, I even said something like: 'My god a whale just fell from the sky and landed on my back.' Yeah, I got a good slap on the shoulder for that one." Clark smiled at the memory "Everyone just had a lot of fun that day. Dad even had a day off."
Conner shifted his gaze at Clark's dad. The wrinkles on his face showed he had smiled a lot in his lifetime.
"Do you miss him?"
"Everyday." Clark sighed.
Conner looked up at Clark. "What is it?"
"He may be gone but he still watches over us." Clark smiled
"How do you know?"
Clark shrugged "I just do, I have this feeling that he is. You know?"
Conner shook his head "Not really."
"Maybe you will some day." Clark sat down on the couch's armrest. "So you ready for these questions?"
Conner looked at the photo one last time "Yeah."
(Same time in the kitchen)
Lois was typing at her notebook computer, down loading what was on the USB that she had found in the black folder. She leaned back against the chair, rubbing the back of her neck. A window popped up telling her that everything had finished loading. Her eyes now reading the newly opened document.
Project 001CK AKA Project 13
A picture of Clark come up
Name: Clark Joseph Kent
Age: 20
Gender: M
Eye colour: Blue green
Hair Colour: Jet-Black
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190 pounds
Something on Clark's file caught Lois' attention
Blood type: Unidentified
Lois cocked an eyebrow, the document had all of his vital statistics, but they don't have Clark's blood type? Interesting.
Date of Adoption: 1989
Biological mother: Unknown
Biological Father: Unknown
Adoptive mother: Martha (Clarke) Kent
Adoptive Father: Jonathan Kent (Deceased)
Other Relatives (Siblings, uncles, aunts, etc): Unknown
"Ok this is a bit weird, Mr and Mrs Kent have links to their own profiles." Lois scrolled down the page to a list in the file she was shocked to see.
Smallville acquaintances "Other"
Alexander (Lex) Luthor Unknown–"Angel of Vengeance"
Chloe Sullivan Arthur (AC) Curry-"Aqua"
Lana Lang Bart Allen-"Impulse"
Lois Lane Olivier (Ollie) Queen-"Arrow"
Pete Ross Victor Stone-"Cyborg"
"Oh my god. They have files on everyone." The curser slowly moved to the link 'Lois Lane'.
"If they have too much stuff on me…I'm gonna be pissed." Lois up loaded her file.
A photo of Lois popped up.
Name: Lois Joanne Lane
Age: 22
Gender: F
Eye colour: Hazel- Tinge of green
Hair colour: Brunette (Currently dyed light brown)
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120 pounds
Blood type: B positive
Biological mother: Ella Lane
Biological father: Samuel Lane
Siblings: Lucy Lane
Uncle: Gabriel Sullivan
Aunt: Name undisclosed
Cousin: Chloe Sullivan
Smallville acquaintances "Other"
Alexander (Lex) Luthor Aurtha (AC) Curry
Clark Kent Bart Allen
Lana Lang Olivier (Ollie) Queen
Martha Kent Victor Stone
"Yep" She took a final sip of her now finished coffee "I'm pissed."
" Ok, how old are you?"
"3"
Clark's eyes widened in shock "What?"
"But I have the body and mind of a 15 year-old." I cut in very quickly, trying to calm him down.
"How?"
"I kept receiving these injections everyday, they left me weak, but aged me immensely." I stop, suddenly remembering that last injection. 'Welcome to the human experience' flew through my head.
"Go on" Clark urged
"Well this last one I had, I think it stopped the aging. I think I age at a normal rate now. Hmm, welcome to the human experience." I mumble the last bit to myself.
Clark looked down at the piece of paper in his hands.
"What's that?" I ask him.
He looked up surprised "Oh this, it's uh…" I quickly snatch it off him, the expression on his face telling me he wasn't expecting my fast reflexes. Lois was right; it is fun to get those faces out of him.
I look down at the paper now in my hands. It had questions on it like:
'Where was the kid born?'
'Why does he look like you?'
Stuff like that.
"Your not very confident in this whole interview thing, huh Clark?" I glance at him.
"I…" he mumbles something I can't hear.
"It's ok Clark you can tell me, I mean technically you're telling yourself." I smiled good-naturedly.
"Lois kinda wrote that for me."
"I can tell." I chuckle at his sheepish face, while I give it back to him. "I guess we have learn from some where."
"Yeah thanks."
"Hey Clark?"
Clark folded up the paper "Hmm"
"I think something's wrong with me."
Clark had a confused look on his face, I know the feeling.
I continue "Before you found me, at facility is was in…"
I shove my hands into the pockets of the pair of Clark's old jeans that I'm wearing. "I had to fight my way out."
Clark just looked on, trusting.
"I had to fight guards."
"Where you hurt?" He asked worriedly.
I shook my head 'no'. "They got hurt." Our eyes locked "All 153 of them. I knew there were 153 coming towards me, I counted them."
"Conner what happened?"
The memory flashed across my mind.
Flash backMen in bullet proof uniforms run towards me, their machine guns flashing with bullets trying to take me out. But the bullets are slow, too slow. They come to me at snail pace. I drop the man in my hands and watched them with interest. One flies close to my finger; I catch it with a finger and thumb. I look at it curiously, not noticing the others bouncing off my legs, chest and arms. Some of the stray bullets hit guards in places unprotected on their bodies. I drop the one in my grasp and run right through the barrage of men. The guards smack up against the walls, others crash through black windows.
Some are still shooting at me.
Some are hurt, holding their injuries, trying to stop the blood.
Some are dying.
Some are already dead.
End flash back"Hey, that wasn't your fault." Clark placed a hand on my shoulder.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying no to let the tears fall. "I killed those men. They didn't have a choice; they had to shoot at me cause they were ordered to. They were innocent men, they were sons, brothers, fathers, lovers…And I killed them all. Oh god, my god I'm a monster." I burry my head in my hands.
"No." Clark crouches in front of me; he takes my hands away from my face. "No you're not. Conner you had no idea about your powers, you couldn't have known. And you regret doing it, right?"
I nod my head, sniffing, still trying not to look into his eyes.
"That's right. Conner if you're a monster, a freak, just because you couldn't control your powers. Well, you're not the only one."
I look at him, wiping my tears. "You too?" I croak out.
Clark nods his head slowly. "Me too. You see Conner, technically I'm not from around here…"