DISCLAIMERS/NOTES

1. This is a fan fiction based on characters owned by DC Comics. I DO NOT OWN THEM. This is just for fun.

2. This is a femslash story. If you don't like that sort of thing, you won't like this.

3. Just a reminder: the Supergirl in this story is not Kara Zor-El, but the post-Crisis Matrix with an altered backstory. For more information, see Disclaimers/Notes for the first chapter.

4. I mentioned in Part 1 that there wouldn't be a definitive end to this story - it would more be a serious of oneshots, and I'd see how far it would go. Well, I've reached that point: I'm giving this story a break for now. This isn't the end, though - I will return to it at somepoint. I don't know when, maybe next week, maybe next month - but I will come back to it soon. But for now, this is the "final" part. But only for now.

IN TIME?

Superwoman almost crashed onto the ground, she was diving so fast. She took a quick moment to check if everything was OK - the cracked cement she formed at her feet was not that noticeable - then morphed out of her costume and into civilian attire. She tried not to let her nerves get the better of her and prayed she was not too late.

Mary would kill her if she was.

Once finding a secluded entrance into the complex - even if she was invisible, someone would be startled if a door opened on its own - Mae Batson-Trix raced through the hospital corridors, desperate to find her destination. It would have been so much easier if she had Clark's heightened senses, but she had to ask an orderly for directions. Mae was inwardly cursing herself: she should have remembered the layout from when she was here last. But to be fair, she had other things on her mind back then - namely, an in-labour wife.

Finally, the surroundings began to become familiar to the Woman of Steel. She saw the main door to the Delivery Suite and almost burst it down getting in. The first people she saw were the two most important people in her life.

"Momma!" Marie dashed upto the blonde heroine and tackled her with a hug, barely keeping her chocolate bar from smudging Mae's "clothing".

"Hey there, angel," said Mae, embracing her daughter. She looked up as Mary strode upto them. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Mae gasped. "I tried to beat the Parasite as quickly as possible, but... "

She was stopped when Mary kissed her deeply. "Are you OK?" she choked, pawing her wife's cheek. "I saw on the news... "

"I'm fine, I'm fine," assured Mae. "What are you doing out here? Why aren't you with Linda? Am I too late?"

Mary shook her head. "No, no, I was just taking a moment to check on Marie."

"Wanna see new baby!" their little girl yelped.

"Soon, Marie, soon," said Mae as she thought back to what led to this situation. It was largely her own doing. When the Baxton-Trix's decided they wanted another child, the issue of whether or not Mary would carry it again or not came up. Frankly, Mae did not wish to repeat the endless months of worry from when her wife was pregnant with Marie. And Superwoman bearing the baby was not an option: their daughter had no powers, but their second would inherit Mae's abilities if she birthed it. It would not be fair to Marie to grow up powerless alongside a metahuman sibling. The situation was resolved when Mary herself suggested adoption. After all, she was adopted, and it would only be just to give another child the same opportunity she was given.

"Oh, Mae - you're here!" Mae turned at the voice to see Courtney Whitmore stepping from the nearby restroom.

"Thank the gods," sighed Mary. "Courtney, can you... ?"

"Yes, yes, go," Stargirl insisted. "I've got Marie." The Batson-Trix's took a moment to each kiss their daughter and give assurances that she would see her new brother or sister soon, then dashed to the delivery room, hand-in-hand.

Once they entered, they were met with the grimaced face of Linda Danvers. "Where the hell have you been? It's started agaeeeeeeeeeeARRRGH!" Bursting with apologies, Mae and Mary each stood by a side of the woman in labour, the woman who was giving her unplanned child to them, and took a hand. Despite the deafening screams, Mae was thankful she would not miss this.

She would not miss the birth of her and Mary's son...