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Waking Up For The First Time [Locked to anotherbwayne]

Clark awoke with a jerk, arms hitting the sides of...something. Blearily, he opened his eyes. Water? Glass. A tank? What in the world? How had he gotten here? He heard a voice, and felt something over his mouth. A mask? It was forcing oxygen into his lungs.

Alright, he really wants to know what's going on. Only there's no way he can rightly ask.

He was left alone for a moment, but then hands heaved him out of the tank and lay him on something hard and cold. There was a flurry of movement; pokes and prods and a sharp pain on his stomach. But then something warm covered him and something soft was put under his head. He was left in quiet and darkness.

Shivering, he slowly moves to sit up, a ringing in his head. He was never this cold. He'd always been warm, if not overly so. Just part of his design. He still had no idea what was going on, but one thing was running through his head. A question actually.

Where was Brenda?

So with that single question in mind, he managed to get himself outside and into the light of day.

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Brenda sighed, aware even in her sleep of the sounds of her house all around her. Will was running in the hall somewhere, and Alfred was dusting... she could hear him humming. She'd been getting stronger, but still had yet to say a word or move on her own.

And he's been walking for a while, and things are slowly coming back to him. Where would she be? Then...duh, Clark. Ducking down an alleyway where noone sees, he goes...not up up and away.

That was strange. He wasn't flying.

"Now how am I supposed to get to Bre-" he started, then disappeared. A few moments later, he reappeared in front of Wayne Manor.

"-nda's house..." he finished, trailing off and looking around with wide eyes.

There was a deep, angry growl as a massive black dog stalked up to him, only to stop and cock its head and then wag its tail with a little bark. Ace liked him, he smelled like a friend.

Inside the house Brenda opened her eyes and looked at the little light on the security camera, her brows drawing together.

Clark smiled, kneeling down and patting the dog on the head. "Hey there, Ace." he said, scratching him behind the ear.

"You seen Brenda?"

Not that he expected an actual answer, but maybe the dog would show him.

Another little bark and the big animal led him to the back and through an open patio door, then down a hallway and to the main living room, where a hospital bed sat in the corner with various monitoring equipment around it.

And he follows, but when they get to the living room, and he sees the hospital bed, he stops dead in his tracks. He just stands there, too stunned to even talk for a moment, until he's suddenly right there by her side.

"Brenda?" he whispers, worriedly.

Blue eyes turned to him in icey surprise, and she spoke before she remembered that she couldn't, her voice raspy and weak. "Who...?"

But then she saw the boy's features and she knew.

Clark's brow furrowed in confusion and worry. "What do you mean who?" he asks, gently taking her hand. "It's me, Clark."

"No," she said, commanding despite the weakness that kept her immobile. "Look in the mirror."

Confused as he was, he did what she told him, getting up and finding the nearest mirror to look into. And when he sees the reflection, he steps back away from it, shaking his head.

She couldn't see him, but she knew what he'd be doing.

"You're not Clark," her thready voice was gentle.

"You're his son."

He backed up a few more steps, and ended up tripping and falling on his butt. He didn't move to get up though.

"No." he said firmly. "I'm not. I'm Clark. I remember..remember being Clark."

She closed her eyes. "Someone screwed up."

-And I can't reward them for it,- she added to herself bitterly, feeling the tears run down her cheeks.

Clark had never seen her cry.

He looked up at her, noticing she was crying. It...scared him. He'd never seen her cry, not once. He hesitantly goes back over to her, and gently takes her hand again.

"Please don't cry." he asked her gently.

"Not only are you... not Clark. You're not pure Kryptonian," she rasped, the anger coming through. "They... mixed human DNA in... with his." Her voice was giving out, her chest heaving with strain.

There goes that brow furrow again. "What...who's?" he asked. "What am I?"

"Mine."

"So I'm...your son too?" he asks, face incredulous.

"Yes." She looked at her father's nose and her mother's eyebrows on Clark's face and squeezed her eyes shut, vowing vengience on the idiots who'd done it.

"You don't look very happy about it." Then again, neither was he.

Brenda gasped as pain coursed through her body, then forced the anger away and concentrated on her breathing.

He winced, seeing her like that. "Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure...there's a good explanation for this, don't worry yourself about it, huh?"

"I don't worry." Her voice held just a ghost of the Voice that used to scare the bleep out of Clark.

Eyes wide at the voice. Obviously that...Voice still held a bit of sway in the scaring department for the notso Man of Steel.

She just lay and breathed for a few moments more, then opened her eyes again. "Move... where I can see you."

If he hadn't realized before he'd know now that she was totally parylized.

Few hesitant steps to where she can see him, and yeah...he's noticed alright.

"How did that happen?"

"I worked myself into the ground, like Clark said I would." A mirthless smile as she scrutenized him.

"I don't remember telling you that." he says, then clenches his jaw. He didn't actually say that.

"So you haven't got all of his memories." She wondered if he'd been ment to have any.

He already hated the dilineation between him, and who he thought and remembered being.

"Guess not." Then. "My powers aren't the same."

"Oh?" One brow arched quizzically, waiting for him to explain. Even flat of her back she was still the leader who'd once kept the JLA on its toes.

"Tried to fly here, and it didn't work." he said. "Then I...I guess I thought of wanting to be here, and I was."

She wishes she could get to her lab. But she knows that's not going to happen. Instead she asks, "What else do you remember?"

"I remember..." he thinks for a moment. "...fighting someone."

"Who?" Her face goes even colder.

"I can't remember."

She started to ask another question, but then remembered herself and once more forced work away from herself and made herself say. "Are you hungry?"

He shook his head. "No not really."

She swallowed slightly at the look of concern in those blue eyes. She'd loved Clark. Not romantically, but the boyscout farmboy had been one of the few people outside Alfred and Dr. Leslie that she'd trusted. It had driven her that much nearer to the edge when Luthor had killed him. She had known for a long time about his feelings toward her.... And now, technically, due to some ass's interferance, they had a son.

She had a son. As much as she hated the whole idea of his creation and existance she couldn't hate the boy.

She closed her eyes. "Ask Alfred to find you some of Will's things." It was a dismissal, an asking for space while she rested and worked this all out in her mind. An incredible change from what she would have done once.

And even though he's sure she didn't mean to, that dismissal hurt. He doesn't let it show on his face though. He just nods, turning to go find Alfred.

"You take it easy, huh?"

"I am." Her voice was so soft that a human would have missed it. Some of the ice was gone from it.

But he wasn't completely human, so he did hear it. Without another word, he leaves her be and goes to find Alfred.

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