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.