Wow, sorry it has taken me SO long to update, but i have been rather busy lately. But to make it up to you i have written a long chapter to come back with. And hopefully by the end of this chapter the main storyline will begin revealing itself :D

So before you all want to kill me even more, i will let you read the chapter now lol

ENJOY!

JLA Headquarters – Two days ago

Bruce was there in record time as soon as his call to Diana was over. Alfred had kindly escorted the recent 'nameless' blonde out of his home, giving him the chance to escape to the sanctuary hidden beneath the Wayne Mansion; the Batcave.

He worked in a blur to get his suit on, preparing the conversation soon to take place between his fellow league members in his mind as his hands moved of their own accord, no need to think about his actions, his body doing all the work for him.

Back to the present, Bruce hadn't wasted a single moment; here he was now standing at the head of the JLA meeting table. Almost everyone was present, almost being the operative word.

Kal wasn't here.

Not that Bruce could blame him, he wasn't even sure if Diana had invited him the first place, he would have to talk to her about that later…thank her maybe, he would decide at the time.

There was a chorus of voices echoing around the room, all muffled beyond distinction as everyone talked at the same time. They were getting nowhere fast and Bruce was losing his last nerve. For some unspoken reason, it had been decided amongst themselves, that if ever Kal, as they called him when they all met together on official JLA business wasn't present, Bruce automatically became the next to lead them. His attuned mind, which no one could deny was the best thing for the league, knowing he could always keep his cool under the pressure and organize when things got out of hand. Which usually happened pretty quickly with Kal out of the picture.

Now was a prime example, Bruce continued to stare ahead at the gathering of old time friends and allies, plus a couple of new ones whom he wouldn't admit out loud but had proven a great asset to the team, despite his initial judgments. His hands were balled into fists at his side, he tried his best to stay calm and collected in front of his team, but he will be the first to admit that these nerves were going to take a while to shake.

He scanned over the long table in front of him, taking in all the faces that had turned up in his mission to help a very treasured and close member of his extended family. He started at the far end, spotting the newest members talking amongst themselves, obviously in deep discussion over the best course of action, Zantanna and Plastic man seemed to be in a disagreement with each other, he knew he should probably break it up before it turned into something serious, but he had other things to worry about. Next he noticed Green Arrow conversing with Black Canary, thankfully they seemed to be getting along quite well, from what he could tell, they were discussing possible alias for Connor, oblivious to the arguing couple opposite them. That brought a small smile to Bruce's face; at least someone was being constructive around here.

As time suddenly made its awareness to him, realizing that this time spent not discussing was time wasted, he braved a glance in Diana's direction. She was looking straight back at him as soon as his eyes searched for hers. Of course she would be looking, no matter their differences, they couldn't deny how closely their minds seemed to work together, never a step-ahead of one another, always thinking in sync. At least now it didn't seem to startle him as much as it had the first few times they worked together…but now was not a time to get into the complications of ones personal relationships, there was work to do. Diana gave him a reassuring smile, her hands clasped calmly in front of her on the table.

His tense fists found a use, as they seemed to lift without him really realizing what he was doing and suddenly shot back down onto the steel surface of the table – hard. "SILENCE! He shouted in unison to his action, the feral tone of the Batman dripping from every letter as he spoke the word, his face turned into a ferocious scowl.

The noise shocked everyone into silence in half a second.

Various expressions turned to face him, some annoyed; some relieved to finally have this meeting commence as planned, while others just seemed irritated by Bruce's method of approach towards the league.

"Right, now we have some silence, there is a situation that needs our attention." Bruce spoke a little less harshly than his previous tone and action had suggested. His voice escaped his throat in a stern gravel, immediately carrying the air of authority all seemed to respect as they willingly hung of every word he spoke.

All listening Bruce continued. "I'm sure you have all heard by now of the newest member of the hero community announcing himself to the public, usually this wouldn't be a problem, but given the circumstances of this particular person, it requires the help and knowledge of all of us in order to provide the best protection to both himself and his family." Bruce paused as the League took in his previous words.

"What's the situation so far?" Green Lantern, aka Hal Jordon asked, looking to gain all the information he can before beginning their assessment.

"Yesterday evening a much cared for uncertified member of this family, Connor Kent, son and protégé of Superman decided to join us in our fight towards Justice, naming himself Superboy to the press without thinking. We are all here to help not only Connor but Clark…" Bruce skipped the pretences of formality, they all knew that Clark meant a lot more to all of them than they would ever admit. "…The most important part of this mission is the safety of their family, we need a story that will clear them from suspicion and keep their identities a secret for obvious reasons."

"He means a lot to all of us Bruce, you can trust we will do our best to protect them – all of them." Diana spoke up for the first time clear determination in her voice. "Now, let's get to work shall we?"

As soon as she asked, the previous surge of voices started up again, as everyone tried to share their ideas at the same time.

"Guys! One at a time. Oliver, did you have any ideas?" Bruce directed his attention towards the Emerald Archer sat in the middle of the table, all going quiet to hear his response.

"Well, I have a few." He answered with a smirk.

"Cut it with the ego dude, we need a plan and we need it now…can't imagine how Chloelicious is stressing out right now." Oliver sent death glares towards Bart, even after all these years and in Chloe's case four children down the line, Bart still cared a lot for her, of course he loved his wife and family beyond words, but Chloe was still one of his closest friends, they had known one another since the start of the first 'Junior Justice League' and much to her annoyance hadn't laid up on the nickname he used so long ago.

"Shut it speedo, as I was saying, I have a few ideas…but Bruce I'll need your help with the legal stuff." Oliver continued, ignoring the looks Bart was sending him.

"That's not a problem, let's hear it." Bruce assured, finally taking a seat himself, preparing for the long planning ahead of them.

Daily Planet Rooftop: Present day

Kara shifted uncomfortably under Chloe's scrutiny, her guilt resurfacing as she continuously reminded herself of her involvement in all this mess. Clark on the other hand managed to keep himself calm and collected as they all attempted to come up with a plausible story.

"I'm still waiting here guys." Chloe snapped, unlike either Superhero currently in her company, she was finding it harder to control her erratic emotions. Her foot keeping pace with the tapping she had started not long ago, unknowingly irritating the super-hearing beings who were trying their hardest not to scream at her to stop.

"Well, as for an alias name that shouldn't be too hard, he can use his birth name…" Clark started only to find both women looking at him as though he had lost his mind. "…His Kryptonian birth name that is." He quickly added, relieved to see Kara's face relax at least, Chloe on the other hand…

"At least that's an idea, but think about it Cla- Superman," Chloe corrected with a grimace. "How do you think that will look to the press, I thought we were trying to give him a new identity not announce the arrival of another of your long lost relatives!"

"Hasn't he already done that by wearing the house of El symbol Chloe? And the name Superboy probably gave away that much as it is." Kara added her own thoughts onto the topic, finding a slight confidence in her argument, moving away from her perch against the wall and edging closer to the still temperamental blonde reporter.

"I think keeping his identity as close to the truth as possible whilst still protecting our family is the best thing to do here. If we exaggerate too much we might slip up and that would mean the whole family would be implicated, not just us." Clark explained, pointing to Kara and himself.

"Kon-El would work perfectly, he already knows the name and would be able to respond to it more easily than a fake one, that means less chance of him slipping up." Kara's voice was seeping with encouragement towards the idea; she could clearly see the advantages of keeping things simple.

"Fine, I guess you're right – both of you. But what about the connection, how are we going to explain that? We can't exactly say, oh look another stray cousin has popped down to visit from that now deceased planet Krypton!" Chloe partially regretted her bluntness as she watched the wince cross Clark's face at the mention of his dead home planet. Kara's a mimic as she mourned the lives of lost relatives and friends all over again. But she couldn't bring herself to regret them fully, she needed to get her point across and she needed to be taken seriously, at any cost, this was her son's life on the line here.

"I know." Clark agreed, his voice softer than before, eating at Chloe's guilt all the more.

"There's no need to worry about that Kal-El." A new female voice suddenly interrupted this family meeting atop the Daily Planet rooftop.

All at the same time, three faces turned to look for the source of the voice, Clark already knew who it was, that's why his face wasn't full of the irritation he would have unleashed on anyone else. "Diana." Clark greeted before looking up, his words not a question.

"Wonder Woman." Kara greeted in her own way, leaning a small nod of the head in the Amazon's direction, a smile warming her lips at the same time. She had taken a liking to the Amazon Princess during her time working with the League, and she wasn't that surprised to think that she was involved in this predicament.

"Kara, Kal, Chloe." Diana spoke as she hovered over the balcony wall to stand beside Clark; an act Chloe didn't over look.

"What are you doing here?" Chloe spat towards the woman, not caring to hide the dislike in her voice. She never had liked the way she carried herself around her husband and she sure as hell didn't want her involvement in this, but she held back as much as she could, reminding herself that despite how much she didn't like the woman, if there was anything she could provide information wise that could help keep her family safe, she would listen.

Diana kept her face clear of any resentment towards the small, breakable blond in front of her, answering her question none-the-less. "Well isn't that obvious? I'm here to help, the league…"

"What! That League is involved in this?" Clark nearly chocked on his own words.

"What did you expect Kal, Connor means a lot to us all, did you really think they wouldn't want to help?" Diana explained her reasons as though she were talking to a five year old who missed the obvious.

"The League huh? What have they got to say about all this? Probably shudding my parenting skills as we speak." Chloe muttered the last part under her breath, her eyes going wide with the realization to all of their super-hearing…that she found herself forgetting about more and more recently, the stress must be really getting to her.

Lucky for her they all pretended not to hear.

"Who said we needed their help? On second thought if you are all involved, where have you been the last couple of days? Why now, why wait all this time to see me, and I don't know, maybe ask if I wanted your help for that matter?" Clark accused more spitefully than intended.

"Kal, don't be so rude, as they said they all care about Connor, isn't that the most important thing here? Your son!" Kara stepped in, ready to point out Clark's misdirection of anger.

"She's right Kal-El, we only want to help and as for waiting this long, we all figured you would want this time to be with your family whilst you sorted things out on a personal level before we interfered, however we have been discussing possible means of helping you the whole time and by the sounds of the conversation I heard when I arrived I would say that you need it. Unless you have some brilliant plan tucked up your sleeve?" Diana held her own end of the argument, unwilling and un-wanting to back down.

"Thank you for the consideration, but who got you all involved in the first place, there really wasn't any need, I know you all have better things to be doing." Clark began, but Diana quickly cut him off.

"Bruce brought it to our attention not long after it happened. It would seem Gotham City was just as interested in Superboy as Metropolis, it was all over the news."

"Bruce! I should have known. I will be talking to him about that later." Clark muttered more to himself.

Chloe had kept quiet as she mulled over the thoughts in her head, looking at everything from as many different angles as she could, but she was still coming up empty. With a resigned sigh, Chloe stepped forward without any of them realizing and decided for the sake of her family to put her own irritations aside and accept the help they so desperately needed. "Diana, I'm sorry about before but you must understand that this is my family we are talking about and they mean everything to me, Connor he-" Chloe stopped, her throat constricting at the mere thought of anything happening to her son. "- He's our miracle child. So if keeping him safe means accepting your help, then that is exactly what we are going to do."

Clark couldn't help the smile that crept across his face as his wife ceased to amaze him even further, it was times like this that he felt the luckiest man alive to be married to Chloe Sullivan-Kent.

"Thank you for understanding Chloe, now as I was saying you haven't come up with a reasonable plan yet have you?" Diana looked upon all three with questioning eyes.

"No, we haven't." Kara responded despondently, sighing at their current lack of options.

"Well then, it's a good thing that we have." Diana professed with a wider grin that she intended to help ease the others worry. "Now here's what we come up with…" Diana continued on with their wrapped attention as she laid it all down for them, all keeping quiet as the Leagues' carefully thought out plan was explained, she was happy to allow them their choice of name, agreeing that Connor would probably prefer that.

As Chloe watched the stunning Amazon explain everything, she allowed herself to feel something that hadn't really occurred to her before now.

She felt hope.

Smallville – Kent household

Kara didn't waste any time after abruptly ending her phone call with Chloe, she changed into her suit and was flying out the back door before any of the family could ask her what was going on. Luckily Connor had listened in on the entire twenty seconds of conversation between his mother and aunt.

Kara's escape left a ruffle on wind in her wake, Lara's hair whipping over her face from the force.

"What's going on?" Jimmy asked once the empty space where his wife had once stood now appeared empty.

Connor dropped his arms from around his siblings; Sky squealing uncomfortably now in her sister's arms as the tension in the room started to bother her as much as everyone else. Lara shifted her around to fit more securely on her hip, trying to sooth her agitated cries. "It's ok Sky, everything's ok baby, Mommy and Daddy are making everything better, don't you worry." Despite the confidence in her reassuring words, Lara's eyes flickered questioningly towards Connor, who still hadn't answered Jimmy's question.

"Connor! What's happened? Where did Kara go?" The authority in Jimmy's voice startled everyone, none of them having ever heard his voice tainted with such panic and force before today.

"It was m-mom on the phone." Connor paused to swallow the nerves he felt under an all of a sudden intimidating glare from his uncle. "She wanted Kar- Supergirl to join Dad and her in the interview."

Jimmy physically relaxed as understanding finally reached him. "Connor…" he sighed. "You nearly gave me a friggin heart attack, next tell me that there's nothing to worry about before I keel over, alright?" Jimmy sunk down onto the sofa, running his hands over his tired face, his eyes closing as he concentrated on breathing again.

"Sorry uncle J."

An incoherent mumble could be heard from under Jimmy's hands.

"I've got to go, I'll be back later…if Mom and Dad ask, well - tell them I'm taking responsibility for my actions." Connor spoke his last words more to Lara than anyone else, knowing he could trust her to relay the message, and without manipulating his words.

"Conn-" Lara started to question, her brow furrowed in confusion over his statement, thought each word was imprinted clearly in her mind for safe keeping.

Her query fell on nothing but air as just as Kara had left moments ago; Connor had sped out of the house in a less than a second.

"Great! What the hell does he thing he is doing! He is going to be in so much trouble when Mum gets home." Lara exasperated, throwing her free hand up in the air with frustration.

"Why does everyone keep disappearing?" John spoke up from beside Jimmy on the couch, defeat evident in his young voice.

Lara ignored her brother, making a brash decision of her own, and she didn't care what they thought of her, she knew what had to be done. "Well, I'm not sitting around here all day doing nothing when they can't even be bothered to stick around! I've got to do something other than sit around the house all day. I'll be back for dinner…cya." With that Lara handed a reluctant Sky over to John and strutted from the room, the only sound to follow was the door slamming shut behind her.

"That went well." John remarked looking back at Sky's worried gaze, his annoyance melting in an instant. He pulled his little sister closer, sighing as Sky snuggled herself into his chest, his hand stroking the back of her hair in an attempt to comfort her…as well as himself. "John, don't worry about me, I'm going to get inside information on what's going on…if having a Superhero's son for a boyfriend is good for anything, it's for things like this…oh and don't tell mom!" John stilled in his motion of stroking Sky's hair, thankfully not as abruptly as to catch Jimmy's attention, as he listened to his twin's voice speak to him through their mental connection. It may not make any sense to them, but it sure did come in handy during times like this.

"Lara, don't do anything stupid…please?" John thought back, knowing there was no use in tying to talk her out of it, once she made her mind up there was no changing it.

"I won't, just keep this to yourself, all they need to think is that I've stormed out and am cooling off at the par or something. I really gotta go John, keep me informed, I'll keep the link open if it makes you fell any better."

"Thanks and be careful Lara." John though back with a sigh, wishing more than anything he could go with her, but he felt bad for Jimmy, he couldn't leave him too.

"Sure, sure, I always am." Even in her thoughts John cold hear the smirk in her voice.

Then she was gone, but he could still feel they were connected, ever since they could remember; they had been able to communicate with each other, even before they could talk. Their parents hadn't really thought much of it, they thought it was just a 'twin thing' just like any other twins around the world you hear about being able to understand each other, they assumed it was more intuition than anything else.

But as they grew up, mainly when they started going to school, John and Lara found that they could control it.

Lara was really nervous about starting and when they found out they had been put into separate classes that had just made things worse for her. During their first lesson Lara become so overwhelmed by her fear that she had ran out of the class and nobody could find her.

John had been playing with some of the other children at the time in his own class, his friends were playing with Superhero action figures, fighting over who was better Superman or Batman. John wasn't really interested in the fight, his favorite would always be Superman, mainly due to the fact he was his son, but even at that young age the family had drilled it into all of the kids heads about the importance of not sharing that information with other people, so as his mind wondered from the game, he started thinking about Lara and how she was doing on her first day.

Then it happened.

He heard her.

At first he thought he was just imagining hearing her voice because he was thinking about what she would be doing right now and it seemed possible he had just heard her voice in his thoughts.

Then it happened again and this time she was practically shouting in his head. "JOHN! I'm so scwared, I need wou!" Her cries of anguish circled through his mind over and over again as though she were speaking right next to him. His hands flew up to his ears to shield himself from her shouting, but it didn't seem to help.

His eyes shut tight as he tried to concentrate on what his sister was trying to tell him. That's when realization dawned on him…she needed help – she needed him!

He stood up from the game and ran to the front of the class to his teacher, his eyes darting in and out of focus as he tried to make sense of what he was doing there and what Lara was saying to him. In the end Lara won…as usual.

"JOOOOHN! Pwease come…help me, I wanna go wome." She shouted again.

John winced as the volume of her voice took him off guard; trust her always to make a scene, even in his head!

The teacher caught sight of John approaching as he suddenly fell onto his knees in pain, his little hands still clutching to the side of his head with enough force to create red marks on the side of his face.

"Jonathon!" The teacher cried as she shot up from her seat at the front, she ran to his side, placing her hands on either of his shoulders as he continued to cry out from the noise only he could hear.

"John, what's wrong sweetheart, did you hurt yourself? What's wrong?" She asked in a panic, unable to find the source of his pain with a worried glance up and down his body.

"Lawa…" John managed to say through his gritted teeth as he tried to hear his own voice over Lara's unrelenting cries, he wished she would shut up; he felt like his head was going to explode.

"Lara? You're sister?" The teacher asked in confusion, Lara wasn't here; she was in a classroom five classes away.

John was able to nod in response. Trying to force himself to speak, he needed to get to her…now. "Lawa need help…Lawa need me!" He was proud with himself, he had finally managed to get the words out, but the teacher didn't seem to be taking him to her. What was wrong with her?

"John hunny, your sister is fine, she is in her classroom playing with her new friends." She tried to calm the frantic boy, but nothing seemed to be working and if she was honest she was frightened by his sudden panic.

"No! Lawa need me!" John figured that his first impressions of how nice his teacher seemed was thought too soon, she wasn't going to help him, he would have to help Lara himself. He pulled himself free of her grasp, using a little more strength than necessary catching the woman off guard as her eyes popped open by his sudden strength. He couldn't think about that right now, he would take his parents punishment for it at home, but right now he needed to find his sister.

He bolted for the door before his teacher could get back her sense, fumbling with the handle, stretching up in his toes to reach it, but as soon as he had it open he was speeding down the hallway to his sister's classroom.

He listened more carefully now, trying to gauge where Lara was, it was then that he realized, just before he opened the door to her classroom that she wasn't in there.

But where?

He concentrated harder, straining against the loud noise her voice formed in his mind, until it seemed to focus on Lara's mind rather than her voice, he knew where she was…girls bathroom.

He looked around the long hall frantically, he couldn't read all that properly yet, but he recognized the word 'toilet' on the sign at the end of the hall, his mother had insisted on teaching them all basic but necessary words before all others…always wanted to be prepared for any situation, it would seem now that was a great idea on her part.

John ran flat out down the rest of the hall, taking the corner at full speed, flying by a passing member of staff, almost continuing past the toilet in his hasty speed. The passing teacher had gotten back their sense and were now running after John, stopping as they watched him stop outside the girls toilet, at the same time John's own teacher came sprinting to the scene, stopping breathlessly beside her fellow colleague.

John paid them no attention, now he was here Lara's shouts was even louder, but it seemed she didn't realize that she was calling to John the way she was. It was all just in her thoughts.

John pushed the door swinging open, stepping into the girls bathroom in the same motion, just catching a glimpse of the watching teachers jump forward to stop him, he was a boy after all.

He stayed silent, only speaking with his thoughts, hoping that if he could hear Lara then she could hear him. "Lawa, I'm here…Lawa? I fwound you." John continued to walk into the toilets, he bent down to look for Lara's brand new shiny school shoes that she just had to have, but all the stalls were empty. His sister was smarter than that.

By now the teachers were waiting in the doorway, allowing John to get whatever he was doing out of his system. Watching curiously as John now started following the rows along, opening the doors one by one.

Last one lucky. He was beginning to doubt his previous confidence as he approached the final door; pushing it back slowly he smiled warmly as his dishelmed sister sat with her legs held tightly to her chest, her sobs shaking her petite frame, eyes puffy and red from her crying.

"John, you fwound me!" Lara jumped off of the toilet and threw herself into her brother's arms, burying her face into his neck as she started crying again, but this time with relief.

The teachers watching the silent reunion with dumbfounded expressions.

"I will always fwind you Lawa, you my swister." John wrapped his arms tighter around her body, knowing that they will always find each other, no matter what.

Back in the present John was whipped back to reality as Sky hit him over the head when he didn't continue with his stroking of her hair, unaware of how long he had been lost in his memories of simpler times.

"Hmmp." Sky grumbled at his shocked expression, but didn't get more of an answer as John practically threw her off of his lap and onto Jimmy's, standing up and running to the door in the same motion, pulling it open. Jimmy came running around the corner to the front door, looking annoyed once again, at this 'super' families tendency to disappear or lose their ability to speak during a time of crisis, only now he didn't know what the crisis was.

"What now!?!" Jimmy asked as he placed a wriggling Sky onto the floor, who quickly crawled back to John, tugging on his trouser leg.

John tried to tune out Jimmy's ranting and Sky's tugging as his mind was stretching all over town searching for Lara, he didn't know what had happened, it all happened in a second. One minute he was aware of the open link between Lara and himself, feeling as she made her way to an unknown destination, nothing out of the ordinary there, when without even an explanation Lara had gone 'off-line' as they called it on occasion when they were joking around with their powers.

Only this time, he was sure it was no joke.

"She's gone. Lara's gone." John said without emotion, his thirteen year old voice, all of a sudden sounding much, much older in his worry.

What did you think?

Sorry i still haven't said what the backstory for Connor is yet, the truth is i am finding it a little difficult to figure that out myself hehe so if anyone has any ideas, i would love to hear them ^^

What's happened to Lara?? You will have to wait and find out haha I'm cruel i know :P

Something special for you all though...

I have drawn a picture of Connor dressed as Superboy, based on the description i gave in i think it was chapter 12, him in his hoody and glasses, fighting crime with Kara.

There is a link to it on my profile page, would love for you all to check it out :D

Until next time, and i'm not sure when that will be, but i will try my best...

Cee xx