The three times that Clark Kent met a demigod, and the one time Superman did.

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Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet, was not panicking. Not in the least. No, he wasn't frantically calling Lois Lane, his partner, for what seemed like the hundredth time. He also wasn't pacing nervously while listening to the ringing of the cell phone.

"Lois, Lois, why won't you pick you?" Clark muttered to himself as the call went to voicemail again. The list of horrible scenarios ran through his head; Lois running head on into danger without backup, Lois falling off a fifty-story building, Lois being kidnapped, etc.

Thankfully, Clark's nervousness was dispelled by his cell phone ringing. Sighing in relief that it was Lois, he quickly answered his phone.

"Lois, are you—" Clark began, only to be interrupted.

"Kent, you got to get down here right now," Lois ordered excitedly. "They found the Percy Jackson kid and you are never going to believe this story!"

Head spinning, Clark nodded, and then realized that Lois couldn't see him. "Be there as soon as possible. Where are you?"

"The Santa Monica Pier," Lois replied.

"I'm right around the corner," Clark lied as he zipped out of his hotel room and ran to the pier. When he arrived on scene, he was overwhelmed by the amount of reporters that were there. Searching frantically for Lois, he finally spotted her and made his way over, shoving people out of his way.

He arrived by Lois' side just in time to hear the boy, Percy Jackson, finish speaking and rattle off a telephone number. Clark was slightly shocked at how young the boy seemed to be, at only twelve. His two companions, a blonde girl and a curly-haired boy, sat nearby and were resting in silence. The three of them looked exhausted. But Clark could tell that there was something…special about Percy Jackson. Sure, the kid look wiped out and tired out of his mind, but he was handling the whole kidnapping thing pretty well.

He knew more than he was telling. Clark was as sure of that as he was as sure that Batman practiced brooding. But why would the boy hid anything from the police? Jackson looked like he would be an easy target, but there was an aura of…something around that kid. Clark decided not to pry; clearly the tree teenagers would handle it—if not, Superman was always there.

Clark did indulge his feelings of concern, however, when a collection for plane tickets was passed around. He threw in whatever he had on him, knowing that Bruce would reimburse because the situation dealt with children, if he became desperate for money. But Clark decided he'd be fine.

"Let's go Smallville," he heard Lois saying, "I want to get this off to the Planet."

"Coming Lois," he replied, sparing a glance over his shoulder at the three children he left behind. Turning around again, he ran into a good-looking man in Bermuda shorts with eyes that reminded Clark of the sea.

"Excuse me sir," Clark apologized.

The man waved it off. "Quite alright. Could you tell me if that's the three kids from New York? Is one of them Percy Jackson?"

Clark nodded. "Yeah, the dark-haired kid is. Been through a lot, they have."

The man gazed at the boy, his features softening. "That they have."

Clark heard Lois call his name and he hurried after her. The last thing he saw was the man gazing at Percy Jackson in the same way Pa Kent looked at him—like a father.

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Lunch break. Usually never a break, in Clark Kent's case. Either he was running around as Clark Kent, Investigative reporter for the Daily Planet, or he was flying to all corners of the Earth as Superman—the Man of Steel.

But today was an ordinary day so far, and Clark was content to just enjoy the moment and bask in the light of the sun. He smiled and the rays of light danced upon his face as he quietly ate.

The café was small, but served amazing food. Clark loved the pie they had, even though it would never be as good as his Ma's. Clark also loved to come to the café to see the people—those who enjoyed life and reminded Clark of all that Superman stood for.

That older couple in the corner had been coming to the small café for ages. They two of them always sat in the same booth and all of the waitress knew them by name, as did the owners.

Young teenagers would come here on dates—it wasn't too stuffy or expensive and the atmosphere was great.

Yes, Demeter's Delicacies was an extraordinary place to be.

"—and you know Katie will kill you," a young teenager opening the door was addressing his companion, who looked like a mirror image of the boy.

"I know, but I need to try. And it was her idea!" the other replied.

"Travis," the other teen sighed, "you and Katie having this insane idea to get Daisy and Ben together just spells trouble! Leave that up to Silena and her crew. You of all people should not be match-making."

"Connor," Travis grinned, sitting down at a table, "you really need to stop worrying little bro."

"I'm not helping this time—remember how mad the Aphrodite girls were after the whole Golden Mango incident. My clothes didn't fit right for ages. And I'm not going through that again!"

"It won't happen Connor," Travis assured his brother.

Connor raised an eyebrow. "Sure, just like nothing happening with the Centaur in a Prom dress, or when we pulled that prank on the Ares Cabin, or when we got Will Solace to—"

"Alright, alright," Travis grumbled, cutting him off. "So, yes, we've had some minor acts of revenge—"

"—minor?—" Connor grumbled under his breath.

"—but we always have fun," Travis finished, ignoring the look his brother was giving him.

Clark had listened in, amused by the brother's bantering. Now, grinning into his coffee, he waited to hear what Connor would tell his brother.

"Fine," Connor grudgingly said after a few moments. "But at the first chance of something going wrong, I'm out. A guy can only take so much…"

And hearing the hearty and genuine laughter of young children, Clark was proud that he protected people like this as Superman.

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"Kent, Lane, someone here to see you," Perry White, Editor-In-Chief of the Daily Planet called as he walked up to Clark's desk.

"Who is it Perry?" Lois asked. "Bruce Wayne coming to invite us to another one of his extravagant parties?"

"Nope, it's some kid," Perry responded. "He was adamant about seeing you, and I know you have a soft spot for kids Kent, so I brought him up here. Paid to see you and everything. See what he wants and then get rid of him, okay? You have work to do."

With those words he walked away, topping to talk to other reporters on the way to his office. Clark and Lois exchanged glances and smiled at each other before a slight cough drew their attention.

"Mr. Clark Kent and Ms. Lois Lane?" a young boy, about eleven or twelve, asked. He was pale, with shaggy dark hair and wild eyes. He was dressed in all black, wearing a heavy aviator's jacket, and was playing with a skull ring on his finger.

"Yes?" the two in question simultaneously replied. The child raised an eyebrow.

"I'm Nico di Angelo," he stated, holding out his hand for Clark to shake, who took it. "And I was wondering if you could help me."

"How so kid?" Lois asked.

"I wanted to learn about my family—my mother. You two are supposedly the two best investigative reporters, so…" he trailed off, biting his lower lip.

"We don't really look into that," Clark gently told the boy. "Why don't you just ask your Dad?"

Nico gave the Man of Steel a hard look. Clark actually shuddered. "I have never known my father, my guess is that he is dead. My Mother has been dead since I was a very young boy, I can barely remember her. And my older sister, who has taken care of me my entire life, has just passed away as well. Who would you recommend I ask for information, Mr. Kent?"

"I'm sorry…I…I" Clark stammered. Lois had a frown on her face.

"It's fine," Nico responded hastily. "I just…I really need to figure all this out. It could explain so much…" the boy trailed off, looking out the window. "Anyway, I don't want to take too much of your time, but here's my number and my Mother's name. If you have time, or whatever, please look into it." He met each other their eyes and Clark could see the confusion and pain in them.

"Have a nice day," Nico said before exiting, leaving behind a pair of slightly shocked reporters.

"That was…interesting," Lois commented before sitting back at her desk. Clark nodded as he put the index card with a cell number and a name, Maria di Angelo, into his desk drawer. Maybe if he had time later…

"Lane! Clark! Bizarro's in Downtown Metropolis! Get there ASAP!"

"On it Perry!" the two called as they raced out the door.

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"Conner? What are you doing in Metropolis?" Superman muttered to himself. "Aren't you supposed to be in California with the Teen Titans?"

The Man of Steel was perched on a building—pulling a Batman a voice in his head said—as he looked down at a teenager who looked exactly like his "cousin".

Dark haired, fair-skinned, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with a Superman logo on it; could it be Kon-El? He was holding hands with a blonde girl, but it didn't really look like Cassie. Superman was unable to ponder for long, when a metalloid monster came charging at the couple—Metallo.

"Superboy!" the villain with the kryptonite heart screeched and he raced toward the boy. Superman flew down just time to see the boy get sent flying into a wall.

"Percy!" the blonde yelled in fear. Superman froze—this was Conner. This was a human, a fragile and breakable human. He had to get to him before anything happened.

The dust cleared and Superman was shocked to see the teenage boy—Percy—walking only slightly unsteadily toward the monster. Superman had no idea how the boy did not have a single bruise or mark on his body.

"Listen, while I'm honored, I'm not Superboy," Percy told Metallo, who paid no heed and began to attack the boy again. Superman was too in shock to do anything but notice that the boy wasn't getting hurt—and that was impossible!

Percy pulled out a sword from nowhere and stabbed it right through Metallo's heart. The villain would be fine, just indisposed for a little while. Superman rubbed his eyes, not believing what he had just seen.

"This shirt was a really bad idea Annabeth," Percy told the blonde girl and Superman landed behind the two of them, unnoticed. "I didn't even realize how much I looked like Superboy."

"I wanted to show you you're my hero," Annabeth replied huggin him. "And Nico said red-on-black looked better that the red-on-blue."

"So this is all Nico's fault?" Percy teased, a huge grin on his face.

"Definitely," Annabeth replied.

"Let's head back to Camp so I can send his butt to Tartus," Percy joked. Annabeth nodded in agreement.

"Do you need assistance getting anywhere?" Superman spoke and the hero noticed how Percy's hand went to his pocket at the unsuspected sound.

"No, we're good thanks," the girl responded. "Have a nice day!" she called over her shoulder as the two of them walked away.

"He was nothing compared to Kronos," Superman heard Percy boasting jokingly as the couple left behind an extremely confused Kryptonian.

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