The news of Zod's message played late into the night, the major networks covering it over and over again, trying to analyze every single word that Zod said, seeing if there was a meaning behind his madness.

Momma couldn't pull herself away from it, watching it with a Mother's intensity, struggling inwards with a roller coaster of emotions, most importantly with the feeling that she was unable to protect her son, her miracle child.

I attempted to put my mind off It, focusing on my homework, only to find it was quite hard to focus on homework when aliens threating not only your planet but your brother as well.

I gave up, going upstairs, going to his room, quietly opening the door.

Clark was lying on his bed, his face turned away from the door.

Momma said that when Daddy died, Clark did the same thing for almost a week, Before Granny Clark pulled him off the bed, ran a comb through his hair, and forced him into a suit and tie, telling him that's what Daddy would have wanted.

"Clark?" I asked, my voice going off.

Clark didn't respond, so I tip-toed into the room, sitting on the other side of the bed, from him.

"C-Clark?" I asked again, patting his shoulder.

Clark turned, a surprised look on his face. "Bea? What's, what's up?"

"Well for starters, aliens from your home planet are threating ours."

"You mean yours," Clark said a solemn voice.

"Well, I like to think it's yours too." I tell him, playing with my hands as I speak, "I mean, you do live here, don't you?"

Clark nodded for a moment before sitting up to look at me.

"What do you think, Bea, of this? Of everything?"

I shrugged, looking back at my brother. "I…I don't trust Zod."

"But what about Earth?"

"I…I don't know."

I get up, nervously pacing as I try and tell him what I'm feeling.

"Clark…for as long I can remember, you've been the person I've aspired to be."

"Bea-" Clark sighed, attempting to interrupt me.

"No, Clark, let me say what I gotta say. All I ever wanted, was for you to find answers, answers to questions you have spent my entire life looking for. Answers even I wasn't sure existed. But I also wanted to protect you, because, that's what Daddy wanted."

At this point, both Clark and I were near tears, crying over a man that hasn't been alive for nearly twenty years.

"And now you got answers, but at what cost!" I asked, sitting back down on the bed next to Clark. "I mean, what will Zod do to you? I just got my brother back, and now I'm going to lose him again."

At this point, my vision began to get blurry, my tears blocking my field of vision. Clark, his eyes tearing up as well, held me close, letting me able to blubber incoherently.

"I-I-I Just wanted-d-d to Protect-t-t you." I hiccupped to him.

"I know, I know," Clark tried to coo at me, "But who's going to protect you?" he asked.

I grabbed onto his shirt, digging my head into his chest, letting me cry into him.

I felt his hand on the back of my hand, his fingers running over my locks of hair.

After a while, I stopped crying, my breathing returning to normal.

"What are you going to do?" I asked after a while. Clark paused before answering. "I don't know."

We sat in silence before Clark asked something. "Do you remember when you were younger, and you couldn't sleep?"

"Not really?" I was surprised by this because I could usually remember little events like this.

"They were usually far and in-between. Little memories. One time you tried to jump in while Lana was in the bed with me."

"I wouldn't do that," I said in an accusatory tone. "You liar!"

"Well, that's right. It wasn't Lana. It was a different girl." I looked up and Clark smiled at me, trying to let me know it was okay to laugh if I wanted too.

"What happened next?"

"Well, usually I could move you out of the room, get you a thing of juice, and you'd be back asleep by the time I showed up with juice."

"No wonder Momma stopped buying apple juice," I muttered. "Was that it?"

"Most of the time. But sometimes you would want a story."

"What type of story?"

"Usually the one about how you were born."

"Why?"

"No idea. So, I would tell you how Ma and Dad were surprised when you showed up but grew to love you. You were early, but okay."

"Really?"

"Of course not, they thought you were going to die."

Clark lays down on the bed, I snuggle up to him, still holding me close.

"Did… Did Daddy know I was going to live?"

Clark paused, causing me to look up, wondering why he paused. "Or did he…did he die thinking I was gonna already be there?" my voice quivered as I asked.

"I…I like to think he knew. I remember the night you were born, how he came home at like two in the morning, he's sitting on the couch with his beer and sandwich. I come downstairs and I make a sandwich and he gives me a beer and we're sitting there and he's going through how Mom's in ICU, and you're being strapped to all this stuff because they're not sure if you're going to live. And he just looks at me with this smirk. He didn't say anything but, I like to think he knew."

Clark holds me close, letting me smile for a little bit. My eyes begin to feel heavy, a lull of sleep coming over me.

"Clark?" I ask.

"Yeh?"

"I…I kinda like that reporter lady."

"Lois?"

"Yeh, Lois."

Clark slightly chuckled, letting silence fall between us. "I…I like her too."

When I was younger, Clark would leave in the early morning, before I would wake. The night before would have tired me out beyond compared, usually because we would have done something that would have tired me out so. Sometimes we would go into one of the other cities, catch a movie, eating our body weight in popcorn and candy during the trailers.

Sometimes he would take me to an arcade, where we would play for hours, before driving home with the windows down, the music blasting in the quiet night sky as he drove.

Or even, Momma would make a really nice dinner, usually Fried Chicken and Homemade Rolls that would melt in your mouth. And we would sit around the kitchen and talk and laugh for hours upon hours, empty plates in front of us, the contents on said plates having long since been devoured.

No matter what, when I would wake up the next day, Clark would have long since been gone.

I was told the reason behind it was him not wanting to say goodbye, because it would feel like he would never see us again, even though we all knew we would.

Later on, I found out that wasn't the case. Apparently, when I was younger, I used to have such a bad reaction to him leaving, both he and Momma decided that it would be better for him to leave before I woke up, so as to not make me upset at his departure.

As I Say that, I have to add that I would know when Clark would say goodbye to me. I never really connected it to him

He would come in, kiss the top of my forehead, pat my cheek and be on his way. No words, no promises of further adventures together. Just a simple parting between two siblings.

And like most times, I heard him moving around, various clothes being rustled around. I woke up, and by waking up I mean stretching and moaning.

"You should get some sleep." I heard him say. I opened one eye to look at him. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself.

I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes to get the sleep out of it. "What time is it, I'm going to miss my-"

"I want you to stay here until I get the Zod thing figured out." his was serious, commanding. As though he was a father talking to his children, rather than an overprotective older brother trying to boss a younger sister around.

I look up at Clark, who is standing in front of his closet mirror, adjusting a full-on blue body suit. "As far as I know, this is the safest place for you and Ma to be. Promise me you won't leave. Bea?"

He turns to look at me, motioning with his hands towards himself.

"Thoughts?"

"You look like you belong to Cirque du Soleil."

Clark chuckles. "My thoughts exactly."

The suit was a dark blue, which seemed like a tight fit on him, like a chainmail style wetsuit, something that seemed unfamiliar, almost alien to my human eyes. Clark completed the outfit with crimson red boots and cape.

I got up, running my hand over the large red S on his chest.

"Why is there an S here?" I asked him.

"It's my name, my traditional name. Kal-El. El means…hope."

"That's a fun fact."

"Yes. Another one is this is actually Kryptonian underwear."

I removed my hand quickly, wiping it on my pants. Clark chuckles at this. "I should probably lead with that next time."

"Or not mention it. That's probably the better option." I look at Clark. "Why the outfit."

"It's a gift from my father, my birth father. I don't have any of my planets traditional robes, so I'm stuck with this. I figured if I'm to meet with Zod today, then, I should show up in something from Krypton, let him know, I'm a man of two worlds."

"So, you're surrendering to him?"

"Not exactly. I'm going to the government first. They'll likely hand me over to Zod, and I'll take it from there."

Clark looked at me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"I need to do this." He said, attempting to hide his emotions behind his baby blue eyes. I nodded. "Just promise me, that you'll come home safe."

"I will."

Clark got a twinkle in his eye as he looked at me.

"I discovered a new power on my journey."

"What?"

"Bea, ever seen a Man fly?"