A/N: This story was inspired by the incredibly talented Misslane's video Earth 53. Look it up on youtube if you haven't already seen it. (This does not follow 100% to that video but it was the inspiration to make Kara the daughter of Lois and Clark.) FYI, I don't update often due to my schedule and a multitude of other reasons. If you have questions on this verse I have created, feel free to ask. And remember, comments are love.

Prologue - 26 Years Ago

Lois stared up at the solar system mobile In Clark's childhood bedroom while she laid on his bed, tears rolling down the sides of her face. She just couldn't bear to be down stairs, to see him lying there in the casket and having all those people tell her how sorry they were for her loss. There were just certain things she couldn't handle, not that she thought there was much of anything else someone could say to ease the ache in her chest. Three short knocks on the door alerted her to someone else's presence and as the door opened she sat up. Clark's mother smiled sadly. "Hi," she said coming into the room. The redhead wiped the stray tears from her face. The steady stream had slowed significantly but the stains remained. She looked toward the older woman, Martha was holding a package and looking down at it and stroking it fondly with her thumbs.

"Clark had this sent here so he could surprise you," she handed the manila envelope the Lois. Tears pooled in her eyes as Martha cupped her cheek and the redhead covered the aging hand with her own as the tears slipped down her cheek once more.

Clark's mother caught the sob that threatened to burst from her mouth with her hand. Lois squeezed the hand that had been on her cheek moments ago and let the woman leave so she could grieve. Martha shut the door leaving her alone once more. Lois turned the package over a few times in her hands, wondering what it was, before she opened it.

A velvet bag was inside and her breath caught in her throat. Her thumbs ran over the smooth fabric, more tears threatened to fall. Her chest tightened. She took a breath and pulled apart the drawstring. A ring slipped out and landed in the redhead's palm. She picked it up between her thumb and forefinger and stared at it, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. It was a small princess cut solitaire set into a white gold band. It was simple but elegant. She curled her fingers around it in a tight grip and brought it to her chest allowing a choked sob to emit from her chest as she bowed her head.

She sat there until it was time to walk with Clark's casket to the family plot. Part of her wasn't sure she should put the ring on, part of her didn't want the reminder that he was gone on her finger. Lois stepped out onto the porch and gasped. The cold November Kansas air was biting. She pulled the lapels of her overcoat tighter and crossed her arms over her chest. The procession was gathered just outside the house and she had never seen so many people gathered for a funeral except for maybe the funeral held in Washington for Superman, but that casket was empty. She walked by people she knew and people she didn't; people Clark had helped or touched in some way in this small town or the surrounding areas. Lois took a deep breath and took her place next to Martha ignoring the pain shooting through her chest.

The three-person band behind them started to play Amazing Grace as a melodic voice sang the words. She felt her body erupt in goosebumps and shivered. The woman's voice was hauntingly beautiful with a soulful country twang. Her vision blurred, they played the same song at Superman's funeral only with bagpipes. When the tanks fired, she had flinched, she expected taps but not canons. Each blow seemed louder than the last. The roar of fighter jets boomed overhead. It was all so crazy and overwhelming for her but she had an inexplicable need to cover it for the Planet. When Perry asked her, she almost said no, but the reporter in her couldn't let anyone else do it.

She heard that Metropolis held a candlelight vigil in front of the monument they erected. She hadn't gone, she wasn't able to, but she pictured the entire park filled to the brim. She supposed that the world didn't know how to honor him. Clark the reporter was easy. They would do what they did for any ordinary boy from a small Kansas town. But the Man of Steel? He was more than a hero. He was more than a soldier. It wasn't until Martha squeezed her hand that she was broken out of her musings and she could see the cornfields again instead of the cold harsh lines of the city.

They approached the plot and took their places. Lois stood on the far side accepting what little strength Martha could offer her as the casket was put in place next to Jonathan Kent. Clark had told her the story of how his father had died. It broke her heart. He gave everything so his son could live a normal life. Clark had felt guilty for the longest time and she did her best to listen and offer him strength and advice. Jonathan would have never wanted Clark to blame himself.

The redhead fingered the ring in her pocket debating with herself as they approached the large cemetery. She eventually took it out and slide it on to her finger. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Clark's mother had smiled. Lois returned the smile before getting lost in thought again. She barely heard the pastor as he spoke, only managing to catch a few words here and there as the service dragged on. She was thinking of time they spent together. Their first date, when Clark had taken her to the tallest building in Metropolis to watch the sun come up. They had been on assignment together covering the elections and had been up all night as the results came in. It was one of her favorite moments. The first time he had taken her flying and hadn't saved her life before hand, she had felt the adrenaline rush as the wind whipped her hair and she tightened her hold around his neck. He laughed with his nose in her hair and she yelled at him for not watching where he was going. The time he came home and crawled into the tub with her with all of his clothes on. The last time he said 'I love you' to her, he gazed into her eyes and told her she was his world. There was a time when he didn't believe he belonged on Earth, but he always insisted that she made him feel human. She believed in him and not just as Superman. She never saw him as the hero he was. To her, he was simply Clark, his superhero persona was a way to keep those he loved safe. God. The way he looked at her when he said goodbye, his blue eyes shining with unshed tears. She knew as soon as he uttered those words to her what his plan was. That he was going to sacrifice himself. She had watched in horror as he took the spear and ran the monster through with it and the monster had impaled him in return. She couldn't believe it. That this was how he would die. Lois jolted back to reality when Martha swayed and she held steady to catch her weight against the redhead's side.

They were lowering the casket.

She felt a sharp shooting pain all over her chest and her heart broke as the top of the pine lid disappeared into the ground. "The dead shall live. My slain shall rise again. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust. For thy dew is like the dew of the morning. And the earth shall give birth to her dead," the pastor finished and the people began to disperse silently.

She held the older woman until Martha looked at her, tears still flowing freely. "Take as long as you need," she said shakily and accepted the pastor's arm to walk her back. She briefly watched her would be mother in law leave before returning her attention to the hole in the ground, grateful to be left alone in her grief. She heard the horse neigh and the carriage start to pull away but didn't look up. Her focus was solely on the man who would forever hold her heart. Lois twirled the ring around her finger as the wind blew around her. She wanted to do something to honor Clark in her own way.

The reporter looked around until her eyes landed on the dirt that had once been where Clark now laid and began walking toward it. She bent down and grabbed a handful before returning to her post. She stood there just holding the cool dirt in her hands before slowly allowing the sprinkles to slip through her palm. She paused and held her hand there as if not realizing it was empty. A lone tear fell down her left cheek and she turned as she shoved her hands in her pockets and walked back toward the house.

The next few weeks went by in a blur. She returned to Metropolis but things simply weren't the same. The world had seemed to lose its luster and her ambition had gone with it. All she saw around her was cold dark grey surfaces. Even in the bright light of the morning, she could hardly see clearly. The apartment seemed empty without Clark's warm smile and energetic nature. She missed everything about him and living in their shared space became too much for her. It wasn't until Perry had told, not asked, her to take a sabbatical that she even considered taking additional time off. So, she went home and spent time with her family and only came back when she could no longer stand to hear them ask if she was okay.

Then, one Thursday afternoon she got sick. The reporter threw up constantly and could hardly keep anything down. She thought it was just a stomach bug, that it would pass in a few days, but it hadn't. And then, the cravings came. She craved things she would never have eaten before, things that would have ordinarily made her gag, things like pizza with anchovies and pineapple or chocolate covered bacon. The smell of fish and pickles sent her running to the bathroom with her hand clasped tightly over her mouth no matter the time of day. Which very quickly lead her to this moment where she sat on the bathroom toilet staring at the white stick in her hands with two pink lines.

She was pregnant.