You're All I've Got
Summary: Nearly a year after Superman's near death everything is routine. Clark works while Superman saves lives, Lois struggles with her feelings, and Jason starts the first grade. So, how does a teenage girl on Clark's doorstep, an arson in Gotham City, Jimmy's new neighbor, and a new girl in school change it all?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC's... It kinda sucks...
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A/N: We are finally here. The last chapter. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. It's been a long road and I appreciate everyone who traveled it with me. I hope this chapter lives up to the rest of the story; I certainly think it does.
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"Former Playboy becomes a father for the Fourth Time
The Gotham Gazette offers its sincerest congratulations to reformed Playboy Bruce Wayne and his wife of nearly nine years, Lana Lang Wayne, the head of the Archives Department at Wayne Enterprises, in the birth of their fourth child. Justine Kaitlyn Martha Wayne was born at 3:47 a.m. yesterday morning, weighing in at 7 lbs 8 oz and measuring 18.5 inches long, at Gotham General Hospital after an easy six hour labor. Justine joins two older brothers, 4 year old Christopher Alfred Wayne and 7 year old Andrew Thomas Wayne, and a 15 year old sister Ginger Rebecca Lang Wayne, Mrs. Wayne's daughter from a previous relationship whom Mr. Wayne adopted following their marriage."
Ginger folded the newspaper, sighing, and threw it at the door of bedroom, "Do you have a problem with the article?"
"Yeah, Jason, I do." Ginger replied bitterly as her best friend plopped down on the chair in front of her desk. She paced in front of him, "Every time I'm mentioned, I'm the 'adopted daughter.' I know my dad adopted me, but I'm still his daughter and that's all anyone needs to know."
"I know, Ginger." Jason said, standing and wrapping his arms around Ginger's shoulders, "But your dad looks at you as his daughter and you look at him as your father. That's all that really matters." Ginger huffed, "Relax and don't let it get to you."
Ginger nodded, a silent agreement to try, and pulled out of Jason's embrace. He could have kept her in it, as the majority of his powers had manifested, but he wasn't going to, "I have to go get the mail. Alfred's not going to do it because he's still trying to convince Mom and Dad to let him "help out" with Justine."
Jason laughed. Alfred's type of helping out was vastly different than most peoples, especially when it came to children who were less than forty-eight hours old. Looking out of Ginger's bedroom window, he saw a massive huddle of reporters and paparazzi around the gate, "Isn't it sad that you'll also have to face reporters?"
Nodding, Ginger replied, "They'll be gone in a couple of weeks. Once Justine isn't bank enough." Ginger cringed. She never liked that she and her siblings were bankable, "Be right back." Jason nodded as Ginger left the room and started down towards the front door.
On her way towards the front door, Ginger passed her little brother Christopher "acquiring" cookies from the kitchen. She called him on it and asked her what their parents would think of such actions and he offered her one to not say anything. Ginger accepted, but told him not to do it again, and continued on her way. She finished her cookie before she exited the door.
The reporters began clamoring once they saw her. She greeted them sweetly, something that she had learned made them a little less persistent, and asked them as a group how they were. Not really paying them any mind after that, Ginger walked over to the wall that the gate was connected to and pulled open the dual sided mailbox to get the mail. The mailbox was an ingenious invention that Thomas Wayne had come up with when reporters had first become a hassle. It was deep and on an angle so that the mailman could put letters in, but they fell downwards so that no pesky snoops could grab hold and look through. The letters were easily attainable from inside the gate so that someone on the inside, usually Alfred, could get them.
Ginger had easily ignored the reporters until one of them shouted out, "Ginger, how's the baby?"
Rolling her eyes internally and looking through the letters, Ginger replied, "Y'know. She eats, she sleeps, she cries, she poops… I'm guessing that's how all babies roll, though." Looking up from the letters, she smiled, "Bye."
It took mere minutes for Ginger to get back into Wayne Manor, drop off the mail, and return to her room. Jason was waiting patiently on her couch with a smile on his face. Ginger gave him a questioning glance, "She eats, she sleeps, she cries, she poops? That was one of the most eloquent screw-off's that I've ever heard."
"Super hearing." Ginger mumbled, pulling off the jacket of her tracksuit. She had always known the truth about her father, Jason, Clark, and Mylie, so nothing surprised her. She was glad that she knew. She didn't like secrets and had her best friend had to keep one from her, she would have been devastated. Without much thought, Ginger crossed over to her couch and laid down with her head in Jason's lap, "I have a headache." She murmured.
Taking that as a hint, though it was more likely just a complaint, Jason began massaging Ginger's temples gently, "Better?"
"Uh-huh." Ginger replied faintly as Jason began pulling away. Ginger's hand shot up and grabbed his arm, "That doesn't mean stop!" Jason chuckled and continued. His childhood crush on her hadn't faded despite the fact that they were the best of friends. If anything, that fact had only amplified his feelings. This thought made him groan, "What?"
Shaking his head, Jason replied, "Nothing." He searched quickly for a way to change the subject. He found one quickly, with the aid of his super hearing, and chuckled. Ginger looked at him strangely, "Oh, sorry. Your dad is ranting to your mom. He's not sure how he feels about us being in here together with the door closed."
Groaning, Ginger shook her head, "Jeez, he's been on a freak-out kick lately. It's like the closer I get to sixteen, the closer he gets to a mental breakdown." She shook her head again, "I guess that's dads for you."
"I wouldn't know." Jason said, "We have different worries in the Kent-Lane household."
"Like making sure that you don't break something like a car… Or… Building." The two friends laughed for a long while before a beeping interrupted them. Ginger was immediately somber, "Great… Time for another shot." She groaned as she stood up and turned off her beeper.
"I'll help." Jason offered. He often helped Ginger with her insulin shots when neither of her parents were available. She admitted openly that she was unable to inflict pain on herself and counted her shots as one of the worst things that she had to do. Ginger thanked him and pulled out the tiny purse that he had that contained her insulin. For years, Ginger carried around the same purse, but it eventually fell apart and was no longer repairable. She hadn't been happy but she'd found solace in a new purse that Jason had given her for her fourteenth birthday. It was the one that she held in her hands.
Taking the purse from her, Jason followed his self-made procedure and, in no time flat, the worst was over, "Thanks."
"No problem." Jason replied before catching a glimpse of a rather large scratch on her elbow, "Wowza, what happened there?"
Looking down, Ginger shook her head, "What, that? It's nothing. For some reason I've been really klutzy over the past few days. It's weird, I've never been klutzy before but now I just keep falling everywhere… Low blood sugar probably. It's been felling like it."
Chuckling, Jason promised, "Well, I'll catch you next time." Ginger smiled, "You know that I'm always here to catch you when you fall." Smiling even broader, Ginger hugged Jason and he hugged her back.
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Sighing, Donovan rolled his eyes. He loved his mother dearly, he really did, but sometimes she just made him want to pull his hair out, "Mother!" He interrupted the rant that she was giving him over the phone, "We've had this conversation a million times before. I'm not asking Mylie to marry me. Why not? Haven't you ever heard the phrase "if it ain't broke, don't fix it"? It applies to us because we are fine being together without a piece of paper telling us that we love each other." Groaning, Donovan looked around for some excuse to hang up, "Mom, I have to go. I'm on a deadline, Mom, you know that. Yeah, I'll talk to you later. Goodbye."
Grateful to finally be free of his mother's need to marry him off, Donovan walked from the living room to his study, sat down at his computer, and began typing. During his freshman year in college, Donovan discovered a love of writing and ten years and a football injury later he was a bestselling author. He was nearly finished with his newest book, the third in what would eventually be a series of five, and he couldn't wait to be finished. He loved doing what he did, but the actual writing and the tours that went along with the release of the books took him away from Mylie. Sure, she could fly to wherever he was, but she had her own things to deal with. Being Supergirl, for instance.
Like so many times before, Donovan got completely lost in his writing. He wasn't sure how long he had been at his computer before Mylie got home, but when he finally got up, he realized that she was standing in the doorway of his study, smiling at him, "Hey. When did you get home?" He asked walking over to her and kissing her before she could answer.
Once he was done, Mylie was finally able to say, "Not long. Just about five minutes or so." Donovan nodded and hugged her. She looked exhausted, "Ugh… Five break-ins at five different Nuclear Power plants in three weeks. Clark and I have an evil mastermind on bent on destroying the world on our hands."
"That's okay." Donovan replied, "You'll figure everything out."
Mylie smiled, "Thanks, Baby." She sighed, "Jeez, I'm starving." She looked at her watch, "Hayden's coming over tonight… In 20 minutes. What are we going put together in 20 minutes?"
Shaking his head, Donovan replied, "Don't worry about it. I've had stuff working since this morning. We're having Lamb Shanks and vegetables and other things. I've got everything covered."
Mylie looked at him lovingly, "You're on a deadline, yet you still find time to baby me."
"You're worth it." Donovan replied, earning him another kiss.
The kiss went on for a while until, "Hey! None of that!" rang throughout the living room.
Donovan chuckled, "You heard her, didn't you?" Mylie nodded innocently and turned. Hayden was standing next to the couch, one hand on her hip and one scratching an elderly Streaky behind the ears, "Hey sis."
"What's up?" She asked, but didn't wait for an answer before adding, "Where's the food." Donovan and Mylie laughed, but showed her towards the kitchen. The dining room was only used on holidays unless someone that wasn't family came over.
Donovan was pulling out plates and silverware while Mylie got the food out of the oven. It seemed normal enough other than the fact that she doing so with her bare hands. Donovan and Hayden had long since gotten used to her doing things like that. Hayden sat down at the large island in the middle of the kitchen while Donovan and Mylie set everything up.
Once they had everything set and they had begun eating, Donovan asked, "Have either of you two heard from Anastasia lately?"
The two girls shook her head and Mylie replied, "No, she's had so much on her plate. I mean, with her husband leaving her and everything. He left her alone with two little kids and a Gymnastics school to run, so I didn't expect her to get a hold of us."
"Neither did I." Hayden replied sadly, "Jeez, I wish there was something that we could do, but she won't let us." She sighed. She was currently single, but she didn't know how she felt about it. Relationships were just so confusing. There were relationships like the couple in front of her, her parent, the Wayne's, and the Kent-Lane's that she wished hers would end up like, but she also knew that those couples were lucky. Anastasia had been with her husband for six years, they had started up and Gymnastics school in Moscow, and they had had a son and a daughter (who were three and five) before he left her for one of her barely legal students. She didn't want any of her relationships to end like that, but some of them had come close. The last civil breakup she had had was with Victor Chance. They'd dated for nearly a year, but found themselves better as friends. They both agreed and were still friends. She had had plenty of boyfriend's since then, but they'd all been jerks.
A deep sigh from Hayden prompted Mylie to change the subject, "Hey, did you guys hear the good news?"
"Could you be more specific, dear?" Donovan asked.
Mylie stuck her tongue out at him and replied, "The good news about Brady… Oops, I mean 'Oz'. Have you heard the good news about him?"
"No." The siblings replied together. As they always did when they spoke in unison, Hayden and Donovan squinted their eyes and glared at each other.
Shaking her head, Mylie requested, "Don't do that." They stopped and looked at her, "Anyway, Oz and his girlfriend are pregnant again." Hayden gasped excitedly while Donovan merely smiled, "Yeah, I swear she must be about read to pop. You can tell just by looking at her. He seems over the so moon; it's really sweet."
"How many kids do they have?" Donovan asked.
"Two, dipshit." Hayden replied, "Twins remember? They're a little bit younger than Christopher." Donovan glared at her and went back to his lamb. Hayden smiled as she went back to hers. Oz was a great guy and he deserved to have a good life. She and Mylie (who was, of course, acting as Supergirl) gave the police their utmost confidence him when he started dating Laurel. They told the police not to move him or interfere in the relationship because he would never tell her about his identity crisis. He cared far too much for her safety to do that. Neither were sure if he had done as they said, but if he had told her then no one else knew about it.
Eventually their talk went to more trivial matters. Sitting in the kitchen of the Sullivan's penthouse, the trio chatted and made plans to spend more time together. There were no interruptions during the meal, but just as all of the leftover food was placed in the large refrigerator and the dishes were being prepared to go in the dishwasher, Mylie groaned.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Donovan asked.
"A robbery in progress." She told him, "I'll see you guys later." She added, kissing Donovan on the cheek and gently punching Hayden in the shoulder. Before either sibling could blink, Mylie had transformed into Supergirl and was flying out of the large kitchen window.
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Superman quickly returned to his normal self, entered the elevator atop the Daily Planet, and rode it down. It didn't take long, as he was only going to the top floor, but Clark was glad when he got out. Lois was sitting at her desk, her shoulders scrunched up to her ears, working on a story. Clark smiled as he walked towards his desk, which was situated so that he was facing his wife and so that to his right was none other than Hayden Granville.
As he passed Lois, Clark dipped down and said, "Careful, dear, you're losing your neck." Lois swatted at him unsuccessfully, causing him to laugh as he sat down. He could tell, though, that she was circling her shoulders in an attempt to loosen them up.
"Where's Jason?" Lois asked, not looking up from her story.
"You need to ask?" Clark replied, pulling up his latest story and typing as fast as he could without anyone noticing. Lois chuckled and shook her head. It was obvious to both of them that Jason still harbored feelings for Ginger.
As she typed, Lois lowered her voice and asked, "So what happened?"
"Oil rig blowout in Alaska and a robbery in progress in Sydney." Clark replied just as quiet, "Mylie handled the robbery, I went to Alaska."
Lois nodded and continued typing, "Did you hear the news?" She asked, her voice normal.
"About Richard?" Clark asked; Lois nodded, "Of course. Perry's been shouting it from the rooftops now that he's allowed to." Lois chuckled. She and Clark silently agreed that they should send a gift of some sort. The news that Richard and Angel had gotten married was long coming. They'd invited no one to the festivities but Perry and Angel's parents and had sworn the three to secrecy until after the wedding. No one was quite sure why they had proceeded that way, but no one questioned it. Clark and Lois decided that it was probably for time and energies sake. The newlyweds had very little of it, what with having most of it going to six month old Maria Therese, affectionately known as Tessie.
Clark finished the rest of his story, saved it, and was printing it out just as Hayden walked in, "Hey Hayden."
"Hi Clark, Lois." Lois waved up from her story. Hayden looked over at Lois's story, "There aren't any "f's" in "philanthropist", Lois." Lois growled and backspaced as Hayden placed her briefcase on her chair.
"How was dinner?" Clark asked, taking his story off of the printer.
"Good. Donovan cooked." Hayden replied as she stuck a portable drive into her computer and waited for it to install, "He's gotten really good since he got with Mylie. I never thought it would happen considering Donovan was known to screw up instant Mashed Potatoes before that."
Clark chuckled as Hayden accessed the portable drive and pulled up the latest addition of her advice column, "How's Mylie?"
"You didn't see her?"
Shaking his head, Clark replied, "No. She was in Sydney, I was in Alaska."
"Oh…" Hayden replied, printing out her column, "She's good. A little stressed, but that's to be expected." Clark nodded, knowing that she was talking about the break-ins at the Nuclear Power plants. It was hard not to have heard about that catastrophe waiting to happen. Hayden pulled out her portable drive, closed down her computer, and pulled her column off of the printer, "See you tomorrow." She said, taking her column to Perry.
Looking over at Lois, Clark felt a strange urge to say something to her, "Lois?" Lois looked up, "I love you."
Smiling confusedly, Lois replied, "I love you too, honey." She then went back to her story.