AN: Why? I still have two other stories to finish T_T but I couldn't not do this one. A YJAMEME.

Basically the anons wanted a Mix and match protege/Mentor. IE: If Robin was Flash's protege instead of Wally. Or that M'gann's was Superman's.

So me being me, had a plot bunny. This be it. No idea how long it'll be.

Abandoned Cargo

He's never been to the surface before but his Mater promised this trip,saying she had always wanted to show it to him. It had been hard at first and bright. Loud too. He's never heard the ocean like this before.

Smiling brightly, he hunts for clam shells along the shore until the sun began to set and thus looks around for his Mater.

Only, he can't find her.

He looks and looks, up and down the shoreline for her but was hesitant to return to the ocean. He doesn't remember how they even came to be here.

So he finally decides to wait for her. Surely she'll be back.

Right?

That thought alone keeps the young boy from bursting out in tears. Dipping his pale head, he waits.

Clark had utterly no intention of being on this side of the coast. In fact, he had been pinned with it by his editor and couldn't worm his way out. Especially with such low activities in crime at the moment, there was hardly anything for 'Superman' to do that was news worthy.

So, a report on the seasonal habits of very low interesting animal- seriously, who would want to read about seagulls?- had him there walking along the mostly empty beach away from the usual crowded ones. Actually, now that he thinks of it, he doesn't mind so much.

It's almost refreshing.

At least until he sees a small boy hesitantly moving back and forth from the shore to the water's edge in time with the tides. Clark smiles a little but then frowns trying to see where the child's parents were.

Having not found them, he moves closer thinking maybe he should talk to him when the child dives under the water.

At first he wasn't concern but then when the child didn't surface after a few minutes, Clark panics. He kicks off his shoes and glasses before running into the water, diving when it was deep enough. He could hold his breath for an extremely long time- that he knew. So it shouldn't be hard to find the child.

Seeing the child float in front him- not even a yard off- Clark sped up his pace reaching for him. God, how did this child get so deep in this water so fast?

In either case, he grabs a hold of him-secretly relieved that the squirming told him that the child was alive somehow- swimming as slow- yet quickly somehow- as he can to the surface breaking the crest and wades to the shoreline.

"Are you alright?" He blinks the water droplets away with his blue eyes focusing on very light colored eyes.

Light colored eyes that held fright, webbed hands that clung tightly to the wet shirt and gills that flared as if underwater still.

Clark had no way of knowing that this was one of the most important meetings he'll ever have in his lifetime.