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Mysteries of Life
The Mystery of Carter Grant

Carter Grant was running, fearing for his life.

No, it weren't the bullies that were chasing after him that had him running, almost as if his life depended on it. What was more, he wasn't even breaking a sweat, and he was honestly trying his best to control his speed but, he was afraid. Afraid that they would hit him, afraid that they would figure out he was different, that his constitution was stronger than normal, that a hit from them could be potentially more harmful to them than to him. He had been trying, as best as he could, to lower it to the normal degree he knew, but it was getting harder and harder to do.

Finally, they desisted, and if they hadn't well, they would have finally learned how really weird he was.

"G-gwah!" He choked on air as he stumbled down, holding tight on to his head as though trying to keep it on. "Waaah!"

The pain was strong, but he was going to manage it, like he always did.

"Lois?"

The voice was one the strawberry blonde wasn't used to hearing if it wasn't insulting, condescending, or another kind of bitter rivalry. No, this was the sound of her mentor, the girl who helped her throughout college, just to start hopping from newspaper to newspaper, news station to news station, and by the time she finally managed to land a job as Perry White's assistant, Lois was already getting involved in important news.

It began as teasing remarks that these turned into biting ones and soon, their tender relation turned into the rivalry it was destined to become, in the aim for them to become even better journalists. Cat Grant wouldn't admit it but, once she finally got that gossip column, it wasn't long before she had her own TV show talking to celebrities. So while they mended their relation, they still kept it up to push each other.

But when things were incredibly tense for each other, they put their differences aside and simply resumed their previous relation. "Cat?" Like a couple of years ago, when she confided she wanted to have a child with Clark a few after Cat had her own child, Adam. "Are you okay? What is it?"

"Lois, I'm pregnant," she whispered, truly scared for some reason; it was the only reason why the younger woman hadn't tried to make some kind of remark.

"I can sense there's more to this than just that," Lois began, feeling troubled.

"I haven't had sex," Cat confided, "in like, years."

The reddish-blonde couldn't even say anything to hurt her former mentor, even if she knew that if things had been the other way around, Cat would have taken her chance and made some kind of remark. Still, she wasn't going to do something to hurt the other woman because, despite everything, she cared, she truly and deeply cared for the blonde. It was also worrisome, and unless they had another messiah, things would get messy.

"Cat, it's going to be fine."

"No, it's not," there were tears about to be shed from hazel eyes, Lois could tell that much, "this child should have a father, should have a role model to follow and not just me."

"Cat, you and your little one, you'll both have me, and Clark, and Lana," the comfort in her voice was soothing, "and this time, you can have them in your life. Unlike Adam."

"I still regret my decision."

"It wasn't your choice," they had had that conversation before, "it was, truly, out of your hands.

"Cat, I don't want you doubting yourself, and I know that things are going to be harder for you and your baby, but right now you can fully take care of your new child," she whispered, voice soothing, "how far along are you?"

"I know this is going to sound weird, Lo, but I know, this child, I just conceived him," Cat whispered back, fear evident, "I just conceived this child, and I'm sure it's a baby boy."

"And what will you name him?" Lois asked, voice tender and soft, smiling even if it was seemingly impossible.

"Carter . . . ."

"Oh Kitten, that's a beautiful name," the strawberry-blonde sighed, smiling at the love of her life who was listening in, "Clark wants you to know that yes, he'll be there to be the boy's father."

"Thank you," she whispered across the line, "thank you."

They disconnected the line, but by then it was too late for the little blonde who appeared from behind the brunet man. Little Kara heard that voice, and fell in love with the owner of said voice.

By the time Carter managed to get his senses under control, he felt anguish and pain over his overwhelmed senses. Hyper-vigilance, that's what doctors called it, his so-called affliction. The way his senses sharpened, hearing and smelling everything but, he could do without looking through skin, muscle, tissue, blood vessels, organs . . . through walls, steel, cement, earth, everything but, what could very well be lead. At times, it felt as though he had been floating on air and then, he suddenly was.

With a yelp, he fell to the ground, and he was crying, crying because he had no one to talk to about all this, he felt alone in this world and the only ones who made him feel remotely normal, was Kara, his mother, and his father, Clark Kent. Not that the man was really his father, and considering his wife, Lois, wasn't even considered. He knew that even with all the verbatim going on between his mother and Lois, that the bond they shared went beyond their petty squabbling. Because that was all that it was about, all that went on between them, petty squabbling. Lois didn't quite make the cut, but she made him feel as though he was fine, that he was alright and not a freak, not an abnormal child with more than just his brains. As if she were the only normal person in his family, which consisted of four.

"Carter!"

"Mom!" He cried, drying his tears and making a conscious effort on not running towards her.

"Carter," he heard the whisper from his one and only friend, and could finally stay in place and cry, because he had someone else who was there for him.

"Oh my sweet baby boy," Cat was by his side and hugging him; he began crying more when he realized he couldn't feel her hug as he used to, "when you ran away, you scared everyone."

"And that includes me, little buddy," Kara said, and he felt the strange need to feel her, her steady, usually strong and fast beating heart, and he began trembling to control himself. "Hey, it's okay."

"Kara," he whispered, and when she kneeled down and his mother allowed him to let go, he went at her and hugged her to full strength.

Her blue eyes went wide, and when he sighed in relief and promptly passed out (sensory overload) she turned with worry over to Cat. "Cat, who is Carter's father?" She asked softly, fearing not only crossing a line, but also because she was afraid to know.

"Is there a particular reason you need to know?" The woman snapped back, having told no one the truth while Clark and Lois acted nice towards her little family, not that the world knew but those who did, often teased that this was the reason why Cat and Lois hates each other. As if fighting over Clark and his affections. "Kiera, I don't pay you to snoop on me — I don't pay you to snoop at all."

"No, right, of course not," she whispered, already backing down before sighing a bit and combing the adorable curls on the adorable boy whom she fell in love with since she first met him; it was why she had wanted to take care of him in the first place, when the chance presented itself, "I'm just worried."

"And, pray tell, does that have to do with his father, exactly?" Cat asked with a growl.

"It might have everything," Kara used her microscopic view to get to the bottom of things, "or nothing to do at all.

"How can he be kryptonian," she whispered, aghast, "how can he be mine?"

Of course, she didn't have to be loud to be heard by the one person who mattered the most. She already knew that her baby cousin would appear and they would begin comparing things.

Reviews are really welcome, I got no idea where I'm going with this.