Lightning struck and thunder roared as rain fell in sheets across the fields of corn. It was only three in the afternoon, but the storm was so dense that it looked closer to midnight. There was a chance of hail and a tornado was not out of the question.

It was perfect.

Kara squealed and giggled as she ran into her big brother's room, her pigtails bouncing. "Clark!" she exclaimed, even though he was clearly doing homework.

"I'm not done yet," he said, not looking up from his paper.

"But there's a storm!"

"Yeah, I know."

"Aren't you coming? Ma won't let me go by myself!"

He sighed. "And Ma won't let me play until I finish all my homework. Go get ready and wait for me."

"Okay," she replied, looking over his shoulder. A frown kept onto her face. He barely had any of it done! Against her better judgment, she shoved him out of his chair and took his place.

"Kara!" he grumbled as he picked himself up off the floor. "That's eighth-grade math! That's not even your grade level!"
"Yeah, because I'm studying pre-calculus. You're welcome." She was done in seconds and Clark was secretly grateful for the help.

Kara practically carried him down the stairs, where they tugged on their raincoats, galoshes, and talked about the futility of putting on their raincoats and galoshes.

"No tornados!" Pa called from the living room.

"But, Pa!" the kids whined in unison.

"We don't want your clothes getting torn up again!" Ma said in the kitchen.

Damn. There would be no tornado rides.

The children skipped happily outside, where the sky was throwing a massive bitchfit.

"Tag, you're it!" Clark yelled, slapping his sister on the arm before launching into the air. She jumped up and down in delight before shooting into the pouring rain. Lightning lit up the sky like a camera flash as the two raced around, barreling into each other at over one hundred miles per hour. When they were tired of zipping around like adorable little heat-seeking missiles, they perched on top of a silo. They huddled close and watched the meteorological tantrum.

"Maybe one day we can fly when the sky is blue," Clark said, mostly to himself.

Kara rested her head on his shoulder. "The storm makes me feel safe, though."

He looked at his baby sister. Her curly brown hair was flat and strands of it were sticking to her face.

"I can keep you safe,"

A flicker of hope showed in her eyes. He knew how afraid she always was. "But who would keep you safe?"

"I'm the big brother and you're the baby sister. I'm the one who's supposed to worry."

"Ma says we're actually cousins."

"I'm still the bigger one. That means I protect you. Understand?"

She nodded and they sat quietly as the storm raged around them.

Kara lay awake in bed, watching the raindrops race down the window pane. The distant rumble of thunder brought on a nostalgia that tied her stomach in knots; remembering how close she and her brother had once been only made her more afraid of their impending reunion.

He would be here soon. Reluctantly, she got out of bed and into her old t-shirt and overall shorts. She found an old movie ticket stub in the pocket from the time she tricked Clark in to taking her to see Mean Girls.

The doorbell rang and she flinched. Ma called for her, and with a lump in her throat she slowly descended the stairs.

Standing there on the welcome mat was her big brother, wearing the biggest smile she'd ever seen. She tackled him so forcefully that they sailed off the front porch and rolled to a stop in the muddy front yard.

Laughing, Clark flipped off of her and into a puddle. "I've missed you too."

"Really?" Kara wiped the wet strands of hair from her eyes. "You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not," He stood up and offered his hand. "Now are we gonna play tag or what?"

She beamed at him through the dense rain. "You have to meet Roy first."

"Lil' Baby Clark? I've been dying to meet him!"

Roy (also known as Rowdyruff Boy, Clark Jr., and Lil' Baby Clark) stood outside in the pouring rain and watched Kara fly around with her annoying older brother. He had originally been a part of the game, but his role required being tossed around like a hot potato and that got old fast. They really liked to roughhouse so he had to be careful.

Wait, where did they go? Was that…? No, he was mistaken. Lightning flashed, and he though he saw one of them, but it could've been a bird. Except a bird wouldn't be out in this weather, so maybe it was a plane. Scratch that, it was flying too wobbly. It was Kara. Or maybe Clark. One of them.

Kara, who he still accidentally called Felicity, dropped down in front of him all soaked and muddy and overjoyed. Squealing, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

"Clark really is happy to see me!"

He hugged her back, knowing how anxious she'd been about his visit. "Yeah, 'cause he loves you," he responded encouragingly.

When she pulled back and their eyes met, an electricity ran between them that left them momentarily speechless. Roy swept the wild wet hair from her face.

"Um…" Kara uttered, trying to get her bearings, "You wanna go up again? Promise not to throw you around this time."

Before Roy could respond, Clark touched down next to them, his shirt clinging to his unfair physique. Being the gigantic dork that he was, he turned their moment into a group hug.

"Hi, what we doing?" he asked, lifting both of them up in his huge arms. "Does Clark Jr. want to fly again?"

"I can't breathe," Roy choked out.

"He's so cute! Is Ma gonna adopt him?"

"Clark, put us down."

He obeyed, but then he scooped Roy up in another hug. "Aw, our new baby brother is so cuddly—"

"PUT ME DOWN."

"Psh. Make me."

"Clark, be nice."

"I am being nice. Let's get him inside before he gets the sniffles."

"PUT ME DOWN."

The three of them spent the night in the loft, and Roy was the first to fall asleep. Clark and Kara sat curled up on a pile of pillows and quilts, her head on his shoulder as they spoke in hushed tones.

"I'm proud of you, by the way," he said. "Have I said that yet? You were so brave when you saved that city and I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks," she snuggled closer.

"I'm sorry you lost her. That girl you got to be when you were there, I mean. Did you have friends?"

Kara took a deep breath. "Yeah, a few really good ones."

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry,"

"I'm so worried about them now. I'm not there to protect them. I guess they didn't necessarily need me to, but still. And now I can't go back."

"At least you got to take one with you," Clark noted cheerfully.

"Oliver's sister's boyfriend, the one I barely knew. Great." She studied his sleeping form across the room. "That changed pretty quickly though. It's kinda nice being stuck with him."

"I like him."

"I can tell."

"Look at that precious little baby angel sleeping over there."

"Clark, please."

"He's a cutie-patootie,"

"Stop."

"I wanna knit him a sweater."

"Clark, I need you to do something for me."

"Do you need me to knit Roy a sweater?"

"Shut up and focus. I need your help."

"Okay, I'm listening."

She looked him in the eye to make sure he was paying attention. "Will you please go check up on my friends?"

Clark gave her a sweet smile. "Give me a list of who to protect and I'll keep them safe."


It's been a while, hasn't it? This was the chapter I had trouble with so I might not take as long next time. Hope this is satisfying!