Supergirl Beyond

Summary: In episode 10x3 Supergirl makes her public debut. Only it is not Kara and this Supergirl brings a misdemeanour from Clark's past into the light.

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Clark Kent was on assignment for the Daily Planet when it happened. He was at a press conference being held by a man called Gordon Godfrey who is a leading advocate against 'vigilantes'. His number one target; Clark's alter ego 'The Blur'.

Seriously he needs a better name. Sigh.

That's on the downside. On the upside Lois is back after taking a reporting position in Africa. He is happy to see her though still a little hurt she just left without giving him a proper explanation as to why.

Once this assignment is over hopefully they can talk. Really talk because he wants this relationship to work.

Anyway Godfrey unveils a new anti-Blur billboard and Lois decides to give him a piece of her mind in defence of the hero(whom she knows is Clark but he doesn't know she knows. It's all far too complicated).

Just as Lois moves to do so the billboard collapses.

Clark slips into superspeed, pushes Lois out the way and prepares to catch the massive structure only for it to stop mid-air.

Clark blinks, confused, as he slips back to normal speed and the billboard is then lifted up revealing it is being done so by a young woman. A flying young Latino woman with short black hair dressed in a black suit and boots with a red belt, blue wrist guards and a blue cape and what catches Clark's eye even more is that on her chest is a version of the Crest of the House of El with a more angular red S on black.

Eventually she catches him staring at her and their eyes meet and she grins widely, gives him a cheeky wink and flies away with the billboard.

"Was she...winking at you?" Lois asks, sounding a little annoyed.

"I...didn't notice," Clark replies.

Lois gives him a queer look because Clark sucks at lying. "I wonder who she is," the brunette muses aloud.

That is a question Clark is asking himself. After what happened with the Kandorians this past year the last thing he needs is yet another Kryptonian causing trouble.


Later that day Clark returns to the farm after spending most of it trying to find the woman or as the Planet had labelled her the 'Maiden of Might'. He had looked high and low all over the city and found nothing.

He enters the house knowing, of course, that if she really is a Kryptonian she could be anywhere on Earth…

He stops dead in the kitchen.

Or she could be sitting right there at the table.

"Hi."

Clark's brow furrows. Hi?

"So," she says, letting out an awkward chuckle and rubbing the back of her neck in a nervous gesture Clark himself uses. "Um, wow, you imagine this moment and when it comes your mind goes completely blank," she reflects, sounding almost 'Valley Girl'.

Clark is on guard but is also quite confused. "Who are you?"

The woman reaches down behind her back and pulls something out to show Clark. It's a gold ring with an L and a star engraved on it. Clark reaches out and takes it and it is what he thought it was. The Legion time travel ring. "You're a time traveller."

"From the future. Twenty years in the future."

"Why are you here?"

"To meet you."

"Why?"

"Because I've always wanted to."

"You can't meet future me?"

"Um...no," she says, her tone becoming very sad. "Don't ask," she tells him in response to his querying look.

Now, you see, once she says that Clark wants nothing more than to ask. "Who are you, exactly?" he asks the question again.

"Well my human name is Mia and my Kryptonian one is Cir-El."

"Cir-El? We're related?"

The woman swallows and then smiles every so slightly but hopefully. "You could say that," she murmurs before finding the courage within. She takes a breath. "I'm your daughter."

Clark blinks...and then blinks some more. "I need to sit down," he says as his legs suddenly lose the capacity to hold him up. He just about manages to get into a chair before he collapses to the floor.

"I never meant to be seen. Back in Metropolis but when I saw that billboard falling and no sign of you...I guess my instincts got the better of me," Cir-El says, apologetically.

Clark looks at her closely. He supposes he could be mad at her for being seen and possibly altering the timeline but his own track record in that regard isn't great. His eyes then take in her features. She has his eyes, he notes. And his dimples. What she doesn't seem to have is any of Lois in her. Though her features are familiar of someone else. He just can't quite place it.

Clark then mentally slaps himself. The girl is Latino. Lois is not...but that means...wouldn't that mean…

Then it strikes him. Her age. She looks about his age. Minus 20years that would mean she's already been born which would mean him and her mother would have already... "How old are you?" he asks her.

"24. Why?"

So she would have been conceived what? Getting on for 5 years ago. He didn't sleep with anyone...oh crap! Yes, he did. But it can't be her. No way on Earth...or Krypton….or any other planet in the cosmos for that matter. This has to be a trick...a deception...but what if it's not?

Only one way to find out for sure isn't there so he asks the question. "Who's your mother?"


Oliver Queen arrives home that night with a troubled yet not troubled mind. Earlier Lois advised him that Godfrey is planning to expose him as the Green Arrow. On one hand that's bad. On the other...he's tired of keeping the secret. Maybe it would be for the best to just let it be known.

He throws his coat down on a chair and lets out a sigh. "You know there's this little quaint convention we have here on Earth Clark. It's called knocking on the door."

Said Clark emerges from the shadows of the room in his Blur suit of red jacket, blue t-shirt and jeans. "Says the guy who would crash through windows on a zip-line," he quips in response.

"Touché," Ollie concedes. "So what brings you here? Thought you would be tracking down our 'Maiden of Might'?" the blond billionaire question, while tossing Clark a copy of the Daily Planet he was carrying with the picture of the woman holding up the billboard.

"I've already found her," Clark responds.

"Ok. I'm officially impressed," Ollie admits.

"She's at the farm."

"Unsupervised?"

"She's no danger to anyone...except the sanctity of the timeline."

"Huh?"

"She's from the future."

Oliver goes over to his drinks cabinet and pours himself a large one. "You know I truly miss the times when one of us saying something like that was beyond belief. Now I got nothing." He takes a drink as he does to sit down in a chair. "So who is she? A Kandorian we missed?"

"No."

Oliver looks at Clark expectantly.

The tall alien sighs and he sits down in a chair opposite Ollie. "She's my daughter."

"Ok," Ollie says, utterly not expecting that. "Well future congratulations to you and Lois I guess." He then spots Clark wince. "What?"

"She's...um...she's not Lois' daughter."

"Wow. You're dead."

Clark gives Ollie a death glare. "Not helping Oliver," he says sternly.

"Sorry. Reflex. So can I ask who her mother is?"

Clark leans back in the chair and rubs his face. "Did I or Chloe ever mention Andrea Rojas to you?"

Ollie's face screws up in thought. "Sounds kinda familiar. Wait. Wasn't she that vigilante from a few years back? What did they call her again?"

"The Angel of Vengeance."

"Oh yeah. Now I remember." The blond man then looks at the black-haired one opposite him. "So you and her hook up?"

"Hooked up. Past tense. It's already happened."

"I'll admit I'm lost."

Clark gets up and starts to pace. "It happened just after my dad died," he starts the story. "Mom was in Metropolis and she got mugged. Luckily before they hurt her too much Andrea showed up and saved her but not before they stole my dad's watch. I...wasn't dealing with his death too well and when I heard what happened I got really, really pissed."

"I can imagine," Ollie says in understanding.

"I wanted the watch back and maybe for a moment or two there the mugger's head. I realised that Andrea, though I didn't know her identity yet, could help me do it so Chloe and I came up with a plan to lure her out where I would pretend to be mugging Chloe."

"Sound more like a Chloe plan than yours."

"Yeah," Clark says with some sadness in his voice at his missing BFF though he doubts he's hurting as much as Ollie is. "Well it worked. Andrea and I fought for awhile until I trapped her up on a roof and she agreed to help me...or at least that's the version of the story I told Chloe."

"And the real version?"

Clark rubs the back of his neck in the exact same nervous gesture his daughter inherited as he explains what really happened up on that roof...

Flashback...

Clark watches the leather-clad vigilante as she crouches on the roof-edge, waiting for her to speak as they try and hash this out. Losing patience he tries and prompts her. "So, you want to explain how you do what you do?"

Andrea, eventually turns round and drops off the roof edge. "You want a show-and-tell, meathead? Why don't you go first?" she retaliates, clearly still annoyed at the ambush she was lured into.

"I don't know. I was born this way," is all Clark is prepared to give her. Though it is a truth. He doesn't actually know exactly how his body and powers work.

"You're lucky. The worst part is remembering what it was like to be normal," the Latino woman laments having to live with what she is now compared to how she was before.

"Then how did you…"

"Turn into a freak of nature?"

Well Clark wouldn't have phrased it like that.

Andrea continues to explain how she became like this. "When I got a heart transplant, six months ago. A girl dies in a meteor shower, and suddenly I get a souped-up second chance. You have no idea what it's like to know that someone's life has been traded for yours," she says almost bitter.

Except, of course, Clark does know. That's why his dad died. When Jor-El revived him after dying during his short stint as a human the computerised ghost of his biological father warned him that the cost would the life of someone close to him to balance it out.

Andrea reaches for the locket round her neck. "That's why I carry this...so I'll never forget," she says, flipping it open to reveal a tiny glowing green piece of kryptonite within.

Clark groans as he staggers back earning him a puzzled, inquisitive look. "'I'm kind of allergic," he explains.

"To a rock? Okay, whatever," the brunette says, totally lost as to how that makes any sense as she snaps it back shut. "So, I guess you and Sullivan have all the dirt you need on me now to write your little article," she accuses.

"I'm not here to expose you. I need your help," he contradicts her assumptions. "You saved my mom earlier tonight. Some guys were trying to mug her outside the East Side shelter. They took a watch."

"Sorry, but there are people down here who need a lot more help than finding some missing Timex," she dismisses this as anything important and makes move to leave.

Clark grabs her arm in an iron grip. "It belonged to my dad," he says, his grief and pain threatening to burst through the dam he has been trying to put on it.

Andrea looks into his eyes and sees the stark pain within. It's kinda mesmerizing. "You lost him, didn't you? And you can't say goodbye," she guesses...correctly.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I've never been able to. My mom and I were coming home from my gymnastics meet. And these two guys mugged us. I didn't even feel the knife go into my heart," she tells the story, pulling down the neck of her red top just enough to reveal the vertical scar consistent with heart surgery. "But when I looked up... I saw her lying there. And they walked away... laughing."

Clark is looking deep into her pretty brown eyes the entire time and can see the soul wrenching grief and pain that mirrors his own. It's so intense to be alluring and enticing. One could easily lose themselves in those eyes.

"Is that why you do this?" he asks, his voice soft.

"She dedicated her life to this group, Akrada. They fought the gangs, the dealers, even the suits who wanted to tear down our homes. She was this...little woman, but she was a badass," she says in fond memory of her mother.

"It's not fair. It's not fair to have someone like that just ripped out of your life because I do know, Andrea. Know what it's like to have someone else's life traded for your own."

"Your dad?"

Clark nods.

The two wounded people stand there, face to face. They have a connection. Two people sharing and knowing what pain each other is enduring. They are so close. Close enough to feel the heat off each other's bodies.

"I can help you get the watch back," Andrea tells him, her voice dropping down to downright husky. "But that's not what you're really after, is it? You want justice. Just like me."

Clark stares deep into eyes. "I want…" he starts to say, his own voice dropping deep.

"Yes?" the brunette asks in a breathless whisper.

"I want…"

He stops and wets his lips. Andrea can't help but drop her gaze to those suddenly very kissable lips.

The whole atmosphere has come very heated and intense. The two lock gazes once again.

Neither knows who moved first but it honestly doesn't matter as in an instant their lips are fused together. Desperate hands grasp at clothing that is getting in the way of two injured people, needing to find some way to forget their internal hurt if even for just a moment.

The two are so wound up it isn't long before their bodies are joined together. Gasps, moans, half uttered words escape their lips as the two super-powered beings engage in the ancient rhythm until finally they both find that sweet escape and cries of utter rapture echo across the rooftops.

The Present…

"Here."

Clark looks up from the chair he is once more sat down in as he finishes his story to find Oliver standing above him, offering him a drink. He arches an eyebrow.

"You look like you need this more than me."

"Alcohol doesn't affect me," Clark points out.

"Just take it," the blond man tells his friend.

Clark does so and drinks it, making a face as he does so. Ugh.

"So you and Andrea did the deed."

"I could offer the excuse I was hurt and grieving over my dad. No, in fact the problem was I wasn't grieving. I was holding it all in and up there on the rooftop…"

"You had an opportunity to make the pain go away if even for a moment."

"Yeah," Clark says, ashamed at himself.

"Don't beat yourself up, Clark. Trust me I've been there. I know how you must have felt."

"I didn't know...that it was even possible for me to get a human woman pregnant. Though right then I really wasn't thinking...about anything if I'm being honest."

"Well if I understand it correctly Andrea isn't a normal human is she."

"No. She's a metahuman."

"What happened afterwards?" Oliver wonders.

"Andrea helped me track down the man who stole my dad's watch but in the process we also found the man who killed her mother. Despite her words, Andrea didn't want justice."

"She wanted revenge," Ollie assumes.

"And she got it. She killed him because I hesitated for a second."

"Surprised you let her go."

"I didn't. Chloe helped her escape."

Ollie arches an eyebrow. "No offence here, Boyscout but if you wanted to find her I'm pretty much guessing you could have. You let her go."

Clark's face darkens. "I'm not a saint, Ollie. I know you, Chloe and others accuse me of putting people on a pedestal and not seeing them for who they really are but I do see it because I see it in myself. I just choose to believe people can be better."

"Still surprised you let her go."

Clark sighs. "I had more important things to do," is his non-answer to that. He takes another drink from his glass. "In hindsight even if I had chased after her we're talking about a gang member in Suicide Slums. The police are almost afraid to go into that place. I really doubt they would have given it that much effort."

"So not that I don't appreciate you still have enough trust in me to share a confidence but why are you here telling me this?"

"Because I need you to tell me where Andrea is."

"How would I know?"

"Because I know Chloe. I know she would have kept track of Andrea. Probably helped her set up a new identity somewhere which brings us to the only person I know with the resources to do that," Clark explains his thinking, aiming a pointed look at Oliver.

"Why don't you just ask your daughter? Seems like something she would know considering."

"I did. She wouldn't tell me," Clark answers, visibly frustrated. His daughter was pretty stubborn. Totally gets that from her mother. He runs his hand through his hair as a sign of his irritation. "Come on Ollie. We're talking about my daughter here. One whom I've already missed 4 years of growing up. I don't want her to miss 24 like Mia."

"Mia?"

"That's her...human name, Mia and you know why she came back in time, Ollie?"

"Not a mind reader."

"Because she wanted to meet me. Something she has never done in the future she comes from."

"Why not?"

"She wouldn't tell me that either but I get the impression something...bad happens to me that has made it impossible for her to meet me."

"Like you're…" Ollie leaves it unsaid.

"Perhaps it's better I don't know," Clark says in reply to that.

Ollie's not sure he agrees but it's Clark's life.

"The address Ollie," Clark returns to pressing him on that.

"You're sure?"

"Think about it Ollie. I have a daughter whose powers, based on what I've seen Mia do thus far, are mostly mine. I hate the idea this version of her grew up without me to help her with them. At least now I can be there for the Mia of this time period. Besides if you were in my position would you stop at anything to find your child?"

"No. I wouldn't. I'll get you the address," Ollie concedes to the request. A few minutes later he has it written down on a piece of paper. "She's in Coast City," he says as he hands the paper over.

"Thank you," Clark says gratefully.

"You're welcome but quick question before you go?"

"Sure," Clark permits.

"You told Lois about any of this yet?"

Clark lets out a weary breath. "No," he admits. Nor does he have any idea how he is going to.

"Small favour to ask. When you do can I be there so I can watch it with a bucket of popcorn?" Ollie asks cheekily.

Clark glares at him with angry glowing red eyes for that one.


Author's Note: It's always been my remembrance of Smallville that there was definitely some sparkage between Clark and Andrea in the episode so what if, in their mutual grief and pain, they gave in to it up on that rooftop. And honestly if you want to imagine Cir-El I could totally buy Sasha Calle as playing the offspring of Clark and Andrea. Anyway just an idea I had. Tell me if you like or dislike and I'll decide whether to expand it out into a fuller story.