*Ten years later*

Time whirled by in a blur. One minute Silvia was moving back in with Clark and the next they had their own farm. That wasn't to say that it wasn't difficult saving up for such a vast expanse of land, but being together made everything worthwhile.

It took a few months for Silvia to organise her head space, and sometimes she still found it hard to accept that he was alive, but after that she had decided she never wanted to be without Clark again - as evident by the farm they now owned together. It was a cosy place with four small rooms and a decently sized kitchen. Clark had built the place himself after they purchased the property, and he ensured that Silvia's posters did not ruin his masterpiece.

She did, however, find a place for them when Conner moved out. His aging had slowed down tremendously, so much so that now he was growing too slowly. In the ten years since Clark had returned the boy had only advanced four years, meaning that he was still only eighteen. He had, however, inherited her love of old action movies and offered to take them off her hands. Silvia gladly gave him all but two - her Terminator poster and Arnold Schwarzenegger figure.

Eventually she managed to convince Clark to let her keep them in their room... and by 'convince', she meant that she put the poster up and threatened that if he took it down she'd move out. Arnold was always number one.

Their mornings usually followed a routine, and these early hours were no exception. Silvia had already set a cup of coffee on the table for Clark by the time he walked out of their bedroom. His sweet tooth still hadn't been sedated even after ten years; full cream milk, four spoonfuls of sugar, a hint of chocolate, and whipped cream.

As Silvia turned from the table and approached the stove top, she plucked several pieces of crackling bacon and eggs from the piping hot pans with a pair of tongs. She dropped them messily onto a bare plate as Clark's voice called "Looks like I'm just in time."

Silvia took this moment to hold the plate in front of her as she spun to look at her husband, a mock smile on her face. It quickly vanished when she noticed Clark's newly trimmed hair. "What do you think?" He asked anxiously.

For the last decade or so, he had kept the long hair length, but shaved regularly. Today however, Silvia noticed that his hair was as short as it was when they first met, but his face was adorned with a short beard that had appeared within the last week or so.

"I was going to shave later today. After I went into town to grab a few things. Do you need anything?"

"Don't shave. I like it." Silvia complimented, setting Clark's breakfast onto the table.

He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a red flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up. Clark paced over to Silvia, pecking her on the forehead. He quipped "Thanks, hon."

"You know, hearing you say thank you every single morning for ten years because I made you breakfast is starting to get old."

Smirking the way he always did when he said something clever, Clark lowered himself into the seat by the cup of coffee and plate of breakfast. "All the more reason for me to keep going."

Silvia turned back around, shaking her head light-heartedly as she raked two more eggs onto an extra plate. The moment she heard footsteps running up the hallway she placed it beside Clark's with a cup of orange juice.

From the archway, a small girl came into view. She was no older than nine and wearing a light blue nightgown. Her blonde hair tumbled forwards over her face, bleached whiter by the sun and looking more pale against her rosy cheeks. Her nose was small and tilted slightly upward, and her eyes were blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the colour of the paint flaking off of the old shed in the back of the field, or even the little flowers that sprung up by the side of the road. Her eyes were blue like the sea and were almost inhumanly prominent. She had to wear a pair of rectangular glasses to school just to dull the intensity of it.

"Morning, princess." Clark beamed, stabbing his fork into the bacon and bringing it up to his mouth. "What do you have there?"

The girl lifted two action figures into the air, one of Superman and the other of Wonder Woman. "They were having a competition!" She exclaimed happily, putting them on the table and jumping up onto her seat.

"Were they now?" Clark chuckled, leaning over to cut his daughter's eggs. "About what?"

"About who's stronger!" The girl kicked her legs as they dangled over the edge of her wooden chair, taking her plastic cup with both hands and taking a large gulp. "Who do you think would win, Pa?"

Clark's chest still swelled whenever she called him that. "Well, sweetie, sometimes being strong is about more than just your muscle. Sometimes it's about being smart and knowing when--"

"Wonder Woman." Silvia interrupted. "Definitely, Wonder Woman."

Clark glanced over at his wife with a mischievous smirk."I don't know that. Superman's done some pretty neat stuff."

"Neat?" Silvia scoffed. "Who even talks like that? Did I marry a grandpa or something?"

"You can take the farm boy out of Kansas, but you can't take Kansas out of the farm boy."

Silvia stared him through narrowed eyes. Her upper lip twitched and her nose wrinkled. "God, you're so lame..."

There was a moment of silence where Clark was returning Silvia's glare with a teasing smile, but this quickly ended when the little girl spoke once more. "So... does that mean Superman wins?"

A laugh rumbled through Clark's chest. "Who do you think would win, sweetheart?"

The girl took a minute ponder the thought. Her eyes fell from one figure to the next before pouring. "I don't want Superman to win... It's not fair because he wins at everything."

Clark crossed his arms and shot a smug look in Silvia's direction. The woman stuck her tongue out at her husband and leaned against the kitchen counter. Their daughter laughed at the sight and mimicked her mother's mockery.

"Excuse me." Clark said jokingly at his daughter's cheeky gesture. "You shouldn't be copying your mother, she's a bad influence on you."

The blonde girl giggled, grabbing her cup once more and finishing the last few drops of her juice. Suddenly, she straightened up in her chair and lifted her head as if she had remembered something. "Oh, I know what I want for my birthday!"

"Your birthday was last month..." Silvia replied.

"I want a Batman figure!" Their daughter yelled excitedly. "I like his spiky cape."

Silvia stared wide eyed at her daughter, body tensing and mouth edging into a disgusted frown. It was a 'I've failed as a parent' kind of look, and Clark couldn't have been more amused to see it.

"Batman's... weak, even I could beat him." Silvia said, with a discreet nod in Clark's direction. "Why not get Flash or Green Lantern or something."

"Green Lantern's boring... Why does he- I mean.... Why... Why does he-" The girl stuttered in her childish voice, as if her mouth was struggling to voice her thoughts. Silvia had to suppress a laugh at the sound. "Why- Why does he have a Lantern? That's so stupid."

"Actually Jessie, it's a power battery that just looks like a lantern. That's why we call him that."

The girl blinked at her father in bewilderment. "But it doesn't look like a battery, it looks like a lantern."

"Yeah, Dorothy." Silvia said with the remnants of a laugh still on her lips. "It's a lantern."

Clark shook his head. Unfortunately for him Jessica Martha Kent acted much like her mother, and despite the slight country accent she got from her father, she spoke like her too... just without the swearing.

"I want Batman because he's really smart!" The girl continued with a grin. "He's way smarter than Superman, right?"

Silvia froze, her horror only being intensified by the mocking smile Clark sent her way. He knew that she couldn't say that Superman would win, but she certainly wasn't going to say anything nice about Batman. Eventually it seemed like she had to make a choice, and through her stubborn nature, she spoke through gritted teeth. "I don't think so."

Jessica exhaled aggressively and slumped in her seat. "Superman's good at everything, it's so stupid."

"He's not good at everything." Silvia responded with a playful glance in Clark's direction.

In the background, the television flashed with images of a bridge. The volume was low but both Clark and Silvia could hear it well enough. There was trouble, someone was endangering the people travelling over it.

"Well, he is good at some things." Clark quipped, directing towards the screen and watching as Silvia nodded in understanding.

They hadn't told their daughter yet, her knowing about their powers would only put her at risk... and besides that, they wanted her to have a normal life for as long as possible. They weren't even sure if she would ever develop Kryptonian powers, so putting added pressure on her sounded too cruel.

"Be safe at work." Silvia sighed, waiting for the man to step over to her. They kissed and their daughter made a grossed out look in the background.

"Always am." He smiled and his wife frowned.

"We both know that's not true." She said bitterly.

The man, to this day, felt a little guilty about what he had put her through. Still, he needed to leave so he just kissed her one more time, this time reassuringly, before rubbing his daughter's head. "Have fun at school, Jessie."

The girl nodded, absent-mindedly picking up her Wonder Woman doll and playing with the crown. Clark hurried out of the house in the most 'human' way possible, but once he was out of her sight he had taken off into the sky.

"Finish your breakfast, kiddo. You're already running late." Silvia said to the girl who was still staring at her action figures. "Come on, quickly."

Jessica obliged, but begrudgingly, taking large forkfuls of her eggs until nothing but the sticky yolk was left. "All done, Ma."

Silvia rushed to her side, pulling a small pair of glasses out of her pocket and securing it on Jessica's face. "Okay, let's get going then."

As per usual, Jessica had missed the bus and so Silvia had to drive her to school. This wasn't entirely the small girl's fault, her mother wasn't exactly the most organised person in the world either.

Once Silvia had ensured that Jessica was wearing her seatbelt, she started the engine with a twist of her keys. She had traded in her motorcycle for a car a while ago now. She still felt like a loser when she drove through crowded areas... but if it was safer for Jessica, than it was worth it.

"Why do I have to wear these glasses again, Ma?" She whined. "I can see fine without them."

"The doctor said it would prevent any future difficulties with your eyesight." Silvia lied for the hundredth time. "Just keep them on for me, alright kiddo?"

The girl pouted her lips stubbornly but still nodded in agreement, drawing her attention to happier things - like her action figures. Within this moment of silence, with the winding roads leading them away from the farm, Silvia reminisced about her pregnancy. After visiting the alternate earth, she was positive that they were having a boy. She could still recall how shocked she was to come home to a baby's room covered in pink. She supposed that was the point of different realities, they were never the same as the other.

Just as they approached the halfway mark towards the nearby town, Silvia noticed a red car appear behind them. It was old and battered, and looked like it belonged in a junkyard not on the road. They came closer, and Silvia rolled her eyes in irritation. Honestly, she was just trying to contain the road rage bubbling inside of her.

In an attempt to get some distance between her and the vehicle, she sped up. The car revved and fastened as well. Through the mirror Silvia's eyebrows furrowed, and before she could even realise what was happening, they had moved into the lane beside her. In less than a second they had swerved into her. The car rolled over, lights swirling and the noise of the metal being bashed over the concrete was almost deafening. The seatbelt tugged on Silvia's skin with every lurch and the air bag was already deflating.Her body jerked to the dashboard, her forehead colliding with the window.

The car had flipped so many times that Silvia had become disorientated before she even sustained the concussion that had her drifting in and out of consciousness. She was fleetingly aware of the bloody taste in her mouth but she couldn't figure out what it was. At times her eyelids fluttered and she thought she must be at home in bed because it was so dark. She could barely feel her arm reaching out to her daughter in a hopeless attempt to protect her.

By the time the car had skidded to a halt Silvia was only aware of two things; that someone had tried to kill them and that the resulting crash would have killed anyone that wasn't a Meta. That thought sent Silvia into a panic. Even through her slipping consciousness, she managed to move her head to the side. Her daughter wasn't moving.

The car door was forced open and a man yanked Jessica out of the car. Just as someone came to her own side, Silvia forced her mind to stay awake and kicked him back. Her shoe whacked against the mans nose and cracked it into a different direction, he screeched in agony and fell to the floor, hands filling with blood caught from his nostrils. Silvia stumbled out, eyes searching frantically for her daughter.

The man appeared in front of her, holding the unconscious Jessica in his arms. She was still breathing, but that was of little comfort once Silvia realised who had her. The man had a beard she could only describe as a bush, and a moustache to rival any old western star. But despite this great amount of hair on the lower half of his face, he was bald as an eagle, as in, he wore a toupee.

"We've been tracking Reaper for years now." He said in a gravelly voice. "And all evidence points towards you."

Silvia gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. They found her...even after she hung up the Reaper costume years ago.

They were some ragtag bunch of gangsters from all over trying to exact some kind of revenge...most likely for the lives Silvia took a long time ago. When she first had a feeling that she was being hunted, Jessica was two...and Silvia wasn't the kind of person who could stand having their child in danger. She and Clark took a step back from everything to raise their daughter. Superman became a blur, never making proper appearances in the press the way he used to. He didn't want to risk it, on top of the threat to his wife and child. If anyone found out that Superman had a daughter...

"Either you are her, or you know where she's hiding." The man snarled. "And seeing as you survived that crash largely intact, I think I know which one I'm betting on."

Silvia ignored his banter and growled, attention driven into the limp body of a girl in the man's arms. She didn't even have the opportunity to step forward before electricity jolted through her body. It felt like her insides were being fried.

Her left leg gave away, and she fell onto its knee. Silvia's eyes spied two small metal pins embedded into her thigh, each with a long curled wire tracing its way over to a taser, gripped tightly by one of the thugs.

She hissed and thrusted upwards with all of her might. The man's cocky smile weakened.

"What are you waiting for? Take her down!"

Another pair of electrodes struck Silvia's right arm, and the familiar crackling of the electrical weapon overran her senses. Every muscle in her body was on the edge of failure, but she couldn't let herself fall. Jessica was right there. Right in front of her.

Silvia's mind went fuzzy as she devoted everything to not succumbing to the incapacitating electrical charges. She was oblivious to the fact that two additional tasers had been fired at her in the seconds that followed.

Finally though, it became too much, even for her. Her limbs shuddered and her muscles twitched uncontrollably as she hit the ground. She groaned, but was the only sound she could manage to make.

The next time she was fully conscious of her surroundings she found herself in a small room, strapped to a chair with chains. She tugged against it, but it was made of something stronger than metal... Something even she couldn't break.

"Ma... What's happening?" Jessica's voice trembled, catching Silvia's attention enough for her to stop struggling against her restraints. Her daughter was in the same situation, stuck in a seat on the opposite end of the room.

"Jessie, are you alright?!" She said in a panic, and the girl nodded in response. "It's gonna be alright, sweetheart... I'll get us out of here."

Silvia tried again, this time with every ounce of strength in her body... still nothing. The longer she pushed against the chains the more exhausted her body became. She'd never wanted to escape so much in her life, and this was the only time that she couldn't. In the distance she could hear people beginning to speak, and though she could hear a couple fighting down the road, the thugs were too far away for their words to make sense.

Suddenly, Jessica inhaled sharply and spoke in a small voice. "They said they're gonna burn the shed, Ma... Where's the shed?"

The woman's eyes shot straight up at her daughter, lips parting in surprise and breath hitching. She wasn't sure which was more terrifying; that her daughter had heard that or knowing they were in the shed.

"It... doesn't matter." Silvia said in a shaky tone. "Everything's fine, but we need to try and get out of here, alright?"

A grunt growled through her throat as the chains began to dig further into her skin. Silvia attempted to not panic her daughter, but applying so much strength all at once made it difficult to not yell in overexertion. Her lungs had been squeezed of all their air, and when her head fell forward it felt like her brain wasn't receiving enough oxygen to function.

"Do you need help, Ma?" Jessica said, her slight lisp emphasised in her fear.

When her mother managed to lift her head again, her view of the shed was obscured by her daughter. She was standing in front of her, chains completely broken around the chair she was once sitting in.

"H-How did you..." She stuttered, the obvious answer blocked by absolute shock.

"I just pulled on them a little and they came off." The girl said, looking a little afraid that she was in trouble. "Did I do something bad?"

Silvia shook her head despite her malfunctioning brain. "N-No, kiddo... help me out if you can."

Jessica's small hands gripped onto the chains, and with one small tug, they fell apart in her hands. The whole situation seemed impossible, and yet it was happening. Their daughter really had inherited Kryptonian powers and earlier than expected... Clark's abilities hadn't appeared until he was about eleven.

"Burn it down." A man roared outside of the shed and it was enough to snap Silvia out of her own thoughts.

Silvia swept her daughter into her arms and rushed to the wooden door. With one kick it shot off its hinges, revealing the group of thugs outside. One was holding a lighter, and the other an empty can of gasoline. They all stared at the two in disbelief, faces twisting into anger.

"How did they escape?!" Toupee man yelled. "Who let them out?!"

"We let ourselves out." Silvia quipped, wanting nothing more than to run in guns blazing. She wanted to beat them with an inch of their lives for risking Jessica's life... but by giving into that urge she'd be doing the exact same thing.

Just as the gang lunged towards them, Silvia sprinted in the opposite direction. She was faster, but she was also injured and holding extra weight. Her leg felt like it had been twisted in the opposite direction from the crash, and only now was she starting to feel it.

"They're catching up!" Jessica cried, hands trembling and curling against her mother's shirt.

Silvia pushed herself further, teeth baring to try and prevent a cry from the pain. "It's... okay... we'll be... fine. Just don't... look."

She could hear their footsteps growing closer, but just before they could catch up, a scream punctured her ear drums. Mere seconds later she felt herself being lifted from the ground, soon they were so high up that trees resembled grass.

Silvia was only able to look back once she was let back down to the floor. She wasn't surprised to see Clark, but the absolute fury radiating off him was more intense than it had ever been.

"Are you two okay?" He asked, obviously fighting the desire to do worse to those thugs. He had called the police, so they'd be arrested, but God that didn't feel like enough for what they did. After assessing his daughter and making certain that she was unharmed, he turned his attention towards Silvia and his jaw tightened. "Sil... you're hurt."

"I'll be fine." Silvia's voice buzzed through her clenched teeth. She glanced back over to Jessica and motioned towards the small girl, who was now staring wide eyed at 'Superman'. "I think she's the more pressing issue."

"Pa?..." The girl mumbled, instantly recognising her father.

If she wasn't in so much pain, Silvia might have felt like a fool that a child recognised him immediately but it took herself months to discover it. "You need to explain this to her, Dorothy."

Clark gave a defeated sigh, looking as if he still wasn't ready for her to know. "Are you sure? Once we do this there's no going back."

"I'm sure." Silvia flicked him a nervous glance. "It's happened. She's like you."

The man's mouth hung open, forehead wrinkling and eyes glued to his confused daughter. Clark wasn't sure whether to be proud or saddened by the news. Regardless, he sauntered towards her and knelt down to her eye level. "Hey, princess..."

Jessica's powers were going to make life much more complicated than before, but with any luck, this could be a blessing. They would have to ensure that she used her abilities for good and not for selfish wants, and to ask that of a child was unfair. Clark had done it once though, so who was to say that Jessica couldn't?

Despite the terrifying reality that their daughter might take on Superman's mantle, it was accepted in that moment that she would one day face the choice to pretend to be normal or be something greater. The title of 'Supergirl' awaited her... but it was the name 'Scythe' that she would one day take pride in.

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Author's Note: And we're done! Thank you so much for supporting this story, but if you want to see more of Silvia, Clark, and Jessica, there will be another story released based around the 'Justice League' and their children. It will be made after I've completed my DC universe series. Don't worry, it won't be as long as this story XD Superman's my fave so he's an exception. Trust me though, the premise for the Justice League story is gonna be so cool. Thanks for sticking with this story for so long guys, I hope you enjoyed it!