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[b]Smallville, KS[/b]

A cloud of dust rolled up the driveway as Johnathan Kent's old truck came to settle into the familiar divets it had dug into the dirt path over the years of use. The doors of the truck swung open with a creek, and the Kents stepped out, and behind them jumped Lucy, the new dog Clark had helped train over the summer. The pup scrambled excitedly over the dirt and grass in front of the Kent house and leaped into Clark's arms, licking his face, "Okay, Luce. Okay. Okay."

Clark laughed and put the dog back on the ground before embracing his parents.

"Clark, what are you doing here?" his mother asked after an embrace. "You didn't call. Is everything alright?"

Superman smiled, "Of course. I just needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city for a little bit."

"Also need to get away from super villain prison breaks?" his father raised an eyebrow.

"Those are easy," Clark winked. "Metropolis traffic? That's the killer."

The family sat down for a cup of tea, and Clark took in the smell of his childhood home. It was like a calming drug to his stressed out mind. He and J'onn had spent days attempting to find where the cyber attack on the Raft had originated, but had come up empty handed. Even BRAINIAC seemed unable to find an explanation for it. Nothing about the incident sat right with Clark, and the fact that Fury hadn't contacted him yet didn't sit right either. There seemed to be a cyber genius on Clark's tail and no one could figure out who it was.

"You can lie all you want," Johnathan said, looking over his glasses at his son. "But I can tell when something's eating at you."

"It's the prison break," Clark sighed. "Or more to the point whoever is behind it."

"So you don't know?" His mother put her teacup down. The look she had always given him when she was worried about his life as a crimefighter crossed her face. He always hated having these kinds of talks with her. His father seemed able to take it, but his mother always got pale, and said little. Telling her that he had no idea who was releasing his enemies from prison made things even worse. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Luthor, I'm sure," Pa Kent seethed.

"At first, I figured that's who did it," Clark nodded. "But nothing leads back to him. Not even Luthor is this thorough."

Ma got up and left the room, and before Clark could go and follower her, Pa put his hand on his son's shoulder to sit him down, "Best just let her go, boy. She'll be fine."

"I shouldn't have told her," Clark shook his head. "All I ever do is worry her."

"She's proud of you, son. We both are," he smiled. "We know it's dangerous. But we also both know the world itself would be a whole lot more dangerous without you. I know you're having problems now. But you'll figure it out. You always have."

Clark had to smile. His father always had unwavering faith in him. Clark wasn't always sure it was well placed, but if nothing else it made him feel better about his current situation. For that, he was thankful for his father, "Thanks, dad."