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[Clark will be walking around today, getting acquainted with the building again. Everything's the same... yet different. When you spend almost a year outside you tend to fill your memories with a few touches of your imagination. He goes to the cafeteria, the training room, his own room... he touches the walls every now and then, he's

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[On his way to his next class Conner stops dead in his tracks. There's an odd tingling sensation - and no we're not talking about the whole his spidy-senses are tingling, we're talking about the unfamiliar and very faint sensation of being near another Kryptonian. It's the sensation one gets whenever they feel like they're being watched, the hair on the back of the neck lifts, goose bumps dot the arms even though the being is hardly cold at all. He's experienced it a few times in the past whenever he was around the larger Kyptonian man but Conner never thought back on it, always mistook it for anger and whatever other foreign negative emotion he felt being in Superman's presence

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[Clark hasn’t met any Kryptonians yet. In fact, in his world he’s absolutely the only Kryptonian, the last son of Krypton and the only survivor- so he wouldn’t even have the chance. There’s a nagging feeling right now, but he can’t really… pinpoint it. He turns around… and meets Conner’s glare.

He’s positive he’s never seen him before. He’d remember. …But something about him looks familiar. About his eyes, his hair, his face… even his heartbeat sounds familiar, sounds slightly different than normal. And then there’s the shirt- and it’d be too much of a coincidence, right?]

…Did you need anything, son?

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[That throws Conner off and his lashes flutter in a quick blink as surprise registers in his expression. And then it's gone, his jaw set and brows knit together again.]

I'm not your son.

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...Well, I know that.

[It's a term of endearment he uses with kids of Conner's age, he didn't think anybody would be that sensitive to it. If only he knew...]

I didn't mean to offend you. Mind if I ask though- you... look rather familiar, somehow.

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You should know who I am. We've met before, but all you did was brush me aside.

[Hand at his side curls slowly into a fist.]

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[O...kay now he's completely lost. The boy looked familiar, yes, and there was that tingling feeling all over that made him feel... both familiar and uneasy around the boy, but he was sure he'd remember doing that to somebody.]

Are you completely sure you're not referring the wrong person, so- boy? I'm fairly sure this is our first meeting.

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[Okay. Something is obviously not right here and it's starting to anger Conner that Superman is trying to take him for a fool and playing dumb.]

But you're Superman... [His brows crease together all the more.] No, we first met outside of Cadmus. The rest of the Justice League was there. I remember, why don't you?!

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Boy, calm down.

[He leans a bit so he's on his eye-level, then reaches to squeeze his shoulder.] Getting angry at me won't solve anything. ...But yes, that's how people call me. Are you positive we have met before?

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[There's a mix of emotions running through him at just that, that Superman is willingly resting a hand on his shoulder. That he hasn't made up some awkward excuse and fail attempt to placate him, or taken off by now. These emotions; surprise, uncertainty, anger-- they're ones he's felt before but--

Conner roughly shrugs off Superman's hand. He's really got a lot of pent up 'father/son' issues he's gotta work through here.] Don't touch me. And don't call me boy-- my name is Superboy.

[The last four words are like a slow staccato, emphasized. Maybe then Superman will get it.]

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[If he looks surprised by Conner brushing his hand away, he doesn't show it. He's focusing on making the kid talk, on listening to him and trying to understand what's going on. He really dislikes it when people lose their temper, and absolutely hates it when somebody doesn't like him... so Conner is pushing all of his buttons right now.]

...Superboy? [He looks at his face now. ...Yes, he can see the resemblance. It's mostly the eyes.] Are... we related in some way?

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[It must be true then that they're 'related' if they both pushing at the right buttons! Conner goes to open his mouth but promptly snaps it shut at the question. The look of anger melts a tad but he still sounds sour and angry as he grumbles:]

I'm your clone.

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...

[That leaves him speechless, if only for a few seconds. You can't really blame him though, can you? It's not everyday that you suddenly get a kid telling you he's your clone. A clone you didn't know of.]

I see. Well, I'd remember having a clone in my world. [He tilts his head] How old are you?

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[So then... they're not from the same worlds... That's why this Superman has not a clue as to who he is, and Conner doesn't know why that bothers him so much.]

It doesn't matter... You didn't show much interest in me before, I doubt you will now.

[Superboy folds his arms over his chest and looks away.]

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I am not aware of... his reasons to do that.

[He tilts his head] But you seem like a good boy, and I am honestly asking because I'm interested. [He reaches to run a hand through his own hair.] I understand if you don't wish to talk about it though. I didn't mean to intrude, I was merely curious.

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[This might not be HIS Superman but... it is Superman. And it's a Superman who's actually talking to him, who wants to learn more about him and isn't pushing him away... There's a twinge of hope of that comes to life inside of Conner but he's still a little bitter if not hesitating.

Maybe this Superman can help him in ways the other one refused to? He could mentor him, help him gain better control of his abilities, teach him things that only he could know...]

When... they found me... the team I mean, I was sixteen weeks old. In the containment pod in... Cadmus. [Conner lowers his eyes to the ground between them.] I look sixteen years old but I have lost count since I was released.

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['Containment pod'. It sounds so... cold, so impersonal. And he didn't seem to have have anything similar to 'parents' either, if he judged by what he had been told.]

Sixteen. ... A team found you? Which team?