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Compass

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Requested : No

Song : Compass - The Neighbourhood

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Afab! reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Contents : mutual pinning, slightly canon divergent, best friends + grumpy + sunshine :)

Word count : 2.8k

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If I don't have you with me, I'm alone You know I never know which way to go

A sigh of relief left your lips as you watched the walker in front of you drop to the ground with an arrow in it's head. "C'mon, this way." he instructed, pulling you along with him. You followed the male, watching your steps and making sure to step over the roots in the ground and bodies. "I'm sorry." you grumbled, grunting to yourself as you felt like you were holding him back. Daryl was a great survivor - hell, he was the reason the pair of you were still alive since the outbreak started.

"Nothin' to be sorry for." he responded, shrugging it off as you walked through the trees, now at your temporary camp. "There you are." Carol gasped, checking you over before pulling you into a hug. "I'm okay, Daryl found me as always." you joked, seeing him frown as he knew you were trying to make light of the situation. He nodded slightly before walking back to his tent where Merle was sitting, shaking his head. "You're going soft, baby brother." he taunted, sending you a sickening smile.

"Shut up."

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I think I need you with me for all-time When I need new direction for my mind

You sat there, bouncing your knee anxiously. Rick, Lori's supposedly 'dead' husband had shown up and helped the rest of the camp on their run. Yes, you were happy he had helped but in the process, they had left Merle on the rooftop. In the city that was currently swarmed with walkers. As expected, Daryl hadn't taken the news lightly. Even though Merle could be an absolute asshole (a massive understatement) sometimes, he was blood and the others needed to understand that.

"I'm going to talk to him." you mumbled, loud enough for at least Carol to hear over the hushed arguments between Rick and Lori. "Are you sure?" she asked, wrapping the blanket around her tightly. She knew you meant well, but when Daryl was mad, he often said stuff he didn't really mean. "I'll be fine." you assured her, letting her take a deep breath before agreeing, watching with a cautious gaze as you approached him.

"Dar?" you called as you approached him, watching him turn around with anger, his face softening when he realised it was you. "Hi." he spoke, it coming out as a whisper. You grimaced, sitting down next to him, leaving a bit of space between you. "He'll be okay. We'll go find him in the morning, Rick said he'll come." you tried to comfort, Daryl humming in response. "He's the only other family I've got." he spoke up, voice cracking slightly. There hadn't been many times where Daryl had been this vulnerable - the only other time you could think of was when you were teens and you'd seen the marks he'd received from his father. And just like then, this broke you. "Who's your other?" you asked, confused as to what he was referring to.

"You"

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You listen to my lectures on the phone

"Absoluetly not." Daryl argued, shaking his head at your idea. You scoffed, looking at him in confusion. "Why not?!" you huffed, eyebrows furrowed as you waited for his reasoning. Last night, he had agreed to you helping them with finding Merle and now he was suddenly against it. "It's the least I could do! I can't stay in this camp." you defended, holding your head in your hands and laughing in disbelief. "Too many walkers." he spoke up, placing his bow down next to his tent. "There's walkers around us every day. What difference does this run make?" you reminded. There was not a single day where there wasn't a chance you could fall victim to the walkers - but not him.

He had sworn to himself since the news of the outbreak, he'd keep you safe. Not that he had ever told you, but he didn't care. It didn't matter if you felt the same and would do anything for him, you were his priority, and he'd do everything in his power to keep you safe. And that meant leaving you here. "I can't lose yer as well." he raised his voice, regretting it as he realised the tone it came out in. You had froze, either because of the tone or what he had said, and it killed him to not know which one. "Daryl-" you spoke up but he cut you off, getting up and making his way into his tent.

"Jus' stay here, please. G'night."

----

Breakfast was different to normal. You had been relatively quiet, the rest of the group noticing something had happened between you and him but no one dared to ask. He was more tense, a mix of fear for Merle and also because of the whole incident that had happened last night. You finished your food up while the group got ready, all piling into thie vehicles. "Daryl, hurry up." Rick warned, watching as he picked his bow up. "I'm comin'." he bit back, putting arrows back in his quiver. You looked at Carol and Lori who both gestured their headds towards him making you sigh.

"Daryl, wait." you huffed, tanding up and walking over to him. He raised an eyebrow, facing you as you stood a few steps in front. "Hm?" he grunted, you gaze glancing between him and the group waiting behind him. Emotions got the best of you, wrapping your arms around him as he tensed up, not expecting you to hug him. "Be safe." you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up. Eventually, he wrapped his around your waist, head on yours. "I'll be back, I promise." he assured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away and giving you one last glance. As he walked away, you failed to catch a glimse of the gentle blush that had settled on his cheeks.

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You help me find the treasure in the hole

It had been a few days since the Greene family had let you settle on the farm and Sophia had gone missing. You had all noticed the shops in town and realised the group would be needing a stock up on food soon. "Who wants to go?" Rick sighed, looking around as some of the group muttered amongst themselves. "I'll go." you offered, needing a break from the area. Once again, it had gotten a bit suffocating, tensions high amongst the group between each other and your hosts. Shane stepped forward, going to say something before Daryl cut him off. "If you go, I go." he ushed, looking at you and then at Rick who shrugged. "Okay." he smiled.

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Handing him the hairpin you had on you, he moved it around, pulling the chains and lock once he felt it open. "Stay close." he ordered as you walked in. "If you want me near you, just say that." you teased, grinning as he rolled his eyes at your words. "Shut up." he huffed, walking along checking the shelves. Most of the shelves were empty or the food was way off, alreay rotting away. "Here." you spoke up, jogging over to the other side where a bunch of cans caught your eye.

"Holy shit." he gasped, seeing the amount you had found. It wasn't the best food, but it was enough to last you longer than you thought it would. "Let's get it back." you suggested, seeing it was starting to get dark slightly and he hummed in agreement, picking up the cans you couldn't and walking behind you, a hand on your back guiding you back to his bike.

You had put them all in the container you had brought with you, attached to the back of the bike. He sat down, waiting for you to join on. You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist hesitantly. He moved them slightly, making your grip on him tighter. "If yer want me near yer, jus' say that." he mimicked, laughing as he got revenge for your antics earlier.

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You'll tell me if I'm acting like a fool

"What're yer doin'?" Daryl questioned, turning Carol to face him with a grip on her arm, earning a glare from you. "Keeping an eye on you." She responded, looking up at him with a worried look in her eyes as you watched them interact. "Ain't you a peach." he grumbled, circling her. "Daryl." you warned, shooting Carol an apologetic look. "We're not gonna let you pull away." you huffed, knowing he was having one of his rants.

"You've earned your place." Carol commented, turning his attention back to her. "If yer spent half yer time mindin' yer daughters business instead of stickin' yer nose in everybody else's, she'd still be alive!" her raised his voice, standing right in front of her. You let out a gasp, looking at him in disbelief. You went to say something but she raised a hand, silently assuring you it was okay. "Go ahead." she egged on. "Go ahead n' what?" he asked, stepping back slightly. "Man, jus' go. I don't want you here." he bit, swinging his arm up.

You looked between them frantically, scared it was going to escalate. "You're a real piece of work, lady. What you gonna make this about my daddy or some kinda crap like that?" he continued, watching as she didn't let her emotions show. You intertwined your hand with carols, squeezing it for a second. "You know Jack. You're afraid, you're afriad 'cause you're all alone. You got no husband, no daughter. You don't know what to do with yourself." he ranted, making you have enough and try and pull her away. "Let's go." you whispered, looking at her in concern. For a split second, you were sure his face altered, seeing how much he had upset the pair of you.

"You ain't my problem. Sophia wasn't mine. All you had to do was keep an eye on her." Daryl shouted, a wince coming from Carol. A silence set over, the pair glaring at one another as her hand tightly gripped yours, now squeezing it more than ever. He looked down, guilt filling him slightly as he saw your hands connected. "Go." you ushered softly, pulling her as she looked back in concern, seeing you not follow her. "I'll be there in a bit." you assured, watching her retreat back to the house, standing on the porch just to keep a careful eye on you.

"There was no need for that." you spoke, turning back to Daryl whose expression didn't falter. "It's the truth." he murmured. You sighed and looked at him, still in disbelief. "That was her daughter. You should know how it feels." you reminded, cautiously taking a step back as you mentioned his brother, seeing him look down. "She's probably struggling to process it all. Our luck was going to run out eventually, don't blame her." you defended, Daryl not responding. You scoffed, knowing he wouldn't apologise. "Find me when you're ready to apologise. I'm starting to think you're just the same as your brother." you grumbled, walking back to the house. He stood practically glued to the spot, watching as you both disappeared into the house not sparing him a look. Now he had messed up.

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I know that you're not something to lose, now

"Where are they?" Daryl asked Carol, riding back as he made sure to get away from the walkers that had practically taken over the farm. "I don't know. They...they were with me and we got separated." she admitted, feeling his body tense up. He continued going, his head feeling light-headed as thoughts raced through. What if you weren't safe? What if no one found you? What if you had gotten bit and either already turned or become their meal? "Don't jump to conclusions, I'm sure she's with someone. She's strong." Carol tried to convince him, as well as herself as the anxiety ate away at the pair of them.

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"Can we just wait a little longer?" You tried to convince Hershel, not wanting to leave until you had found the others. Your group was strong, and you refused to believe that you four were the only survivors. As if on queue, you heard the familiar growl of the engine approaching, a gasp leaving your lips as the familiar bike pulled up, with the two people you were closest to. Another car pulled up behind them, more people visible followed by another vehicle. Hershel smiled, squeezing your shoulder as they all pulled up, everyone going to their people.

Carol pulled you into a quick hug before crouching down and hugging Carl. You leaned against the car, letting Rick greet Daryl before he climbed off his bike. You were caught off-guard when you felt him wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. "Thought I'd lost you." he mumbled, his hands cupping your face as you rested yours on his wrists. "Not that easily, Dixon." you smiled, allowing him to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into him tightly. His head rested on yours, swaying you slightly as he caught Carol's eyes, who raised an eyebrow at him knowingly.

Maybe he was soft for you.

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I've got something to confess I keep you in my pocket to use

Changing into the fresh clothes that had been put out for you, you made your way back up to the cells, taking two portions of the food that had been made and thanking Carol and Hershel. "Can you go and check on Daryl?" Carol whispered, nodding as you knew she was just slightly worried about him considering the past few days. Carefully holding the bowls, you made your way up the stairs, seeing him laying on a mattress he had dragged out onto the perch, his eyes closed.

"Hey." you smiled, holding a bowl out to him as he opened his eyes, sending you a thankful smile back. "Carol wanted me to come check on you." you informed him, sitting next to him on the mattress as he moved slightly, giving you space. "'m fine." he chuckled, shaking his head. "I know. She just cares about you. And so I." you said softly, eating your food as a comfortable silence settled.

Once you had both finished, he put his bowl on the desk, holding his hand out for yours and stacking them before returning back to his previous spot. "You sure you're okay?" you asked, earning a smile from him. He held an arm up, gesturing for you to move closer and putting it around your shoulders. "Better now." he grinned, making you huff as he chuckled, seeing the heat rush to your cheeks.

"I care about yer too." He admitted, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I mean it." he paused, when he saw you weren't convinced by him. He knew he wasn't the best at expressing things nor showing any emotions but he was sure he'd do anything for you. He opened his mouth, going to speak but getting cut off by Beth. "Sorry, uh, Lori asked for you." she informed you before heading down, over to the food. You smiled apologetically at Daryl, moving away. "I'll come back later, okay?" you commented, earning a hum from him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before getting up and walking over to the cell she was in, his eyes not leaving you once.

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You're my only compass

You kept your promise, returning to Daryl after you had finished with Lori, chatting about whatever came to mind until you had both given in to the much-needed sleep. Daryl was leaning against the wall, a pillow behind his back, while you were cuddled up to him in his arms, his grip firm but tight.

"Are you sure?" Glenn asked, whispering and looking back at Maggie who nodded. He pressed the button, cursing as the flash went off due to the slight lack of light in the area, waking up Daryl. "Go away." he grumbled, not opening his eyes. Glenn placed the polaroid carefully in his arms, before running back down the stairs. Daryl furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stretched, feeling the photo. He stared at it for a few minutes, scoffing and then smiling to himself.

"What are you smiling about?" you asked, nuzzling your head into his neck. "Nothin', just somethin' Glenn took." he shrugged going to put it down. "Show." you asked, curious as to what it was. You mirrored his smile as he showed you, seeing the photo of the pair of you in each other's embrace, sound asleep. Peaceful - something that was rare nowadays. "Get him one when I'm awake, don't keep that." you moaned, Daryl shaking his head as he grinned at you.

"Na, gonna keep this one, pretty girl." he smirked, resting his forehead against yours and his eyes darting between yours and your lips. "Kiss me." you whispered, Daryl, wasting no time in connecting his lips to yours, your stomach filling with butterflies as a spark went off. You knew, no matter what happened, you'd be safe with him and he was home.

I might get lost without you

Danny has an aggressive secret admirer and that Admirer is Damian wayne.

How this all started was during the Gotham exchange program where Danny had accidentally enrolled in as a joke but didn't think he actually get picked.

Luckily his rogues decided to give him some peace for once since they didn't want to go anywhere near Gotham because she a scary lady, but she actually a very misunderstood lady who just want companion..

Just have a odd way of expressing.. but she allow him in her city until the program is over but has hinted very cryptic if he want to stay then Her Knights have ways.

On his first day of gotham high, everyone so far kept whispered about the new wayne bait?

He didn't really listen but he was mostly asleep in the classes because he already have the whole class homework down already and he using this entire program as a vacation to sleep for once since he first became a halfa.

How he met Damian was pure accident.. literally, as he had accidentally body flipped him so hard to the ground due to Damian grabbing his shoulder and he really didn't meant it but his body instinctly grab his hand.

Which lead to his now peaceful vacation becoming a bit problematic.. as Damian will not leave him alone..

Unknownly to danny. He had gained admirer..

His locker filled with letters that would make Dora blush with how old fashioned they were written in. The occasion and daily weapon gift giving left in his own dorm.( he thought it was skulker leaving him weapons to try out on their next fight) The chocolates he kept receiving thought it was from the other girls from the other class room. Some of his clothes were missing but he thought it was his roommate.

Meanwhile Damian is at his wits end to the point of nearly putting cameras in Danny's room if it weren't for Tim catching on rather quickly on his 'too far gone deep obsession' with the new kid. He had been benched several times because he had been caught on several occasions trying to sneak into Danny's apartment, his locker, his gym locker. To the point they now trying to distract him from approaching danny.

He is just doing the courting rituals that he had learned so far from Talia.. he didn't even get to try the kidnapped and held hostage ritual yet :(

I have never seen anything more true written on this website

Now i am sure this has been said before

But

Inej Ghafa and Kaz Brekker are just the straight version of Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten

guys this is NOT a safe place for your haterism towards Esteban and Lance

So, I did another one. The 2025 F1 Season Beginner's Guide. Genuinely honoured that a few people requested it and sorry for all the mistakes I've missed. Please enjoy the many recycled jokes from last year and the 2025 exclusive slide "Paddock Pets".

Stroll just crashed the Portuguese live stream, being really playful

Hogwarts Legacy Accurate to Victorian Era Pt. 2

Thank you so so much for the lovely response to my first one! I'm so happy that you enjoyed it. This was just supposed to be a one-off, but here is part 2!

Read Pt. 1 !

Warning for brief mentions of: Dissection. Gore. Sex and lust. Antiquated ideas. Cannibalism. All the good stuff.

Simple Solution for an Injury

Complex injury? Amputate it!

No Anesthesia. No antibiotics.

Have fun going into shock from the pain.

Survived the surgery? Have fun with the post-surgery infection.

Ominis taking one glance at Sebastian's broken leg.

Ominis: "Lose the leg."

Sebastian: "Wait, no. Hold on, we can just use episkey-"

MC: *already raising an axe with a psychotic grin*

MC: "Sorry, Sebastian. Your lovely leg will be sorely missed!"

Cereal for Proper Gentlemen

Cereal is just becoming popularised, more so in America.

Most importantly, it's considered a proper thing to eat for gentlemen since, apparently, it has the effect of keeping your urges at bay.

Sebastian and Garreth always feel they need cereal to keep themselves in check. So they usually begin their day by eating two full bowls of cereal.

Ominis and Amit would eat cereal once in a while.

But strangely, when you sit next to them, you find them reaching for a box of cereal and burying their heads into the bowl, refusing to meet your eyes and their cheeks bright red.

We Party Like It's 1890

Victorians loved the macabre and the exoticism. The best parties were considered the dissection of Egyptian mummies.

Garreth Weasley, knows how to party.

And also happens to know a man who can get him an Egyptian mummy.

The whole school erupts into an excited buzz when they hear of a party being held by Weasley.

How he manages to afford an Egyptian mummy at such a great price, you ask?

If you ask Garreth, he'd say it's thanks to his winning charm.

If you ask Ominis, it's because he's being swindled with some "third-rate corpse dug somewhere from Whitechapel."

Having attended a few of those parties himself back home, Ominis apparently can tell the difference between a real mummy vs. a fabricated one.

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Garreth Weasley rolls up his sleeves, and dramatically flourishes his wand to begin the demonstration.

But, contrary to his boasting, he is quite shit with anatomy and maintaining steady hands.

Amit Thakkar is driven mad to no end at these parties, though he always comes begrudgingly.

He chooses to come because Garreth will literally drag Amit to his party.

But also because Amit naively believes every time that he might be able to teach Garreth a thing or two about anatomy.

Garreth has not failed to disappoint Amit every time so far.

"Agh, Garreth! You've spliced the superior vena cava!"

"Patience now, Amit. A delicate artform such as this takes great skill and control of one's wand-"

Garreth's hand slips, proceeding to stab the heart with the tip of his wand.

"Ah. Shit... Well. That's that."

"No matter." As Garreth wipes his wand on a tablecloth. "Now who wants to try my newest butterbeer!?"

That is usually when the party comes to an abrupt end as everyone rushes to the door.

Cure for All: Egyptian Mummies

Victorians engaging in straight-up Cannibalism

Ground-up mummies from Egypt are sold as a cure for all.

Sebastian, unfortunately, hears this rumour.

The next day, he's selling it in the corridor as a "Miracle Powder: 100% High-Quality Egyptian Mummies - Straight from the Tomb of Pharaohs"

Anne is in on it.

The local population of Inferi have significantly dwindled ever since.

But soon enough, not even Inferi are enough for his demanding supply.

There have been recent headlines in the Daily Prophet of the alarming number of grave robberies. Wizards. Goblins. House-elves. No one is safe.

Ominis: "Really, Sebastian? Grave robbing?"

Sebastian: "It's called procuring the merchandise, Ominis. Clearly, something you don't understand as someone who hadn't had to work a day of his life."

Sebastian boasting about his knack for business.

One night, Sebastian shows up in front of you with two shovels on his shoulders.

MC: "Grave robbing?"

Sebastian: "Grave robbing."

MC: "Should we dig up Uncle Solomon?"

Sebastian, taking way too long to consider: "... Nah. Anne would kill me for it."

MC: "At least that would get us two bodies."

The Beginning of a Business Relation with Garreth

There was one time when Prof Weasley got suspicious of Garreth’s outlandish plans, leaving him unable to retrieve the entertainment for the party that he’d already planned.

"Come on, Sallow. My reputation is at stake."

"Word tells me you can fetch me a mummy, yes?"

Sebastian, being the savvy businessman that he is, strokes his chin.

"I can. But it will cost you."

The whole school will remember that horrendous night, when the mummy mysteriously came back to life, and began attacking the students, the whole room erupting into chaos.

"It's the Pharaoh's Curse!" Duncan Hobhouse wails. "I knew I should've never come!"

Ominis growls about Duncan always complaining, and being too much of a coward to do anything.

Ominis: "Perhaps we sacrifice Puffskein Dunkein to the mummy. We’d feign an accident off school grounds. Nobody needs to know."

"I have it all under control," Sebastian shouts to Garreth.

As he continues to blast Confringo non-stop at the inferi in mid-panic.

----

To support Sebastian's growing business, you are in charge of harvesting Inferi and bodies for Sebastian. But Garreth is in charge of the processing.

Ever since the fiasco at the party, Garreth forgave Sebastian and joined in to assist with the processing part.

Garreth says he’s forgiven Sebastian. But he now takes 55% of the cut.

These days, you can find the two in the Undercroft, testing out the newest solution.

The Mad Scientist and The Merchant of Death.

Round goggles. Rolled up sleeves.

A thick pungent smell of whatever solution Garreth came up to quicken the mummification process.

How lovely.

Ominis is not happy.

----

If MC is extremely progressive, they'd disapprove of mummy dissection parties and comment to Garreth about the colonial mindset behind parties like this.

For weeks, Garreth is depressed and remorseful.

From then on, the Egyptian Mummy is replaced with a fake from Sallows, Co.

Ugliness

Victorians believed that loveless marriage and sex led to their children being born ugly.

Sebastian loves taunting Leander Prewett along this line of thought.

"Hey Prewett, guess where I was last night?"

Leander rolls his eyes. "Let me guess. My mother's?"

"You're quick this morning, I see. Your mother told me she's never loved your father."

Leander grows bright red, glaring. "Don't you dare, Sallow."

Sebastian with a smirk: "Solved at least one mystery. The reason why you look like a leper."

Leander explodes, warranting Sebastian a number of hexes and detention for both of them.

Source:

-The Astonishingly Slow Progress Towards Surgical Anesthesia -What People Ate to Survive the Victorian Era -Mummy Parties -The Gruesome History of Eating Corpses as Medicine

Imagine Ketterdam centuries in the future, where all six crows have become saints, and their shenanigans have too many references sin history books to be written off as fairytales.

Kaz Brekker, the Saint of thieves who takes pity on the lost souls and evokes power into the hearts of crooks.

Inej Ghafa the Saint of the abused, holding a protective hand over those who share her story and causing slavers great misfortune.

Jesper Fahey, the Saint of treasure whose name those whisper at gambling tables for good luck and is said to guard all zowa.

Wylan Hendriks, a Saint of runaways who watches over the shaken souls and bruised children who slip out of their bedroom windows to start new lives.

Nina Zenik, the Saint of lovers who couples leave offerings to in hopes that their love will be eternal, no matter what.

Matthias Helvar, the Saint of soldiers who younglings going to war pray to for mercy, and known to protect Grisha when called upon.

i’m a simple girl. i see a picture of norman reedus smoking or his hands and i pass out.

New idea for a Danny Phantom DC crossover fic!

Danny always knew that he was adopted. His parent's had always been open with this fact and always made sure he knew they loved him just as much as Jazz. What they failed to mention was that they found him in a crashed spaceship while camping!

"You were so small and scared," his mom told him with a sigh, "We couldn't understand anything you were saying, the only thing we understood was your name."

"Sooooo you're saying Daniel is my alien name?" Danny asked in complete disbelief.

"Yep! But you said it kinda weird for a while," his dad chuckled like this whole situation was completely normal, which admittedly calmed Danny's nerves a bit. "You would point to yourself and say Dan El! Dan El! Gosh, it was adorable."

Danny felt his face heat up. His dad ruffled his hair and laughed, "I miss those days, now my kids are both moody teenagers! I'm starting to feel old!"

Danny found himself laughing lightly. Honestly, this whole thing would be pretty cool if he wasn't still freaking out. He was an alien. A freakin alien. As if being half ghost wasn't strange enough!

Danny could only pray that his life wasn't about to get even more complicated.

900 miles away Clark Kent sat at his desk at the daily planet.

As he typed about local long-lost sisters reuniting after years apart, he couldn't help the depressed, bitter feeling swirling around his stomach. Growing up Clark had always wanted a sibling, someone to play with and help him with chores on the farm. Someone who understood him.

So you can imagine his shock and delight when he learned he actually had a sibling! An older brother!

They were sent to earth in separate ships but should have landed at around the same time!

Clark did what anyone would do and searched for his brother. Then he started college but would still look. Then he got a job but would still look. Then he became a superhero, he didn't have much time to look. Then he joined the Justice League... he didn't look much anymore, and when he did he wasn't hopeful.

Clark was just about done with the article when a beep let him know someone from the league was trying to get ahold of him.

He quickly left his desk and headed for the hallway. Pressing the button on his earpiece, Clark couldn't even get a word out before a familiar brooding voice echoed in his ear.

"I looked."

Clark felt a chill go down his spine, "Did you find anything?" he demanded, sounding more like Superman.

There was a pause.

"You're gonna want to see this."

Clockwork watched as all the pieces finally fell into place. He waved his staff and saw the event that started it all play across his screen. Two Kryptonian ships heading to earth when a portal opens up, a portal Clockwork himself created, and swallows one of the ships.

The portal opens up again over a decade later, spitting out the same ship.

"Yes, everything is how it should be."