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Metropolis, The continuing adventures of Superman
By Gardy
This is my take on how a new series might take shape. In this version there is no Doomsday, and Jimmy is still alive, and Kara’s back.
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving DC Comics, Smallville, etc. This story doesn’t intend to parrot any other fan fic writer’s stories.
Episode 1 – Chapter 1: Pulling Up Roots
Cue the new opening theme song music: Somebody Save Me
Opening scene: The camera flies speedily above the Kansas cornfields. The amber waves of grain bend slightly as the winds’ wake whips past them. The shot pans across to the Kent Farm as it slows, taking in the familiar red barn with silo, and the bright yellow Kent farmhouse.
Several cattle chew cud peacefully along the gravelly access road leading to the ranch house. Some are startled, shuffling away, and mooing, as the camera pans down low, nearing the wraparound front porch.
The front screen door pushes open, revealing a familiar head of disheveled, yet fluffy lengthy blonde hair. The kitchen is neat and tidy, though a few boxes filled with glassware, utensils, and a variety of dishes are seen, stacked upon a countertop.
“Aunt Martha? Clark?” Kara Zor El Kent calls out into the mostly silent house. The reddish brown retriever, Shelby / Krypto, barks happily and pads up to the returning guest. “Hey!” Kara pats the dog’s head gently.
Kara’s supersensitive hearing picks up the wisps of a conversation. Upstairs, Lois and Clark are engaged in some playful banter. The alien beauty brushes a thick wad of hair away from her ear, to pick up a clearer tone.
“Are you sure that you don’t want to room with me, Smallville?” Lois offers, flipping her brownish black hair over one shoulder, as she bends over picking up another box. Clark shakes his head, sporting a shorter, neater haircut than usual. “No thanks, Lois.”
She looks away, crestfallen. “Why not? What’s the matter?” She straightens up, placing a box upon a nearby mahogany dresser. “Remember, I promised you Guitar Hero weekends, DVD sharing, and I’ll even let you borrow my Whitesnake CD.”
“I mean what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll see you in your Sponge Bob boxer briefs?” Lois pleaded. Clark chuckles. “No Lois, I usually sleep sans shorts.” He purposely teased her. “Too much information?” He added, jokingly.
Lois smiles brightly. “I won’t mind, if you can avoid strangling yourself on my unmentionables, which at any given time could be hanging in the bathroom, strewn all over the couch, or balled up into a dust bunny filled corner of the bedroom.” She quipped.
“It’s not that.’ Clark grins. “I just like to have my own space, that’s all.” It would also make my new stint as the Red Blue Blur that much more difficult to pull off, he thought sourly. Lois was uncharacteristically silent, never a good sign. Clark guessed that she was feeling lonely and left out, with Chloe and Jimmy hooked up, Lois had been performing lately, as a third wheel.
Now that Chloe had taken on Oliver’s Watchtower position, the stress on her and Jimmy’s relationship was palpable. Chloe also spent less time with Clark and Lois, which likely added to the future star-crossed lovers being put together, if the fates would allow.
“You are moving nearby in Metropolis, aren’t you?” Lois sounded like she was still pleading, as she slammed a pair of Clark’s socks into the mover’s box in frustration. “Do you mean ‘am I moving near you’?” Clark challenged playfully. “Possibly, if I can afford the place that I’m looking at, around the corner from your condo. After all, I’m not the Daily Planet’s star reporter.”
Lois ignored Clark’s good-natured taunting, and hadn’t yet given up on her proposal. “You’re missing a great opportunity, Smallville.” Lois bargained. “We could cut all of our expenses in half by pulling a domestic cohabitation.” She pitched.
Clark couldn’t believe that this was the same fearless, independent, self-serving, highly motivated, egotistically driven Lois Lane that he’d come to know over the last few years. What was going on with her? He silently mused.
“Lois, I thought that you hated living here with me.” Clark reminded her. “You know, away from all the action, in the sticks, getting up with the rooster.” Lois shrugged. “Hate is too strong a word. I told you before, I just wanted to live in a place without farm animals in it.” She whined, which was very unusual in Clark’s opinion.
“Kara’s back!” Clark announced, skillfully changing the subject. “What? How could you know that?” Lois folded her tan arms across her ample chest. “Didn’t you hear Shelby barking?” Clark diverted. “How does that translate into Kara…?” Lois began as Clark interrupted her. “Instinct.” He snickered. “And the fact that she just yelled my name.”
Kara bounded up the stairs, speedily entering Clark’s bedroom. Her big blue eyes widened as she saw Clark neatly folding his ubiquitous red flannel shirt into an old brown suitcase, initialed JK, Jonathan Kent. “Look what the wind blew in.” Lois smirked. “Hey Kara.”
The alien beauty glanced around the room in shock. Had Lois spied her flying in over the farmland? Had Clark told her the truth about them? She decided to play it by one attractive ear. “Uh…Hi Lois, what’s new?” Kara deadpanned. “Kal…I mean…” Kara coughed to cover up her faux pas, as Clark shot her a dirty look. “Clark, are we moving?”
“Kal?” Lois echoed. Kara coughed roughly to cover up the mistake further. “I must’ve swallowed a bug.” She reddened slightly. “Yummy.” Lois chuckled. “You’d better help yourself to a bottle of cold water, before Clark takes it. He’s bringing anything that isn’t nailed down.” She joked.
“Your cousin has finally opted to join me in the big city.” Lois added sarcastically, desperately trying to alleviate her increasing depression. “How could he leave this all behind?”
“Well, the commute will be shorter.” Clark put in. “Did you tell Aunt Martha?” Kara asked the obvious question, as her voice grew a notch higher. “Sure. She was all for it.” He responded. “What about the farm itself? Who’ll feed the animals?” The super powered teen wondered aloud. “You can have it.” Clark couldn’t resist teasing his younger cousin.
“What am I gonna do with a farm?” Kara frowned. “Actually, our neighbor, Elmer Schmidt is already working the back forty acres. He and his son, Judd, might be interested in the front eighty acres as well.” Clark informed them. “Elmer and Judd? I couldn’t make those names up.” Lois grumbled as she tossed one of Clark’s blue jeans in the suitcase.
“We’re keeping the house and land of course, and leasing the proceeds to the Schmidts.” Clark continued unabated. “Mom could never part with the property fully. She considers it her retirement home, once she’s done with her run in the Senate.”
Lois shifted uncomfortably. This is not good at all she silently criticized. On the one hand, she was glad that Clark was finally moving off the farm, presumably to get a life. On the other, she really wanted him to move in with her. She admitted to herself that she couldn’t picture her life without Clark in it.
A vision of a TV set, couch, pillows, and her sucking down a gallon of ice cream entered into her mind’s eye. That was followed by a vision of her in a white wedding dress, standing beside Clark in a sharp black tux, and finally an old gray haired hag staring aimlessly out a window entered her thought stream. She shook it all off quickly.
“Lois?” Clark’s voice derailed her train of thought. “Huh?” She glanced up warily from the suitcase. “Kara asked you how things were going at the Planet.” Clark said patiently. “Oh sorry! Did you just feel the air pressure drop in here? I have to quit watching late night movies.”
“Things at the Planet are about as you’d expect.” She turned her attention towards the pretty young Kryptonian. As soon as Lois looked away, Clark brazenly used his super speed to collect and fold a number of his favorite items of clothing, including the infamous red jacket.
Lois absently grabbed a stack of Clark’s white T-shirts. “The hours are long, and the stories are coming slowly…” She began distractedly. “Except for one…” Kara smirked. “The Red Blue Blur!” The precocious teen quipped, as Clark gave her the cutthroat sign. Kara couldn’t resist pressing Lois’s buttons. “That’s the one!” Lois said as her mood brightened.
Clark rolled his eyes. “Did you meet him?” Kara toyed with Lois. “Don’t encourage her!” Clark chastised his younger cousin. “What’s the matter, Smallville? Are you having issues with the Red Blue Blur? Maybe you’re just a wee bit jealous?” Lois rode him.
Jealous? Of myself? I hardly think so. Clark thought. “How do you know it’s a he?” Clark said, eyeing Kara playfully. Lois snickered. “I told you that I talked to him.” Kara’s eyes sparkled, clearly enjoying the exchange. “No way!” Lois nodded, grinning thinly. “Yes! I did. He promised to give me his first exclusive interview, once he decides to ‘come out’ so to speak.”
“You believed him?” Clark groaned. “A guy with an altered voice on the phone?” Lois stopped dead in her tracks. “I don’t think that I said he altered his voice.” Clark gulped. I have to be more careful. He berated himself. “I just assumed that he would, otherwise you’d might recognize it, somewhere.” Clark defended weakly as Kara shook her head. “Whatever, Clark!” Lois sniped.
“Anyway, Kara, we’re ordering a pizza later after we finish ransacking the house.” Lois added with her usual morbid sense of humor. “You’re welcome to join us.” Kara hesitated. “Um, I have to be somewhere, but yeah, maybe later.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that Clark doesn’t take your Barbie Doll collection.” Lois gibed as Kara cast her a sidelong glance. “Okay, then scoot!” She ordered the super teen. Kara left them to the packing and cleaning, more confused than ever. She hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Clark about her latest adventures, and what she’d found on her travels.
Why would Kal suddenly want to move to Metropolis, after working so hard to avoid raising his profile? Kara pondered as she made her way quickly downstairs. Of course! She snapped her fingers, causing a minor shockwave throughout the house that started Shelby / Krypto barking again. The Red Blue Blur! Kara thought about her cousin proudly. It’s about time!
By Gardy
This is my take on how a new series might take shape. In this version there is no Doomsday, and Jimmy is still alive, and Kara’s back.
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving DC Comics, Smallville, etc. This story doesn’t intend to parrot any other fan fic writer’s stories.
Episode 1 – Chapter 1: Pulling Up Roots
Cue the new opening theme song music: Somebody Save Me
Opening scene: The camera flies speedily above the Kansas cornfields. The amber waves of grain bend slightly as the winds’ wake whips past them. The shot pans across to the Kent Farm as it slows, taking in the familiar red barn with silo, and the bright yellow Kent farmhouse.
Several cattle chew cud peacefully along the gravelly access road leading to the ranch house. Some are startled, shuffling away, and mooing, as the camera pans down low, nearing the wraparound front porch.
The front screen door pushes open, revealing a familiar head of disheveled, yet fluffy lengthy blonde hair. The kitchen is neat and tidy, though a few boxes filled with glassware, utensils, and a variety of dishes are seen, stacked upon a countertop.
“Aunt Martha? Clark?” Kara Zor El Kent calls out into the mostly silent house. The reddish brown retriever, Shelby / Krypto, barks happily and pads up to the returning guest. “Hey!” Kara pats the dog’s head gently.
Kara’s supersensitive hearing picks up the wisps of a conversation. Upstairs, Lois and Clark are engaged in some playful banter. The alien beauty brushes a thick wad of hair away from her ear, to pick up a clearer tone.
“Are you sure that you don’t want to room with me, Smallville?” Lois offers, flipping her brownish black hair over one shoulder, as she bends over picking up another box. Clark shakes his head, sporting a shorter, neater haircut than usual. “No thanks, Lois.”
She looks away, crestfallen. “Why not? What’s the matter?” She straightens up, placing a box upon a nearby mahogany dresser. “Remember, I promised you Guitar Hero weekends, DVD sharing, and I’ll even let you borrow my Whitesnake CD.”
“I mean what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll see you in your Sponge Bob boxer briefs?” Lois pleaded. Clark chuckles. “No Lois, I usually sleep sans shorts.” He purposely teased her. “Too much information?” He added, jokingly.
Lois smiles brightly. “I won’t mind, if you can avoid strangling yourself on my unmentionables, which at any given time could be hanging in the bathroom, strewn all over the couch, or balled up into a dust bunny filled corner of the bedroom.” She quipped.
“It’s not that.’ Clark grins. “I just like to have my own space, that’s all.” It would also make my new stint as the Red Blue Blur that much more difficult to pull off, he thought sourly. Lois was uncharacteristically silent, never a good sign. Clark guessed that she was feeling lonely and left out, with Chloe and Jimmy hooked up, Lois had been performing lately, as a third wheel.
Now that Chloe had taken on Oliver’s Watchtower position, the stress on her and Jimmy’s relationship was palpable. Chloe also spent less time with Clark and Lois, which likely added to the future star-crossed lovers being put together, if the fates would allow.
“You are moving nearby in Metropolis, aren’t you?” Lois sounded like she was still pleading, as she slammed a pair of Clark’s socks into the mover’s box in frustration. “Do you mean ‘am I moving near you’?” Clark challenged playfully. “Possibly, if I can afford the place that I’m looking at, around the corner from your condo. After all, I’m not the Daily Planet’s star reporter.”
Lois ignored Clark’s good-natured taunting, and hadn’t yet given up on her proposal. “You’re missing a great opportunity, Smallville.” Lois bargained. “We could cut all of our expenses in half by pulling a domestic cohabitation.” She pitched.
Clark couldn’t believe that this was the same fearless, independent, self-serving, highly motivated, egotistically driven Lois Lane that he’d come to know over the last few years. What was going on with her? He silently mused.
“Lois, I thought that you hated living here with me.” Clark reminded her. “You know, away from all the action, in the sticks, getting up with the rooster.” Lois shrugged. “Hate is too strong a word. I told you before, I just wanted to live in a place without farm animals in it.” She whined, which was very unusual in Clark’s opinion.
“Kara’s back!” Clark announced, skillfully changing the subject. “What? How could you know that?” Lois folded her tan arms across her ample chest. “Didn’t you hear Shelby barking?” Clark diverted. “How does that translate into Kara…?” Lois began as Clark interrupted her. “Instinct.” He snickered. “And the fact that she just yelled my name.”
Kara bounded up the stairs, speedily entering Clark’s bedroom. Her big blue eyes widened as she saw Clark neatly folding his ubiquitous red flannel shirt into an old brown suitcase, initialed JK, Jonathan Kent. “Look what the wind blew in.” Lois smirked. “Hey Kara.”
The alien beauty glanced around the room in shock. Had Lois spied her flying in over the farmland? Had Clark told her the truth about them? She decided to play it by one attractive ear. “Uh…Hi Lois, what’s new?” Kara deadpanned. “Kal…I mean…” Kara coughed to cover up her faux pas, as Clark shot her a dirty look. “Clark, are we moving?”
“Kal?” Lois echoed. Kara coughed roughly to cover up the mistake further. “I must’ve swallowed a bug.” She reddened slightly. “Yummy.” Lois chuckled. “You’d better help yourself to a bottle of cold water, before Clark takes it. He’s bringing anything that isn’t nailed down.” She joked.
“Your cousin has finally opted to join me in the big city.” Lois added sarcastically, desperately trying to alleviate her increasing depression. “How could he leave this all behind?”
“Well, the commute will be shorter.” Clark put in. “Did you tell Aunt Martha?” Kara asked the obvious question, as her voice grew a notch higher. “Sure. She was all for it.” He responded. “What about the farm itself? Who’ll feed the animals?” The super powered teen wondered aloud. “You can have it.” Clark couldn’t resist teasing his younger cousin.
“What am I gonna do with a farm?” Kara frowned. “Actually, our neighbor, Elmer Schmidt is already working the back forty acres. He and his son, Judd, might be interested in the front eighty acres as well.” Clark informed them. “Elmer and Judd? I couldn’t make those names up.” Lois grumbled as she tossed one of Clark’s blue jeans in the suitcase.
“We’re keeping the house and land of course, and leasing the proceeds to the Schmidts.” Clark continued unabated. “Mom could never part with the property fully. She considers it her retirement home, once she’s done with her run in the Senate.”
Lois shifted uncomfortably. This is not good at all she silently criticized. On the one hand, she was glad that Clark was finally moving off the farm, presumably to get a life. On the other, she really wanted him to move in with her. She admitted to herself that she couldn’t picture her life without Clark in it.
A vision of a TV set, couch, pillows, and her sucking down a gallon of ice cream entered into her mind’s eye. That was followed by a vision of her in a white wedding dress, standing beside Clark in a sharp black tux, and finally an old gray haired hag staring aimlessly out a window entered her thought stream. She shook it all off quickly.
“Lois?” Clark’s voice derailed her train of thought. “Huh?” She glanced up warily from the suitcase. “Kara asked you how things were going at the Planet.” Clark said patiently. “Oh sorry! Did you just feel the air pressure drop in here? I have to quit watching late night movies.”
“Things at the Planet are about as you’d expect.” She turned her attention towards the pretty young Kryptonian. As soon as Lois looked away, Clark brazenly used his super speed to collect and fold a number of his favorite items of clothing, including the infamous red jacket.
Lois absently grabbed a stack of Clark’s white T-shirts. “The hours are long, and the stories are coming slowly…” She began distractedly. “Except for one…” Kara smirked. “The Red Blue Blur!” The precocious teen quipped, as Clark gave her the cutthroat sign. Kara couldn’t resist pressing Lois’s buttons. “That’s the one!” Lois said as her mood brightened.
Clark rolled his eyes. “Did you meet him?” Kara toyed with Lois. “Don’t encourage her!” Clark chastised his younger cousin. “What’s the matter, Smallville? Are you having issues with the Red Blue Blur? Maybe you’re just a wee bit jealous?” Lois rode him.
Jealous? Of myself? I hardly think so. Clark thought. “How do you know it’s a he?” Clark said, eyeing Kara playfully. Lois snickered. “I told you that I talked to him.” Kara’s eyes sparkled, clearly enjoying the exchange. “No way!” Lois nodded, grinning thinly. “Yes! I did. He promised to give me his first exclusive interview, once he decides to ‘come out’ so to speak.”
“You believed him?” Clark groaned. “A guy with an altered voice on the phone?” Lois stopped dead in her tracks. “I don’t think that I said he altered his voice.” Clark gulped. I have to be more careful. He berated himself. “I just assumed that he would, otherwise you’d might recognize it, somewhere.” Clark defended weakly as Kara shook her head. “Whatever, Clark!” Lois sniped.
“Anyway, Kara, we’re ordering a pizza later after we finish ransacking the house.” Lois added with her usual morbid sense of humor. “You’re welcome to join us.” Kara hesitated. “Um, I have to be somewhere, but yeah, maybe later.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that Clark doesn’t take your Barbie Doll collection.” Lois gibed as Kara cast her a sidelong glance. “Okay, then scoot!” She ordered the super teen. Kara left them to the packing and cleaning, more confused than ever. She hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Clark about her latest adventures, and what she’d found on her travels.
Why would Kal suddenly want to move to Metropolis, after working so hard to avoid raising his profile? Kara pondered as she made her way quickly downstairs. Of course! She snapped her fingers, causing a minor shockwave throughout the house that started Shelby / Krypto barking again. The Red Blue Blur! Kara thought about her cousin proudly. It’s about time!
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