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I’m so late to this party, but I’ve only just stumbled upon Smallville and after reading some of the wonderful stories around I thought I’d give it a go myself.
This is an AU exploring what Clark’s life would be like if we changed things around a little...Okay a lot but the poor guy had it rough and I want a little more positivity around him. (And a lot less Luthor, Blana and Green K - that stuffs lethal you know)
for now this is PG-13 but it will venture into NC-17 but I’ll post those chapters in the adult section and link them in here.
So...on with the show. Let me know what you think.
Prologue
September 1986
“It’s Dr Swann, Sir, he said it’s urgent.”
Thomas sighed and flashed his wife an apologetic smile before handing his gloves back to the maid. Between the clinic and the board, he’d spent very little time with his family in recent weeks, and he’d promised them this night at the theater. No interruptions.
Yet another promise broken.
“Go.” Martha smiled as she placed a gentle hand on his arm. “We have time, the show doesn’t start for another hour.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be a quick as I can.” He promised placing a soft kiss on her forehead. His hand reached out to ruffle his sons hair, earning him a playfully huff, before he turned and made his way to his study.
He hadn’t heard from Swann in months. The reclusive genius had been completely off the grid, shrouded in secrecy and consumed in his research. He’d gone to the extremes, and had Thomas not known the importance of such measures, he’d have been concerned for his friends sanity.
There was, after all, such a fine line between greatness and madness.
But he did know. He’d been the first person Virgil had brought his finding to, and he was all too aware of the magnitude of the information they possessed, and the consequences of it falling into the wrong hands.
Taking a deep breath, he sank into his chair and reached for the phone.
“Virgil.”
“Thomas, I…” Virgil’s distinctively strong voice shook, and the breath Thomas was taking got stuck in his throat.
“Good lord.” He breathed, “you’ve done it.”
“Yes. How soon can you get here?”
Hands shaking, Thomas looked at his watch. It was just after six, and although he wanted to call his pilot and have the helicopter readied, it would draw to much attention to his visit.
“I’ll have Alfred drive me, I should be there by eight. Have you informed Robert?”
“Not yet, but I believe he’s already in Manhattan, he should be here by the time you arrive.”
“Good. That’s good.” He nodded, as he ran his trembling fingers though his hair. “Is it what we presumed?”
“It’s more, my friend. So much more.”
The line went dead and with his heartbeat suddenly thundering in his ears, Thomas gently placed the phone back on his desk.
More?
How was that possible? They’d pushed the board on theories, considering everything from Russian or Korean War tactics, and deep space satellite communications, to alien transmissions in nearby galaxies. What could possibly be more than that?
With adrenaline coursing though his body, Thomas pushed away from his desk and rushed out of his office. Martha and Bruce were still stood waiting in the foyer, and he was swamped with the all too familiar feeling of guilt, but this was just to important to dismiss for a night at the theater.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, as he watched his wife shrug out of her coat, “I’ll make it up to you both, I promise. But I have to go to Manhattan.”
“Can I come, father?” Bruce asked, his eyes dancing between his parents.
“Not tonight, son.” He said quietly, as he crouched on a trembling knee before his only child. “I can’t apologize enough, but it’s extremely important that I go. But I promise, we’ll spend a day together soon.”
Bruce nodded, ever the understanding child, before he turned and speed off towards the kitchens. He looked up at his wife, and she held her hand out to him, helping him to stand.
“Is everything okay?”
“Virgil cracked the transmission.”
*****************************************
The two hour drive from Gotham City to Manhattan seemed to take an eternity, yet somehow it passed in a blur. As predicted, Robert and his wife Moira were there when he arrived and all three occupants looked up at him as he was shown into the room.
“Thomas.” Moira smiled, holding out her hands as she crossed the room towards him. “It’s so good to see you.” He took her hands softly in his and leaned down to kiss her cheek.
“You as well. Martha sends her love, and her apologies.”
“I expected her to be here.” She sighed as he followed her across the room. “I detest being the odd one out in your little gentleman’s club.”
“No, you miss swapping war stories and having an ally in your attempts to…cajole us mere mortals.” Robert laughed as he held his hand out for Thomas to shake.
“Well somebody has to keep you all in line.”
“Indeed.” Thomas smiled as he moved to greet Virgil. “What have you uncovered my friend?”
The older man took a breath, and gestured for his guests to take a seat. As they did, the lights dimmed and the doors and windows were suddenly hidden by solid steel shutters.
“The most monumental discovery in the history of mankind.” He announced as a projector lit up showing rows of symbols unlike Thomas had ever seen. “This was hidden inside the transmission.”
“What is it?”
“It is a message sent to a man named Hiram Kent. The traveller is coming, and he’s heading for Smallville, Kansas.”
****************************************
October 1989
“Good morning, Martha.” She set down the crate of apples beside the truck and pulled her gloves off before leaning in to kiss the other woman’s cheek.
“Good morning.”
“No Jonathon today?”
“Robert’s already stollen him I’m afraid. They were talking business before he’d even stopped the truck.” Martha laughed as she followed Moira Queen up the stone steps and into the halls of the Queens mansion. “How’s Oliver?”
“He’s well. All riled up for the homecoming game this afternoon. I had to send him outside before he broke the whole house.” She smiled as she poured two glasses of iced tea and handed one to Martha
“Thank you. God forbid anything come between a boy and his sport.”
“Exactly.” She agreed, as she two women made their way out on to the veranda to enjoy the sunshine. “How are you?”
Martha sighed and cast her eyes to the sky for the hundredth time that morning. She seemed to spend most of her time looking towards the stars, and had for the last nineteen months. Doubting, praying, waiting for her miracle.
“Loosing hope.” She admitted quietly. “Hope that I’d promised myself I wouldn’t feel.”
She felt Moira’s hand wrap around hers and she squeezed it gently. Moira’s arrival on their door step a year and a half ago had been a surprise. Jonathon may have grown up in a small town, but Martha was a city girl, and she knew who Robert and Moira Queen where. More surprising still had been the revelation that their farm hand of six months, Virgil, was none other than Dr Virgil Swann a renowned scientist and astronomer from New York.
The icing on the cake had been their third companion, Thomas Wayne of Wayne Enterprises. It wasn’t every day that their small, two bedroom farm house was brimming with the American elite.
What they had revealed to the Kents that rainy autumn night was a secret so profound, so unbelievable that it had left them reeling for months to come. Jonathon’s father had been the intended recipient of a message from outer space. Kal-El, the last son of the planet Krypton, was being sent to earth to live under his protection.
An alien.
An honestly to goodness alien, from a planet she’d never heard of, was supposedly on his way to earth in search of her father-in-law who had been dead for over seven years. She felt like she’d just stepped in to the twilight zone. It just wasn’t possible, or it wasn’t supposed to be. Not one person in the room knew why, or what exactly this unknown creature would turn out to be, but as far as they could determined, they were the only people on earth that knew about it.
Jonathon had nearly lost his head. He had been terrified for her safety, and it was only Moira’s voice of reason that had prevented him from calling the pentagon.
“This is somebody’s son, Mr Kent. He’s being sent to us, to you, by a father so desperate for his child to live that he was willing to risk sending him thousands of light years away to give him even a minuscule chance of survival. How would you feel if it was your son? Virgil has led us to believe that you are a good man. That you have strong principles and a kind heart. Put yourself in his fathers place.
“Their planet has been destroyed, God alone knows just how many Kyrptonians have perished, and Kal-El is the very last one of his species. Clearly they are an intelligent life form and if he’s being sent here, with instructions to find your father, it stands to reason that he must been some form of humanoid child. Are you willing to turn that child away? Because believe you me, if you won’t take him in, I certainly will.”
Since that day, Martha’s dreams had been filled with images of a small dark haired boy, and she grew to hope. But as the months passed, that hope was dwindling fast.
“Don’t lose faith.” Moira whispered, “Kal-El’s journey is a long one and while there’s always a chance that he might arrive after our time on earth in done, we have to hope that’s not the case, and be prepared for him to come.”
They were as prepared as they could possibly be. With the support and advice from the Wayne’s, Queens and Dr Swann, the farm was flourishing, and with investment and various business venture, they were more financially secure than they had ever thought to be. The house had been extended to accommodate a potential growth to their family.
In the event that it was a child and not an adult arriving, Iron clad adoption papers had been drawn up siting the reclusive, and now quadriplegic, Dr Swann, was handing his sons guardianship over to the Kent’s. No one would question it, the papers were sealed, and he hadn’t been seen or heard of by the public in over three years, and only sporadically before that.
It had been another uphill battle with Jonathon, when Dr Swann announced that he’d sold his company and put the majority of his multi billion dollar fortune in trust for Kal-El.
“We are grateful for all the help you have given us, but will not accept your charity, Virgil.” Jonathon exclaimed as he paced the foot of his friends hospital bed. “If he is the savior you think he is, Kal-El needs to learn our way of life. He needs to know an honest days work. He needs to learn the meaning of sacrifice, he needs to understand the way of the little people, not just the mighty and wealthy.”
“We may be entrusting you with Kal-El’s guardianship, Jon but contrary to your obvious belief he is not your son, not yet. He wasn’t born a savior, no man is, it’s a right he has to earn. If I didn’t believe that he would learn wisdom, compassion, sacrifice and love within your care, I never would have brought you into the fold.
“But I firmly believe that he has an incredible destiny ahead of him, and for him to achieve that he will need more than just your guidance. He will need the support of all of us, and that includes financial as well as emotional. Wealth doesn’t make a shallow man, greed does, and if you can look past your misplaced pride, I suggest you cast your eyes to our friends.
“Thomas and Robert are great men, and just because they can afford the best, they have not become the worst of mankind. They may not work the land, but they do work hard. They help their communities, they feed the poor, and the Queens have uprooted their lives to be in Smallville to support you. It appears to me that you are more likely to judge us for our wealth, than we are to judge you for your lack of it. Get over yourself, Jonathon and get rid of your prejudices before you make me regret bringing you in.”
That little speech had rendered her husband silent for almost a week, before he’d swallowed his pride and apologised. He could be as stubborn and prideful and the best of them, but though it may take him a while, he will always own up when he’s wrong. It was one of the things she loved about him.
“I had a nightmare last night.” Martha admitted, as she stood and moved towards the rail, watching nine year old Oliver tossing a football back and forth with Jonathon. “I dreamt that Kal-El was more octopus than man. What do we do if he’s so obviously not human?”
“Virgil has a plan in place.” Moira reassured her quietly as she moved to stand by her side. “He obviously won’t be able to live as one of us, but he’ll still get the best care in a place where no one will hurt him or run tests on him. He’ll have the best education and we’ll all be able to visit him if he’s receptacle to it.”
“OLIVER! JON! GET IN THE HOUSE!” Martha’s heart leapt into her throat, and both woman turned to watch Robert as he shot passed them into the garden.
“Robert…what?” Moira gasped but he didn’t answer, he ran straight to Oliver and scooped him up into his arms before turning back toward the house with Jonathon running beside him.
“What’s happened? Robert tell me what’s going on!” Moira yelled as they were all but dragged in to the house.
Martha’s fingers were tingling as her fight or flight reflex kicked it, but she was near frozen with fear, her heart pounding as her eyes darted from one person to the next.
“Get down to the bunker. Virgil called, he said they came from nowhere, one minute there was nothing and the next…BAM!”
“What came from nowhere?”
As soon as the question left her husbands lips, the ground shook and a huge explosion rent through the air.
“Meteorites.”
They turned as one and stared up out of the window as balls of rock and fire rained down towards the earth. There were so many, that the whole sky was awash with colour and smoke, and tremors jolted them time and time again.
“Oh God, Kal-El!” Martha exclaimed, her fear turning to panicked exhilaration as she found her feet and rushed from the room.
“Martha!” Jonathon cried, as he turned to run after her. “Stop!”
“It’s Kal-El, Jonathon, I know it is.” She called back as she jumped into the truck and started the engine. Jonathon jumped in beside her and attempted to snatch the key out of the ignition, but she slapped his hand away and shoved the truck into reverse.
“Please stop, think about what you’re doing.” He begged as the earth continued to shake and she peeled out onto the highway, heading back towards the farm.
“I am thinking…our son’s out there.”
“You don’t know that. You have no idea that it’s him, or what we’ll encounter if it is. He could be dangerous.” He argued as he grabbed the steering wheel, helping her to avoid the falling rocks. The car swerved, and she cursed under her breath as she corrected the steering and pulled it back under her control.
“I know exactly what we’ll find.”
“I know what you hope to find, sweetheart but please…”
“No! This is our son, Jonathon, our son don’t ask me to abandon him before we’ve even found him. He needs us as much as we need him, I will not leave him for somebody else to find.” She cried, her heart still thundering as she cast her eyes around desperately, searching the sky and the fields for any sign of him as they raced closer and closer to home.
And the co-ordinates that Dr Swann had given them.
“Okay, just slow down before you get us both killed. We’ll find our boy, but I’d like to be alive to meet him.” He sighed as he reached over and placed his hand on her knee.
She laughed softly, and turned to smile at him briefly before looking back towards the road, and slamming on the breaks. The wheels locked, throwing up dirt as the truck skidded, and fishtailed it’s way along the road, before coming to a screeching halt.
Shaking and breathless, with her bone white fingers still gripping the wheel, she stared out at the tiny figure that stood still in the middle of the highway. He was so small, no older than two or three years old and as naked as the day he was born. His black hair was thick and spiky. His blue eyes striking, and as he looked at her, his beaming smile lit her whole world.
“Kal-El.”
I’m so late to this party, but I’ve only just stumbled upon Smallville and after reading some of the wonderful stories around I thought I’d give it a go myself.
This is an AU exploring what Clark’s life would be like if we changed things around a little...Okay a lot but the poor guy had it rough and I want a little more positivity around him. (And a lot less Luthor, Blana and Green K - that stuffs lethal you know)
for now this is PG-13 but it will venture into NC-17 but I’ll post those chapters in the adult section and link them in here.
So...on with the show. Let me know what you think.
Prologue
September 1986
“It’s Dr Swann, Sir, he said it’s urgent.”
Thomas sighed and flashed his wife an apologetic smile before handing his gloves back to the maid. Between the clinic and the board, he’d spent very little time with his family in recent weeks, and he’d promised them this night at the theater. No interruptions.
Yet another promise broken.
“Go.” Martha smiled as she placed a gentle hand on his arm. “We have time, the show doesn’t start for another hour.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be a quick as I can.” He promised placing a soft kiss on her forehead. His hand reached out to ruffle his sons hair, earning him a playfully huff, before he turned and made his way to his study.
He hadn’t heard from Swann in months. The reclusive genius had been completely off the grid, shrouded in secrecy and consumed in his research. He’d gone to the extremes, and had Thomas not known the importance of such measures, he’d have been concerned for his friends sanity.
There was, after all, such a fine line between greatness and madness.
But he did know. He’d been the first person Virgil had brought his finding to, and he was all too aware of the magnitude of the information they possessed, and the consequences of it falling into the wrong hands.
Taking a deep breath, he sank into his chair and reached for the phone.
“Virgil.”
“Thomas, I…” Virgil’s distinctively strong voice shook, and the breath Thomas was taking got stuck in his throat.
“Good lord.” He breathed, “you’ve done it.”
“Yes. How soon can you get here?”
Hands shaking, Thomas looked at his watch. It was just after six, and although he wanted to call his pilot and have the helicopter readied, it would draw to much attention to his visit.
“I’ll have Alfred drive me, I should be there by eight. Have you informed Robert?”
“Not yet, but I believe he’s already in Manhattan, he should be here by the time you arrive.”
“Good. That’s good.” He nodded, as he ran his trembling fingers though his hair. “Is it what we presumed?”
“It’s more, my friend. So much more.”
The line went dead and with his heartbeat suddenly thundering in his ears, Thomas gently placed the phone back on his desk.
More?
How was that possible? They’d pushed the board on theories, considering everything from Russian or Korean War tactics, and deep space satellite communications, to alien transmissions in nearby galaxies. What could possibly be more than that?
With adrenaline coursing though his body, Thomas pushed away from his desk and rushed out of his office. Martha and Bruce were still stood waiting in the foyer, and he was swamped with the all too familiar feeling of guilt, but this was just to important to dismiss for a night at the theater.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, as he watched his wife shrug out of her coat, “I’ll make it up to you both, I promise. But I have to go to Manhattan.”
“Can I come, father?” Bruce asked, his eyes dancing between his parents.
“Not tonight, son.” He said quietly, as he crouched on a trembling knee before his only child. “I can’t apologize enough, but it’s extremely important that I go. But I promise, we’ll spend a day together soon.”
Bruce nodded, ever the understanding child, before he turned and speed off towards the kitchens. He looked up at his wife, and she held her hand out to him, helping him to stand.
“Is everything okay?”
“Virgil cracked the transmission.”
*****************************************
The two hour drive from Gotham City to Manhattan seemed to take an eternity, yet somehow it passed in a blur. As predicted, Robert and his wife Moira were there when he arrived and all three occupants looked up at him as he was shown into the room.
“Thomas.” Moira smiled, holding out her hands as she crossed the room towards him. “It’s so good to see you.” He took her hands softly in his and leaned down to kiss her cheek.
“You as well. Martha sends her love, and her apologies.”
“I expected her to be here.” She sighed as he followed her across the room. “I detest being the odd one out in your little gentleman’s club.”
“No, you miss swapping war stories and having an ally in your attempts to…cajole us mere mortals.” Robert laughed as he held his hand out for Thomas to shake.
“Well somebody has to keep you all in line.”
“Indeed.” Thomas smiled as he moved to greet Virgil. “What have you uncovered my friend?”
The older man took a breath, and gestured for his guests to take a seat. As they did, the lights dimmed and the doors and windows were suddenly hidden by solid steel shutters.
“The most monumental discovery in the history of mankind.” He announced as a projector lit up showing rows of symbols unlike Thomas had ever seen. “This was hidden inside the transmission.”
“What is it?”
“It is a message sent to a man named Hiram Kent. The traveller is coming, and he’s heading for Smallville, Kansas.”
****************************************
October 1989
“Good morning, Martha.” She set down the crate of apples beside the truck and pulled her gloves off before leaning in to kiss the other woman’s cheek.
“Good morning.”
“No Jonathon today?”
“Robert’s already stollen him I’m afraid. They were talking business before he’d even stopped the truck.” Martha laughed as she followed Moira Queen up the stone steps and into the halls of the Queens mansion. “How’s Oliver?”
“He’s well. All riled up for the homecoming game this afternoon. I had to send him outside before he broke the whole house.” She smiled as she poured two glasses of iced tea and handed one to Martha
“Thank you. God forbid anything come between a boy and his sport.”
“Exactly.” She agreed, as she two women made their way out on to the veranda to enjoy the sunshine. “How are you?”
Martha sighed and cast her eyes to the sky for the hundredth time that morning. She seemed to spend most of her time looking towards the stars, and had for the last nineteen months. Doubting, praying, waiting for her miracle.
“Loosing hope.” She admitted quietly. “Hope that I’d promised myself I wouldn’t feel.”
She felt Moira’s hand wrap around hers and she squeezed it gently. Moira’s arrival on their door step a year and a half ago had been a surprise. Jonathon may have grown up in a small town, but Martha was a city girl, and she knew who Robert and Moira Queen where. More surprising still had been the revelation that their farm hand of six months, Virgil, was none other than Dr Virgil Swann a renowned scientist and astronomer from New York.
The icing on the cake had been their third companion, Thomas Wayne of Wayne Enterprises. It wasn’t every day that their small, two bedroom farm house was brimming with the American elite.
What they had revealed to the Kents that rainy autumn night was a secret so profound, so unbelievable that it had left them reeling for months to come. Jonathon’s father had been the intended recipient of a message from outer space. Kal-El, the last son of the planet Krypton, was being sent to earth to live under his protection.
An alien.
An honestly to goodness alien, from a planet she’d never heard of, was supposedly on his way to earth in search of her father-in-law who had been dead for over seven years. She felt like she’d just stepped in to the twilight zone. It just wasn’t possible, or it wasn’t supposed to be. Not one person in the room knew why, or what exactly this unknown creature would turn out to be, but as far as they could determined, they were the only people on earth that knew about it.
Jonathon had nearly lost his head. He had been terrified for her safety, and it was only Moira’s voice of reason that had prevented him from calling the pentagon.
“This is somebody’s son, Mr Kent. He’s being sent to us, to you, by a father so desperate for his child to live that he was willing to risk sending him thousands of light years away to give him even a minuscule chance of survival. How would you feel if it was your son? Virgil has led us to believe that you are a good man. That you have strong principles and a kind heart. Put yourself in his fathers place.
“Their planet has been destroyed, God alone knows just how many Kyrptonians have perished, and Kal-El is the very last one of his species. Clearly they are an intelligent life form and if he’s being sent here, with instructions to find your father, it stands to reason that he must been some form of humanoid child. Are you willing to turn that child away? Because believe you me, if you won’t take him in, I certainly will.”
Since that day, Martha’s dreams had been filled with images of a small dark haired boy, and she grew to hope. But as the months passed, that hope was dwindling fast.
“Don’t lose faith.” Moira whispered, “Kal-El’s journey is a long one and while there’s always a chance that he might arrive after our time on earth in done, we have to hope that’s not the case, and be prepared for him to come.”
They were as prepared as they could possibly be. With the support and advice from the Wayne’s, Queens and Dr Swann, the farm was flourishing, and with investment and various business venture, they were more financially secure than they had ever thought to be. The house had been extended to accommodate a potential growth to their family.
In the event that it was a child and not an adult arriving, Iron clad adoption papers had been drawn up siting the reclusive, and now quadriplegic, Dr Swann, was handing his sons guardianship over to the Kent’s. No one would question it, the papers were sealed, and he hadn’t been seen or heard of by the public in over three years, and only sporadically before that.
It had been another uphill battle with Jonathon, when Dr Swann announced that he’d sold his company and put the majority of his multi billion dollar fortune in trust for Kal-El.
“We are grateful for all the help you have given us, but will not accept your charity, Virgil.” Jonathon exclaimed as he paced the foot of his friends hospital bed. “If he is the savior you think he is, Kal-El needs to learn our way of life. He needs to know an honest days work. He needs to learn the meaning of sacrifice, he needs to understand the way of the little people, not just the mighty and wealthy.”
“We may be entrusting you with Kal-El’s guardianship, Jon but contrary to your obvious belief he is not your son, not yet. He wasn’t born a savior, no man is, it’s a right he has to earn. If I didn’t believe that he would learn wisdom, compassion, sacrifice and love within your care, I never would have brought you into the fold.
“But I firmly believe that he has an incredible destiny ahead of him, and for him to achieve that he will need more than just your guidance. He will need the support of all of us, and that includes financial as well as emotional. Wealth doesn’t make a shallow man, greed does, and if you can look past your misplaced pride, I suggest you cast your eyes to our friends.
“Thomas and Robert are great men, and just because they can afford the best, they have not become the worst of mankind. They may not work the land, but they do work hard. They help their communities, they feed the poor, and the Queens have uprooted their lives to be in Smallville to support you. It appears to me that you are more likely to judge us for our wealth, than we are to judge you for your lack of it. Get over yourself, Jonathon and get rid of your prejudices before you make me regret bringing you in.”
That little speech had rendered her husband silent for almost a week, before he’d swallowed his pride and apologised. He could be as stubborn and prideful and the best of them, but though it may take him a while, he will always own up when he’s wrong. It was one of the things she loved about him.
“I had a nightmare last night.” Martha admitted, as she stood and moved towards the rail, watching nine year old Oliver tossing a football back and forth with Jonathon. “I dreamt that Kal-El was more octopus than man. What do we do if he’s so obviously not human?”
“Virgil has a plan in place.” Moira reassured her quietly as she moved to stand by her side. “He obviously won’t be able to live as one of us, but he’ll still get the best care in a place where no one will hurt him or run tests on him. He’ll have the best education and we’ll all be able to visit him if he’s receptacle to it.”
“OLIVER! JON! GET IN THE HOUSE!” Martha’s heart leapt into her throat, and both woman turned to watch Robert as he shot passed them into the garden.
“Robert…what?” Moira gasped but he didn’t answer, he ran straight to Oliver and scooped him up into his arms before turning back toward the house with Jonathon running beside him.
“What’s happened? Robert tell me what’s going on!” Moira yelled as they were all but dragged in to the house.
Martha’s fingers were tingling as her fight or flight reflex kicked it, but she was near frozen with fear, her heart pounding as her eyes darted from one person to the next.
“Get down to the bunker. Virgil called, he said they came from nowhere, one minute there was nothing and the next…BAM!”
“What came from nowhere?”
As soon as the question left her husbands lips, the ground shook and a huge explosion rent through the air.
“Meteorites.”
They turned as one and stared up out of the window as balls of rock and fire rained down towards the earth. There were so many, that the whole sky was awash with colour and smoke, and tremors jolted them time and time again.
“Oh God, Kal-El!” Martha exclaimed, her fear turning to panicked exhilaration as she found her feet and rushed from the room.
“Martha!” Jonathon cried, as he turned to run after her. “Stop!”
“It’s Kal-El, Jonathon, I know it is.” She called back as she jumped into the truck and started the engine. Jonathon jumped in beside her and attempted to snatch the key out of the ignition, but she slapped his hand away and shoved the truck into reverse.
“Please stop, think about what you’re doing.” He begged as the earth continued to shake and she peeled out onto the highway, heading back towards the farm.
“I am thinking…our son’s out there.”
“You don’t know that. You have no idea that it’s him, or what we’ll encounter if it is. He could be dangerous.” He argued as he grabbed the steering wheel, helping her to avoid the falling rocks. The car swerved, and she cursed under her breath as she corrected the steering and pulled it back under her control.
“I know exactly what we’ll find.”
“I know what you hope to find, sweetheart but please…”
“No! This is our son, Jonathon, our son don’t ask me to abandon him before we’ve even found him. He needs us as much as we need him, I will not leave him for somebody else to find.” She cried, her heart still thundering as she cast her eyes around desperately, searching the sky and the fields for any sign of him as they raced closer and closer to home.
And the co-ordinates that Dr Swann had given them.
“Okay, just slow down before you get us both killed. We’ll find our boy, but I’d like to be alive to meet him.” He sighed as he reached over and placed his hand on her knee.
She laughed softly, and turned to smile at him briefly before looking back towards the road, and slamming on the breaks. The wheels locked, throwing up dirt as the truck skidded, and fishtailed it’s way along the road, before coming to a screeching halt.
Shaking and breathless, with her bone white fingers still gripping the wheel, she stared out at the tiny figure that stood still in the middle of the highway. He was so small, no older than two or three years old and as naked as the day he was born. His black hair was thick and spiky. His blue eyes striking, and as he looked at her, his beaming smile lit her whole world.
“Kal-El.”
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