A/N: I had a lot of fun working on this new SQ ff for you all. Before you all read, let me inform that this mainly based off the classic Superman films with Christopher Reeve. Only instead of Superman it will be Supergirl, which role will go to our lovely Savior, Emma Swan. ;) The beginning will have a mixture of the TV series Smallville. Also, I changed David and M. M.'s last name to Swan to fit Emma's character more. If you like it, please leave a review and likes and I will know if I should post the next chapter to this.
A special thanks to SheriffSwan28 for being an awesome beta on this first chapter for me. Stay awesome! :)
Emma Swan was no ordinary teen. In fact, she has never been ordinary. Being born as the first child of Krypton to Jor-El and Lara, leaders of such planet. Emma's Kryptonian name was Kara. But, the planet suffered a tragic end, as it was coming to an end, just as Emma was born, leaving Jor-El and Lara to send her away to the only place they knew she would be safe. Planet earth. As a baby she was taken to earth in a spaceship which crashed to earth out in a cornfield in a place in Kansas known as Smallville. Emma was found and raised by Mary Margaret and David Swan. Who's only possessions were a house and farm land from the town of Smallville. With time, they came to discover Emma's many amazing abilities, which they decided to keep hidden from the world and the girl herself, until she reached the age of eighteen years of age.
Amazing strength, fast speed, able to leap so high she was sure she could fly. Emma went through life not understanding these powers she possessed all her life, she went through life hiding what she could actually do and had to act 'normal' around everyone else in school. David and Mary Margaret always told her she was meant for great things - that the blonde understood. Just like she always understood why she had to hide what she was capable of from the rest of the world, not everyone could understand it or would. "One day the world will be ready for Emma Swan." her father always used to tell her as a child.
And he was right. For Emma would be destined for great, wondrous things…
Emma now being eighteen and ready for graduation from Smallville High found herself passed out in her bedroom as the smell of freshly cooked eggs, pancakes and strips of crisp bacon covered the kitchen of the Swan household. A gray haired Mary Margaret always loved cooking up a feast for her family. "This child is the answer to our prayers. She gave us a family." is what M. M. would always tell David. They both loved and cared for Emma dearly.
M. M. glanced over her shoulder as she heard the door to the kitchen open, a gray haired David stepping in as he wiped his greasy hands on an old used rag from trying to repair the only tractor that was left to him by his father and his father before him.
Smiles spread across both their lips as the older man leaned in to provide his adoring wife with a chaste kiss on the lips, "Good morning."
"Good morning. Just in time for breakfast." replied Mary Margaret as she began to serve portions of food onto plates to be set on the table.
"Is Emma up yet?" asked David as he walked over to the kitchen sink, turning on the faucet as he washed off all the thickness of the grease from his hands.
The older woman looked over towards the staircase that started at the kitchen up to the second floor as she walked over to the breakfast table, plates for David and her in hand, "Emma!"
A small black clock radio on Emma's nightstand marked 7:00am as rock music began to play out of the speaker of the device, marking the last day of Emma's life in Smallville High.
"Emma, you're going to be late!" another shout from Mary Margaret was heard from downstairs, as Emma's levitating body kept sleeping in mid air with her blanket hanging off of her and the bed itself.
Mary Margaret's head shook as she glanced over at her husband, "You'd think with that hearing ability of hers, she'd be able to hear me."
David shifted his body to glance over the staircase, "Emma Swan! Time to wake up and get ready for your last day of school!" he shouted in a more strong authoritative tone of voice.
Soft grunts were heard from the blonde as her body began to move showing signs of her waking up to David's voice. Her sleepy green eyes grew wide to the surprise of her still floating body which quickly crashed onto the bed, falling straight down as a gasp then another grunt was heard from Emma herself along with a loud thud through the second floor of the house, which caused the two concerned parents to look up as their kitchen ceiling shook.
"Emma? What's going on up there?" shouted M. M., concern written all over her features.
Emma's head popped up from the bed as she wondered what on earth had just happened. Was she just… flying? "I'm fine. I'll be right down." she replied to her mother's shout in a loud tone of voice.
"You better hurry or you'll miss the bus." David shouted back as he brought a fork full of eggs to his mouth.
"Right." Emma replied softly, only for her to hear as she now stood in the middle of her room. In a matter of seconds the blonde moved through her bedroom like a lighting bolt in fast speed, all you could practically see was a blur of her light blue pajama pants, her white t-shirt and yellow streaks of blonde hair. In the blink of an eye she was fully dressed in tight dark blue jeans, a light blue shirt with a red and blue with a hint of white lines flannel shirt placed on top.
Light footsteps of of black and white converse were heard coming down the kitchen staircase as Emma appeared, making her way to the kitchen counter, grabbing a hold of her plate as she took her place at the table to join her parents for breakfast.
"There she is. You overslept today." said David as his eyes followed the blonde.
"Sorry." replied Emma. Her blonde hair hanging loosely past her shoulders.
"Before you head out, I need your help with that tractor again." said David.
Emma smiled at her loving father as she held a piece of bacon to her mouth, "Sure thing."
Mary Margaret smiled proudly at their now adult daughter, "Our Emma finally a graduate. How does it feel?"
"I'm just glad to finally venture out into the world after this." Emma beamed at the thought. Having her abilities came with its perks but it also came with its restrictions. That was frustrating sometimes for a teen like Emma.
Her smile soon faded as her father spoke with worry in his voice, "Of course, you know you can't just venture. You'll need to be careful out there, Emma."
Emma wiped her mouth from drinking orange juice as she quickly replied, suppressing an eye roll but still annoyed at the same lecture she had grown up with through all her life by David, "Dad, I know. We've been through this a hundred times."
Mary Margaret's hand rested on her husband's as he spoke, "Well, make it a hundred and one." he could see the blonde's frustration. He could imagine how hard this was for her, just like Emma understood her father and mother's concern for their only child. It was a natural thing. It was being human.
A sigh escaped David's chest, "I just worry. Your mother and I have been so careful over the years. If anyone knew what you could do-"
Emma's words cut off David's remaining words, as she soon grew upset, "I can't always hide who I am. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to use these abilities for good. It's what I want to do." She was eighteen and graduating for God's sake. It wasn't her fault that she had this… gift? Curse? She heavily debating on what to call them sometimes. She had a right to live like everyone else. Silence filled the air as Emma placed down her napkin and rose up from the table, "I'm going to see to that tractor."
David's eyes fell on his wife as they heard the door from the kitchen shut as Emma stepped out, "I'm sorry. I just worry."
Mary Margaret's hand gave David's a reassuring squeeze, "I worry too. But Emma has dealt with these gifts for years. I'm sure she knows by now how to handle it. You have guided her so many times… we have guided her. She's growing into a wonderful young woman. Emma will do wonders, David."
David gave a small agreeing smile, nodding, "Of that I'm sure of."
"Then, maybe it's time she hears it from you." replied the older woman as they finished their breakfast quietly.
David had come out straight after breakfast to help Emma with the tractor. Having a strength super power had its perks for David. Emma stood in front of the tractor as David took his place on the ground with his trusty tools in hand as he glanced up at his daughter, "Alright. Lift."
Emma's pale hands reached underneath the front of the tractor as her arms lifted it with ease as if it were a mear sheet of paper as the back of the tractor tilted, leaving enough room for David to begin his work from underneath.
Silence soon broke as the man spoke, "So, have you given any thought as to when you will be leaving?"
Emma stood in place as her arms steadily held on to the tractor, "I was thinking that maybe I'd stay here for a little while longer, help out." it's not what she wanted to do, but she understood her parents had to get used to the idea, so she was more than willing to stay on the farm for some time, until she could earn their trust about her abilities.
"You've helped enough, Emma." David's voice sounded as he sat up from underneath the tractor, making Emma bring it back down carefully. It took Emma years of practice to handle her powers to the key. When she was about thirteen and David allowed her to help him with the tractor for the first time, by the time the blonde placed her hands underneath it just as she had done now, the tractor had flown off into the distance. That was one of David's fond memories of Emma with him. Staring at the young adult she was now, brought a tear to his eye as he spoke, "I'm sorry."
Emma shook her head, "Dad-"
David was helped up with Emma's strong pull as he cut through her words, "No. Hear me out. Ever since you came into our lives, you made it better. You literally fell out of the skies, and did wonders for your mother and I. Thing is, that's always been who you are. You do wonders everyday. You are way more special than you give yourself credit for, and someday - soon - with all you can do, just know… not everyone will be ready for that. I guess, I'm just scared for you. I'm your father, it's my job to worry." he chuckled as his arm rested on Emma's shoulder, the blonde chuckled along with him.
"You don't have to be. I know not everyone will accept what they see. I mean, you're talking about abilities that are supposed to be in comic books, and movies. It's a lot to take in." replied Emma understandingly.
David's head nodded in agreement, "It is. But if anyone can prepare them for what's coming… it's you. I strongly believe that."
Emma smiled at her father's words, "Thanks, dad."
"Well, you better get going. You'll miss that bus. We'll see you later at graduation." David assured her.
Emma quickly picked up her red Jansport backpack from the ground that David had brought out to her from the kitchen, hung it over her shoulder as she waved her goodbye to her father for the day, "See you there." was the last thing she said to him as she took off in a jog towards the dirt driveway that lead to the front of their land. The blonde stopping in her tracks as she then saw a yellow bus driving away. She missed it.
Shortly after the bus, a red 1990 C4 Corvette pulled over to the side, right next to Emma. Whitney: School jock, star football player was the owner behind the wheel. His group of friends joining him in the car.
"Miss the bus, Swan?" he taunted Emma as everyone joined in laughter. He was a bully nonetheless. Emma being one of his favorite targets for years. "I'm sorry. I'd offer you a ride, but it's full enough as it is. But, hey, how about a race?" he asked her, still taunting as he drove off in fast speed, "See you at school!" he shouted as a smoke of dirt was left hitting Emma in the face, her hand brushing off the remaining fog of dirt in the air as she stood there angry, seeing as the car disappeared into a tiny red spot off in the distance.
And then, it dawned on her. She had all these powers and kept them hidden from bullies like Whitney. Since it was now the last day of school, she had to teach him a lesson. He wanted a race - he would get one.
A smirk formed on Emma's lips as she soon took off running in an incredibly fast speed, leaving a cloud of dirt even bigger than that car as she took a shortcut through a cornfield, leaving a trailed line as she ran along. The blonde's body taking a sudden leap high into the air, her flannel shirt flapping in the wind like a cape as a smile spread across her face as she landed back on her feet, reaching the end of that same cornfield.
Sure enough, Whitney's eyes widened as soon as he drove his car up the school parking lot, surprised to see Emma already there, leaning up against another car. Smirk and all.
"That's Swan!" another jock said out loud, as Whitney pulled over in front of the smirking blonde.
"How the hell did you get here so fast, Swan?" asked Whitney, shock in his voice.
Arms crossed to her chest, the blonde shrugged as her reply came out naturally, "I ran."
Murmurs were heard from everyone as Whitney simply shook his head, "You're such a freak." was all he could think to say as he quickly drove off, tires screeching on the pavement.
Hours passed as school ended, and what had started as a beautiful and sunny day, ended in a gray skies, windy afternoon. Thunder began clapping in the sky as the wind kept picking up, but the graduation ceremony was still on go. Emma was now seated with the rest of her graduation class, red gowns all around her as she wore her own with pride. David and Mary Margaret the proud parents sitting up front as they had promised her.
The principal had been giving his long boring speech, as he figured it was best to get this over with, for the storm was getting worse. The news had issued a tornado warning, and in a town like Smallville that was common.
"Well, enough with this speech. Let's hand out these diploma's before they fly off." he joked as papers started flying off the table that was set up on stage.
Names were called out as each high school graduate stepped up on stage to receive its diploma and shake the hands in congratulations of counselors and the principal. The wind had picked up and tornadoes were now formed, making their way towards the town, when Emma was called up on stage, "Emma Swan."
Clapping heard as her name was spoken into the microphone, Mary Margaret and David standing up from their seats, beaming with pride. They were her number one supporters.
As Emma stood, grabbing a hold of her diploma, people started screaming as the tornadoes were now nearing the ceremony. The blonde's smile disappearing in worry for what was coming up ahead. People began making a run for it, ignoring the principal's words to remain calm. Chairs were being knocked over, graduation caps flying everywhere in a matter of seconds.
"Emma!" shouted Mary Margaret in worry as Emma ran up to her awaiting parents who weren't about to leave without her.
The blonde stood in surprise at the strength of those giant tornadoes, she hadn't noticed a table had flown into Mary Margaret's direction, causing her leg to get injured and swelled up. "They are getting closer, we have to leave!" shouted Emma.
"Get your mother to safety! Take her under the barn, to the storm cellar!" shouted David, as he wanted to help other injured people, being the good samaritan that he always knew how to be.
Emma shook her head, not wanting to leave him behind, "I can get you both there!"
David mimicked with a shake of the head of his own, "There's no time! She's hurt, just go!"
"Dad-" Emma was ready to argue. With her abilities she could carry them both and get them to safety in the blink of an eye. With all this happening around them, who was going to notice? But even in a moment such as this, he couldn't allow her to expose herself to the world like this. Not yet.
He rested his arm on the blonde's shoulder as his eyes locked onto her own,"Emma. Even you can't save everyone. Go. Save your mother."
Pools of tears formed in Emma's eyes as she knew what was coming, but she listened - scooping her mother up into her arms as she took one last look at her brave father, "I'll come back for you."
The look she saw in David's eyes in that moment, apart from tears of his own was admiration. Admiration for what Emma was destined to become, he felt proud. "Go, Emma."
As fast as she could, Emma's body became a blur as in seconds she appeared inside the storm cellar David had build, setting her mother down as gently as possible.
"Emma. You have to go back for him." her mother pleaded.
Emma nodded as she kneeled in front of Mary Margaret's leg, "I will. Just let me see your leg first." green eyes then focused on on Mary Margaret's swollen leg, using her x-ray vision she could see through the skin, wanting to make sure nothing was broken. Her eyes looked back at her injured mother in reassurance, "It's not broken. You'll be ok. I'm going back for dad."
The older woman held on to Emma's hand, giving it a squeeze, "Be careful, Emma." she pleaded. She knew Emma couldn't get hurt, the girl was practically made of steel. It was also one of her many abilities, nothing could penetrate her skin, as far as they knew. But as a mother, Mary couldn't help but still worry.
Emma took off in yet again, fast speed to try and help David. But it was too late… "Even you can't save everyone." was probably David's most valuable and last lesson he had to teach her.
Days had passed since David's unfortunate parting. Emma was not the same ever again. A part of her died when her father did. Her mother's devoting partner - the love of her life - dead. Emma knew, she understood death was a part of living, but why him? Why did it have to be his time? Why like this? Why, when he had Emma to keep him and her mother safe? Those were the questions that raced through her mind during many sleepless nights and she still couldn't bring herself to understand the answer.
It was around 4am one morning, as the blonde laid in her bed, tears streaming down to the sides of her eyes as they reached her temples. When a high pitching sound, almost like a whistle sounded off in the distance that apparently only Emma could hear. She quickly sat up in her bed as she reached the outside of the house. The noise was coming from within the barn.
As Emma reached the barn, she noticed a green bright light flickering from underneath the storm cellar. Growing curious, she pulled on the rope that opened up the door causing the ringing to grow even louder. The blonde slowly made her way into the cellar as she lifted up an old sheet set that David had placed over the very same ship she had come in as a baby. Reaching inside, she pulled out a glowing green crystal.
Whatever this was, it called to her. She then knew, it was only meant for her to find.
Emma spent the rest of that morning, looking over the sun rise that was now forming out in the field. Mary Margaret made her way out of the front door of the house as she spotted her daughter lost in thought out in the field.
"Emma?" her voice sounded as she walked up to the blonde in wonder. Emma's gaze remained to the sun rise in front of her, as she felt her mother's hand lightly touch her shoulder in support, "Sweetheart. It's not your fault."
Silence remained thick in the air, as Emma then spoke softly, "All these things I can do. All these powers… and I couldn't even save him."
"It's called life, Emma." her mother stood before the blonde, locking eyes with her very own, "You are an extraordinary human being. But even you can't save everyone. Not always. David was very proud of you."
Emma's gaze was sad, cold even, not knowing what to believe, "Except I'm not human."
Mary Margaret's hand soon cupped the blonde's face, "You have the biggest heart I've ever seen. In anyone. You care. What you did that day of the tornadoes…" her eyes now glassy from tears being formed in her eyes, "That makes you more human than anyone here. You are our daughter, above everything else." she gave Emma a loving smile as tear ran down her cheek, her other hand stretched out in front of her, revealing a white slim, rectangular box, "We meant to give you this the day of your graduation. From us."
Emma took the slim box into her grasp as she opened it up, pulling out a thin paper that was covering something red. Her eyes in full surprise to see a red leather jacket she had once asked her parents for. "Mom…" she murmured in surprise.
"Your father always said that red was your color." replied the older woman.
Emma's green eyes locked into her mother's in fear she might disappoint her, "I have to leave."
To Emma's surprise, the woman nodded in understanding. She knew Emma was meant for more than this, she always tried to prepare herself for when this day came, "Your father and I knew this day would come. You are meant for so much more, Emma. Do you know where you'll be going?"
Emma's gaze turned towards the sunset as she spoke, "Up North."
M. M. couldn't help feeling sad all of a sudden, her voice breaking, "Do you know when you'll be back?"
Tears streamed down the gray haired woman's cheeks as she saw the answer in Emma's eyes. There was no telling when she would be back. So she did what she best could in that moment, she lunged towards her daughter, giving her one last tight motherly hug.
"It doesn't mean I won't visit." Emma's voice sounded as the blonde's own arms held her mother even closer to her embrace.
Mary Margaret looked her up with a smile as she nodded, "I know. This is just a part of being a mom. I always worry. No matter how old you get. Just promise me you'll take good care of yourself."
Emma provided the older woman with a warm, loving smile of her own as she nodded in promise.
Emma took off on her journey since that morning, making good time with using her speed ability up North as she had planned. She wasn't sure what she was doing here, but all she knew was that something called her through all this snow. Wearing her new jacket, even though she couldn't feel the cold - she walked through thickness of snow as she reached a stopping point when she heard her crystal begin to make the same ringing sound it had before. As she took into her grasp, something within her told her what to do. She threw it as far as she could master and waited…
A rumbling sound came from beneath the ground as loud cracks were heard. Thick, thin blocks of ice began forming from underneath the ground right before Emma's very eyes as all the blonde could do was watch in amazement. She knew she wasn't from this world, but who would explain what this was before her? It was made of complete ice. It looked beautiful and she got a sense of security as she stepped inside it, her eyes wandering, taking in every detail of this new place.
She stepped up onto a platform of ice as she noticed other similar crystals as the one she had possessed formed before her. Curiosity getting the best of her, she took one of those crystals in her hands and slowly placed it back in its place. Her eyes looking up just ahead at what was now in front of her. It was what looked like a giant hologram of a man's face. A man she neither knew or had ever seen before.
"My child. You do not remember me. I am Jor-El. I am your father."
It was staring right at her as it spoke.
"By now, you have reached your 18th year. As it is measured on earth. That being said, I would have been dead for many thousands of your years. The knowledge that I have, matters physical and historic. I have given you of your home. There are questions to be asked. And, it is time for you to do so. Here in this… this fortress of solitude. We shall try to find the answers together. So, my daughter… speak."
So, Emma did, "Who am I?"
"Your name is Kara, from the planet Krypton. And, even though you have been raised as a human being - you are not one of them. You have great powers. Only some, of which you have yet to discover… Come with me, now, my daughter. As we break through the bottle of your earthly confinement, traveling through time and space… your powers, will far exceed those to mortal men… it is forbidden to interfere with human history… In this next year, we shall examine the human heart. It is more fragile than your own… As we past through the flame turmoil which is the edge of your own galaxy. We will enter the realm of the red krypton sun. Source of your strength and nourishment… cause of our destruction… The planet Krypton. Your home. As it was… This year, we shall examine the basic fact of immortality… The term accumulation of your knowledge spanning the 28th known galaxies is embedded in the crystals, which I have sent along with you. Study them well, my daughter. Learn from them… By the time you return to the confined of your galaxy, 9 of your years would have passed. For this reason, among others - I have chosen earth for you. It is time for you to reach onto your new world, and service humanity. Live among them, Kara. And, discover where your strength and power lead you. Always hold in your heart the pride of your special heritage. They can be of great people, Kara, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show them the way. For this reason, above all, their capacity for good. I have sent them you. My only daughter."
Emma spent years - as her biological Kryptonian father well explained - training and learning about everything she needed to know.
She lived among the walls of the fortress of solitude until she was ready. Now twenty-seven years of age, Emma stood proud in her new attire with which the world would soon come to know her in. A blue suit with an S red and yellow symbol placed on her chest, with a red skirt and red long boots. And to top it off, a red long cape.
When she wouldn't be wearing that to save the world, the world would know her as who she also was: Emma Swan. Throughout High school she had worked for the school newspaper. Might not be a bad idea for a side job. It was a smart way to keep her eyes and ears opened for any trouble that might lurk around. She lifted up in the air as she took flight to her next destination and what would soon be her new home on earth.
Metropolis.
A/N 2: Regina Mills to make an appearance in ch. 2...