Description: Alternate universe. Even in the past Clark can't catch a
break. Clana story.
Spoilers: Pilot. I found transcripts of the pilot and used that for the beginning story line and changed it a bit to fit the time.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; but thanks to the people who created them so that I could mess around with them in my warped mind.
A/N: Please read and review! Also " " means talking out loud and ' ' means to themselves. This chapter is probably going to be a long one, but the following chapters shouldn't be as long.
~A Clark's Tale~
1589 in a land far away. . .
The king's coach bounced through the village on its way to one of the manors on his land. Inside the coach, King Lionel read the monthly reports he got from the Lord whose home he was on the way to. He liked to keep abreast of what was going on in his land and this Lord was running his manor to the ground. He could not expect his kingdom to prosper if everyone wasn't working the way they were supposed to. Across from him, his son, Alexander was playing with wooden soldiers. "Alexander," stop playing with those toys, you're getting too old for that," Lionel said peering over his documents at his son.
"I don't want to Father, I like my toys," Lex replied. He hated when his father called him Alexander. He preferred being called Lex as his mother had done before she died.
Lionel put his papers aside completely and sighed. "Alexander, you are the future king. You don't have the luxury of playing around." Lex ignored him and continued playing with his soldiers. Lionel leaned forward and grabbed his son's face to make him look at him. "Son, you have a destiny and you're never going to get anywhere if you're playing around."
~~~
In another part of the village the Kent's pulled their broken down wagon to a stop at the Lang residence. Jonathan and Martha got out of their wagon and grabbed the produce they were there to deliver. They walked to the back entrance and knocked on the door. An attractive woman, whose face lit up when she saw Jonathan, answered the door. "Jonathan, how lovely to see you," Nell noticed Martha standing behind her husband, "Martha, hello," she added obviously disappointed to see her. "What brings you two to town?"
"Lady Nell, we're here with the weekly produce delivery," Martha said lifting her basket toward Nell.
"Well, come on in, you can leave them on the counter for the cook to put away." As the Kent's walked in to put the produce down, Nell's niece, Lana, came bouncing into the room.
Lana walked up to Martha and pulled on her dress. Martha turned to the little girl and knelt down to eye level with her, "Hello Miss Lana, how are you today?"
"I'm good," Lana said, "my Mommy and Daddy are coming back home today!"
As Lana continued talking to Martha, Nell leaned over to where Jonathan was standing. Leaning in close to Jonathan she said, "Oh, by the way Jonathan, Lord Lang wanted me to give you this." Reaching into the bodice of her dress, Nell pulled out a folded piece of paper. Jonathan looked away and moved over a step. Nell moved close to him again reaching out to hand him the paper, "He wanted to change his produce order for next week, he's having a party."
Jonathan took the paper out of Nell's hand, making sure not to come in contact with it. He glanced it over, "This isn't a problem," he said folding the note and putting it in his pocket. He turned to Martha who was still talking to Lana. "Come Martha, it's time to go."
"I'll see you next week, Lana. Take care and be good," she said moving back over to Jonathan.
Martha curtsied and Jonathan bowed, "Good day Lady Nell, Miss Lana," Jonathan said as they turned to leave."
"Goodbye Jonathan," she replied with a smile, "Martha," she added dryly.
As Jonathan and Martha climbed back into the wagon, Martha started laughing.
"What's so funny," Jonathan asked.
"She pulled that note out of her bodice!" Martha said and started laughing again.
"I looked away!" Jonathan exclaimed.
"I know, Honey. Jonathan," Martha paused.
"Yes?"
"Did you see Lana? She's gotten so big. I see her little face and that's all that I've ever wanted." Martha's eyes started tearing up and Jonathan put his arm around her shoulders.
"Honey, God will give us a child when He sees fit. We just have to trust that it will happen when it's the right time." Jonathan picked up the reins and turned his horse toward the drive.
~~~
"My dear Lord Ethan," Lionel cut in interrupting Ethan's incisive babbling, "the simple fact of the matter is that you aren't getting the job done. If you want to continue as Lord here, then I want these fields to produce crops. Not wither away and die as they have been these past two seasons."
As his father talked to Lord Ethan, Lex wandered into the field. Why did his father have to drag him to his chats with the nobles? All he wanted was to be back at the castle riding his horse through the fields. He just wanted to be like all the other peasant kids who played all day. They didn't have "the weight of a kingdom on their shoulders," as his father always told him.
"Don't go to far Son, we shouldn't be too much longer," Lionel turned back to Ethan, "Now I'm only giving you another season to turn this land around."
Lex walked farther into the fields away from his father and the weight of the kingdom. He was walking when he heard a faint voice.
"Help me."
"Who's there," Lex asked, his voice wavering.
"Help me, please," came the voice again.
Frightened, Lex started running farther into the field. The more he ran his breath came out in short painful gasps. He fell to the ground and sat up against a pole.
"Hey kid," Lex looked up and saw a man tied to the pole with his arms pulled away from his body and bound with rope.
"Please help me!" the man begged. Lex started backing away from the pole terrified of the peasant. Behind him he heard a booming sound and turned around to look. In the distance, black plumes of smoke were streaking to the sky. The debris was moving closer to where he and the peasant were. Suddenly a giant rock was flying toward them. It hit the ground where the man was tied to the cross. Lex was blown back by the impact. He landed with a thud and started screaming.
~~~
Back at the Lang residence, Nell, carrying Lana came out of the house as Lana's parent's coach pulled up the drive. Nell looked up to the sky where she noticed the black smoke racing to the ground. "What in the world is that?"
Lana's parents were stepping out of the coach. "Hi Lana," Laura Lang called out to her daughter as she and Lewis got out.
"Mommy, Daddy!" Lana called back. Without warning one of the rocks came hurtling down and crashed into Lord and Lady Lang's carriage, killing them instantly. Nell and Lana were blown to the ground. Lana tried to pull out of Nell's arms crying, "Mommy, Daddy!"
~~~
Jonathan and Martha drove in silence as they neared their farm. Next to their wagon, a rock came flying by crashing into the nearby field.
"Jonathan, what's happening?" Martha cried out terrified. A rock hit the ground in front of them spooking their horse. The horse reared back and tried to get away tipping over the Kent's wagon in the process.
~~~
Lionel was running through the fields to where he had last seen his son go. "Lex! Lex where are you?" The dying corn fields had been completely flattened by the crashing rocks. On the ground Lionel sees a tuft of hair the same red shade as his son's hair. "Lex! Lex!" Lionel called again. He heard some moaning coming from near by him and ran towards it. Lionel saw his son lying on the ground, most of his hair missing. Lionel took a horrified step back from his son covering his mouth with his hand.
~~~
Jonathan and Martha started reviving themselves beneath their over turned wagon. Jonathan noticed a movement to his side and turned his head. Bewildered he said "Martha."
Martha turned her head with a look of shock at seeing a naked little boy next to their wagon. The little boy bent down and grabbed the sides of the wagon. He began to lift the wagon off of Jonathan and Martha. The two of them climb out from beneath the wagon amazed. Martha turns back to the wagon and pulled out a blanket from beneath it. Going over to the little boy she wrapped him in the blanket and picked him up.
"Jonathan," she gasped out turning to her husband.
Exasperated Jonathan replied, "Martha, kids don't just fall out of the sky!"
"Then where did he come from?"
"He must have parents somewhere." Just then Jonathan noticed something behind Martha and stepped toward it. On the ground was a small pod.
"Somehow I don't think his parents are from around here," Martha said coming up from behind her husband.
"Honey, we can't just keep him, what are we going to tell people? That we found him wandering around a field.
"We didn't find him, he found us."
~~~
1601
"Clark, hurry up! You and your father have a lot of deliveries to do today," Martha called to her son who was still in his bedroom.
Clark walked into the kitchen of his family's home. He sat at the table where his mother was about to serve breakfast. His father walked in from the barn. His day had already started hours before when he woke up to feed the livestock and see to matters on the farm before heading out to make his deliveries. "Good morning, Mother," he said taking a piece of bacon off the plate she was placing on the table, "good morning Father."
The three sat at the table and ate a quiet breakfast. When they finished Clark's mother stood up to clear the table. "I'll get that, Mom, you just sit." Clark stood and with super human speed cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. When he was done he turned to his father and said, "Are you ready to go?"
Jonathan stood up, kissed his wife goodbye and headed out the door with Clark. The two men climbed into their wagon and directed the horse toward the village. On the way Jonathan told Clark how they would divide the days deliveries. "You can make the deliveries to the homes, Clark, I'll stay at the stand today."
"Really Father?" Clark was amazed at his father's suggestion. He had always stayed at the stand while his father made the deliveries. On days that it was too cold to stay at the stand, Clark went with his father on his rounds, but always waited in the wagon as his father made the delivery.
"Yes Son, I think it's about time you learn all aspects of the business. Now you know the route and I think you'll do a fine job," Jonathan finished as they got to the stand. They unloaded the wagon with the good his father would sell and his father gave him some last minute directions, "And don't forget that when you deliver at the castle to make sure you pull the wagon well to the side and cut through the gardens to the back door."
"Got it Father, don't worry, I'll be fine."
~~~
It had taken Clark all day to make his deliveries. He was careful in making sure that he got the orders right and was proud of himself for making all the deliveries on his own. Now he only had one last delivery to make at the castle. He was a bit nervous about going to the castle never having been farther than the side as he waited for his father. He finally pulled up to the delivery entrance and grabbed the delivery for the King. There were many baskets to deliver to the castle as there were always so many people residing inside, but Clark had no trouble picking up all six baskets and carrying them to the back door. Clark cut through the castles beautiful gardens and knocked on the door. One of the cook's assistants opened the door and helped Clark carry in the produce. She went and got the sack of money as payment and Clark was on his way again. He didn't see anyone outside and decided to take a quick stroll through the gardens.
~~~
Lady Lana Lang exited the castle and headed toward the gardens. The castle felt so stuffy to her and on beautiful days like this she needed to get out. She had been living at the castle since soon after the day the rocks rained from the sky. The day her parents were killed. The King had been taking stock of the damage that had occurred when he stopped at her families home. He had taken an immediate liking to Nell and decided to make her his wife. They had moved into the castle soon after that.
When Lana had first moved in, she and Lex did not get along very well. It wasn't until her aunt Nell had passed away, two years after her marriage to the King, that she and Lex finally got closer. Lex, whose hair had completely fallen out rather than grown back, had found her crying in the garden one afternoon. He had comforted her and listened to her as she cried out how she no longer had anyone in the world. From that day forward she and Lex had become as close as if they had been brother and sister. It was Lex who had convinced his father to allow her to stay on after her aunt's death rather than sending her away like he had wanted to.
Lana always tried to stay as far away from Lionel as possible, more so now that Lex spent more time on his other properties than he did at the castle. The only time she ever really spent time with the king was at nightly banquet. She usually kept to her rooms with Chloe, one of her ladies in waiting. Lana turned into the garden and headed towards the roses. She was lost in her thoughts and didn't notice that anyone else was in the garden.
Clark was looking around the garden and wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. He ran right into the other person who went down in a blur of red. Clark stood over the woman who had fallen to the ground. He couldn't move. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen with her raven black hair and hazel eyes; which were glaring back at him. Clark quickly recovered and offered his hand to help her up. "I'm sorry my lady," Clark said.
Lana glared up to see who had knocked her down. The young man standing above her surprised her. She took the hand that he was offering and allowed him to stand her up. She stood and smoothed out her red velvet dress and adjusted the ruby circlet around her head. She took this time to take a look at the man in front of her. He had the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen. The way he was dressed told her that he was a peasant. "Who are you?" she asked.
The young man was about to answer when they both heard a voice calling out, "Lana?"
Lana obviously recognized the voice because she turned to Clark and told him, "Go quickly!" Clark dashed around a bend in the garden but stayed hidden to see who was going toward the woman called Lana.
"Lana," came the voice again. Around the corner of the garden came a young blonde man who smiled once he saw Lana.
"My Lord Whitney," Lana said curtsying.
"My Lady Lana," Whitney replied taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back. "I was actually coming to ask you to stroll with me around the garden."
Clark turned and left as the couple headed his way. He super dashed back to the wagon and headed back to his father's stand to pick him up. He made small talk with his father on the way home, his mind on the beautiful Lady Lana.
~~~
A/N: Wow, this was a long chapter. If you made it this far thanks! I hope you enjoyed it. Please review if you have time!
Spoilers: Pilot. I found transcripts of the pilot and used that for the beginning story line and changed it a bit to fit the time.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; but thanks to the people who created them so that I could mess around with them in my warped mind.
A/N: Please read and review! Also " " means talking out loud and ' ' means to themselves. This chapter is probably going to be a long one, but the following chapters shouldn't be as long.
~A Clark's Tale~
1589 in a land far away. . .
The king's coach bounced through the village on its way to one of the manors on his land. Inside the coach, King Lionel read the monthly reports he got from the Lord whose home he was on the way to. He liked to keep abreast of what was going on in his land and this Lord was running his manor to the ground. He could not expect his kingdom to prosper if everyone wasn't working the way they were supposed to. Across from him, his son, Alexander was playing with wooden soldiers. "Alexander," stop playing with those toys, you're getting too old for that," Lionel said peering over his documents at his son.
"I don't want to Father, I like my toys," Lex replied. He hated when his father called him Alexander. He preferred being called Lex as his mother had done before she died.
Lionel put his papers aside completely and sighed. "Alexander, you are the future king. You don't have the luxury of playing around." Lex ignored him and continued playing with his soldiers. Lionel leaned forward and grabbed his son's face to make him look at him. "Son, you have a destiny and you're never going to get anywhere if you're playing around."
~~~
In another part of the village the Kent's pulled their broken down wagon to a stop at the Lang residence. Jonathan and Martha got out of their wagon and grabbed the produce they were there to deliver. They walked to the back entrance and knocked on the door. An attractive woman, whose face lit up when she saw Jonathan, answered the door. "Jonathan, how lovely to see you," Nell noticed Martha standing behind her husband, "Martha, hello," she added obviously disappointed to see her. "What brings you two to town?"
"Lady Nell, we're here with the weekly produce delivery," Martha said lifting her basket toward Nell.
"Well, come on in, you can leave them on the counter for the cook to put away." As the Kent's walked in to put the produce down, Nell's niece, Lana, came bouncing into the room.
Lana walked up to Martha and pulled on her dress. Martha turned to the little girl and knelt down to eye level with her, "Hello Miss Lana, how are you today?"
"I'm good," Lana said, "my Mommy and Daddy are coming back home today!"
As Lana continued talking to Martha, Nell leaned over to where Jonathan was standing. Leaning in close to Jonathan she said, "Oh, by the way Jonathan, Lord Lang wanted me to give you this." Reaching into the bodice of her dress, Nell pulled out a folded piece of paper. Jonathan looked away and moved over a step. Nell moved close to him again reaching out to hand him the paper, "He wanted to change his produce order for next week, he's having a party."
Jonathan took the paper out of Nell's hand, making sure not to come in contact with it. He glanced it over, "This isn't a problem," he said folding the note and putting it in his pocket. He turned to Martha who was still talking to Lana. "Come Martha, it's time to go."
"I'll see you next week, Lana. Take care and be good," she said moving back over to Jonathan.
Martha curtsied and Jonathan bowed, "Good day Lady Nell, Miss Lana," Jonathan said as they turned to leave."
"Goodbye Jonathan," she replied with a smile, "Martha," she added dryly.
As Jonathan and Martha climbed back into the wagon, Martha started laughing.
"What's so funny," Jonathan asked.
"She pulled that note out of her bodice!" Martha said and started laughing again.
"I looked away!" Jonathan exclaimed.
"I know, Honey. Jonathan," Martha paused.
"Yes?"
"Did you see Lana? She's gotten so big. I see her little face and that's all that I've ever wanted." Martha's eyes started tearing up and Jonathan put his arm around her shoulders.
"Honey, God will give us a child when He sees fit. We just have to trust that it will happen when it's the right time." Jonathan picked up the reins and turned his horse toward the drive.
~~~
"My dear Lord Ethan," Lionel cut in interrupting Ethan's incisive babbling, "the simple fact of the matter is that you aren't getting the job done. If you want to continue as Lord here, then I want these fields to produce crops. Not wither away and die as they have been these past two seasons."
As his father talked to Lord Ethan, Lex wandered into the field. Why did his father have to drag him to his chats with the nobles? All he wanted was to be back at the castle riding his horse through the fields. He just wanted to be like all the other peasant kids who played all day. They didn't have "the weight of a kingdom on their shoulders," as his father always told him.
"Don't go to far Son, we shouldn't be too much longer," Lionel turned back to Ethan, "Now I'm only giving you another season to turn this land around."
Lex walked farther into the fields away from his father and the weight of the kingdom. He was walking when he heard a faint voice.
"Help me."
"Who's there," Lex asked, his voice wavering.
"Help me, please," came the voice again.
Frightened, Lex started running farther into the field. The more he ran his breath came out in short painful gasps. He fell to the ground and sat up against a pole.
"Hey kid," Lex looked up and saw a man tied to the pole with his arms pulled away from his body and bound with rope.
"Please help me!" the man begged. Lex started backing away from the pole terrified of the peasant. Behind him he heard a booming sound and turned around to look. In the distance, black plumes of smoke were streaking to the sky. The debris was moving closer to where he and the peasant were. Suddenly a giant rock was flying toward them. It hit the ground where the man was tied to the cross. Lex was blown back by the impact. He landed with a thud and started screaming.
~~~
Back at the Lang residence, Nell, carrying Lana came out of the house as Lana's parent's coach pulled up the drive. Nell looked up to the sky where she noticed the black smoke racing to the ground. "What in the world is that?"
Lana's parents were stepping out of the coach. "Hi Lana," Laura Lang called out to her daughter as she and Lewis got out.
"Mommy, Daddy!" Lana called back. Without warning one of the rocks came hurtling down and crashed into Lord and Lady Lang's carriage, killing them instantly. Nell and Lana were blown to the ground. Lana tried to pull out of Nell's arms crying, "Mommy, Daddy!"
~~~
Jonathan and Martha drove in silence as they neared their farm. Next to their wagon, a rock came flying by crashing into the nearby field.
"Jonathan, what's happening?" Martha cried out terrified. A rock hit the ground in front of them spooking their horse. The horse reared back and tried to get away tipping over the Kent's wagon in the process.
~~~
Lionel was running through the fields to where he had last seen his son go. "Lex! Lex where are you?" The dying corn fields had been completely flattened by the crashing rocks. On the ground Lionel sees a tuft of hair the same red shade as his son's hair. "Lex! Lex!" Lionel called again. He heard some moaning coming from near by him and ran towards it. Lionel saw his son lying on the ground, most of his hair missing. Lionel took a horrified step back from his son covering his mouth with his hand.
~~~
Jonathan and Martha started reviving themselves beneath their over turned wagon. Jonathan noticed a movement to his side and turned his head. Bewildered he said "Martha."
Martha turned her head with a look of shock at seeing a naked little boy next to their wagon. The little boy bent down and grabbed the sides of the wagon. He began to lift the wagon off of Jonathan and Martha. The two of them climb out from beneath the wagon amazed. Martha turns back to the wagon and pulled out a blanket from beneath it. Going over to the little boy she wrapped him in the blanket and picked him up.
"Jonathan," she gasped out turning to her husband.
Exasperated Jonathan replied, "Martha, kids don't just fall out of the sky!"
"Then where did he come from?"
"He must have parents somewhere." Just then Jonathan noticed something behind Martha and stepped toward it. On the ground was a small pod.
"Somehow I don't think his parents are from around here," Martha said coming up from behind her husband.
"Honey, we can't just keep him, what are we going to tell people? That we found him wandering around a field.
"We didn't find him, he found us."
~~~
1601
"Clark, hurry up! You and your father have a lot of deliveries to do today," Martha called to her son who was still in his bedroom.
Clark walked into the kitchen of his family's home. He sat at the table where his mother was about to serve breakfast. His father walked in from the barn. His day had already started hours before when he woke up to feed the livestock and see to matters on the farm before heading out to make his deliveries. "Good morning, Mother," he said taking a piece of bacon off the plate she was placing on the table, "good morning Father."
The three sat at the table and ate a quiet breakfast. When they finished Clark's mother stood up to clear the table. "I'll get that, Mom, you just sit." Clark stood and with super human speed cleared the table and cleaned the dishes. When he was done he turned to his father and said, "Are you ready to go?"
Jonathan stood up, kissed his wife goodbye and headed out the door with Clark. The two men climbed into their wagon and directed the horse toward the village. On the way Jonathan told Clark how they would divide the days deliveries. "You can make the deliveries to the homes, Clark, I'll stay at the stand today."
"Really Father?" Clark was amazed at his father's suggestion. He had always stayed at the stand while his father made the deliveries. On days that it was too cold to stay at the stand, Clark went with his father on his rounds, but always waited in the wagon as his father made the delivery.
"Yes Son, I think it's about time you learn all aspects of the business. Now you know the route and I think you'll do a fine job," Jonathan finished as they got to the stand. They unloaded the wagon with the good his father would sell and his father gave him some last minute directions, "And don't forget that when you deliver at the castle to make sure you pull the wagon well to the side and cut through the gardens to the back door."
"Got it Father, don't worry, I'll be fine."
~~~
It had taken Clark all day to make his deliveries. He was careful in making sure that he got the orders right and was proud of himself for making all the deliveries on his own. Now he only had one last delivery to make at the castle. He was a bit nervous about going to the castle never having been farther than the side as he waited for his father. He finally pulled up to the delivery entrance and grabbed the delivery for the King. There were many baskets to deliver to the castle as there were always so many people residing inside, but Clark had no trouble picking up all six baskets and carrying them to the back door. Clark cut through the castles beautiful gardens and knocked on the door. One of the cook's assistants opened the door and helped Clark carry in the produce. She went and got the sack of money as payment and Clark was on his way again. He didn't see anyone outside and decided to take a quick stroll through the gardens.
~~~
Lady Lana Lang exited the castle and headed toward the gardens. The castle felt so stuffy to her and on beautiful days like this she needed to get out. She had been living at the castle since soon after the day the rocks rained from the sky. The day her parents were killed. The King had been taking stock of the damage that had occurred when he stopped at her families home. He had taken an immediate liking to Nell and decided to make her his wife. They had moved into the castle soon after that.
When Lana had first moved in, she and Lex did not get along very well. It wasn't until her aunt Nell had passed away, two years after her marriage to the King, that she and Lex finally got closer. Lex, whose hair had completely fallen out rather than grown back, had found her crying in the garden one afternoon. He had comforted her and listened to her as she cried out how she no longer had anyone in the world. From that day forward she and Lex had become as close as if they had been brother and sister. It was Lex who had convinced his father to allow her to stay on after her aunt's death rather than sending her away like he had wanted to.
Lana always tried to stay as far away from Lionel as possible, more so now that Lex spent more time on his other properties than he did at the castle. The only time she ever really spent time with the king was at nightly banquet. She usually kept to her rooms with Chloe, one of her ladies in waiting. Lana turned into the garden and headed towards the roses. She was lost in her thoughts and didn't notice that anyone else was in the garden.
Clark was looking around the garden and wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. He ran right into the other person who went down in a blur of red. Clark stood over the woman who had fallen to the ground. He couldn't move. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen with her raven black hair and hazel eyes; which were glaring back at him. Clark quickly recovered and offered his hand to help her up. "I'm sorry my lady," Clark said.
Lana glared up to see who had knocked her down. The young man standing above her surprised her. She took the hand that he was offering and allowed him to stand her up. She stood and smoothed out her red velvet dress and adjusted the ruby circlet around her head. She took this time to take a look at the man in front of her. He had the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen. The way he was dressed told her that he was a peasant. "Who are you?" she asked.
The young man was about to answer when they both heard a voice calling out, "Lana?"
Lana obviously recognized the voice because she turned to Clark and told him, "Go quickly!" Clark dashed around a bend in the garden but stayed hidden to see who was going toward the woman called Lana.
"Lana," came the voice again. Around the corner of the garden came a young blonde man who smiled once he saw Lana.
"My Lord Whitney," Lana said curtsying.
"My Lady Lana," Whitney replied taking her hand and pressing his lips to the back. "I was actually coming to ask you to stroll with me around the garden."
Clark turned and left as the couple headed his way. He super dashed back to the wagon and headed back to his father's stand to pick him up. He made small talk with his father on the way home, his mind on the beautiful Lady Lana.
~~~
A/N: Wow, this was a long chapter. If you made it this far thanks! I hope you enjoyed it. Please review if you have time!